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trainofcommand · 1 year ago

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Tell us more of the cowboys and golden retrievers retrieving a weird scientist

Well, okay then! :)

Cracky flash ficlet: Retrieved, with Science (Cam Mitchell, Jonas Quinn, Rodney McKay, two golden retrievers, cowboys 1950s AU).

"Those are some dumbass dogs for a cowboy," some idiot once said to Cam, his face scrunched up with disgust and derision. "Dumbest cowboy dogs I ever seen," he'd reiterated, drawing out the 'dumbest' into a slow drawl, and punctuating it by spitting a mouthful of tobacco on the ground.

The dogs in question – Killer and Fang – had looked up from where they'd been curled on the stoop of the little cabin where they all stay in the off-season, their mouths open, panting happily, exhausted from a long day of doing whatever the heck Cam had wanted them to do. He'd looked at the dogs, looked at the idiot who was talking, and figured to hell with him. Then he'd punched that idiot right in the mouth, smiling the whole while.

He'd kept on smiling while the guy spit out blood and a tooth, and smiled a little wider when Fang got up and ambled to stand between them, tail wagging, canines showing.

"Oh darn," Jonas had said when he came 'round the front of the cabin, buckets of fresh water from the well in each hand. "Insulting the dogs, huh?"

"Yup," Cam had replied, wiping his bloody hand on his shirt.

In the evening light, Killer and Fang's fur had gleamed golden, and so had Jonas's sun-bleached hair, and the idiot had looked at them all, thought better of trying anything, and walked away.

---

The truth is, golden retrievers make great dogs for a couple of cowboys out on the range.

They're loyal.

"They sure are," says Jonas.

They're energetic.

"Oh, definitely," Jonas agrees, as he bends to give Killer a good scratch.

They'll chew a man's leg off, just for the fun of it.

"Well, I'm not sure I agree with that one." But Jonas is smiling, so Cam doesn't have to argue about it.

And finally, they look fantastic in bandanas. Wholesome. Fetching. Downright red-ribbon-winning. "Heck yes, they do," Jonas says, nodding vigorously as he ties a new red bandana around Fang's neck. Cam likes it – the red looks great against Fang's fur, it makes her easy to spot from a distance, and it'll hide any blood after she sinks those teeth into an interloper's arm, or leg, or whatever's in biting distance that gets in her way.

"Ah, sure, Cam," Jonas says, stepping away and observing Fang's new look.

---

"Well, this is interesting," Jonas says, the evening that Killer trots up with what looks like a stick in his mouth. Turns out it's not a stick at all, unless it comes from a tree made of metal and covered in numbers and lines. Cam's seen a lot of trees out on the range, and he's never seen a tree like that.

Killer's path is followed, a few minutes later, by a guy who's huffing and puffing a little bit, his face red, his hands dirty, and his mouth yelling.

Cam listens for a while, arms crossed, taking in the swearing, the exclamations about their sub-standard camp, the demands for something to eat, the admonitions that their food stores are inadequately out of reach from invasive wildlife, the complaints that it's now too late to safely get back to his own camp so he's going to have to stay with them for the night, and the accusations that Killer took an instrument that cost more than 'whatever the hell it is you two are' make in a month, which is really inconvenient, because there's science that needs to done.

Eventually the guy stops talking, mostly because he's alternating between chewing on a biscuit and tearing into some dried jerky. But even as he's eating, he's looking expectant, like he's waiting for some kind of response.

So Cam shrugs, reaches down and takes the metal instrument out of Killer's mouth and says, "Not like we can expect much else. He's a golden retriever."

Jonas nods and holds out an apple, just in case the scientist-guy is still hungry. Jonas is real welcoming like that.

Science-guy scowls but he takes the apple.

---

Cam doesn't listen much while science-guy and Jonas talk details. Mostly it's boring. Plus there are golden retrievers curled up on either side of him, the cattle are lowing in the distance, the sun's starting to sink below the horizon, and all together, that's just bound to make a guy sleepy.

"That is very interesting, Dr. McKay," Jonas says excitedly, not for the first time. "Right, Cam?"

Cam just hums because it'll make Jonas happy, and leans back against a tree stump, already dozing off.

---

Science guy heads out in the morning with several warm, freshly-baked biscuits wrapped in a bandana in one hand, his metal stick instrument thing in the other, two apples in his pockets, and what Cam guesses must be the minimum amount of grumbling and complaints that he allows himself each morning. He leaves behind some a whole bunch of quiet, which Cam is real grateful for, and a jaunty wave from Jonas, accompanied by, "Have fun with your science, Dr. McKay!"

He doesn't leave behind Killer, who gamely gets up, stretches, and trots off after him, tail held high and wagging. And that's a real son of a bitch, because Fang is going to get lonely, and Killer was wearing Cam's third-best back-up emergency bandana.

"So much for loyalty," he mutters, watching man and dog disappear into the edge of the forest.

Beside him, Fang rolls onto her back, kicking her feet into the air and flashing her fierce canines. "Don't worry," he tells her. "Next time we meet him, I'll let you gnaw his leg right off." She kicks her back feet a little harder, baring all her teeth, and wagging her tail so hard it makes her lose her balance, rolling onto her side.

Then she picks herself up and shakes, loose fur and pieces of grass flying everywhere, and she looks deadly as hell.

Cam feels real proud.

#i don't even know #cam mitchell #jonas quinn #rodney mckay #flashfic #my fic

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corpse-husband-simp · 4 years ago

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ariel-seagull-wings · 3 years ago

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FICTIONAL CHARACTER ASK: CINDERELLA

(Tagged by no one. I just wanted the chance to answer a character ask about her.)

@the-blue-fairie @princesssarisa @mademoiselle-princesse @astrangechoiceoffavourites @superkingofpriderock

Favorite Thing About Them: How, while the plot of the story follows a basic structure, the title character's personality itself is pretty versatile, varying depending of the the culture and time period where and when is set: sometimes she is a kind and friendly ingenue, sometimes she is a cunning and witty trickster, sometimes she is a vengefull warrior, sometimes she is a model of elegance and refinement, sometimes she is a quirky and awkward girl next door, sometimes she is a combination of all those characteristics. All those encarnations are the essences that make the Cinder Maid a heroine that everyone can identify with.

Least Favorite Thing About Them: How in popular culture the story was coopted to be tought as something exclusively about and for white europeans. The oldest known variants of the story are the tales of Rodopis, from Egypt, and the tales of Yeh-Shen, from China, Bawang Merah Bawang Putih (Shallots and Garlic), from Indonesia and Malaysia, and Tam Cam, from Vietnam. The more mainstream european versions by Perrault and Grimm are just two of a greater variety of versions worldwide. But they are sold to us as the "true original versions" and colorblind race bent retellings are seen as "trying to put some paint brush of diversity in an european story", when in reality is a retrieving of the story that was previously created by non-european, non-white people.

Three Things I Have In Common With Them:

* I am prone to day dreaming as a way of coping with harsh realities.

* I have a sarcastic sense of humour, like some of her portrayals.

* Like many of her portrayals, i have brown eyes and brown hair.

Three Things I Don't Have In Common With Them:

* I am not an orphan of neither of my parents.

* I am far from being hard working as she is.

* I don't have animal friends.

Favorite Line:

A tye between this line sayed in the Grimm's Aschenputtel:

"Shake yourself, shake yourself, little tree.

Throw some nice clothing down to me!"

And this line sayed by her in the movie Three Wishes for Cinderella, wich is an enigma she asks the Prince to solve before they can get married:

"Face smuged with ashes, but it's no chimney sweep?

Knows how to shoot, but it's no huntsman?

A dress embroidered in silver, but she's not a Princess?"

brOTP: The Fairy Godmother and her apprentice the Page Boy (a character original to the 1947 movie Zolushka), Her Three-Spirit-Mother, Her Royal Parents in Law and the Enchanted Talking Animals (Fish, Cow, Bird, Mice, Dog, etc) of several variants.

OTP: The Prince.

nOTP: Don Magnífico (her Stepfather in Rossini's opera La Cenerentola) and Duke Zaral (the villain in the anime series Cinderella Monogatari).

Random Headcanon: Is pretty sweet to imagine that The Dancing Princesses (be they Twelve, like in the famous Brothers Grimm's tale and the Barbie movie, Six, like in the Faerie Tale Theatre series, or Three, like in the Grimm's Fairy Tale Classics anime series) are Cinderella and the Prince's daughters.

Unpopular Opinion: I don't think that Cinderella plays, TV shows and movie adaptations are overdone. Maybe the mainstream european versions by Perrault and Grimm are overdone, but around the world there is several variants that have yet to be adapted. More recently we had the movie version of the vietnamese Tam Cam variant. We can ask for a Bawang Merah Bawang Putih anime series. Or a Maria Borralheira live-action series. Or a Rodopis opera. The possibilities are endless, because, as long as sadly someone is a victim of abuse and marginalized in our society, the story of the Cinder Maid who continues to dream and receives help to thrive out of bad circunstances and live happily ever after will be relevant.

Song I Associate With Them:

Una Volta C'era un Re

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Draznyat Zolushkoi Menya

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Dobryy zhuk

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Ya ne znayu chto so mnoyu

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In my own little corner

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Tell him anything

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Favorite Picture Of Them:

This illustration of the Bawang Merah Bawang Putih variant

This illustration by Brian Pinkney for the picture book retelling Cendrillon: a Caribbean Cinderella

This illustration of Yeh-Shen by Ed Young

This illustration by Daniela Drescher for the Grimm's Aschenputtel

Serena Malfi in the opera La Cenerentola

Yanina Zhejmo in the 1947 movie Zolushka

Libuse Safrankova in Three Wishes for Cinderella

Brandy Norwood in the 1997 TV Production of the musical Rodgers and Hammerstein's Cinderella

Vietnamese actress Ha Vi as Tam in the 2016 movie Tam and Cam: The Untold Story

Aylin Tezel as Aschenputtel in Sechs Auf Einen Streich

#character ask meme #fictional character ask #cinderella #folklore #fairy tales #Youtube

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alicanta77 · 4 years ago

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NCT Dream Reaction: You hyping them up

Mark:

mark instantly dissolves into a flustered mess

i mean

this is the guy who gets shy when strangers compliment him

or even when reading comments online

so when it’s you that’s hyping him up like that

it means so much more

to be honest, everything probably means so much more coming from you

there’s no doubt that mark’s job is really important to him

so seeing you excited about it too

and enjoying what he’s worked so hard on

it would just make him so happy

happier than he would ever let himself admit to anyone

and at the end of the day

you’re his s/o, his other half, his favourite person on the planet

meaning that, to mark, your opinion is the only one that really matters

Renjun:

would be the one to tell you to stop talking

‘ahhhh y/n stop!!! my heart can’t handle it’

wouldn’t know how to react

so he’d choose to complain about your obsession with how amazing he was on his last stage

‘but you’re voice is so beautiful here!!!’

‘stooooooooop’

god forbid if you actually do stop though

and don’t say much after his next stage

he would go all pouty and ask if you liked it

sending you the most soul melting puppy dog eyes you could imagine

‘did you like it?’

obviously you did i mean this man is TALENTED

but you can’t just tell him that

so you have to grab him by the cheeks and place little kisses over his face while repeating it over and over

Jeno:

as tough as jeno looks

and as calm and level headed he is as a person

whenever you compliment him

and i mean WHENEVER you compliment him

he just melts into a little shy puddle of ‘uwu my baby loves me’

cannot stop himself from shyly smiling

also definitely hides his face behind his hands

leaving you to pull them away

to force him to look into your eyes to see how serious you are about what you’re saying

i feel like he probably needs a little reassurance that you really mean it

it gives him a major confidence boost tho

cause, like mark, your opinion is he most important one on the face of the planet

and you love him and are proud of him and what’s he’s doing

and knowing that, is the best feeling in the world to him

Donghyuck:

ok here we go

this is the boy who watches his own fan cams

and gets a major confidence boost from them

and uses them to compliment himself

and compares them to his bandmates saying his was better

if you started complimenting him and hyping him up like that

his ego would go through the ROOF

his confidence would shoot up

and he would definitely ask you if you wanted a private show from your incredibly talented boyfriend

BUT

if you continue to compliment him

whilst squishing his cheeks or kissing his face

he would definitely start to get a little shy

but you can only tell cause he starts to blush

you are pretty much the only person on the planet that can get this kind of reaction out of him

Jaemin:

finds it really reassuring when you compliment his work

i feel as though jaemin is probably the most self conscious about his performances

so this would mean so much to him

does not get shy if you get really excited

literally thrives off the positive energy you’re omitting

when you really hype up a stage he will likely watch it again with you

he wants to know exactly what your favourite part it

and why you prefer this more to the previous one

jaemin’s another one who would offer you a private concert

but unlike hyuck who just wants to show off i think jaemin would offer to teach you the dance

wouldn’t mind if you said no

but if you said yes he would combust from being so happily in love with you

10000% uses your comments to show off

and always thinks about what you said when he’s next performing

you’ll always be on his mind

Chenle:

definitely sends you a little smirk

encourages you to say more

‘don’t stop now! you were telling me how brilliant and amazing and incredibly talented and handsome i am.’

‘i literally said one of those things but go off i guess’

most of the time laughs it off with you

gently pushes your shoulder while giggling

like renjun he probably tells you to stop slightly

but REALLY doesn’t mean it

if you stop for even a second he turns his head so fast towards you that he gives himself whiplash

questions why you stopped

probably accuses you of not loving him properly

honestly this boy is such a tease and he will use your reaction to tease you

but at the end of the day

he really appreciates your support and nothing makes him happier than seeing you being proud of him

Jisung:

turns just about as red as a tomato

tries to hide from you

and by that i mean literally goes into a different room

he loves it when you compliment him

but when you get really excited over something that’s coming or a stage

to the point where you’re really hyping up how amazing he is

he finds it incredibly difficult to function without becoming a shy, stuttering mess

so you chase him

and for a while it is literally just you chasing him around the dorms telling him how amazing he is and how much you love him

‘y/n stop i get enough of this from jaemin!!! i don’t need it from you too.’

‘well deal with it sung, it comes with being in a relationship.’

when you say that he begrudgingly stops

and allows you to pinch his cheeks

only as long as you kiss them afterwards

don’t get confused, he is still obscenely soft for you and only you

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it-was-all-a-beautiful-dream · 4 years ago

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Silva Lining (Saul Silva x reader) Chapter 9 (NSFW)

Warnings: NSFW 18+++++ SMUT SMUT SMUT/ SWEARING AND MORE SMUT.

word count: 2.7k

OOOOh look. Smut. I hope you like it :)

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The journey in your mind seemed to take forever. It was at this point where you were all alone, that the nerves about what was to come really set in. Before you knew it you were at the large wooden doors, behind them, Sauls room.

“It’s now or never Y/N.” Again with your little pep talks, your subconscious Jiminy Cricket giving you the push you needed. You didn’t know if you should knock or just go in. He was expecting you after all. You decided on the later and tried the door handle. Unlocked. That gave you your answer as you took a tentative step inside the room you’d only been in a handful of times.

Everything about the room screamed Saul. It was his little man-cave, a place where he could chill after all the hard work he did every day. A large flat screen was mounted on the wall in front of his bed. His bed, sleek, large and modern. The sheets so flat and well made that you cold bounce a penny off them. Under the tv was a long wooden cabinet, hidden away in the cubby holes, a PS4, some cd’s and an array of different movies. You’d talked Saul in to watching some of your faves a while back, so he’d finally understand some of your references. You scanned the room. Not a thing out of place. The room was twice the size of your dorm, he had the whole floor of this wing to himself. Your favourite part about his practical penthouse, was the view. Off to the side, a wide balcony that overlooked all of Alfea, high enough that you could see way into the distance, the forrest, the lands, even the shimmer of the protective border. You could hear that Saul was in the shower, so you had a look around. You’d only been in his room a couple times, never venturing further than the ground floor living room, scared that one thing might lead to another and you wouldn’t be able to control yourselves.

His bedroom was behind a wall of glass on the upper floor which you could see from where you stood. You weren’t joking when you said it was huge! It was to be expected. Saul practically lived at Alfea, even when there weren’t students kicking about. Off to the side of his bedroom you noticed a heavy metal door, no doubt his miniature armoury he had once told you about. You walked over to the kitchen, searching for a drink that would help keep your buzz alive. He’d asked you before tonight what you wanted him to stock, your choice was wine, Rosé, white Zinfandel. He had several bottles, all different brands. Your heart skipped a beat. It was the little things like this that made you know how much he actually cared. You selected the one you wanted and reached into the high cabinet for a wine glass and poured some, sipping a little nervously, waiting for your man. Over to the side you noticed an old record player, beside that, a shelving unit filled with more records you’d ever seen. You picked something to set the mood, it would also alert him that you were here, but with his training, you were sure he already knew.

You heard the light padding of footsteps and watched as Saul rounded the corner, shorts hung low on his hips, his torso completely bare, his abs and chest glistening under the lights, still slightly wet from his shower, his hair damp and messy. He’d never looked so good in that moment. You willed your brain to take a snapshot which would forever be saved for your wankbank. You didn’t know if it was because of the alcohol but god… your were hornier than a dog in heat. You crossed your legs which didn’t go un-noticed by Saul who smirked. The audacity. You rolled your eyes.

“Miss Y/L/N, what a pleasant surprise, I thought i’d eventually have to come down there and drag you away in front of everyone.” He walked up to you slowly, one of his strong arms wrapping around you, his hand splayed on your back, bringing your body flush against his. You gulped.

“Well, i’m here now aren’t I Mr Silva? Impatient are we?” You smiled up at him putting your free hand behind his head, weaving your fingers in his damp hair, pulling his face towards yours so you could kiss his soft lips. You groaned at the feeling, also at the feeling of Sauls hard cock growing against your stomach. That was the thing between you, it took you both two seconds within each others presence to be completely ready for each other. You were wetter than you’d ever been before, your lacy one piece under your dress sporting a soaked crotch right about now.

“Happy birthday princess.” Saul spoke between the kiss, Your body still grinding up against him, brushing against his cock every now and again. “As much as I love this baby, I want to give you your presents.” He kissed you once more on the lips and adjusted his boner. Your cheeks were flushed and you wanted to strip yourself free of your dress. Saul wandered over to a draw near the tv, producing two small boxes neatly wrapped in shades of black and gold paper. He took you by the hand and sat with you on the leather sofa in the centre of the room.

“Open this one first.” He handed you the box that was slightly bigger than the other. You unwrapped it and inside was another box. Inside that was a thin silver necklace, hanging from it, dog tags crafted from silver and embellished with diamonds, an exact replica of Sauls dog tags that he would have received in his training, just a bit more fancy. You instantly loved it, turning so he could put it on for you but he stopped you and handed you the other present first. You raised your eyebrows. Inside the paper was a smaller box, shaped like a geode, however inside this one, a ring sat atop crystals in the rock. It was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen.

“Now, I know this might seem early, don’t panic. It’s not an engagement ring.. yet. I want to marry you, I know there will never be anyone else for me. You’re all I want and will ever want until my last dying breath Y/N, this is a promise ring. It means that I promise, I will be with you forever, I will love you until the end of time and I promise to always protect you. I promise i’ll be your partner, your future and your best friend.” Your eyes were full of unshed tears and for the first time you noticed Saul’s hands shaking. He was nervous? He took the ring from you and placed it on the necklace with the dog tags making it complete as he fastened the clasp on your neck.

Shock was the initial emotion you felt. Shock that someone loved you as much as Saul did after never having experienced love from anyone. Then love, heaps and waves of unconditional love for the man that sat in front of you. You didn’t know how to thank him. You just reacted. Raising yourself up from the sofa, you keeled on either side of Silva’s thighs, straddling him, pressing down so your mound was pressed again the bulge in his shorts. You started to grind a little earning a moan from Saul who had thrown his head back.

“I love you Saul Silva, I love you so so much, I want you. I want you to make me yours fully.” You went harder, the friction from his cock driving you insane. You squealed when you were lifted into thin air, Saul throwing you over his shoulder cave man style. His hand came up to rest on your ass under your dress, needing the skin. He made his way up the stairs and to his bedroom. You gulped, butterflies erupting in your stomach as one of his calloused fingers ran over your damp slit covered by the lace suit under your dress. Now you wished you’d just gone commando.

He let you go and you landed on his bed with a bounce. He was on you in seconds, his mouth trailing all the way from the inside of your leg up to your throat and to your mouth. He’d positioned himself so his hips were able to grind right against your core and you couldn’t help but moan into his hot mouth. Sauls fingers toyed with the hem of your dress that had ridden up your thighs, you lifted your body so he could grab it and pull it off over your head. He sat back on his haunches and whistled. You blushed and winked at Saul as his eyes looked over your body.

“Is this the secret item you bought when we went shopping? I have to say, I love it.” His large hands ran over your lace body suit, nipples strained against it, visible to Saul through the thing mesh lace material.

“All for you Mr Silva.” You smiled at him as his lust filled eyes lingered on your breasts. Your fingers toying with the band of his shorts. He looked up at you, an expression on his face like ‘are you sure?’ You pulled them down and gasped, not realising he was going commando. His cock sprung free and your breath halted. Jesus wept. That was not a normal size. How the hell was he going to fit? Looking up again you saw Saul with his signature smirk.

“Like what you see baby girl?” His mouth came down on your neck, sucking and bitting slightly making your pussy clench with want and need. You’d never been this intimate with anyone before? Never even kissed someone until you met Saul. Now your man was here as naked as the day he was born. The alcohol still running through you was something you were grateful for, giving you a little more confidence. You reached down and took Saul’s hard cock in your small hand, he groaned as you ran you fingers up and down his shaft, feeling the bumpy veins and smooth skin, pre-cum leaking from the purple swollen tip. You licked your lips, a fire burning in your belly. You crawled forward on the bed, swaying your hips in the air, stopping with your face in front of Saul’s member. Before he could ask what you were doing he was in your mouth. Just because you were a virgin didn’t mean you didn’t watch porn, it had taught you a thing or two. Licking the tip, you collected the sweet and salty pre-cum and hummed happily. You wanted more, your tongue bottoming out on the underside of his cock, you took him as far down as you could, feeling the tip touch your tonsils. You gagged a little and came up for air.

“You’re fucking amazing.” Sauls head was thrown back in ecstasy, his heart swelled with pride and pleasure, looking down at the woman kneeled in front of him. “Let’s get this off you shall we.” His finger snapped the bra strap and you grinned eagerly. You helped him push the straps down either side of your arms and stood up on the bed, shimmying out of the delicate one piece. You blushed, your arms coming to cover your exposed body, suddenly nervous about what he was seeing. His face hardened.

“You better not be hiding from me darling. You don’t have to hide from me. I love every part of you.” He slowly moved your arms away, drinking in the sight before him. “Beautiful.” He kissed your stomach. “Perfect” He kissed your hip. “Sexy” He kissed one breast and then the other, your eyes fluttering closed as his expert tongue coiled around the sensitive nubs. You knelt up, pressing your bare chest against his, noticing how well your bodies fit together. You felt his member pulsing against your belly button. You needed him inside you.

Laying back on the bed, you beckoned Saul forward with a finger, a come hither motion. He obeyed and took your thighs in his hands, pulling your legs apart, exposing your most personal and sensitive area. You were soaked, no doubt your juices visible for him to see. Saul licked his lips. He looked up at you asking for permission, you nodded your head. Within seconds his face was between your legs, you felt his nose brush against your sensitive nub and then his tongue was licking between your folds. Your eyes rolled and your body arched up seeking more. Your hand in his hair, tugging slightly as his pace began to quicken. There was something hot about the way you could hear your pussy squelching around his lips. He looked up smirking again. Always smirking, cheeky devil. His mouth glistening with your juices. You giggled.

“I can’t believe I ever got so lucky Saul.” His head dove back down, licking and sucking, making your nerves tingle, your stomach erupted in butterflies and you could feel you were getting close, Sauls hand splayed on your stomach, pushing you down into the mattress as he ate you relentlessly. You hardly had time to cry out as you came around his tongue, screaming out his name as he kept going helping you ride out your earth shattering orgasm.

Catching your breath, your legs still shaking around Sauls head, you wondered if this is how it would always feel. Would he always make you feel this way, would he always want you, would you be enough? For the first time in your life you told yourself yes. You were enough.

“Are you ready to go all the way darling? If you’re not ready that’s absolutely fine, I can wait.” Saul rubbed his hands down your legs soothingly, still looking you over with heavy lust filled eyes. God you loved him.

“I’m ready Saul, I’ve never been more ready.” With that he rolled on the condom and lined himself up. The engorged tip of his cock sitting at your entrance. You were tingling again, waiting patiently for what was to come. Suddenly nervous, you linked your fingers with Sauls for reassurance.

“It’s okay baby, it will only hurt for a minute, i’ll be as slow and gentle as I can until you say you’re ready.” His dipped down, placing a soft kiss on your lips and moved his hips forward, his hand in between the both of you, guiding his member into your slick opening. You cried out into Sauls mouth. The pressure built as his hard flesh tore its way inside you. It burned slightly, but you knew it was just your walls getting accustomed to the sheer size of your man. You squeezed your eyes tight, Saul still planting kisses all over you as he finally bottomed out.

“Oh Y/N, you’re so tight.” His head buried in the crook of your neck and he stayed still, letting you adjust to him.

“I think you can move now, but slowly.” You gripped Sauls forearms as he started to adjust his weight on top of you, pulling back, pushing in, pulling back, pushing in. He gyrated his hips, your eyes widened, god that felt good. The pain was slowly subsiding and you started to feel pure pleasure. Before long he was pounding you relentlessly, both of you had waited so long for this moment and now you were fully connected. You were one. If the static connection you had before was something, then what you felt now was EVERYTHING.

“Faster Saul, i-i-‘m close.” You nails racked down his back, no doubt leaving bloody scratch marks, it seemed to fuel his fire as he pounded into you at a rapid speed. He leant down capturing your nipple in his mouth, sucking and circling it with his tongue.

“Cum for me baby, cum on my cock. Let’s cum together.” You could feel his movements getting slower, sweat glistened on his forehead and you felt the build in your stomach. You closed your eyes tight, shuddering.

“I-im gonna..” With two more strokes both you and Saul were crying out. You felt some warmth as Saul’s cum filled the condom inside you, your pussy squeezed around his shaft milking it for everything. Your legs shook as Saul collapsed on top of your slick body. Both breathing rapidly and holding onto each other like your lives depended on it.

“Well that was one hell of a birthday present.”

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voiceswithoutlips · 4 years ago

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Woof! goes the demon

— pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader (Female) — genre: Fluff — word count: 1.3k — Rating: G — warnings: none — collab with: @biaswreckme my partner in crime <3

— summary:

Hoseok nodded at you, taking the paper from your hands. “Y/N, don’t worry, I got this! I love dogs!,” he said cheerfully as he made his way to your living room. You failed to notice how he cautiously looked around the room before entering, or how he avoided sitting on the sofa that Odin was perched on, looking at Hoseok like he was a whole meal.

— A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY RARACUBE @heejinnien!! I hope you like the fic, its our first attempt at crack (we’re not good at that) HAVE AN AMAZING BIRTHDAY, MAKE LOTS OF MEMORIES, ENJOY YOUR CAKE. YOUR BOOMERS LOVE YOU <333333 — birthday party: @hoebii, @jinings, @voiceswithoutlips, @biaswreckme, @xiaokoo @tae-cup @taegularities @moccahobi

“Hobi!!” you said as you opened the door to your apartment. You had to leave for an emergency meeting at the office but unfortunately you couldn’t find a dog sitter for your precious puppy so your friend Hoseok had agreed to look after your dog, Odin, for the day. He was standing in the doorway, looking like a runway model with his red hair combed back carefully to show his glorious forehead. He was wearing a grey sweater with washed blue jeans. The sweater had an actual stuffed bear attached to it, it was adorable, you almost reached out to pet the cute plushie. Maybe not the best choice to be a pet sitter, but it was completely and unashamedly Hoseok.

“Hey,” he greeted you with a cute smile and stepped inside to remove his sneakers.

“Okay, so here’s Odin’s schedule, all you have to do is feed him and play with him a bit, he’s still young so he has a lot of energy,” you instructed as you handed Hoseok a piece of paper. You had written down your dog’s meal times and what he liked to eat to make it easier for Hobi. “You don’t really have to take him for a walk since I’ll be back in a few hours.”

“Thank you so much Hobi, I don't know what I’d have done without you!” you quickly pecked his cheeks and left the apartment, missing how his whole face turned red, like a cute tomato.

When your boss said the words “emergency meeting” you thought something had gone wrong, turns out he just wanted to go over the project details, again. You had already heard all the arguments and details so you just sat back in your chair and toyed with your phone, bored out of your mind. Your thoughts far away on your favorite boy, Odin, the cutest Shih Tzu you’d ever seen.

You discreetly moved your phone under the table as your boss rambled on and turned on the application that was linked to your nanny-cam. You had bought one out of concern, since you always left Odin with a dog sitter.

Your jaw almost dropped as soon as you saw what was happening in your living room. Hoseok was standing on the sofa, his blue shark socks in stark contrast to the brown leather, he was holding a chicken breast in his hand. Odin was trying to jump up on the sofa but his tiny legs barely reached the top of the seat, he was yapping at Hoseok, tail wagging at the speed of light. Hoseok bent down on his knees and brought the chicken closer to Odin but instead of going for the chicken, the little Shih Tzu mustered all his strength, leaped high into the air in a graceful display and effectively tore off the left leg of the stuffed bear that adorned Hoseok’s grey sweater.

You almost jumped in your seat guiltily and quickly looked around to see if anyone had noticed it, but apparently you had been discreet enough. You could see Hoseok was as shocked as you were; he was frozen in place, his eyes and mouth wide open staring at Odin, who was happily running around with the bear’s leg on his mouth, unfazed and unaware of the rip on the human’s sweater with stuffing coming out of it. You had no idea what to do now. Would Hobi be angry with you?

You looked at the clock and even the seconds seemed to slow, the meeting dragging over and seemingly never-ending, until it finally did. You stopped looking at the feed when you saw what happened, a little apprehensive on how Hoseok would react when you talked to him in person, but there was no more stalling. the meeting was finally over and you needed to get home to deal with the situation. You were dreading going home to the chaos and Hobi’s expensive sweater ruined, so you stopped by the bakery to get his favorite treats to try and appease the situation.

You almost considered taking the stairs going up your apartment, but that would be too much of stalling and you didn’t really want to walk up several flights while carrying a big jar of Nutella. You stopped at your front door, pausing and carefully and quietly pressing your ear against the door, trying to listen to what was happening inside. You heard a loud sneeze with some sniffling noises and a soft, “Odin, no!” You take a deep breath and press the password to enter, gathering the courage, and you step into the place.

You were certainly not anticipating the scene you found. Hoseok is a tall man, so to see him like that was unexpected, to say the least. You found him perched on the sofa’s armrest, crouching, a panicked expression that was visible not only in his face but his whole body, and Odin was just sitting there, innocently looking at him with his head tilted to the left, that ripped leg still in his mouth. If you didn’t know your dog was a very good boy, by the way Hobi was looking at him, scared like that, it would’ve seemed like Odin was evil incarnate.

You could not believe your own eyes. There was a turned glass on the coffee table, water spilled all over it, the books you usually kept on it ruined for now; there were little pieces of fluff scattered on the floor that you were certain they were from Hobi’s sweater; Odin’s food bowl was turned over and there was kibble all around it. Had World War III happened at your place and no one let you know?

You gasped when you saw the true state of your friend’s sweater, the second leg of the bear was gone too, stuffing dripping everywhere. It was a massacre. As soon as they heard you, Odin dropped the bear’s leg and ran to you, putting his paws on your legs and stretching his back, tail wagging happily, telling you what a good job he did, while Hoseok stared at you with a look of guilt mixed with shock that you were back earlier than you said you would be. You leaned down to pet Odin’s head, but you maintained Hobi’s gaze and raised your eyebrows.

“What… What happened?” your voice could not hide your state of shock at the scene.

“Oh, its uh….” Hoseok trailed off looking around the room, trying to form an explanation in his head. “Y/N, I have to be honest with you, I think your dog is possessed…” he said in a low voice, almost a whisper. His eyes trained on Odin who was comfortably sitting on the floor, between your legs.

You looked down at the small Shih Tzu, the puppy looked like an angel, innocent eyes stared back at you with love. You tried to keep it in, but you burst out laughing at the ridiculous thought. You saw Hoseok grinning, he was still sitting on the armrest with half a bear hanging off of him.

“By the way Hobi, I’m so sorry that he did that to your sweater...” you start feeling a little guilty, that sweater was really cute and now it was ruined. But deep down you thought it wasn’t entirely the dog’s fault, after all, there was a cute bear dangling off Hoseok the entire time, of course it would strike a dog’s attention. “It must be pretty expensive, and I don’t know if I can afford to buy you a new one or even if it’s mendable at this point…” you rambled, nervously clenching your hands.

Hoseok looked at you with amusement in his eyes, clearly not mad about what your dog had done to him and his clothes.

“Well… you have to repay me for that expensive sweater, don’t you think?” he smirked, “So ...how about a date?"

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nekomassetters · 3 years ago

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Twelve

Later that same evening you find your vision beginning to get blurry.

Dammit who even convinced me to drink more? I hate this. Where is Ritsuko, Mito, and Nakamura?

Despite your worsening vision, you begin looking around for your friends to make sure they're doing alright. You begin by looking for Mito since she's the last one you remember seeing but can't find her anywhere. Eventually, you bump backwards into somebody.

"Whoops!" you hear Nakamura's voice shout from behind you.

Instantly you can tell that your friend is super drunk. As she tries to hug you, the pair of you almost fall over. Luckily you are able to land on Ritsuko who, despite being extremely drunk as well, is surprisingly sturdy.

"Okay there you two?" Ritsuko laughs.

You thank her for catching you and Nakamura gives Ritsuko a big thumbs up.

"Hey Y/N when are you gonna help me with Kuroo?" she then whines.

"Wait he hasn't talked to you yet?"

"Nope," she says as she hangs her head down.

Maybe he really is too much of a nerd and wussed out. I hope he's alright though.

You watch as Ritsuko looks back up at you, giving you the same puppy dog eyes that Kuroo did when everyone was begging you to go to the damn party.

"Come with me," you groan as you grab her arm.

You begin to pull Ritsuko to the best of your ability around the dorm suite until you find Kuroo laying on the couch. Reflexively from seeing his limp body, you let go of Ritsuko and rush over to him. You put your hand against his cheek and gently pat it to make sure he was still awake.

"Hey, Kuroo you alright?" you ask as he lifts his eyelids ever so slightly.

What comes out of Kuroo's mouth you will never be able to understand. The mix of muttering and incomprehensible words making it impossible to recognize.

"Ritsu!" you exclaim as you turn back to your friend, "I've got to help Kuroo, you go back and find Nakamura, okay? Make sure you don't lose sight of her!"

"Okay!" she says excitedly before happily walking off to find her friend.

You frantically look around the room, not knowing what to do, until your eyes land on Kai. You run over to him and pull him towards Kuroo.

"Look at him!" you shout in a panic, "what do I do?"

Kai tells you to relax and calm down first. He then walks over to Kuroo and helps him sit properly on the couch.

"Y/N call Kenma to help bring him back to his room. I'm going to get Kuroo some water."

You nod and obey what Kai's asked. You take a seat next to Kuroo who harshly flops his head down on top of yours.

"Ouch, Kuroo you're such an ass even when you're blacked out drunk!"

Kuroo mumbles more unintelligible words to you, resulting in an eye roll from you.

"Whatever, you better thank me for this in the morning," you say as you pull out your phone and search for Kenma's contact, "you're lucky I came."

More mispronounced words spill from Kuroo's mouth however this time somewhat manageable to understand.

"Shit I don't have Kenma's number I need to borrow your phone, Kuroo."

You reach into Kuroo's pocket and grab the phone. After five tries of him failing to put in his password correctly, you finally gain access and call Kenma's number.

"You jyatt wanna cann Kenaa si yii cam fyc he," he says before laughing.

You feel your face heat up when you begin to understand what he's saying.

"Kuroo!" you shout, forgetting that you had already started your call with Kenma, "I'm not going to fuck anybody because I'm stuck helping your ungrateful ass!"

You watch as Kuroo laughs and looks down at the phone. You feel your body freeze up as you slowly glance down at it as well and then bring it up to your ear.

"K-Kenma?" you ask cautiously.

"Is everything okay?" he asks in his usual monotonous voice, "why are you calling me?"

"Oh, uh," you stumble around your words, forgetting why you called him due to the amount of embarrassment you just felt.

Once you finally remember, you update Kenma on Kuroo's state.

"Send me your location I'll be right there."

After his final statement, Kenma hangs up. As if on cue, Kai walks over with the water he went to get for Kuroo. Kai bends down and hands the water to Kuroo, who drinks it slowly.

"Tasres lige shit!" Kuroo remarks after having a small sip.

"Such a gentleman," you say as you rub his back.

Kuroo lets out a deep grumble and snarls at you before drinking a bit more of the water.

"Hey Y/N you got a sec?" Kai asks as he stands up.

You stand up and shift a bit away from Kuroo, but make sure he's still in your line of view as Kai begins talking to you.

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KENMA'S P.O.V.

After hearing your phone ring and assume Kuroo's calling you for help, you answer the phone with a lack of sympathy.

"Kuroo! I'm not going to fuck anybody because I'm stuck helping your ungrateful ass!" you hear Y/N shout through the phone.

Hearing her voice unexpectedly makes you blush, especially after hearing what you just heard come out of her mouth.

Y/N? What the hell is she shouting for? She must be drunk. Her voice sounds kinda cute though.

"Y/N?"

But she better not be hooking up with anyone.

"K-Kenma?"

"Is everything okay?" you try to say in a calm tone to make sure she doesn't panic, "why are you calling me?"

Y/N eventually explains what's wrong with Kuroo and you tell her to send her their location. Without hesitation, she sends it to you. You grab your phone and your ID and leave your room in search of Y/N and Kuroo.

Once you arrive you begin searching the room, making sure not to get too close to strangers.

God there's way too many people here. Why do they even come to this?

As you look around you finally spot Y/N. When you begin walking over you see Kai wrap his arms around her waist, getting way too close than he should be able to.

"Where's Kuroo?" you state bluntly, interrupting their moment.

#Wattpad #Kenma Kozume #kenma #kenma x y/n #ao3 #fanfic #haikyuu fanfiction #fanfiction #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x female reader #haikyuu reader insert #haikyu x reader

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dreamingwithbts · 6 years ago

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New Family - Chapter 8

Genre: Poly!AU; Hybrid!AU; Fluff; Angst

Pairing: Hybrid BTS x Female! Reader; Human!Reader, Wolf!Namjoon, Alpaca!Seokjin, Black Panther!Yoongi, Red Fox!Jhope, Corgi Dog!Jimin, Tiger!Taehyung, Bunny!Jungkook.

Summary: After receiving a promotion at work Y/N realizes that she has more free time so she decides to use this time usefully and ends up volunteering in an organization that rescues abused hybrids. What she doesn't know is that this will completely change her life!

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I wake up again by myself, what's with these hybrids to let me wake up alone. I left the room and heard several noises in the kitchen. I go inside and see my hybrids happy eating a lot of food. "Guys? Where did this food cams from?" I say and a fluffy Hoseok looks at me with his mouth full of food looking more like a hybrid squirrel than a hybrid fox and points to the kitchen where I see one of the yesterday hybrids happily cooking.

"Good morning! You didn't have to!" I say. "Good morning! It's my thanks for everything! Is the least I can do and it doesn't hurt! I like to cook!" says the hybrid. "Well if it makes you happy it also makes me happy but don't feel obliged to do it!" I say atonic with the beauty of this hybrid making me distracted. "Thank you! I'm Jin by the way! And my injured friend is Namjoon!" says the hybrid making me go back to earth. "I'm Y/N! I think you already know my hybrids Yoongi and Hoseok! If you don't mind what kind of hybrid you are?" "I'm an alpaca!" he says. "Really! Own! That's so cute!" I say making the hybrid embarrassed making his cute little ears appear. "I'll take some food to your friend, go rest and eat!" I say wanting to get out of there before I embarrass myself even more. I pick up the food and go to the room where the other hybrid is and knock on the door.

"Come in." I hear. "Hi, I brought some food!" I say laying down the food and helping the hybrid to sit down. "Thanks." says the hybrid. "No problem!" "No seriously, thank you for helping us. There are few people like you." says the hybrid almost making me cry. Why do all hybrids like to make people cry!

"Your friend said that your name is Namjoon? I am Y / N! If there is no problem what kind of hybrid are you?" I ask curious. "Oh, I'm a wolf." says Namjoon smiling, showing the dimples making me look at him. Again what's with the intense beauty of these hybrids! "A wolf! With an alpaca ?!" "Yes, it's strange, isn't it? I'm a wolf, but I've never been to follow the rules ahahah so no one ever wanted a friendly wolf." said Namjoon, smiling sadly. I was going to answer when the door opened.

"Jonnie! There's a black panther and a fox getting along here like us!" Jin says entering the room happy. "Really?" Namjoon asks shocked. And I stand there laughing then Yoongi and Hoseok come in and introduce themselves to the Namjoon. I look at the four hybrids happily talking and I think "Less than a day they met and talked as if they knew each other years. Happy I am discreetly picking up the food tray to be unsuccessful when Jin saw me." Y/N I take it!" "There's no need. Stay there! If you get up I'll be very upset! "I say making the hybrids laugh and I went out to the kitchen. While cleaning everything I could hear my hybrids up there." My hybrids.....What am I going to do with Jin and Namjoon? I will not leave them outside no way! Should I call the organization? "I sigh, thinking. Finishing what I was doing I notice that I need to go to the grocery store. With that I go to the hybrids room.

"Guys? I need to go shopping does anyone want to come with me?" I ask. Hoseok nod getting up quickly while Yoongi refused. "Jin, do you want to come with us? We'll buy something for you and Namjoon!" I ask. "I can go?" Jin asks in surprise, "Of course you can! It will be so much fun!" Hoseok says. Jin agrees looking at Namjoon happily making Namjoon smile. Hoseok takes Jin's hand and rushes him downstairs making us laugh. "Thanks." Namjoon says. "No problem, see you later!" I say giving Yoongi a peck and waving to Namjoon without noticing the shock look on his face.

In the street already on the way to the supermarket Hoseok was in the middle of us hand in hand with me laughing a lot of the jokes told by Jin and I notice in the sad look of Jin towards our hands while Jin laughs himself alone I turn to the Hoseok and I say quietly "Hobi ..… he look sad why don't you give him your hand, too?" He realizing what I meant he didn't hesitate and grabbed Jin's hand, making him shocked looking at his hands. Hoseok starts to run happily making Jin laugh and I scream. "HOBI! SLOW DOWN!"

While this was happening, Yoongi and Namjoon started talking hybrid to hybrid.

With Yoongi and Namjoon:

"You don't have to worry about Jin! He's safe with Hoseok and Y/N." Yoongi says sensing the concern in the other hybrid. "Thank you." Namjoon responds making Yoongi nod at him.

"So ... are you and Y/N a thing?" Namjoon asks Yoongi hesitantly. Yoongi laughs. "Kind of ... all three of us are." "WHAT?!" Namjoon says shocked. "It kind of happen." Yoongi responds making Namjoon think. "I can see the love in your eyes when you three look at each other. Your a lucky man." Namjoon says. "I know." Yoongi responds.

Meanwhile with Hoseok, Jin and Y / N:

I was pulling the cart through the grocery store in search of the things I wanted and I thought the hybrids were behind me ... how foolish I was when Jin came to me with a panic-stricken face. "I LOST HOSEOK!" And I stayed petrified looking at him. "WHAT! HOW DID YOU LOSE HIM?!" "I'M SORRY! SOME NICE GIRLS WERE HAVING FOOD SAMPLES AND I GOT DISTRACTED WHEN I LOOK BEHIND HE WAS GONE!" With this me and Jin walked the whole supermarket in search of the hybrid fox.

Back to Yoongi and Namjoon:

"Shouldn't you be in the police?" Yoongi asks Namjoon confused. "I went to the training stuff but I wasn't qualify ... they said that I was too kind for a wolf. They sold me to a gang where I was trained to get information. It was there where I met Jin, being an alpaca they trained him into the medical field." Namjoon explains to Yoongi." And he cooks really well." He continues making Yoongi agree.

Yoongi starts thinking about something and suddenly turns to Namjoon in disbelief. "This gang were they The Black Snake? " With that, Namjoon shudders in pain at the sudden movement he made as he turned quickly to Yoongi. "Yes! That's them! How do you know?" "Me and Hobi were with them too! I was trained to murder and Hobi to hack!" Yoongi explains. "Woah! But how did we not met?" Namjoon asks. "They didn't want to put together a lot of hybrids in a group in fear we would riot together against them." Yoongi responds.

"Makes sense. Did you escape?" Namjoon asks and Yoongi begins to explain everything about what happened to him and Hobi.

After hearing everything Namjoon doesn't look at Yoongi with pity but instead he looks at him in admiration for the courage and strength of the hybrid to survive and Yoongi thanks silently for not showing pity and tries to change the subject about him. "And you? Did you escape?" "Yes. Actually Jin help me. He got all planned for our escape and only told me on the day itself! " Namjoon says making Yoongi laugh. "I just remember being with him in the middle of a bunch of vegetables in a truck coming out of the gang compound. Then we were on the streets for some days when somehow they found us. That's why I was hurt but I managed to kill them I think."Namjoon finish. "Don't you remember?" Yoongi asks. "Not much, the rest you'll have to ask Jin." the wolf says making the panther nod. "You know you have to tell her." Yoongi says. "I know. It's the least I can do. Can you help me down stairs? I want to move a little and it may be better to explain there." Namjoon asks and Yoongi gets up to help him. Then they stay on the couch waiting.

Back to the supermarket:

After several laps without being able to find him we decided to separate to look better. While I was worried thinking about the horrible things that might have happened to him I saw Jin once again running towards me but this time with a relieved look.

"I found him! His playing with that toy that moves at the entrance!" Jin says. I sigh in relief. "Of all the places he had to be there!" Knowing where he was, Jin and I quickly paid the grocerys and went to Hoseok who was too busy playing in the toy car thing. He stopped laughing at the moment he saw me.

Pissed off that he made me worried I open my mouth to scream at him when Jin did it for me making me look shocked and admired towards him. "WHAT DO YOU HAVE IN YOUR HEAD BOY! YOU KNOW HOW WORRIED YOU MADE US!" Jin shouted continuing and continuing to scold the fox making him apologise to me and Jin. "Oh Hobi, that's okay! But next time tell us what you want OK!" I say not resisting the cute sad face of Hoseok making Jin laugh at my action because Hoseok is a man, a full grow man that acts like a cute child. "Lets go home!" Jin says. And we started to go home and Hoseok took the all bags in apology for worrying us while I and Jin interlaced our arms while laughing at Hoseok malefically.

And when we got home we noticed that Namjoon was on the couch making Jin run up to him asking how he was making the wolf laugh. I help Hoseok put the bags on the table and pack everything while Yoongi as always goes to sleep without helping us.

"How are you doing Namjoon?" I ask when Hoseok and I went to everyone. "I'm feeling better thank you! How was the grocery trip?" with that Jin laughs saying "We lost Hoseok!" "You lost Hoseok? I should have come." Yoongi says miraculously awake looking at Hobi making him galp. "Sorry Hyung!" Hobi says. "Jin found him on the kids toy thing!" I say laughing, stopping when I notice a small exchange of glances between Jin and Namjoon.

"There's something I need to tell you ..." Namjoon says and then explains everything he has explained to Yoongi.

"So all wolves are trained to serve the police for being wild and dangerous hybrids? That's why there are so many wolves with them!" I say. "Of all he said was that your conclusion?" "And you didn't associate that before?" Hoseok and Yoongi say at the same time making the other two hybrid laughs immensely. "Sorryyy ...." I say sarcastically rolling my eyes. "Unbelievable!" Yoongi says also rolling my eyes.

After all this we spent all day on the couch watching movies and rest well almost all of us watched the movies except a certain hybrid that only slept. Then it was time to sleep and we help Namjoon to his room and we said good night. I give one kiss in the forehead to Namjoon and Jin making them smile at me very happy and sleepy.

The three of us were already in our bed when Hoseok talks. "It was a fun day!" "You got lost." I say. "It was fun anyway!" Hoseok says. "It was a funny day. Bla Bla. Just shut up and sleep." Yoongi says making us laugh. And we eventually feel asleep.

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hazza-bear-care · 5 years ago

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Babie Crue (5/?)

Description: After everything that happened with Roxy, Cam attempts to freeze Tommy out of her life. Nikki tries to explain how bad of an idea that is, but Cam won’t listen. In an attempt to make Cam and Tommy open up to each other, the rest of the band lock them in a closet Seven Minutes in Heaven style.

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The bus pulled over at a gas station. As the driver got up to exit, so did Roxy. She attempted to buy some sort of sympathy by grabbing her stuff as slowly as she could while looking over her shoulders with a pitiful excuse for puppy-dog eyes. No one would look at her. Nikki’s attention was held by Grace, who babbled happily as the bassist bounced her on his knees. Vince was still in the back of the bus comforting Cam, Mick was suddenly occupied in the nothingness going on outside, and Tommy was glaring at Roxy as she moved gingerly. When she finally gathered the minimal stuff she had: a simple weekender bag overflowing with skanky clothes, no underwear, enough lipstick to choke a medium sized dog, and her purse, Roxy turned one last time to look over her shoulder. This time, Mick was looking directly at her. Roxy couldn’t help but feel slightly hopeful about what was possibly going to come out of the guitarist’s mouth, but her hope was quickly shattered as Mick raised his hand, his middle finger sticking straight up.

“See ya later!” Mick exclaimed, a slight smile on his face. Nikki couldn’t help but let out a slight chuckle as Roxy slammed the door closed behind her. Shortly after Tommy’s latest fling left, Vince emerged from the back of the bus.

“Is she still mad?” Nikki asked as the singer scooped Grace out of his lap and sat next to Mick

“Oh she’s furious but I talked her into taking a nap with the promise that we’d look after Gracie. She also made me promise not to use her as chick bait, at least for tonight.” Everyone except Tommy laughed. The drummer’s mind was still reeling from the slap that Cam shot across his face and for the life of him, he couldn’t understand what had hurt Cam so much. Tommy had never laid a hand on a woman, and he never would again. He knew he couldn’t blame it on the half pound of coke he had snorted, and he couldn’t blame it on Roxy (even though the bitch got what she deserved).

“Tommy!” Vince yelled, snapping the drummer out of his thoughts. “Did you hear what I said man?”

“No, man. Didn’t catch it, sorry.” Tommy muttered, turning his attention back to the world blurring past his window.

“I asked you how your shoulder and face were. Need to go to the hospital or something?” Vince repeated, slight worry etched onto his face. Tommy knew Vince was just as fucked up as the rest of them were, yet when the situation called for it, he could sober up faster than either of them.

“I’m fine, Vinnie. Just peachy.” Tommy spat back to the singer. In fact, he wasn’t okay: he just got stabbed in the fucking shoulder and slapped within the last half hour. His shoulder was killing and his mind was racing a million miles a minute in a futile attempt to figure out his next plan of action. Deciding to pass the time the best way he knew, Tommy closed his eyes to try to get a few hours of peace.

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“Hey, Vinnie. Wow you got her to sleep?! You’re pretty good with a baby.” Cam remarked as she walked into the common area, gawking at Vince’s superpower.

“Better than Nikki?” Vince asked, a cheeky smile spreading across his face as Nikki threw a crumpled piece of paper towards the singer.

“Mmm, not quite, but definitely better than Ozzy.” Cam smiled, taking a seat next to Nikki.

“You good?” The bassist asked, trying his best to keep a sleeping Tommy out of the conversation.

“No, but I will be. Thanks, Sixx. How is he?” Cam asked, nodding her head in the direction of Tommy.

“Not much better. Keeps zoning out. Passed out not too long ago, actually.” Mick explained, strumming some chords onto his leather pants.

“Do you think, when you forgive him of course, you’ll ever tell him how you feel?” Nikki questioned.

“W-what do you mean, Nikki?” Cam stuttered.

“Come on! Everyone can see that you’re in love with him!”

“Everyone except Tommy, apparently.” What they were saying was true: Cam was head over heels for her drummer best friend. When she wasn’t on the bus, she opted to sleep in Tommy’s old Pink Floyd shirt, his scent extracted from it long ago. She was eternally grateful for everything he and his family had done for her and Grace over the past months, but after today, Cam wasn’t going to risk falling in love again.

“I don’t think I’ll ever forgive him, guys. Today was pretty intense, especially for Roxy. Vince, you saw my freak out; do you think I should forgive him?” Cam questioned, hoping the singer would back her on this.

“I think you should. We both have known the guy since high school, and if I remember correctly, you’ve forgiven him for a lot worse than something like this.” Cam rolled her eyes.

“Even with a single beer in your systems, you’ve all stopped thinking rationally. I mean coke is a hell of a drug, but at least you guys would see both sides of the story before jumping to conclusions! Gimme my kid, Vince.” Cam ordered angrily, standing from her seat.

“No, Cam. Grace is fine where she is! Sit down and let’s talk about this, okay?” Mick ordered causing everyone to jump. Cam slowly sat back down and stared at her hands. Mick rarely yelled at anyone, let alone when Grace was around.

“He deserves to know Cam. It’s your responsibility, but if you don’t tell him, we will.” Cam nodded as everyone tried to explain.

“I deserve to know what?” Tommy’s sleepy voice rasped from behind everyone, Cam jumping at the sound of it.

“Nothing, Tommy. You don’t deserve to know anything.” Cam spat, removing herself from the stressful situation. She didn’t want to be anywhere near Tommy, but the small confines of the bus physically made that dream impossible. Cam settled on the floor, her back against the door as her fingers went through her hair in frustration.

“What the fuck was that about?” Tommy asked after Cam had once again isolated herself from the band.

“Nothing. Just give her some time and she should come around soon.” Mick explained gruffly while taking a swig of his vodka. Stupidly, Tommy decided to trust that answer.

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When the bus finally stopped, Tommy was the first person off. Nikki and Vince followed, leaving Mick to help Cam gather Grace’s toys and books that barely occupied the baby on long road trips.

“I agree with Vince, ya know. I strongly believe you should talk to Tommy. Not about your feelings, but about what happened between him and Roxy. He needs a friend to be there for him.” Mick offered as he bounced Grace in his arms, watching as Cam packed everything into a spare backpack. She couldn't help but roll her eyes, already tired of everyone’s advice.

“Mick, you don’t understand! I’ve trusted and will continue to trust Tommy with not just my life, but Gracie’s as well. But somewhere I have to draw the line. He fucking punched her, Mick! You were there! And you’re still choosing to defend him! Gimme my kid and leave me alone for the rest of the night. All of you!” Mick quickly but gently handed Grace off to her mother and the pair stomped off the bus. Cam attempted to avoid the roadies who were unpacking suitcases and throwing them towards a luggage cart, but she knew that if she waited for her luggage, she’ d have to talk to Doc. She really didn’t want to do that tonight.

“Randy, could you hand me my suitcase? I don’t really want to associate with anyone in or responsible for Motley Crue more than I have to.” Cam explained.

“Sure thing, sweets. What happened?” Randy asked, digging around the bottom of the bus for the only pink suitcase amongst a sea of black.

“I don’t want to talk about it, right now. I’ll tell you some other time, okay?” Randy simply nodded and handed over the suitcase. Cam shot him a grateful smile as she adjusted Grace on her hip and hoisted the suitcase into her hands. She made her way to the hotel and almost instantly bumped into Doc.

“I heard what happened. Here’s your key.” Doc handed Cam the key to her room and escorted her to the elevator.

“Am I on the same floor as them?” Cam asked sadly as they waited for the elevator to reach the lobby.

“Only because it was already paid for, Cam. If this fight had happened before we had situated anything, you better believe you and Grace would be on a different floor.” Doc explained. Cam nodded as a farewell and stepped into the elevator, tears welled in her eyes. She didn’t want to be mad, especially at her best friends, but they were getting into something they couldn’t begin to wrap their minds around.

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As Cam got ready for the show, mostly because her job revolved around it, she mentally prepared for the showdown that awaited her. Grace sat in front of her mom on the bathroom counter, a makeup brush in her chubby hands. Cam smiled as she continued to get ready, a single hand resting on Grace’s stomach to ensure her safety. A loud knock on her door caused both mother and daughter to jump, the sound unexpected. Cam hoisted Grace to her hip and went to answer the door, only to be met with Nikki and Vince.

“Nikki? Vince? Why aren’t you at the venue? Soundcheck should be starting soon.” Cam questioned. In the blink of an eye, Grace was snatched out of Cam’s arms as the mother was thrown over Nikki’s shoulder. Cam screamed and threshed in Nikki’s grasp, but the bassist wouldn’t budge. They stopped at a janitor’s closet and shoved the young mother into the cramped area, locking the door before she could escape.

“This isn’t fucking funny, guys! Let me out!” Cam whined through the door.

“No! Everyone told you not to avoid Tommy, but you did it anyway. Now you both don’t leave until some apologizing’s been done!”

“Both?” Cam questioned softly, turning to meet Tommy, the drummer slumped against some shelves.

“They got you too, huh?” Tommy asked, silently chuckling. Cam nodded and looked at her shoes, which unfortunately were her fuzzy bunny slippers.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to freeze you out and avoid you. You’re just so infuriating sometimes; and when you slapped Roxy, I thought you were going to come after me next. I just got away from that life, Tommy. I don't want to go through that again.” As Cam spoke, tears fell from her eyes. She slid down the door and sobbed into her hands. Tommy’s heart shattered.

“No, baby. I’m the one who should be sorry. I wanted to save you; I promised I would. The way you looked at me after you dealt with Roxy, I thought you’d never talk to me again, let alone look at me. I thought you and Gracie would be on the next plane back to LA to live with my parents again. I don’t want to lose you...either of you.” Tommy pulled Cam into his lap as she cried harder at his words. She had felt so worthless during her time with Dev, and hearing all the words Tommy was saying made her feel like the queen she deserved to be.

“I love you, Cam.” Tommy kissed her hairline as Cam gripped him tighter.

“I love you too, Tommy.” He adjusted her face to where he could see it and he swiped his thumbs under Cam’s eyes, wiping away her tears and runny mascara. Her eyes fluttered closed at Tommy’s touch, which made the drummer’s next action easier.

He closed the space between them with a kiss. While not very hard or urgent, Tommy poured all of his emotions into it, his hands gripping Cam’s face gently. Cam kissed back, heart pounding against her chest. When they pulled away, they both stared into each other’s eyes and smiled, Tommy’s thumbs rubbing Cam’s cheeks gently.

“Am I forgiven?” Tommy asked softly. Cam smiled and nodded, quickly kissing her drummer again.

“Abso-fucking-lutely, Tommy. Come on, you have a show to get to.” Cam replied, quickly standing from her place on Tommy’s lap. Hand in hand, the pair made their was out of the closet and smiled when Nikki and Vince cheered, and Grace clapped her hands with a huge smile on her face.

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A/N: Hope you enjoyed! Let me know what you thought of this! Love ya!

Tags: @kellysimagines

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lady-divine-writes · 6 years ago

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Coldflash - “How Much Is that Doggy in the Window?” (Rated NC17)

After little Lisa makes a surprise discovery, Barry and Len end up dredging up an age old argument - whether or not to get their daughter a dog. (2122 words)

Part 5 of the Father-hood series

Read on AO3.

“Thank you thank you thank you thank you!” Lisa squeals, leaping straight into Barry’s arms the second he comes to a stop in their living room.

“Thank me?” He wraps his daughter in a huge bear hug, confused as all get out. “Thank me for what? Len?” Barry takes off his hood and looks at his husband, sitting like a king on his throne in his La-Z-Boy recliner. “What’s going on? When you called, you said it was urgent.”

“It is, in a sense,” Len starts, being obnoxiously vague as always when Barry wishes he would just answer a straightforward question with a straightforward answer for once. “It seems that our little Lisa here figured out that we’ve been planning on getting her a dog.”

“What?” Barry asks, caught between pissed and paternal. Yes, the ever continuing ‘dog’ discussion is an important family saga, but it’s not exactly urgent. On the flip side, he wasn’t doing much down at S.T.A.R. Labs other than monitoring street cams in the industrial district. “Didn’t we specifically say no dog?”

“Oh, you don’t have to keep up the act, Daddy,” Lisa says, kissing him on the cheek. “I know you wanted to wait for my birthday but …” She sighs, her expression slipping from effervescent smile to apologetic frown “… I’m sorry I snooped. I’m sorry I found the collar.”

Barry’s confusion drops off his face like a rock, along with his jaw smacking to his chest. “Wh-what … wh-what collar?”

“The collar we’ve been hiding in that secret drawer beside our bed, Barry,” Len explains with a smirk.

“Uh, didn’t you make it perfectly clear that that drawer was off limits?” Barry asks, setting Lisa gingerly on her feet.

“A-ha. But apparently a little birdie told her that’s only because that’s where we hide all her presents.” Len stands and puts his hands on his daughter’s shoulders. “And poor, impatient Lisa couldn’t resist.”

“And did you ask her who told her that?” Barry asks, teeth clenched tight. He suspects her Aunt Lisa, whom she was named after. Though, considering the company they keep, it could have been literally anyone on either side of the law.

Like Mick.

Yup, it had to be Mick, Barry decides. Pulling a prank like this is a very Mick Rory thing to do.

Barry’s just glad he kept it relatively PG … and non-lethal.

“Of course I did, Barry. Who do you think I am?” Len says with a wink, tongue-in-cheek reminding Barry how, in the past, his interrogation techniques were renowned in the underground.

“And what did she say?”

“She says she’s no snitch.”

“And you accepted that as an answer?”

“Accepted it? I respect it. She has honor.” Len beams down at his daughter’s glowing face. “I think that alone should earn her a dog.”

Barry looks at his daughter, staring up at him with excitement and hope-filled eyes. They shouldn’t be having this argument in front of her, especially since she’s about to be overruled. “Excuse us for a moment, Peanut. I have to talk to your father alone.”

“Ok, Daddy,” she says, plopping down happily in Len’s chair.

Barry grabs his husband’s arm and zips him out of the room, onto the front porch.

“She doesn’t deserve anything if she’s invading our privacy!” Barry scolds in a whisper, not certain Lisa won’t be listening at the door.

“Be happy she stopped at the collar, Barry. You and I both know there are way more psychologically damaging things in that drawer than that. Besides, what do you have against her getting a dog? I, for one, think it’s a good idea, considering you’re a superhero and I’m an ex-con. A Rottweiler or a pit bull might be good investment for the whole family.”

“We have a security system! A good one! The best! There are eyes on her at all times! But that’s not even the point. It’s the principle. We laid down a law …”

“A stupid law if you ask me.”

“Who’s going to take care of it?” Barry switches gears because, of course, his husband would have no respect for rules. “I’m barely at home during the day …”

“I’m a house-frau now. I’ll take care of it. And so will she. Bare, you can’t say no to her now. Not after …” Len can’t finish, snickering at the ridiculous reality of this little coup. Besides, in order for Lisa to get into that drawer of theirs, she had to have picked the lock.

Len is too proud over that to be upset.

“Len, this is not the way this is supposed to work! If she wants a dog, she needs to earn it!”

“By doing what? She’s already a straight-A student. She keeps her room clean, she makes dinner more nights than I do, and according to Felicity, she’s been troubleshooting most of Oliver Queen’s latest tech. What more do you want her to do, Barry? Save the world?”

“We need to talk things over,” Barry insists. “Hash them out. We need to discuss pros and cons, feeding and walking schedules, lay out some ground rules.”

“You and rules,” Len scoffs.

“Getting a dog is a huge responsibility!”

“More so than keeping your identity a secret? Because our kid has been doing that her entire life.”

Barry glares. “That’s not fair. That falls under the category of extenuating circumstances. I want to handle this the way a normal family would, Len, because that’s all I ever wanted for Lisa. Normal.”

“I hate to break it to you, Red, but you and I both failed at that right from the conception stage. Lisa’s not normal. She’s brilliant and talented, and more than likely will grow up to be a super-human crime fighter with a computer brain. And her life isn’t normal. It’s complicated. Severely complicated. In fact, getting her a dog is literally the most normal thing you can do for her, so let’s get her the damn dog!”

“That’s not a decision we should be making right now. Not while we’re arguing.”

“So what do we do? Huh? She already thinks she’s getting a dog.”

“Well, she’s mistaken. She needs to understand that she’s not going to get rewarded for messing around with things she has no right messing around with.”

“Ha!” Len barks, stepping in to his husband’s space, the shadow of a vengeful gleam veiling his eyes. “Two words, Barry Allen – time line.”

“Timeline is one word,” Barry retorts, clearing his throat of the awkward. “Lisa’s a big girl. She’s mature for her age. I’m sure that if we tell her the truth, she’ll understand.”

Len shakes his head. “Barry, if she’s mature enough to know that her parents have a collar kink, then she’s mature enough to own a dog. But, if that’s the way you feel about it, fine.”

“Good,” Barry says, a triumphant and relieved smile on his face. “I’m glad we agree.”

“For the record, we don’t agree,” Len says. “But at least, this time, I won’t be the bad guy.”

“Whatever.” Barry reaches for the door handle, but stops when he notices his husband retreat to the porch swing and sit down. “Aren’t you coming?”

“Truth is your territory. So have at it, Flash.”

“Nice.” Barry takes a deep breath and braces himself. Just because he won this argument doesn’t mean he’s looking forward to breaking his daughter’s heart. She’s wanted a dog for forever. And that look on her face when she leapt into his arms? That’s the happiest she’s been in a long time. But happy or no, he’s made up his mind.

He will not be manipulated into giving in, even if this whole thing did start with a misunderstanding.

He opens the door and walks into the house. He spots Lisa, rocking in the recliner and looking at her phone. He catches a peek at her screen and his heart deflates. During the course of his and Len’s conversation, she had started scrolling through a Pinterest board she’d made titled ‘Dogs of my Dreams’. She was adding to it – tiny little tea cup dogs, Pomeranians, Chihuahuas, poodles, and such.

He approaches his daughter slowly, preparing himself for the worst conversation of his life. A creak in the floor causes her to lift her head, and the smile that lights her face at her father’s approach is positively blinding.

Barry swallows hard. “Lisa?”

“Yeah, Daddy?”

Ugh. She called him Daddy. This is going to be impossible.

“There’s something I need to explain to you … about that collar.”

“Yes?”

Barry crouches down in front of her, meeting her eye to eye. “You see, sometimes when you buy a collar, it’s for a dog.”

“A-ha …” Lisa giggles, rolling her eyes as if to say duh!

“And sometimes, two people … two grown adults who don’t own a dog, might buy a collar to …”

“Yeah …”

“Well, they might buy a collar because …”

“Because …”

Barry looks at Lisa’s face, at that thousand-watt smile dimming with every second of this asinine explanation. Is he really going to do this? Is he really going to tell his beloved daughter that she can’t have a dog, and that that collar she found is one of among a dozen of her two fathers’ favorite sex toys? That the last time they used it, Barry himself was wearing it, and Len was riding him like bronco, growling in his ear and smacking his ass?

No. He can’t do that. What responsible parent would?

When Barry first found out he was going to be a father, his own father gave him some valuable life advice. “Pick your battles,” he’d said. “Because things will come up that you’ll never dream of, things that you would hope to never handle. But, in the end, when you’re debating right and wrong, you’ll have to decide – are you doing what’s best for your child? Or what’s best for you? Because, surprisingly, the two aren’t always the same.”

So Barry has to choose between psychological trauma or pet dog?

When he thinks of it in those terms, the answer is quite simple.

“Because they have a particular dog in mind,” he covers, smiling to match hers, to bring it back up the few notches it had fallen. “And the ones you’re looking at are way too small.”

“Really!?”

“Really! I mean, how are you going to play catch with a dog the size of a baseball? Not unless you’re using the dog as the ball.”

“Dad-dy!”

“So let’s go down to the shelter and find a dog big enough to fit that collar.”

“Yay!”

“Now (and this is the part Barry hates) go get your shoes on while I tell your father the good news.”

“Okay!” Lisa hops off the recliner and back into her father’s arms, squeezing him so tight, it takes Barry’s breath away. “I love you, Daddy.”

“I love you, too, Peanut. Get going. We’re burning daylight.”

Lisa jets past her father at incredible speed, racing upstairs to her bedroom while Barry strolls onto the porch to inform Leonard Snart that they are, in fact, going to adopt a dog. She stops at the top landing when she hears her father say, “I’m proud of you, Flash. You’re making our little Bug very happy,” and smiles.

Lisa loves her family.

Her entire family.

She unlocks her phone and dials the first number in her phone log.

It only rings once.

“So, Kiddo. Did it work?”

“A-ha. Just like you said, Uncle Ollie.”

In his den at The Foundry, Oliver grins. “Good girl. Now, go get your dog. And make sure you send your mom and me tons of pictures when you do.”

“Sure thing. And thanks!”

“You’re welcome.” Oliver hangs up the call and slips his phone back in his pocket. Sitting beside him on the sofa, a mildly amused Felicity shakes her head.

“Well, well, well. It looks like Leonard Snart may be rubbing off on you a tiny bit.”

“Nonsense.” He wraps an arm around his wife’s shoulders and pulls her close. “I was a sneaky, conniving s.o.b. long before he and I met.”

She nods. “Hmm. That’s true. But I feel bad.”

“Why? Don’t you think Lisa deserves a dog?”

“Yeah, but Barry told us about that collar in confidence. Did you have to use it against them?”

“I didn’t have to ...”

“We could have invited them over, and talked about it like adults,” Felicity says, a slight reprimand in her tone.

“Absolutely.” Oliver chuckles, imagining how uncomfortable it’s going to be for Barry and Leonard to see their newest family member strutting around their house wearing that particular collar. “But this was more fun.”

#ColdFlash #Barry Allen #leonard snart #The Flash #Captain Cold

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allthingsdarkanddirty · 3 years ago

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Timely Assist by Robyn M. Ryan is now live!

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She has no time for romance. He’s not looking for love. Neither sees the slap shot life sends their way. Shannon Mackenna’s life revolves around her family, with her 4 year old daughter at the center. She knows first hand how life can change in an instant. Her parents’ unexpected death taught her never to take things for granted. She lives with no regrets—not even the one-night-stand with a minor league hockey player that resulted in a surprise pregnancy. When she tried to contact him, he denied even recognizing her and Shannon vowed to raise her daughter on her own. Cliff “Cam” Camden embraced the bad-boy-athlete persona the moment he was drafted. He enjoyed all of the perks and has long stopped counting notches on his hockey stick. Now, Cam wants more than off-ice conquests. It’s time to put his career first. He’s not looking for distractions—until he meets the beautiful, sassy owner of Shamrock Fitness. Intrigued by the elusive, private woman, Cam hopes for the chance of something more. Shannon fears her past has collided with her carefully scripted life but she finds it difficult to resist Cam’s devilish smile and brilliant silver-blue eyes. His thoughtfulness outshines his obvious sex appeal, and every time she sees him, her heart skips a beat—and not just because of the way his touch lights up her whole body. Neither denies the mutual attraction, but Shannon must protect her secret at all costs—even if it means walking away from her happily ever after. **Timely Assist is a standalone book in the Tampa Suns Hockey series. This sweet and spicy full-length novel can be read on its own—no cliffhanger, no cheating and a guaranteed Happily Ever After. You may enjoy meeting and following a growing group of friends connected by the Tampa Suns professional hockey team. Some characters are introduced in the Clearing the Ice Trilogy, Healthy Scratch, and Risky Move.**

About the Author: Chicago born, honorary Atlanta native, Parisienne at heart. Proud 60’s Flower Child. “Fearless” barrier-breaker for female sports journalists and minor league “batpersons.” While at UGA, scored PR internship with Atlanta Flames NHL team, during its first season. Interviewed future MLB and NHL Hall of Fame members, published in a variety of print media. Wife, mom, PR professional, and finally, 35 years later, published author. Two Westie grand-dogs pretty much run our household. The Clearing the Ice hockey trilogy includes This Piece of My Heart (nominated for the 2016 Summer Indie Books awards), This Piece of My Soul, (2017 Readers Choice and Summer Indie Book Awards nominees), and This Piece of Our Being(2018). Besides writing, her passions include following NASCAR and the New York Rangers, and splitting time between homes in Atlanta and Palm Coast. Connect with Robyn! Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorRobynMRyan Website: https://www.chicksdigsportsromance.com Bookbub: http://bit.ly/2S0CQbF Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/RobynMRyan Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/robynmryan/

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now-its-3am · 3 years ago

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nikolai hagen has arrived

basic information:

full name: nikolai andreas hagen

nickname: nikko

age: 40

date of birth: may 8th

hometown: lillehammer, norway

current location: lakeview, maryland

ethnicity: white

nationality: norwegian

gender: cis man

pronouns: he/him

orientation: bisexual

religion: none

political affiliation: none

occupation: physical therapist

living arrangements: with his youngest son, benji, in a house

language(s) spoken: english, norwegian

accent: norwegian, although after over twenty years in the states, it has faded slightly

physical appearance:

face claim: tobias santelmann

hair color: dark blond

eye color: green

height: 6'2

build: muscular

tattoos: a couple old ones

piercings: none

clothing style: scrubs or activewear at work as he needs to be physical and flexible with his patient, sweatpants and leisurewear at home. he rarely goes out, but if he does, he might pull out a nice pair of jeans and a knitted sweater

usual expression: focused

distinguishing characteristics: —

health:

physical ailments: none

neurological conditions: epilepsy (although well-medicated, and haven’t had a fit in a long time)

allergies: none that he’s aware of

sleeping habits: poor as he feels he’s always on-call for his kids

eating habits: he tries his best to cook for his kids, but that doesn’t mean he’s great at it

exercise habits: at least once a day

emotional stability: doing better after having moved away from phoenix, az and all the bad memories there

sociability: thrives off of people at work, because all his time is spent home with benji

body temperature: warm and fuzzy

addictions: none

drug use: none

alcohol use: enjoys a beer or two after work, and a nice scotch now and then

personality:

positive traits: patient, kind-hearted, passionate, honest, gentle

negative traits: disruptive, stubborn, aloof, opinionated

fears: abandonment, seeing his kids hurting

hobbies: working out

habits: fidgets with something all the time

favorites:

weather: snow

color: dark blue

music: all over the place

movies: anything action

sport: european handball

beverage: a nice lemon soda

food: nachos

animal: dog

song: things are better – pvris

family:

father: lars hagen, still lives in norway

mother: emma dahl, still lives in norway

sibling(s): a sister back in norway

children: benjamin, emma and lukas hagen.

pet(s): a labrador retriever named scooby

family’s financial status: middle class

extra:

zodiac: taurus

anything else: nah bro

tw: grief, homophobia, violence, car accident, survivor’s guilt

bio:

nikolai madsen was born and raised in an small house right outside lillehammer, smack in the middle of eastern norway. not the most glamorous situation, but the family did well with what they had.

he grew up in a household with fairly happily married parents, and his sister, who is four years younger than him.

in kindergarten, nikolai was quickly assigned the nickname “nikko” as some of the kids just couldn’t be bothered with his full name, which has stuck with him ever since, especially in the states as most people there don’t get his full name right anyway.

after having been a good kid for the longest time, nikko started lashing out and being disruptive when he hit his teenage years. much of the change in behavior stemmed from the new feelings he was trying to deal with – nikko realized that he was attracted to both boys and girls. while he was never ashamed of it, the confusion and feeling like he had to label it became all too much to bear for him, and he took it out on everyone around him.

trying to cope with these new feelings and hormones, nikko put everything he had into school and sports, with great results. european handball became his safe haven, a place where all that mattered was putting in the work, and who he was didn’t matter. his grades improved and he soon realised that he actually had the potential to make something of himself.

through his late teens, nikko had sorted out more of his feelings, and started experimenting with his sexuality. this led to relations with both boys and girls, which again led to him being ridiculed and beaten almost daily after school for months.

nikko did his best to not let it faze him, but it ended up pushing him to suppress any feelings for anyone else for a long time. getting close with someone became associated with pain, and he figured it would be best to just stay away from it.

after finishing high school in norway, nikko decided he needed a change. he needed to grow. a fresh start with new people. and he was definitely not going to get that if he stayed. he packed his bag and headed for the states, determined to put himself through college.

sick and tired of the cold and snow in norway, he headed south towards the sun and heat to arizona state university, where he entered the pre-pt program.

throughout the beginning of his college experience, nikko finally felt like he was far enough from the pain he had been caused back home, and he spent quite some time continuing to explore his feelings and sexual attractions. he finally grew confident in his own skin.

after sleeping around for a while, he met cameron baker. as it would turn out – they were soulmates.

at 19, they had their firstborn child – lukas. they were both still in college, and while it was in no way planned, that did not make him unwanted. they were scared to death, but loved the boy more than they had ever thought possible.

after finishing college, and already struggling to provide for the baby, nikko decided that while he now for sure knew he wanted to pursue a career in physical therapy, he needed to put his family’s need before his own first. so he got a job and did what he had to do to provide for them the best that he could.

after a couple years working some odd jobs, and another kid in the world, this time a planned baby girl named emma, after nikko’s mother, nikko was accepted onto a dpt at northern arizona university.

after finishing the program, nikko got a job in phoenix working as a physical therapist, which meant the family moved from flagstaff and set up base in the suburbs of the larger city.

nikko and cameron got married, and settled down as one happy family.

then benjamin came along about five years ago. another happy accident, much like his older brother.

the next two years flew by, until one night. cameron had drove to pick up lukas from basketball practice. nikko didn’t really think much of it, having been engulfed in helping emma with homework and feeding the other two dinner, until two hours had passed with no sound from cam. that’s when the hospital rang.

cam had been in a car accident, with lukas in the backseat. nikko, with one kid’s hand in each of his own made his way into the hospital, only to be told that cam was most likely going to be pronounced brain dead in the next few hours, while lukas was in a medically induced coma for now.

nikko’s whole world came crumbling down around him, without any family in the states, he was forced to rely on the friends around him – and it really did take a village.

lukas woke up eventually, and slowly recovered from his own injuries (it did help that nikko was a pt), but their relationship was strained for a long time because nikko was the one who was supposed to pick him up that night. not cam. and lukas blamed him for her being gone, and not him. and nikko did too.

a couple more years passed again, and nikko hurt a little bit less every day. he had lost his whole heart that night, and his coping mechanism kicked in once again – he buried himself in his kids. he coached every sports team they wanted to be on, he tried to cook so he could feed them right, he worked his ass off to be able to put them through college if they wanted to – everything nikko did was all about his kids. it was the only way he could cope with what had happened.

with lukas and emma in college, lukas to new york and emma to washington, d.c., nikko felt like he needed a new start again. somewhere with new people, and a place that didn’t constantly remind him of cam. he knew benji wasn’t too tied down in az and he figured they could both need a fresh start.

nikko started looking around for work, and got a job offer at a hospital in lakeview. it would pay well, enough that he could probably get benji through college too, which was all that mattered to him. and lakeview sounded like a small place, similar to where he came from in norway, so the two and their dog made their way up the coast.

#[nikko] intro #[nikko] i’m in over my head

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bloodlinesbabe93 · 6 years ago

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Long Distance- An Adam Cole Fanfiction ~ Part 2

“Hey love, i’m home” Adam says as he walks into the kitchen where i was sitting finishing up an assignment.

“hey babe”

he wraps his arms tightly around me and gives me a sweet, gentle kiss. i swear anytime i end up in his arms I instantly melt.

“what are you working on?” he asks

“I’m writing a paper on the civil war” i say. i quickly put the finishing touches on the paper, save my work, and turn off my computer.

“you don’t have to turn it off for me babe, school comes first” he says

“it’s not due for another week, and I’m done.” i say happily

he smiles. “when did you start it?” he asks

“this morning, after you got up i couldn’t sleep. so i was up by 7″

“so you’ve written an entire paper in a day?” he asks

“yep, History and English are my two best subjects, so writing papers is easy”

“i’m glad you’re able to get ahead in school, I have live events in Texas this week, and i wanted to know if you wanted to come with me?” he asks

“of course i do, i love travelling with you”

he smiles, and kisses me again. i love these sweet moments with him. they’re my favorite.

“i’m excited to have you with me this week” he says happily

“when do we leave?”

“we fly out on Thursday”

“wait in two days?” i ask confused

“yeah, sorry for the last minute notice, i didn’t want to ask you before i talked with the guys” he says

“its alright love, wanna help me pack?”

“anything to spend time with you” he says

he takes my hand and leads me to our bedroom. he pulls out my suitcase from the closet and lays it on top of the bed.

“how long are we gone for?”

“5 days” he says

“help me pick out clothes” i say giving him the puppy dog eyes

“well, you’ll want to be comfy, since its a lot of time in the car” he says

i walked to the closet and pulled out a couple pairs of jeans, and a couple pairs of sweat pants. i bring them back over to the bed, and fold the, neatly packing them in my suitcase.

“remember babe it’s gonna be hot, so you might want to pack shorts too” he says

“i’ll be okay love, i’m more comfortable in jeans or sweats”

i hated wearing shorts, honestly, i was self conscious, i only wore shorts when i went swimming because i hate swimsuits, they’re so tight and revealing. i was afraid that if Adam saw what was under my clothes, he would no longer want me. i was a little bit chubbier, but i hid it with baggy shirts. i hated my thighs, which is why i always wore pants, or if i had to wear a dress, it was knee length or longer.

“you alright babe?” he asks

“yeah sorry i zoned out”

“you sure?” he asks

“yeah, can you find me a couple of shirts? while i get my underwear and stuff together?”

“of course love” he says

i quickly gather enough underwear and bras for a few days. i try to hide them before Adam comes back over with my shirts. i was always too self conscious to buy any cute underwear or bras, knowing that nobody would ever see them anyway. i mean who would want to see me like that?

Adam walks back over with an arm full of shirts, most of them look like they cam from his side of the closet.

“i know you like baggy tees, so i’ll let you wear a couple of mine if you want” he offers

“you’re the best”

“i think all you need now is pajamas” he says

“so more sweats and oversized t-shirts”

“hey babe can i ask you something?” he asks

“of course love”

“why do you try to hide your body? he asks

i look down at my feet. “i’m just really self conscious” i answer quietly

“babe look at me” he says

i slowly pick my head up and look into his gorgeous blue eyes

“you are beautiful, i don’t care what anyone else says. you are so damn beautiful. from those big brown eyes, your beautiful smile. your beautiful long brown hair, and of course your body is perfect baby”

i shake my head, “my body is far from perfect, my stomach isn't flat, my thighs and arms are too big“ he stops me by putting his lips to mine

“your stomach is perfect, your thighs are perfect, your arms are perfect. everything about you is perfect. i’m going to help you see just how beautiful you are to me, no matter what it takes” he says

he helps me finish packing the last few items i needed and moves my suitcase to the floor next to his, he wraps his arms tightly around me setting his hands on my stomach.

“i love you so much” he says

“i love you too”

“wanna cuddle?” he asks

“you know me so well”

“my favorite thing in the world is cuddling with you baby girl”

“ i thought wrestling was your favorite thing?”

“that’s my second favorite thing, you're the best thing that’s ever happened to me” he says

he lays down on the bed, he pats the empty side bed next to him, wanting me to lay with him. once i finally climb into the bed next to him, he wraps his arms tightly around me, which allows me to lay my head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat.

“god you’re beautiful” he says kissing the top of my head

“eh. i’m nothing compared to you, you’re definitely the most attractive guy I've ever dated”

“you’re the most beautiful woman in the world to me”

@thebutterflygirl16

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littlewalken · 6 years ago

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May 25

Well, to talk a bit about writing and how to write and IDK. Coming from someone who has been happily writing things they feel content with here’s some of the ways I’ve gone about it.

Confused by all those writing guides that say you need to do this or that before your write? Who made them Judge Judy and executioner? Go ahead and read books about writing, especially from your favorite writers, then take the parts you like and sound like they’re work for you and fu#k the rest.

But write what you want to read and rewrite (edit) are generally good ideas. So is letting a story rest a bit if you can so you can come at it with fresh eyes and make sure you didn’t miss a typo.

Sometimes I’ll start a story with no idea where it’s going, it just needed to start.

Start wherever, with that idea you like, with the scene your head. Eventually you’ll figure out how you got there or where you’re going. Or not. HP Lovecraft, Steven King, and Shirley Jackson have plenty of short stories that are just bits and pieces. The fu#king Lottery doesn’t need a back story. My longest story started somewhere in the middle and got it’s beginning as the story its self needed it.

Feeling the flow, just let it out, you can edit it later. no one else is going to be reading it yet unless you’re working with a partner. I’ve done enough drafts that have gone on until they ran out of gas, got reread, stripped back to idea lists with spots of prose I like, and it starts again. Didn’t know the roadie story nearly made it to 100 pages in its last incarnation before I decided I want to start the 3rd or 4th version with a bit more of his inner monolog.

If you need a map look in to outlines or beat sheets. I’ve done that with some that have endings and some that done. Some of them are just lists of what I want to happen with some parts being more detailed than others. The stories have existed like that for years. It doesn’t matter if they ever get written or not, at least they got out.

You can always draw them out in story boards or comic books. I started a few as comics or graphic novels then changed them over to written work.

Can’t make up your mind how you want it to go? That’s why Chose Your Own Adventure style stuff was invented.

Just like to do notes and bits and pieces? There’s writer’s journals and commonplace books.

What if it gets weird? So? It’s not a contest BUT if you feel inspired to outweird go for it. I remembered the idea but not the name of Midnight Primrose for years because it’s weird.

And if general criticisms of “poorly written” keep coming from different sources who are known to read different things and come from different experiences then it might be you. Are you only inputting and basing your writing on things that could be said to be “poorly written”? Have you experienced something “well written”? There’s a reason they gave the Oscar to Get Out instead of Mega Transformizoids.

Write what you know is okay but you should also know a bit about what you’re writing. You don’t have to be an expert, hell I’d tell you that for the initial drafting and spilling of ideas you don’t even have to know anything more than the person on the street. But as you edit and rewrite try to study a bit more than the average Wikipedia article. At least go to TVtropes.org ;) Neil DeGrasse Tyson might pick apart the science in your space opera but that means he had to read it first, doesn’t it?

Even something small like learning you’ve used an outdated version of something can be important, unless you’re setting is a specific time line. Think about the times you’ve read something and liked or learned about a tiny little detail that made all the difference. Like learning a character is left handed.

Do you show or do you tell? You can do both. It’s your story. Represent what you want to represent.

Went from possibly looking for 1 dog to now having 2 in the house to chose from. No picks yet as I’ve decided it’s easier not to have much say and just accept which ever one ends up staying. She will be fixed.

Right now the only way to deal with any of the anything is one day at a time. Plan ahead for things like appointments, bills, and stuff coming in the mail. Get up and feed the cats, who aren’t happy with the new dogs and haven’t shown up for breakfast yet, take care of myself, and look forward to kitten and volcano cams.

The last time the teenaged cat didn’t show up for breakfast was when we had puppies. Maybe she had a bit of a protest when kitten showed up. She’s a great mouser so I know she’ll eat something around here. Still I worry because she’s at the age where she just has to eat, shit in a box, purr on my bed, meow she wants to lick your plate after dinner. She like spaghetti and chicken juice.

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