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T. Jost - Dog Day Afternoon

A/N: No one asked for this. It’s just a small meet-cute. It’s been a while, be gentle!

“Nooo. No!” A gentle tug on the leash brings the labradoodle back to your side, “We do not poop on lawns in this neighborhood, mister!” You’d be absolutely mortified to be caught bagging up poop off of the pristinely manicured lawns in this community, so you bend down and give Cooper a satisfying scratch behind his ear and let him gently tug you towards the end of the block.

He’s one of your favorites, so well behaved and affectionate when you visit him. His humans are out of town for the weekend, and you stop by a few times a day to exercise him and give him his meals. If someone had asked you when you were in high school if you saw yourself picking up after people’s dogs to pay your bills you’d be confused to say the least. But, the fact of the matter is you’ve opened your own business with five girls working for you, and you rarely have to deal with humans on the day-to-day, so it’s actually kind of a blessing in disguise.

This particular gated community has been your bread and butter as of late, full of well-to-do families who don’t take vacations, they holiday. It’s a marked difference. They’d pay anything to have their treasured pet pampered in their own home and not stuffed into some grimey kennel with 20 other dogs. The best part is they all talk, so you’ve been able to turn 1 client into 15 in only a month. Cooper was the one that started it all.

You’re nearing the end of the block, coming up on the grassy park that caps the cul-de-sac when Cooper finds a street sign to relieve himself on. You have one headphone in, so you don’t quite hear the heavy footfalls before you see the men jogging up beside you.

The blond one is broad and shirtless, he looks like Thor incarnate. His running partner is younger, with curly hair and biceps that strain the sleeves of his t-shirt, which is damp with sweat. Of course, it’s at this time Cooper finds a patch of grass to poop on and you wish you could throw yourself into the picturesque lake to your right as you start unrolling the bags you keep in your pocket. The men smile as they pass though, everyone in this town is polite to a fault.

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Three days later you haven’t given them much of a second though.

Today you have Daisy, whose dainty name would be more fitting on a dog half her size. The dopey husky can hardly control her own body, tail smacking against you as you try to get her harness on before you lead her through the streets which are starting to become familiar.

Daisy lives 5 doors down from Cooper, and it really is so convenient, allowing you to maximize your profit with minimal travel time. She’s still being leash trained, so you grab a handful of treats and shove them into your pocket and hope that “heel” is something she can be coerced to learn. Today you wind your way past the park, up and down the curving streets, intent on this being a “walk,” not a “pull,” like Daisy seems to prefer.

You pass your favorite house, stark white with a red door and a blooming rose bush on either corner of a wrap around porch. The porch swing is occupied by a pretty blonde woman holding a small baby. She looks up as Daisy barks and you smile and give an apologetic wave. The woman smiles back and you see the beautiful, blond man from the other day hop out of the truck in the driveway.

He smiles and waves at you as well before walking up to the porch and kissing his wife and baby, sitting down next to her on the swing.

It warms you up to your toes to see that this couple isn’t too jaded by the beautiful home they have and the affluent community they live in to enjoy the little things.

Daisy barks again and you see that she’s making herself at home at the edge of their driveway, and you grimace before grabbing the bags from your back pocket. The couple doesn’t seem to mind and gives you another wave when you pass by, intent on getting Daisy back to her house so you could move onto the next client.

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On Sunday, your only day off, one of your girls calls in sick, so you throw on some leggings and flip-flops and drive over to walk a fluffy pomeranian named Precious.

She’s a demon.

She’s yippy and aggressive from the moment you walk in the door. She can, however, be plied with treats, so you arm yourself with a handful and hope you can tire her out so she’ll be easily swayed back into her crate without too much chaos.

She lives across the street from that white house with the red door you love so much, so at least that’s one plus on Precious’ side. You get to admire the home from close up. Making your way down the walkway trying to control the spawn of dog-satan, you catch a glimpse of a shiny new jeep parked outside.

The driver looks familiar, he’s handsome… And he’s staring right at you, which is awkward, as you’re pretty much still in pajamas and Precious has not stopped her shrill yapping since she’s been put on her leash.

“Hey there,” he’s not talking so much to you as he is talking to the ball of fluff dragging you down the walk.

“Oh, I wouldn’t pet her, she’s a bit cranky this morning,” you tell him while he’s mid-squat. He shoots back up and smiles and you finally recognize him. The curly haired friend who was running with the blond from earlier in the week. He’s more handsome up close and it’s making you a little antsy.

He laughs and it suits his boyish face, “Fair enough, I’m pretty crabby when I have to wake up early on the weekend too.” You smile and try to pull Precious closer to you, lest she start nipping at his ankles.

The red front door across the street opens, and that golden couple steps onto the porch. They wave at you and you wave back, smiling tightly, a little uncomfortable trying to pay attention to the beautiful man in front of you and the little fluffy ball of rage between you.

When he notices you waving, he looks over his shoulder and waves ridiculously back to them as well, a big goofy grin splitting his face, “Is it okay that I park here? I can move if it’s not.”

“No, no, go ahead. No problem at all,” you smile genuinely this time. He says thank you and holds his hand out, “Tyson, by the way. I’m Gabe’s friend,” he thumbs over his shoulder at who you assume to be Gabe.

Still nodding, you give him your name in return before blurting, “Yeah, I think I’ve seen you around here before,” before you can shut your stupid mouth and he smiles impossibly bigger.

Gabe, who you have identified as the blond dad from the house across the street helps you save face when he shouts, “Tyson, c’mon we’re going to be late,” as he remote starts his truck from the front door, bouncing his tiny baby on his hip.

Tyson ducks his head at being called out and smiles one last time before waving and heading to a waiting Gabe, “See you two around.”

Gabe gives you a big grin as he backs out of his driveway and passes you and Precious, still huffing at your feet at the delay in her walk. You walk her the opposite way they drove off in, not trying to encounter any more broad chests and pretty faces before you’ve had your morning coffee.

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Friday is a busier day, you have 6 walks back to back in your new area, plenty of families going on a long weekend trip for memorial day weekend. You start your day off with Cooper, followed up by Daisy. They’re getting used to their routes with you and their walks are enjoyable. The next four are with Rocky, Lucy, Maggie, and Duke who are all newer clients.

You’re up to Lucy when you pass Gabe’s house for the first time. There’s music coming from the yard and a few extra cars line the sidewalk, so you assume he’s hosting a party. If you look for a familiar, shiny jeep who could blame you?

It isn’t there though.

You’ve almost forgotten about it by the time you’re walking Duke, a tiny little yorkie who is veritably ancient in dog years. He still has some pep in his step though, and you shuffle through your playlist to find some appropriately happy music for the occasion as you turn a corner.

With your head down, thumb scrolling skillfully through your favorite Spotify playlist, you jump when you hear the sound of a horn. Duke gives a little bark and you look up to see who the offending party is.

Tyson’s body is half out of his window waving, where his car is parked on the corner across the street.

He hops out and walks over to you, peering at Duke with a little confusion.

“You could probably save yourself some time if you walked all of your dogs together. How many do you have?” He laughs and starts squatting down to Duke’s level while looking up at you for permission to pet.

“This one’s friendly, you can pet him,” is what you say, because your brain is starting to lose higher functioning the more his shorts creep up his bent legs, revealing the thick, muscular thighs underneath.

Once given permission, Tyson becomes the equivalent of a floppy golden, all sunshine smiles and praise for Duke. “Who’s a good boy?” he coos as he holds Duke’s head in his big hands, simultaneously rubbing under his chin and the top of his head.

He stands up and turns his smile on you, which makes your stomach swoop a little bit, not that you’d admit it. “You should come to Gabe’s house when you’re done walking all of your dogs. He’s having a little party; he said he invited all the neighbors.”

“That sounds nice,” you begin, knowing you shouldn’t and can’t., “but unfortunately I have some more work to do this evening.”

The smile on Tyson’s face doesn’t falter when he shrugs, “Okay, maybe next time.” He bends down to Duke one last time and uses a higher-pitched sweet voice to say, “See ya, buddy!” before standing up and jogging back over to his idling truck. He hops in and waves before driving back towards Gabe’s house.

Duke looks up at you, unimpressed, “He’s cute," you sigh. The yorkie just wags his tail and tugs you over to a maple tree to do his business.

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It’s a week later when you’re trying to coax Precious down the driveway that you see the pretty blonde walking towards you smiling with a stroller. You know she’s Gabe’s wife, but she’s waving to you in a way that says she wants to talk and you wind the leash around your hand so Precious doesn’t get any ideas.

“Hi! You’re (y/n) right?” she waits for you to nod and say ‘that’s me’ before continuing, “Oh awesome! I’ve heard so much about you from the neighbors. I’m Mel, I live over there,” she points to the house with the red door that you know to be hers, “We have plans Friday night and we need someone to come and take Zoey out. Would we be able to book you?”

She looks ecstatic to have run into you so you pull your phone out and check your calendar, “Let’s see, I will actually be in the neighborhood around 7, and I’m free around 7:45, does that work for you?”

“Ah! That’s perfect. We’re just so excited, because it’s the first time we’ve been out since the baby,” she beams down at the little girl in the stroller, “Mom and dad need a night out, ya know?” She’s smiling so brightly and she’s so sweet, and you don’t know, but you do get it somehow.

You type her name and address into the calendar on your phone, “I’m sure. You guys totally deserve it, babies are a lot of work!”

Mel laughs, “I had no idea just how much work! But thank you so much for fitting us in. The sitter will be there with her, so just knock and they’ll let you in and show you around,” her eyes are lit up and you’re actually excited to help her get a free night out with her husband, “I’ll text you and just save my number and we can work out all the details. I just have to get her home to feed before she starts fussing! Thank you again.”

She’s a whirlwind when she types your number into her phone with fast thumbs, but she has her timing down, because you can hear the baby starting to whine as she crosses the street to her house, right on schedule.

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When Friday comes you finish two walks and end up on the porch of the big white house with the rose bushes flanking it. You knock three times and step back to wait for the sitter to let you in.

Surprisingly enough, Tyson opens the front door.

He’s smiling, like always, with his right eyebrow raised in confusion, bouncing a giggly baby in his arms. She’s in a pink onesie, covered in what looks like mushy carrots, and Tysons white shirt doesn’t look any better.

“We weren’t expecting company, were we, princess?” He nuzzles his cheek across the top of the baby’s peach fuzz head and she squishes her eyes shut, babbling happily.

“I’m not really 'company' perse. I’m just here to walk Zoey,” you rock gently from foot to foot, hoping he’ll let you in and you can get your job done without looking like a total fool.

"Don't you have enough dogs of your own?" He laughs but steps aside to let you through the front door, the inside of the house is just as nice as the outside.

"Oh. Those aren't mine," you pull a biscuit out of your pocket and click your tongue, trying to coax Zoey out of her hiding spot under the kitchen table. "I'm just the dog walker." Zoey crawls towards you ok her belly, unsure and skittish.

"That's a good girl, c'mon mama." Tyson hands you her leash off of the back of a kitchen chair and you can feel his eyes on you as you snap her harness together.

He nods, bouncing foot to foot, keeping the baby happy, "That makes more sense. I thought you had like, 6 dogs. Gabe told me I was an idiot." You look up and his face flames, luckily the baby chooses that very second to spit up onto the burp cloth slung over his shoulder.

"Oh no, baby girl," he coos at the infant, rubbing her back soothingly. "I'm going to take care of this, don't leave without saying goodbye," he winks and walks through the kitchen, leaving you in a whirlwind, Zoey whining at your feet.

"Let's go girl."

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If you didn't know better, you think, as Zoey noses along the bushes down the block, distinctly uninterested in doing anything at all, you'd think you were being set up. Except you don't really know better.

You think back to the mischievous glint in Mel's eye was she stopped you for your number and Tyson's surprised face when you showed up, apparently unannounced, at the door.

The more you think about it the more flustered you get, not dressed to woo a potential suitor, and more likely than not, coming back with a bag full of Zoey's poop isn't really the way you prefer to meet men.

You dig into your pocket for some chapstick and maybe stop in front of a tinted car window in an attempt to curtail your hair into something halfway cute. It's a lost cause.

Zoey walks listlessly at your side, she's well behaved, but clearly has no business to do, so you head back to Mel and Gabe's house. She looks excited as you make your way up the porch steps and barks at the front door.

Tyson steps outside and shushes her softly. "Shh girl, please. I just got the baby to sleep."

"Do you want me to bring her into the back until she calms down enough to go inside?" You wrap the leash around your hand and pat the top of Zoey's head.

"Nah," he pulls the baby monitor out of his back pocket, "I was going to sit on the porch for a little anyway, it's nice out. Want some coffee?"

You say okay and sit on the porch swing waiting for Tyson, not entirely sure how life has led you to this moment on the pretty wrap-around porch of the house with the red door.

He comes back out and shuts the door quietly behind him before handing you a cup and sitting next to you on the swing. You're quiet for a pause, but then you giggle into your mug.

"Did you really think all those dogs were mine?" Tyson looks up at you, smiling goofily back over his own mug.

"Yeah, I totally did. Told Gabe I was going to see if his pretty neighbor needed help walking all of her dogs. Mel finally figured out it was you and they had a good laugh at my expense." His feet are solid on the porch rocking you back and forth while Zoey dozes in front of you.

Your ears warm at the compliment. "Thanks."

"I don't have a dog or anything, but maybe I could get your number in case I wanted company for a walk? What's your schedule look like?" You let your leg slide towards his on the swing so your knees knock.

Smiling and pulling your phone out of your pocket, you hand it over, "I think I could squeeze you in."

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before-we-get-started · 3 years ago

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Dream Come True, Chapter 5

Summary: Cori MacAdam was reeling from a broken heart when she stepped into the path of a moving car. Her out-of-body experience found her eager to leave her life until the hottest guy she’d ever seen showed up to save her. Now as she tries to navigate her life after the accident, things get complicated quickly when she meets her sexy promiscuous neighbor. When she finds love again, her secret comes out – will she be able to hold on to the guy she really loves?

Warnings: Angst, near death experience, smut, some bad words.

Pairing: Colin Shea x O/C Corinne MacAdam

Disclaimer: This work is a pure work of fiction and my fics are classified as 18+. Please do not read if you are underage. Any likeness to real life people/scenarios is purely coincidental. I do not own any characters in this fic except O/C Corinne MacAdam. If you continue to read, you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

W/C: Story is 10 chapters + short epilogue

A/N: Cori and Colin are getting closer, and she’s learning exactly what kind of guy her really is.

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

On Monday, she woke up with a new outlook. Today she’d start a new job, something much different than working for the events management company. Serving as personal assistant to a family friend, an heiress and philanthropist, eccentric and a spinster, but a very nice woman. Cori’s mother had reminded her that her new boss, Ms. Robbins, was prone to mood swings (and forgetting things), but that she’d treat her fairly and appreciate her hard work.

On a whim on Sunday, she’d decided to color her hair. She bought a kit and gave herself light blonde highlights, lightening the chestnut brown. She looked as if she’d been out in the sun, as if maybe she had a healthy outdoor lifestyle, not like she’d been holed up feeling sorry for herself for months.

She dressed in a chocolate brown business suit with a cream blouse, a bow tied at the neck. She put on her brown pumps and some with the crème filigreed toe accent and grabbed her purse. For good luck, she put on the pearl drop earrings her parents had gotten her for her 16th birthday. She’d prepped her lunch the night before and grabbed the thermal bag from the frig, along with her travel coffee mug. She had plenty of time to make the T to the Back Bay neighborhood where Ms. Robbins lived.

As she’d finished getting ready, “Walking on Sunshine” by Katrina and the Waves had been playing on the radio. She found herself singing it softly as she left the apartment. “I’m walking on sunshine – yeah!” she sang, a little louder than she planned, as the door to 6A opened. Colin emerged in his boxers. He bent down to pick up a newspaper, then stood up and took a good look at her as she walked by.

“Mornin’ 6C,” he said with that gorgeous smile. His eyes ran over her from head to toe and she could almost feel it.

She smiled back, gazing over her shoulder as she walked by. “Mornin’ 6A. Have a good day.” She kept walking down the stairs, her optimism bubbling up. What a great way to start the day – Colin in his boxers. She smiled to herself, descending the stairs, holding on to the wooden rail. She looked up just long enough to see Colin, arms on the railing, leaning over to watch her.

“You have a good day, too,” he said, lingering as she bounced her way down and out of the building.

Ms. Robbins lived in a huge terracotta brick home on Newton Street. The house had been divided up into condos and she occupied the entire first floor. It was just her and Yaz, her Yorkie (Ms. Robbins was a lifelong Red Sox fan). Cori had been to her home twice before – once as a child for a dinner party, and once a few weeks ago for her job interview. She entered the front door and rang the bell at the door on her left, the entry to Ms. Robbins’ home.

“’S open!”

Cori entered and walked into the main living area, adorned with floral wallpaper in greens and blues. Wood three-quarter round trim stained a honey color trimmed the room and honey colored hardwoods peeked out from a solid blue area rug. There was a Steinway piano, a Victorian couch and chair and a coffee table in the room, along with built-in shelves that held items from around the world, secured during Ms. Robbins’ travels.

“It’s Cori,” she said in a singsong voice. Yaz came streaking into the room, yapping ferociously. She bent down and petted the silky hair around the blue bow tied around a small tuft on his head. He returned the gesture with little licks to her hand.

“Good morning!” Ms. Robbins had cornered the market on brocade dresses. Every time Cori had ever seen her, she was in some type of beautiful brocade. Today’s was a kelly green/ecru paisley that was beautiful against her ivory skin and auburn hair. In her mid-60’s, she was medium height and quite fit, a few lines on her porcelain skin but they weren’t too noticeable with her impeccable makeup. She was holding a number of envelopes as she entered the room.

She hugged Cori and extended her arms, getting a look at her. “Cori, you look absolutely gorgeous. I’m so excited we’ll be working together.”

Cori smiled. “I am too Ms. Robbins. I really appreciate this opportunity.”

“I’m going to keep you busy,” she said. “Now let me show you around so we can get to work.” She led Cori through a formal dining room, complete with a giant ornate wood table and chairs, into a kitchen that had obviously been recently remodeled. Tall white cabinets, a beautiful light gray granite and a white subway tile backsplash, with larger square ceramic tiles and a beautiful mosaic tile providing a pop of color behind the large stainless Bertazzoni range. The kitchen was immaculate – Cori wondered if any food had ever actually been prepared in the room.

“You can put your lunch bag here,” she said, pointing to the giant SubZero frig, “and are you a coffee drinker?”

“Yes Ma’am,” Cori said, shaking her travel mug in front of her.

“Wonderful! I have a coffee station here, there are an assortment of flavors. Lots of creamer in the frig. Help yourself,” she said, waving her arm in front of the high-end coffee maker like it was up for bids on The Price is Right.

She showed Cori the powder room and where she could store her coat and any other items she brought with her. “I want you to feel at home. Help yourself to whatever you find in the kitchen. If you can’t find something, just let me know. Mi casa, su casa,” she said with a smile.

Cori felt a surge of excitement, for the hospitality and for the unknown opportunity that lied ahead.

They made their way to the office, just off the living area with beautiful French doors in the same honey wood. The walls were done in a green wallpaper with wide green velvet stripes. The honey floors carried in and there was a large mahogany desk, built-in bookcases behind it and a high-backed leather office chair.

“This is your workspace now,” Ms. Robbins said. “You’ll find a variety of office supplies in the desk and in the cabinet on the wall. If what you need isn’t here, make a list and – well – I’ll send you out to buy it,” she smiled.

Cori laughed. “Yes ma’am,” she said with a laugh.

“And how about if you call me Amelia. ‘Ma’am’ and ‘Ms. Robbins’ make me feel old.”

“Ok Amelia,” she said. “I love that name.”

“And I love yours. My mother’s name was Corinne. I’m named after my father’s mother. Thank goodness, my mother’s mother was Agatha.” They both laughed.

“I thought we’d operate this way – this new laptop is yours. You can use it here and take it home if you ever need to work after hours. In this book (she opened a leather-bound journal), there are sections. The first will be for your schedule. I’ve written what I’d like you to do this week here,” she said, pointing at a page behind the first tab. “The second section will be for lists. I’ve written this week’s date and a list of items I need you to purchase. The third section will be for your hours. Sign in and out each day, and be sure to include any evening or weekend hours, there will eventually be some. I’ll check it on Fridays, send the hours to my accountant and he’ll transfer money to your account on Monday morning, so pay weekly. Does that work?”

“Yes,” said Cori. “That works perfectly.”

“Great. Whenever you need to go out, Gerald will be available with the car. Let’s take today to get you familiar with the house, the neighborhood and the things I’ll expect you to do. We’ll have lunch on Beacon Hill today because it’s so gorgeous out and tomorrow will be your first actual day with work.”

And so the day progressed, Ms. Robbins doing all the things she promised. After getting familiar with more of the house and where things were stored, they sat in the office and discussed her upcoming calendar and events, and the other tasks she’d expect Cori to accomplish. At 11 a.m. they walked out front where Gerald and the car were waiting. They climbed in the back and Ms. Robbins directed the driver to “run the tour route.” They wove through the streets of the neighborhood and those that bordered. She showed Cori her preferred market, florist, office supply store and other shops. Cori made notes as they went. When they’d finished the tour, the driver stopped in front of a bistro in Beacon Hill with a low brick wall that surrounded a courtyard full of outdoor tables under bright red umbrellas.

“Ms. Robbins, so good to see you. Right this way.” The host showed them to a table tucked away in the back corner of the courtyard. Almost as soon as they were seated, a server set glasses of ice water and iced tea in front of them with a little bowl of lemon wedges. The host handed Cori a menu.

“Will you be having your usual today?” the host asked.

“Yes Phillip. But please give Ms. MacAdam a minute to look.”

“Of course.” The host left the table, passing another server who set a two baskets on the table, one with fresh hot breadsticks in a linen cloth bed and the other little pats of cold butter.

Cori inhaled the smell of the fresh bread, closing her eyes.

“A carb girl, a girl after my own heart,” Ms. Robbins said, pulling out two breadsticks and handing one to Cori.

“Maybe just one,” she said, using her knife to cut off a small wedge of butter and smearing it on the breadstick. She took a bite. “Oh my gosh,” she said softly.

“I know, right?” said Ms. Robbins. “Those breadsticks are my spirit animal.” They both laughed.

Cori chose a salmon salad with a lemon vinaigrette and Ms. Robbins got her usual Salad Niçoise and they chatted away, talking about Beacon Hill, their favorite Boston eateries, Cori’s family, and eventually, Cori’s recent past.

“I saw your mother last year at a benefit and she said you had found your dream job with Spalding Events. Was it not what you had hoped?”

Cori suddenly felt panicked. Ms. Robbins obviously didn’t know what had happened to her, or that she’d been unceremoniously dumped by the love of her life when he banged her best friend the night before their wedding. Just the thought of all of it made her a little dizzy. She took a deep breath. Get it together.

“It was wonderful, but I was in an accident-“

Ms. Robbins gasped quietly and reached for her hand. “Oh dear, are you ok?”

“Yes,” said Cori. “I am now. I actually stepped off the curb and got hit by a cab.”

This time the gasp was much more audible. “My word! Cori! That’s horrifying!”

“It was,” she said softly. “I suffered some serious injuries. The folks at Spalding were kind enough to let me keep working from home once I was able. But I had to do a lot of physical therapy, I moved back in with my parents. Honestly, I just needed a fresh start.” She left out the part about Matthew and Amber.

Ms. Robbins kept her hand on Cori’s, patting it softly. “I’m so glad you’re ok. I can’t imagine what your parents must have gone through as well. Your supervisor spoke very highly of you when I called. She said they’d have you back in a minute.”

“That’s really nice of them,” she said.

“Well, don’t worry. I know events are your specialty. We’ll start out slow but eventually, you’ll be planning my events. I love to entertain and especially to raise money for my foundation. You’ll be able to put that experience to work and for lots of good causes.”

Cori felt a rush of giddiness. Her own events. She loved the sound of that. This was exactly what she needed, what she’d hoped for.

“I can’t wait,” she said with a giggle.

“Good! Now, tell me, if I keep you late or ask you to work on weekends, will I be imposing on a relationship with your significant other? I understand that you have a life.”

The smile ran away from her face. “No, no significant other.”

“Well, then we’ll have more than one goal for our events, won’t we?” she said with a smile.

They finished lunch, which was delicious, and the driver took them back to Newton Street. The rest of the day was spent getting familiar with the office, files she’d need, Ms. Robbins’ rolodex and books from some of her previous events. There were photos and agendas and a list of all the companies used for each event. She recognized lots of them from working at Spalding.

Five o’clock was here before she knew it and she grabbed her bag and headed for the T. She left her lunch bag for tomorrow. The ride home was easy and she ascended the stairs of her apartment building, headed for the sixth floor. On Saturday night during the party, her neighbors said the elevator is almost always out. She was glad it was working when her father helped her move in.

She reached her floor and stared at 6A. She wondered if Colin was home, and if so, what he was doing. Impulsively, she knocked on his door. After a bit, he answered. He was in a Patriots t-shirt and athletic shorts, barefoot, his hair spikey and messy. He looked like maybe he hadn’t been awake for very long.

“Hey! How was your first day?” he said, smiling.

“Really good,” she said. “Very good. Hey, I was thinking, maybe you could come for dinner one night this week. You can tell me about your neighborhood watch program.”

He smiled. “You’ll be a good recruit and I never turn down a free meal. So yes.”

“Great, how about Wednesday at 7?”

“I’ll be there.”

As Cori walked away, she saw a leggy blonde coming off the last step and turning towards Colin’s door. She peered over her shoulder and saw him embrace her, then they shared a long, deep kiss. She noticed his long eyelashes laying on high cheekbones when he closed his eyes for the kiss. Cori felt her knees go weak. She wished for a second she was a leggy blonde.

“You came,” he said. “Nicole, right?”

“Nina,” the blonde corrected him.

“Yeah, Nina. Come on in.” He held the door open for her, placing his hand on the small of her back as she walked in. He looked over at Cori. “Night 6C.”

“Good night,” she replied. The door clicked behind him. Cori unlocked the door and went in, spending the rest of the evening thinking about that kiss. It wouldn’t be as good as the one she got from her mystery man, but she bet it was close.

Tuesday was a normal day, learning and exploring at work, then on Wednesday, she ran to the market after getting off the train to grab a few items. She was in by 5:30, giving her some time to prep dinner. She loved to cook. She wasn’t a chef by any means but she could hold her own. She’d decided to prepare a margherita pasta with shrimp for tonight, with a salad and strawberry shortcakes for dessert. She took a quick shower, put on a little makeup, pulled her hair up in a messy bun after dressing in jeans and an emerald green cold shoulder shirt and jeans and headed for the kitchen. She chopped tomatoes, onions, garlic and basil, seared the shrimp and boiled the pasta. She tossed the romaine salad with some vinaigrette. She set the table, opened a bottle of white wine and put it in an ice bucket, filled two glasses with ice water and as she was setting them on the table, there was a knock at the door.

She glanced in the mirror next to the door – she looked as good as she could, she supposed. She unlocked the door then opened it.

“Hey,” he said. She gasped softly. He was in a cobalt blue button up shirt, black belt, jeans and boots. There was a thin silver chain around his neck, a small silver medallion resting in the valley between his defined pecs. The edge of a tattoo peeked out where the shirt was unbuttoned. His hair was styled. He handed her a small bouquet of fresh flowers. “For you.”

She smiled, a smile that lit up her whole face, and took the flowers. “They’re beautiful. Come in.” She stepped out of the way and he walked the few steps in, making the step down into her living/dining room.

“Wow, it smells amazing in here,” he said, making a show of sniffing the air. “I can’t remember the last time I ate something that wasn’t in cardboard or Styrofoam.”

“I hope you like shrimp – and pasta,” she said.

“That sounds great,” he replied.

She pulled a vase out of the cabinet, added a little water and put the flowers in, setting them in the middle of the table. “Everything is ready,” she said, extending her arm toward the table. He sat down at one of the place settings and picked up the napkin, unfolding it and placing it in his lap.

“So how was day three?” he asked.

She pulled the pan of pasta from the stove and set in on the table. “Really good,” she said.

“Tell me more.”

“I’m a personal assistant for Amelia Robbins. She’s heir to Robbins Manufacturing. She has a house over in Back Bay.”

“Wow, nice neighborhood,” he said, eyeing the pasta she was putting on his plate.

“Very nice. She lives in a huge building full of condos. Her home is the entire first floor. It’s really pretty,” she said.

“So what kind of assistant stuff are you doing?”

“I run errands, do some shopping, manage her calendar. Eventually I’ll be her event planner. She hosts a number of fundraisers for non-profits throughout the year.”

He twisted the pasta around his fork and took a bite, stopping abruptly. He spoke but the words were unintelligible with a mouthful of food.

“What?” she said laughing.

He chewed and swallowed. “I said Holy Shit, this is amazing!” He loaded another fork full and shoveled it in. “Absolutely delicious.”

She was pleased. The evening would suck if the food was bad.

“I’m glad you like it,” she said, taking her own bite. It did taste pretty good.

They talked a little more about her job and then she asked about the band.

“So, what’s the name of your band?”

“Oh, Rock the Cradle – like, Boston is the Cradle of Liberty, and we definitely rock.”

“If I wanted to hear you, where would I go?”

“Finnegan’s, O’Leary’s, Rap’s, local bars,” he said.

“Mm,” she hummed as she finished a bite of pasta. “I’m envious. I always wanted to be in a band. I took piano and played in orchestra in high school. It must be great to take the stage and play your own music.”

He sighed, smiling broadly. “It is,” he said as he put his hand over his chest. “It’s the most incredible feeling. I’m addicted.”

“I’ll bet! And I’m sure you have a pretty incredible stage presence.”

“Well, I don’t mind bragging but yeah, I can wrap an audience up, no problem.”

Cori was impressed. “Just think, when you get that record deal, you’ll already be great at performing live.”

His face dropped then. He looked down at his plate. “We took a break for a while a few months ago. There were some things I had to work through.”

“I’m sorry,” she said. “Did the break help?” She couldn’t help but wonder – guys in bands were often partiers. Did he have a drinking problem? Drugs? He didn’t seem the type, but you never knew what someone else was going through. She stirred the fork around in her plate. “If you guys are that good, I’m sure you’ll get another chance.”

He looked up at her and smiled sheepishly, like a little boy. “It gave me some time to think, and yeah, exactly. I tell the guys that all the time.” He didn’t sound like he believed it.

She smiled, feeling sad for him. He was obviously incredibly disappointed. That sweet smile was gone and she found herself wanting to give him a hug. “Probably get a better record deal next time anyway.”

He smiled. “Exactly. That’s what I told the guys. Everything happens for a reason.” He pulled the fork across his plate, scraping up the last possible bite.

She smiled, happy he liked it so much. “Dessert?” she said sweetly.

His face suddenly shifted and through hooded blue eyes, he smirked and purred, “I never turn down dessert.”

Cori felt the heat flush her cheeks. “Sorry to disappoint you, just strawberry shortcake.”

He laughed. “Ok, I’ll settle for that.”

He picked up the plates from the table and took them to the sink while she pulled the sponge cake, strawberries and whipped cream from the frig. She pulled two ramekins from the cabinet and with a knife, cut circles of cake to fit in the little cups. Colin stood next to her at the counter, peering over her shoulder.

“That looks so good,” he said, reaching over and sticking his finger in the whipped cream. She pulled the bowl away from him.

“Patience,” she laughed. “Go sit.”

He strode to the couch, dropping himself against the throw pillows.

Cori thought about how comfortable all of this was. Dinner together, easy banter, affectionate looks. Everything she thought she’d have by now, with Matthew.

She stared down at her hands and sighed. Colin was sweet and dangerously sexy, but he was just another Matthew. Having a variety of girls was his trademark. Besides, she wasn’t even in the league with the other girls she’d seen at his place.

She shook her head to clear the thought and grabbed two spoons, carrying their desserts to the couch.

Colin admired the sweet treat as she handed it to him. “You’re one incredible cook,” he said, dipping his spoon in and snagging a little of each layer. He hummed as he enjoyed the first bite. “Man, I could get used to this,” he said, smiling at her.

“Well, stay on my good side and I’ll fatten you up.”

He laughed. “Hey, the body is part of the show. But I’ll take my chances.”

They finished and she took their cups. She was so enjoying his company, she spoke before she could think about it. “So, I was thinking, if you want, maybe we could watch a movie or play a game or something.”

Colin glanced at his watch and made a face, then bounced off the couch up the step to the front door and peered through the peephole. “Shit.”

“Everything ok?”

He stepped down from the door. “Can I take a raincheck? I need to get out of here.”

She hoped the disappointment that washed over her didn’t show. “Of course,” she said.

“Great. You’re the best. Thanks – for the best meal I’ve had in a long time.” He reached for her to pull her into a hug and as he touched her arm, they both felt as if lightning shot through them.

Colin jumped back. “Damn, what the hell?”

She wrapped her arms around herself. “I don’t know. The two of us together are dangerous,” she said with a smile.

He grinned and looked a little sad. “I’ve gotta go. Thanks again.” He unlocked the locks on the door and left, pulling it closed behind him.

She was a little dazed, lightheaded even after the moment. She hadn’t noticed any static electricity anywhere else. That was an enormous charge. She stepped up to the door and peered through the peephole. Her heart dropped. Colin’s back was to her and he was wrapped around another leggy blonde. Her arms were wrapped around his neck and her tongue was down his throat. He turned them around, never breaking the kiss, fumbled with the doorknob and opened the door, pulling her inside. The door closed.

She was right. Not even close to being in his league. She stepped down into the kitchen to clean up.

Monday morning’s alarm rang and she trudged through her normal routine. As she unlocked her door to leave, she heard voices in the hallway.

“I can’t. Look, I would if I could but I’ve got something else going on.”

“Colin, you always do this. I want to go on a date. A real date. You know I only want to be with you.” The voice was female.

She slowly opened the door, embarrassed to intrude on their conversation, but she had to go to work. She slowly stepped out, the conversation continuing.

“I appreciate that,” he purred, running his hands down her bare arms. She had raven hair that was pulled into a ponytail, tight yoga pants and a spandex workout top, her curves on display. “But there’s so much going on with the band, I just don’t have the time right now. You know I like you Brittany –“

“Brianna,” she corrected him.

He smiled that megawatt smile. “Yeah, Brianna.” He fidgeted a little as if trying to come up with what to say next.

Cori suddenly felt brave and started around the bannister. “Hey Colin,” she purred, smiling at him. “Tonight’s still date night, right?” She winked at him and kept walking, saying “See you at 7,” as she made her way down the stairs. She could still hear their conversation.

“You’re dating someone else! You said you weren’t!” Brianna was angry.

“No, she was just kidding,” Colin pleaded. “I’m not dating anyone. But my door is always open for you Brianna,” he said in the sexy low voice.

“As if,” she sniffed. “Goodbye Colin.” Cori could hear her stomping down the stairs above her. She stifled a laugh.

The week was going by quickly. Cori had joined her parents for dinner at one of their favorite spots and had just gotten home for the evening.

“I must’ve pissed you off pretty good, eating and running the other night.” Colin had opened his door and stood in the doorframe as she walked past.

“What do you mean?” she said with a smile.

“I mean telling that girl it was date night,” he said. She looked at him and there was a grin where she thought there might be anger.

“Hey, I was just doing you a favor. She left, didn’t she?”

“She sure did,” he laughed. “I’m sorry about the other night. I just wanted to say I’m sorry. That was a shitty thing to do. You took the time to cook for me, I could’ve at least stayed and helped clean up.”

“Not a big deal,” she said, unlocking the door. She smiled at him, a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. This was all they’d ever have, this banter back and forth, neighbors. She knew how big her crush was every time she saw him with another girl. Why was she attracted to guys she couldn’t have?

“You know,” he said, coming around the banister towards her, “we could pick it up tonight, maybe watch a movie?”

She hesitated before answering. She had the luxury of the day off tomorrow, a three-day weekend. Ms. Robbins was going out of town and told her to take a break. She had turned the alarm off on her phone the moment she got the news, a Friday to sleep in. She took a deep breath and turned to look at him. “Sure.”

“Great!” he said and when she opened the door, she could feel him behind her he was so close. His woody, musky scent filled her nose. She felt something wash over, something she hadn’t felt for such a long time, a longing. She thought about the girls she’d seen wrapped around him, kissing him.

She’d never wished so badly she was someone else before. Would she ever be comfortable in her own skin, and not so desperate for her sexy neighbor?

As he walked past her into the living room, he ran his hand above her waist and once again, a shock went through them both that nearly knocked them off of their feet. Colin stumbled forward, catching himself on the sofa, Cori bracing against the kitchen counter.

“What the hell is up with your apartment?” he asked, rubbing his hand. “You need to have the super check your power. Something is definitely up.”

She caught her breath. “Maybe that’s my built-in ‘hands off’ alarm,” she said with a smile. “Wouldn’t want to get caught in a trap like those other girls and get all disappointed.” She’d tried saying it as a joke but her voice sounded sad.

“Look, I’m always honest with anyone I’m with. I don’t want anything long term. I like girls, I’m like any other guy. I just don’t have the desire to be with anyone for very long. I tried that once and it didn’t work. I’m not making that mistake again.”

“Must’ve gotten your heart broken pretty badly,” she said, trying to hide the sadness from her own failure.

“Against my better judgment I got involved with someone I thought might be the one. I was wrong. We wanted different things. Brought me right back to plan A,’ he said, bending down to look at DVDs on her shelf. “Besides, when the band takes off and we hit the road, the last thing I want is to leave someone behind and not be able to enjoy myself.”

“Well, I’ll give you that. At least you’re honest. And you’re not playing the field while you’ve got a fiancée on the string.” Her voice trailed off and she looked down, pissed at the tears that were burning at her eyes.

He stood up, a concerned look on his face. “Did that happen to you?” he said softly.

“Yes,” she said, barely audible.

“I’m sorry,” he said, really meaning it. “That sucks.��

“It does. And with my best friend, no less.”

“Ouch.”

She looked at him, willing the tears away that were rimming her eyes. “Pretty much almost ended my life, at least it felt like it. All of this, the apartment, the job, it’s just me trying to get a fresh start. It’s like I don’t know where I belong.”

He gave her that adorable half smile. “You seem like a great girl Cori. I’m sure there’s someone out there for you. And if you need someone to get you back in the saddle, I’m always available for a ride,” he smiled.

Her face broke into a smile. “That’s THE worst pick up line EVER!” she laughed and he laughed too.

“Yeah, that was bad even for me,” he said, running his hand through his spikey hair to the back of his neck, letting it linger there. Every move he made turned her on. This was torture.

“Ok,” he said, desperate to change the subject and spinning towards the TV. “I suggest a comedy, nothing too heavy tonight.”

“Agree!” She pulled two bottles of beer from the frig and threw a bag of popcorn into the microwave. When it was done, she joined him and they started the movie. There was no conversation, just laughter. He’d made himself at home on the couch with his feet on the coffee table. She tucked her legs up under her in the chair. She’d made a friend. That was the takeaway. It wasn’t sad, it was happy.

When the movie ended, he cleaned up the beer bottles and popcorn and headed for the door. “This was great, I hope we can do it again.”

“Me too,” she said with a smile.

“Hey, what are you doing Saturday night?”

She wished she had a fabulous night planned, but the truth was it would be her, her jammies, some wine and a good book. “Nothing really,” she said.

“Great! Come down to Rap’s. The band is playing at 8. It’s just down the street.”

“I know it, Rapscallion’s, right?”

“Yeah, it’s going to be a big weekend for us. We’re playing a festival Saturday afternoon and at Rap’s on Saturday night.”

“Wow, that’s awesome. I’m glad you’re back on track.”

“Yeah, it feels good,” he said. “So you’ll be there Saturday?”

She didn’t hesitate. “Yes, I’ll be there.”

He clapped his hands together. “Awesome.” He stepped up to the door, gave her a wave and left.

Cori suddenly felt deflated. The biggest player on the planet just spent the evening with her and didn’t even try to make a move on her. Of course she’d been an idiot and acted uninterested. But she should be uninterested, she’d been down this road before.

Saturday would be fun. She’d get a friend to go with her. Who knows, maybe she’d meet someone more in her league.

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Cool for the Summer: Chapter 6

The Ragnarsons have just been told they somehow traveled from 8th century Norway to the 21th century. Like you expect, the boys aren’t taking the news well, freaking out or completely denying the obvious. Hopefully, a nice discussion over fresh, hot, delivery pizza can help calm them down.

“Guys, I think you traveled from the past and into the future,” you told the Ragnarsons. They were all sitting in the living room, their eyes now looking at you instead of the blank TV screen. “What?!” Ivar shouted, anger and disbelief radiating off his skin in waves. “What do you mean the past? We’re just in a new land, right?” Hvitserk said, panicking and not believing what you just told him. “She is a witch! Send us back right now!” Ivar shouted, trying to roll himself towards you, wanting to attack you. You moved away from Ivar, his inexperience using a wheelchair making it hard for him to follow you. Björn and Ubbe seemed to be the more rational of the four, but that didn’t mean there weren’t surprised. “Calm down, Ivar. We’ll figure out how to get home eventually,” Björn said, trying to reassure his siblings. “This explains the ‘television’ and ‘the refrigerator’ you have, (y/n). Only in the future could there be such advanced items,” Ubbe said.

“Who cares about things like the ‘television’! We need to get home! I have an army to command and a war to win!” Ivar raged, his wheelchair stuck between the two couches. “It’s not like you’re going to be able to kill my mother, Boneless. Your war against Lagertha and I will only end in unnecessary bloodshed,” Björn said. “She killed my mother and stole Kattegat from me! She deserves to rot in Hel!” Ivar roared, looking like he wanted to throw the lamp next to him at his eldest brother. “Hey, calm the fuck down! What are you talking about?” you interved. “Our mother, Aslaug, was Ragnar’s second wife and Björn’s mother, Lagertha, was his first. After our father died, Lagertha took control of our home, Kattegat, and killed Aslaug during the process,” Ubbe explained, refusing to look anyone in the eye while he told the story of his mother’s death. Hvitserk nodded, as if confirming the story, a frown on his pale face. “Stop acting like you care, Ubbe,” Ivar growled, turning to his eldest full blooded brother. “You are a traitor. The moment we had to pick a side, you ran away with your tail between your legs! You sided yourself with our mother’s killer!” The Ragnarsons continued to argue, but in their native tongue. The commotion caused Finn to start barking, adding more stress and noise to the situation. Right before you were able to silence them, the doorbell rang.

The boys stopped, shocked by the sudden and loud noise. You took advantage of the situation, grabbing an envelope full of cash your aunt left for you, and rushing to the door. You opened the front door to see a young man, practically a teenager holding two boxes of pizza. It was the pizza boy! “Hi, you ordered one pepperoni and one plain pizza?” he asked. “Yes, I did. How much do I owe you?” you relied, pulling out some of the money your aunt gave you. “It’s $23.37,” the pizza boy said. Suddenly, Björn appeared next to you in the doorway, his piercing blue eyes staring intensely at the young man in front of you. The poor boy fidgeted nervously under the Viking’s harsh gaze, his skin pale and sweat starting to form above his brow.

You frowned at the blonde man, pushing his chest to get him to stop. “Björn, do me a favor and take Finn to the bathroom in the backyard,” you said, pointing to the small dog that was panting at your heels. He looked like was going to run out, and you were NOT chasing him down when he does. Björn picked up the Yorkie reluctantly, who was growling quietly at the pizza boy, not liking the new stranger. He left you alone, to which you sighed in relief. “Sorry about him. He’s very protective,” you apologized to the frightened pizza boy. “I-It’s o-okay, miss. I-I don’t want any trouble with your boyfriend,” he stuttered, struggling to gain his wits back. “He’s not my boyfriend, actually. He’s your money, and please, keep the change,” you said, counting out the dollar bills for the boy. You handed it to him and he quickly handed you your pizzas, before hurriedly walked away, trying to get into his crappy car and away from Björn.

You closed the door and turned to the Ragnarsons, who had gathered behind you to watch the exchange between you and the teen. “Don’t even start with me, boys. Get in the dining room and sit quietly. No arguments,” you commanded, so done with their bullshit. The boys did as they were told, somehow scared of a (height) (race) girl. Finn, stupid as he was, happily followed the boys to the dining room table, only focusing on the fact that there was food that he could possibly eat, instead of the tense air in the room.

Anyway, the boys sat at the table, Ivar pulling himself from his wheelchair onto the chair. You placed the pizza boxes in the middle of the table, then placed your now free hands on your hips. “Okay, new rules. Whatever happened in the past, from family drama, to wars, and everything else, stays in the goddamn past. So, no more arguing and fighting. It’s giving me a mind splitting headache,” you ordered the vikings. They grumbled in their native tongue, until you shushed them with a harsh glare. “Now, let’s eat in a nice peaceful silence, before I shove the pizza down your throats,” you threatened them. The boys understood and you opened the tops of both pizza boxes.

The smell of the pizza wafted into the air and the Ragnarsons ogled at the food they had never tried before. “What is that?” Hvitserk asked, drool almost dripping out of the corners of his mouth. “It’s a pizza, a food originating from Italy, made from flat bread, tomato sauce, and cheese,” you explained, trying to describe it as best as you could to the ignorant boys. “The pepperoni on this one is made from pig.” Hvitserk was the first to grab a slice, his brothers carefully watching his every move as he took his first bite. Hvitserk swallowed the bite, before licking his lips and taking another bite. Björn, Ubbe, and Ivar grabbed a slice from each pizza and tried them, before grabbing more pieces and scarfing them down. You smiled; you now knew one food that they liked. You took your fill of the pizza, taking your time as you ate.

The room was no longer tense, it filled with the sounds of the Ragnarsons eating and Finn begging as he tried to take a bite of someone’s food. “No way in hell are getting some of this. You can’t digest cheese and I am not picking up the mess you’ll make when you realize that,” you sternly told the lap dog pawing at your legs. “(y/n),” Björn spoke up, having finished eating. “Yes, Björn?” “I was wondering, since we are unable to return home, where will we be sleeping?” he asked. The other boys nodded their heads, wondering the same thing. “Are there any real clothes we can wear? I don’t feel like living in one pair of pants while we are stuck here,” Hvitserk said. “Well, each of you can have one of the several bedrooms to sleep in. And I have to get food tomorrow, so maybe I can buy each of you some clothes that you like,” you told them, remembering the pile of cash your aunt gave you before she left. You don’t know why she gave you so much, but why not spend it? “Buy clothes? So you don’t have to make them? How will they know how tailor them to fit us?” Ubee asked.

“It’s the future, Ubbe,” Ivar shoffed, rolling his eyes. “Seemingly impossible things are possible now.” “You don’t have to be so rude, Ivar. Be nice to your brother, or else,” you scolded the stubborn male. Ivar grumbled in ancient Norse as hsi brothers chuckled at him getting scolded. “To answer your question, Ubbe, clothes these days are tailored to general measurements, allowing us to buy clothes by size. We’ll have to find out what sizes you guys are, so that means trying several different sizes until we find the right one,” you explained. “Convenient,” Björn said.

“Alright, is everyone done?” you asked the boys. They all nodded, Hvitserk actually burping in content. You got up from your chair, Finn at your heels, as you gathered the paper plates and threw them in the garbage that was hidden in a pull-out drawer. The boys shouted when you threw the plates away, causing you and Finn a small heart attack. “What? Why are you screaming?” you asked, eyes wide in freight. “Why did you throw the plates away, woman?!” Ivar shouted. “Calm down, guys. They are made of paper. They are disposable,” you explained. The boys all looked at each other and started to converse in Old Norse, making you a bit paranoid that they were making fun of you in their unfamiliar language. “God, if you guys are going to keep screaming and shouting every time I do something similar like throwing away trash, we’re going to have a problem?” you said, clutching your forehead in exerspation.

Seeing as there were still pizza leftover, you decided to not let them go to waste. You’d rather had cold pizza for breakfast instead of a tiny protein cookie anyday. “Hvitserk,” you said, causing the boys to stop their conversation. “Can you do me a favor and out the leftover pizza in the fridge for me?” you asked, holding up two plastic freezer bags in your hands. “Just put the pepperoni in one bag and the plain in the other,” you instructed, before giving the blonde the bags. Hvitserk seemed a bit confused, looking at the plastic as if it were an alien creature, but did as you said, luckily. He didn't put them in the fridge, though, handing them to you instead. “I don’t know how to close them,” he said, a little embarrassed. You didn’t say anything, just zipped up the ziploc end of the plastic and wordlessly put it in the fridge. “There, now we can eat it later for when we get hungry.” “Don’t you mean when Hvitserk gets hungry,” Ivar teased. Ubbe gave him a look, causing the youngest Ragnarson to stop snickering.

You walked out of the kitchen and towards the living room, the boys following you. “Now, let’s figure out where you guys are going to sleep tonight.” It didn’t really matter what room the boys got, as long as they got a comfortable, clean bed to sleep in. So, you let the boys pick their rooms, just handing them each a pile of queen size sheets from one of the closests in the hallway. Now, let’s just hope they can make the bed, you thought. “What are we supposed to do with this fabric?” Ubbe asked. “I need you guys to put these sheets on the bed you pick, so you can sleep in a nice clean bed,” you said. “But what if we don’t know how? We’re princes with slaves who did this for us all the time, remember,” Hvitserk spoke up, looking at his bluish grey sheets with a frown. “Just try, okay. If you have trouble, I’ll help you. Now, go and choose your rooms while I do Ivar’s bed for him.”

You turned away from the elder Ragnarsons, leading Ivar towards the elevator. You heard Hvitserk complain in the distance, but you ignored the spoiled prince. “Your brother is really whiny. Is he usually like this?” you asked the wheelchair bound man next to you. Ivar chuckled, and replied, “He’s used to women doing whatever he wants. Whether they be a thrall or captivated by his ... certain skills.” “I knew he was a womanizer. I’m going to have to find a way to keep him from jumping on any women he comes across,” you joked. Ivar let out a short laugh; he’s never met a woman who wasn’t enamored by his brother and his charm. “That’s Hvitserk. A horny dog,” Ivar joked back. “A horny Golden Retriever, to be precise. Or even a horny Golden Lab,” you continued giggling at the sight of Hvitserk as one of the previously mentioned dog breeds.

You got to the elevator that led to the second floor. Ivar studied the golden metal doors, not understanding what it was. You pressed the pristine white arrow button on the wall, it lighting up and the golden elevator doors opening shortly later. Ivar got scared, gripping onto the sides of his wheelchair. “What is this?” he growled, staring at the open elevator. “It’s an elevator, Ivar. It will bring us up the second floor without using the stairs. Perfect for you and your wheelchair,” you explained, reassuringly placing a hand gently on his muscled back. “Is it safe?” “Yes, Ivar, it’s safe. Here, I’ll even show you.” You stroide into the open elevator, then started to jump repeatedly. “See, it doesn’t move when I do this and it will surely hold both of our weights.” Ivar hesitantly rolled himself into the elevator. He studied the box like surroundings, taking in the buttons, arrows, and lights near the doors. You pressed the button to the second floor, saying to Ivar, “Going up.”

As the elevator made noises and started to move, Ivar started to freak out a bit. You placed a comforting had on his back and reassured him. “It’s okay, Ivar. We’re safe,” you said. To prove your point, the number 2 light lit up, along with the tell-tale ding, signaled you reached the floor and the elevator doors opened. You and Ivar moved into the hallway, away from the elevator. “Incredible. Do all homes in this time have these raising boxes?” Ivar asked, rolling alongside you i his wheelchair. “Oh no, only public places have to. Like hospitals, schools, so on. My aunt is just excertric; she had a hip replacement, and her being her, had the elevator built in so she didn’t have to use the stairs instead of just staying on the ground floor while she recovered,” you explained, grimacing when thinking about your said aunt. “You mentioned her before. She seems like a very entitled woman.” “She is. Thank god she’s never had a kid, then she’ll be an entitled mother. Those are even worse.”

You reached one of the bedrooms and opened up the door to the room. To your surprise, Björn was in there already, fluffing up s pillow, the bed made. “Björn, you’re done already!” you exclaimed. You didn’t think we knew how to make a bed since he was a prince, let alone using today’s more modern sheets. “It was surprisingly easy. Though, I don’t know how I’ll keep warm tonight without any furs,” Björn admitted. “Björn, it’s too hot for furs. Its summer. Besides, we have technology that constantly keeps the house cool,” you explained, trying to make jim understand the complexity of the average home’s AC and heating system. It looked like he understood you, to a degree, but before he could further inquire Hvitserk popped his head in the doorway.

“(y/n), I need your help!” he literally screamed. “What’s the matter?” you responded, frustrated that you had yet another problem you needed to fix. “Your rat dog claimed ownership over the bed and won’t let me get close!” Hvitserk claimed, freaking out. “For God’s sake,” you grumbled under your breath. You left Björn and the town he claimed as his own, stomping towards the next bedroom. On your way, you saw Ubbe also did his bed sheets, and was chilling on the bed, enjoying the fluffiness of the pillows and cotton sheets, through the open doorway of the room.

When you got to Hvitserk’s room as soon as you opened the door, you saw Finn sprawled out on the sheetless bed mattress. Said Yorkie jumped up when he saw you at the entrance to the room, all four legs spread apart and stiff, his lips pulled over his teeth, a growl escaping his throat. “Don’t growl at me, you little shit. Get off the bed!” you yelled at the dog, done with his territorial and nasty attitude. finn ignored your order, barking at you and posed to kill, despite him probably not going to do much damage. You tried to grab the toy sized dog, but he ran to the other side of the bed, out of your reach. “Oh, it's going to be like this. You’re asked for it,” you threatened. You tried again, but this time you were able to catch the little rat-dog. Finn didn’t like that, snarling and trying to bite your hands to let him go, but you held him in a way that he couldn’t harm you. “Don’t you dare bite me. I’ll throw you in the oven and cook you if I have to,” you threatened the toy-sized dog. Finn seemed to understand what you said, stopping his struggling and useless attempts to bite you, but continued to growl demonically. “Try me bitch” you scolded him.

Without another word, you put him on the floor in the hallway in his face. “There, now you can make the bed,” you said to Hvitserk, hands on your hips. “Thank you, Lady (y/n). You’ve saved me from that wolf-rat. If you ever need anything from me, let me know. I’ll do anything - or anyone - for you,” Hvitserk flirted. Your deadpanned expression show Hvitserk you weren’t falling for his charms. “Make your damn bed, that’s how you can repay me,” you said nonchalantly, before walking away. “B-But I need your help!” Hvitserk protested. “Get Ubbe or Björn to help you!” you shouted back, not turning around and proceeded to walk to the next bedroom. Ivar followed you, chuckling at his brother’s misery, to the bedroom next to Hvitserk’s. When you opened the door, you found a bedroom devoid of any of the Ragnarsons. You sighed in relief; who knew trying to find a bedroom for Ivar could be such a difficult task. “Am I finally able to have my own room now?” Ivar asked, obviously tired and done with the drama. “Yes, I just have to do your bed for you. Just sit there for me and I’ll do everything.” The pile of bedsheets you had in your arms, which you honestly forgot you had in all the commotion, slowly but surely was arraigned on Ivar’s bed, the cotton fabric smelling of laundry detergent and fabric softener. As you worked, Ivar silently watched, deep in thought. You realized you knew very little about Ivar and his family, besides being Vikings from 8th century Norway and sons of the famed Ragnar Lothbrok. Seeing as you were now able to get some answers, without any interruptions, too, you decided to ask Ivar a question. “Hey, Ivar, you mentioned about a war and fighting for control your home earlier. Can you explain that for me?” you asked the young man as you put the fitted sheet over the mattress. “Why do you need to know? You should know everything about it in this new time,” Ivar replied, breaking away from his thoughts. “Well, I’m curious about you and your brothers, especially since it seems there is some hostility between all of you,” you explained. Ivar was quiet for a while, contemplating the pros and cons on telling you such personal information about his family’s relationships as he stared off into space. “If you don’t want to you don’t have to. Just forget I even asked.” “No, wait, I’ll tell you. It's just ... complicated,” Ivar protested, almost frantic. “It’s alright. I think I’ll be able to understand. I might just be able to help you and your brothers,” you reassured the young Viking. “Fine, I’ll tell you thrall. I swear, you have to be a witch, as there is no way in Hel I would tell just about anyone about this otherwise,” he insulted. “Still not a witch. But continue.”

“Well, to start, my father, Ragnar Lothbrok, originally was married to a shieldmaiden named Lagertha, before he became the King of Kattegat. With her, he had my eldest brother, Björn, and Gyda, a sister that died even long before I was born, ” Ivar started, fingers fiddling with the plastic on the armrests of his wheelchair. “Despite this, Ragnar fell in love with my mother, Aslaug, who eventually became pregnant with Ubbe, and she became my father’s second wife.” Ivar wasn’t looking at you as he said this, instead staring into the empty space in front of him, focusing on something you couldn’t see.

“Lagertha never liked my mother from the start. She thought she was a witch and stole my father away from her with a spell. From the moment she left my father, she wanted nothing more than to kill my mother,” he snarled, fisting clutching tightly. You stopped what you were doing and rushed towards the young man, trying to calm him down, at least a little. “It’s okay. You don’t have to continue anymore. I can tell this is quite painful for you,” you pleaded. His cold blue eyes locked onto you, rage radiating from his hunched over figure. “You wanted to know so badly on my family and I, so you’re going to listen, to every terrible thing that has happened, whether you like it or not,” he seethed.

Shocked by his pure hatred for his father’s previous wife, you could do nothing but listen to continue his story. “While my father was being tortured and killed in England, Lagertha attacked Kattegat and killed my mother, stabbing her in the back, taking Kattegat and the crown for herself! And all the while, my brothers did nothing and refuse to avenge our mother, like they did our father!”

The ferocity of Ivar’s anger scared you as he literally shook in rage. Ivar seemed to be oblivious to you taking a wide berth from him, subconsciously trying to make yourself smaller. “They’re all traitors, especially Ubbe! The moment we had to pick sides, he crawled to Bjorn and Lagertha side with his tail in between his legs. Hvitserk, no better. I know the moment the tide turns, so will he. They’re all threaten by me, my superior brain, finally seeing me as who I am, not the crippled little brother who had to lugged around. I am the legendary Ivar the Boneless, rightful heir to Ragnar Lothbrok, King of Kattegat, leader of the Great Heathen Army! And I am a God!”

At that moment, the door to the bedroom opened. Hvitserk stood in the open door way, one foot in the room until he realized he stepped into a tense moment. His blue eyes looked between you and Ivar, telling that he just walked into a tense situation, thanks to Ivar’s previous screaming and your shaken form. He ignored the rageful stare of his brother, focussing on you instead. “(Y/n), are you okay? Did something happen?” he asked. “I’m okay,” you said breathlessly. A bundle of nerves, you just wordlessly walked past Hvitserk and away from Ivar’s temporary bedroom. “What did you do, Ivar?” you heard Hvitserk scold his younger brother. You didn’t hear Ivar’s response taking a running dash down the hall and as far as possible from the stressful situation.

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wetnoseescapades · 4 years ago

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#yorkie travel bag #small dog #traveling yorkie #yorkie traveler

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morning-walk · 5 years ago

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I just came in from my morning walk.

My devotions led me to this.

My lap is cold.

I wasn’t going to say, or write, too much about it but I might as well be candid.

Zoey, our irritating and very endearing little Yorkie, got hit by a pickup truck Thursday.

As I put her limp little body in the grave I dug down by the creek I thought “doggone you Zoey! I am going to miss you.”

If you ever wanted to see that little furry thing content all you had to do was pat your lap. She’d jump up there in a heart beat, curl up, and stay absolutely until you made a change.

A lap dog.

I never much cared for lap dogs.

Now my lap is cold.

That’s the way it is I guess.

So this morning I am sitting here in front of this fire, sipping my excellent Haitian coffee, trying to ease my sore body, and thinking about Thursday.

I keep going back to that sound when the impact happened but I also thought about the kids giggling as they slid off those hay bales.

And I thought about my Dad giving the kids milk chocolate and seeing his face when it was obvious he’d hit the jackpot.

And the beer brats and homemade sauerkraut the Cutie made for dinner.

And Mary’s sweetness in trying to comfort us.

And the HUGE bag of rocks that Maralee put under the Christmas tree because “Pops, Mimi likes rocks.”

And the small band of disciples who put their lives on hold and traveled to Town Creek yesterday to let storm victims know they aren’t forgotten and to do some heavy lifting in the clean up.

And to live their love.

And the photos from the children’s party at Church last night just celebrating them and what they mean to us.

And our Christmas tree and all of its sentimental ornaments.

And Rubble, our big dog.

And that new calf.

And another Mary waiting to give birth to the newest of new lives.

And you.

And my lap is still cold.

But my heart is fuzzy warm.

As our Friend and I walked through the endless graces that were suddenly overwhelming me he offered a tissue, smiled his gentle smile, and said...

“Comforters come in many ways don’t they.”

Your move,

Brother Pat

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vntagetee-a · 2 years ago

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░ BASICS .

NAME. ░ Gia Tedesco NICKNAME / ALIAS. ░ G, Princess (only by her Father) AGE. ░ 28 CURRENT RESIDENCE. ░ Gotham City, NJ SPECIES. ░ Human GENDER. ░ Female PRONOUNS. ░ She / Her ORIENTATION. ░ Bisexual / Biromantic ETHNICITY. ░ Caucasian PROFESSION. ░ Real Estate Agent EDUCATION. ░ Bachelor’s Degree ALIGNMENT. ░ Chaotic Neutral ZODIAC SIGN. ░ Aries SPOKEN LANGUAGES. ░ English, Spanish, French PARENTS. ░ Frank & Annabella ( deceased ) SIBLINGS. ░ None. SIGNIFICANT OTHER. ░ Verse Dependent CHILDREN. ░ Verse Dependent PETS. ░ A cat (Margaret) and a small Yorkie (Josie) ░ PHYSICAL .

FACE CLAIM. ░ Danielle Campbell HAIR COLOR. ░ Dark Brown EYE COLOR. ░ Green HEIGHT. ░ 5′3″ MEDICAL CONDITIONS. ░ None.

░ PERSONALITY / OTHER .

HOBBIES. ░ Antique shopping, reading, jogging, hiking, traveling, working out. POSITIVE TRAITS. ░ Passionate, worldly, intelligent, quick witted, confident, brave. NEGATIVE TRAITS. ░ Defensive, power hungry, stubborn, impatient, aggressive, impulsive, can be manipulative when it comes to reaching a goal, falls for toxic partners. LIKES. ░ Achieving professional goals, passionate partners, watching period dramas, cold gloomy weather, girls night out at local clubs, dates at fancy restaurants. DISLIKES. ░ Humidity, being lied to, not being taken seriously, being ignored. FEARS. ░ Rats FAVORITE MOVIE. ░ Titanic FAVORITE TV SHOW. ░ Bridgerton, The Great SMELLS LIKE. ░ Rose and mint WHAT’S IN THEIR BAG. ░ Extra makeup for touch ups, flavored lip gloss and chapstick, nail file, rose lotion, cell phone and charger, compact mirror, a taser shaped like a cell phone, an expensive pen that her Father gave her the day that she graduated college, a round brush. WHAT DO THEY DO TO UNWIND. ░ Watch Netflix, read, go out with friends.

░ DETAILED BIOGRAPHY .

Gia was raised in Gotham City by her wealthy parents, Frank (a successful criminal defense attorney for some of the most powerful criminals in the city - mainly the mob) and Annabella. Used to getting her way, she was usually in trouble at school for misbehaving and questioning authority. After her Mother died in a lethal car accident when she was in high school, Gia craved more attention from Frank, but his career always came first. She sought out the attention from boys instead and allowed herself to be used in every way possible. By the time she graduated college at the top of her class with a business degree, Gia was determined to turn her love of architecture and interior design into a career in real estate. With a little help from her Father and his influential friends, she’s been able to establish herself as one of the top agents in Gotham.

░ CHARACTER TAGS .

DOSSIER . THREADS . HEADCANONS . AESTHETIC . SKILLS . DESIRES .

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asagi-s-garden · 6 years ago

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Ok but why haven't we talked about a Prideshipping Pet Lovers AU?

Atem with like five cats who he loves to bits and peices, he takes them off of the street, he never actually intended to get more than the one cat he initially got from a shelter when he turned eighteen and moved out on his own, but he keeps finding hungry lonely strays outside of his apartment and just... can't stop himself from taking them in so by the time he's twenty he has five of them

Seto has two dogs, a Doberman and a Yorkie, he got the Doberman from a shelter when he first took over Kaiba Corp, intending for him to be a guard dog but ended up getting really attached to him as a pet- though don't get me wrong, he's a GREAT guard dog and will protect Seto with his life, he stumbled upon the Yorkie when he was around twenty, he was at a gas station late one night after getting back from a long trip and saw some sketchy looking guy with this tiny ten-week-old puppy who was shaking in the cold December air and the trash bag was blowing smoke right at her and Seto immediately said "Nope" and tossed a wad of cash at the loser, took the dog and hasn't looked back since

Atem names his cats after old world religious and mythological figures so he ends up with a tiny pantheon of Pandora, Persephone, Freyja, Amunet, and Ash (he tends to stay away from naming them after major deities but he couldn't resist Freyja)

Seto names his after gothic and horror literature figures so the Doberman is named Talbot and the Yorkie is Annabelle Lee, but he calls her Annabelle or Annie for short

Atem lives in an apartment so he only has indoor cats, but in all honesty he wouldn't let them live outside even if he had a house because it's safer indoors and he gets very VERY nervous and protective over his cats

Seto's dogs are obviously spoiled rotten indoor dogs, Talbot has slept at the foot of Seto's bed since the first night in his home and Annabelle sleeps next to Seto or on top of his back when he's laying on his stomach, they both have dog beds- Talbot's is by the door and Annabelle's is in the corner next to Seto's bed- but they only ever use them during the day

So anyway they both walk their pets, Atem walks his cats on a leash, he takes them for individual walks twice a day- he works from home as a writer/gamer/web designer/artist/something so he's home all the time- and Seto walks Talbot twice a day and Annabelle once and they end up running into eachother

There's a new park that just opened by Atem's apartment and Seto likes taking Talbot there for his evening walks, Atem usually avoids places like parks where dogs are because he doesn't want any of them to get off of their leashes and chase his cats, but then one evening Persephone gets off of her leash and sprints into the park, almost giving Atem a HEART ATTACK in the process, and he has to chase her into the park

Talbot does not give One Single Shit about cats but his very presence spooks Persephone and she runs up then nearest tree, so cue Atem's panic hitting a crescendo and Human Tree Seto grumbling wile giving him Talbot's leash and climbing literally two branches before getting the cat down

The thing is that as he does this, his business card holder unknowingly falls out of his pocket, he returns the cat, takes his dog, and grants a curt but polite enough goodbye so he can finish up Talbot's walk before dinner, Atem, in the process of reattaching Persephone's leash, sees the card holder and resolves to return it the next day

So Atem ends up at Kaiba Corp the next day to return the card holder and is immediately met with Talbot, The Office Guardian, and Atem can't stop himself from making atleast seven different jokes about how he feels like he's confronting Anubis

Seto thanks him for returning his cards and kinda just... assumes that that's it, that's the end of their relationship, he can resume life as normal now

Spoiler alert: Seto Kaiba is wrong

A few days later Annabelle is following some weird scent and absolutely and literally DRAGS her six-foot-tall human away from the park and down the street during their evening walk, it just so happens that Atem is taking Amunet for her walk at the time and sees Seto Kaiba, the Big Bad Businessman who owns a dog bigger than Atem and is known for being ruthless and powerfull, walking a teeny tiny Yorkie wearing a pink and rhinestone studded vest with a big pink bow on it, looking immaculately groomed in a puppy-cut and ticking along against the sidewalk like she owns the world

Atem is stunned

Seto sees his life flash before his eyes

He knows as soon as he sees Atem approaching that he's going to have to pay him off big time to keep this soon-to-be rumor under wraps, he knows Atem is just waiting to point and laugh at him, but for the second time, Seto Kaiba is wrong, and instead, Atem yanks his cell phone out of his pocket and "HEY!! My Pandora has a vest just like that one! Look!!"

They spend the next two hours exchanging pet photos in the park

They do it again the next night, Atem brings coffee

This goes on for two weeks before they set up a lunch date and when Atem comes to Seto's office to pick him up he realizes something he didn't notice the first time...

There's a frilly pink dog bed next to Seto's desk, and when Atem peers over it....

Yep, Annabelle is sleeping in Seto's lap wile he types

Well then

By the time they move in together Atem has two more cats and has gotten his first dog

Seto has to hire two more maids just because of the extra shedding this causes, he makes a room just for the cats full of cat furniture and toys and a kitty obstacle course

Atem likes to play hide-and-seek with the dogs

Seto takes Talbot everywhere with him but for the first time in almost a year he's finally able to go on business trips without taking Annabelle, who, unlike her brother, is not the best travel companion, because now he can leave her home with Atem

Neither of them are comfortable leaving their pets with the staff for longer than a day though- and even that makes them nervous- so their honeymoon consists of alot of day-trips more than one long vacation (also if you don't think that Talbot was the ring-bearer at their wedding you're foolishly wrong)

When they have kids they always say "We have #X kids, but only this many are human the rest are furbabies"

Atem calls them furbabies and Seto calls them "children of another species"

Someone stop me help

#Prideshipping #Atem #Seto Kaiba #YGO #Yugioh

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hfgujgu · 3 years ago

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The 13 Best Dog Sling Carrier Small Breeds

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The 13 Best Dog Sling Carrier Small Breeds

Searching for Best Dog Sling Carrier Here at petcarestuff, we're admirers, everything being equal, from little teacup breeds to massive mastiffs and pit bulls. However, we should concede there's something exceptional and super-adorable with regards to more modest little guys.

Presently, one more benefit of having a Yorkie or a chihuahua is that you can frequently take these little canines where greater canines wouldn't be gladly received. All you'll require is the Best Dog Sling Carrier to help you coming.

These slings are a mix of a child transporter and a tote. Straightforward developments with a shoulder lash and a pocket just as space for your dog, these slings permit you to keep your hands free regardless of whether your little canine necessities some assistance when he gets worn out.

What would it be a good idea for you to think about when you're contrasting these slings, then, at that point?

Materials: If you intend to take off with your dog, verify you pick a Best Dog Sling Carrier produced using agreeable materials. A large number of these slings are produced using cotton or downy. You can likewise discover some polyester slings, just as a small bunch consolidating to some degree some cowhide. You ought to likewise guarantee that the material is satisfactorily breathable for your expected reason. On the off chance that you frequently go out for longer strolls with your canine, focus on breathability or you and your canine will wind up overheated

Collar cuts: These are little plastic or metal clasps intended to keep your puppy solidly connected to the sling. While they are named restraint cuts, these work most successfully when utilized with a canine tackle instead of a choker. You ought to likewise prepare your canine instead of depending on these clasps to keep them set up

Flexible ties: Many of the Best Dog Sling Carrier accompany completely movable shoulder lashes. This is a clear in addition to point worth paying special mind to and will ensure the snuggest conceivable fit

Zippers: Some slings accompany zippered tops to add one more layer of safety to the transporter. On the off chance that your canine frequently wriggles around and is exceptionally curious, it merits snatching one of these slings

Solace cushions: Last yet not least, some Best Dog Sling Carrier come outfitted with removable solace cushions. All things considered, in case you will give your canine a treat, why not go as far as possible?

Alright, with that speedy depiction set up, it's an ideal opportunity to get down to the headliner.

Today, we've checked on the best 13 canine transporter slings across a scope of value focuses. While these slings work best with more modest canines, we've likewise incorporated a small bunch intended to convey medium-evaluated canines to around 15 pounds in weight. See which of these slings, assuming any, seems like the acceptable fit for yourself as well as your dog.

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The 13 Best Dog Sling Carrier

1. Our #1 Pick: Yudodo Pet Dog Sling Carrier

2. Next in line: Alfie Pet Chico Reversible Pet Sling

3. Cuby Dog Sling Carrier

4. Tomkas Dog Carrier Sling

5. FurryDido Reversible Pet Sling

6. Bro'Bear Reversible Dog Sling

7. Jekeno Small Pet Sling

8. SlowTon Pet Carrier

9. Retro Pug Dog Sling Carrier

10. Cuddlissimo Pet Sling Carrier

11. Alfie Pet Front Dog Sling Carrier

12. IPrimio Dog Sling

13. Grtdrm Pet Sling Carrier

The 13 Best Dog Sling Carrier

1. Our #1 Pick: Yudodo Pet Dog Sling Carrier

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Components

Canines to 5 pounds

Cowhide and lattice

15 x 3.9 x 7.8 inches

Our general top pick in our curated rundown of the best canine transporter slings comes from Yudodo, however what makes it hang out in a jam-packed pack?

Right off the bat, this Best Dog Sling Carrier arrives in a triplet of sizes to suit all canines as much as 14 pounds. This little measured sling is expected for more modest puppies to 5 pounds.

The calfskin and cross section fabricate conveys a more top notch feel than a large portion of the resistance, yet you will not have to burrow particularly profound for the advantage.

The shoulder tie is roomy and loaded with cushioning, so you shouldn't feel the strain regardless of whether you head out for an extended walk.

Breathability is top of the line meaning neither you nor your furball ought to get overheated. This is an issue that scourges some bad quality, modest canine transporter slings.

You'll likewise get twofold security with this transporter coming inside a non-woven texture sack so you can ship it without getting canine hair all over.

Things We Like

Threesome of sizes to suit

Wide and cushioned shoulder lash

Profoundly breathable

Things We Dislike

Plastic catch is delicate

2. Next in line: Alfie Pet Chico Reversible Pet Sling

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Canines to 12 pounds

Cotton material

4 x 11.9 x 0.98 inches

Alfie serves up a slick and surprisingly delicate sling ideal for conveying your canine sans hands.

Like the very best canine transporters, you can securely wash this on a virus wash in the machine. This removes all the dreariness from upkeep.

Produced using a delicate and rich cotton, your canine will cherish the vibe of this next Pet Sling to his skin, and you will not get scraped or awkward conveying him all things considered.

Browse a variety of 6 tones to suit from dim, dark, and blue through to radiant pink for a sprinkle of fun.

This sling is sensible liberal as far as limit. You should fit any canine as much as 12 pounds inside without feeling hazardous and without your canine inclination confined.

The main genuine blowback we could discover among an abundance of positive client surveys concerns the color running off onto canine's paws. This was, however, a confined issue with the tremendous majority of clients incredibly content with this canine transporter sling from Alfie Pets.

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Things We Like

Wellbeing collar snare

Machine launderable

Super-delicate sling

Things We Dislike

A few issues with shading running

3. Cuby Dog Sling Carrier

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Components

Canines to 13 pounds

Cotton material

11 x 6 x 2.9 inches

The Cuby Dog Carrier offers you the chance to convey your canine sans hands when you're out for walkies on account of the sling configuration bringing him near your body for added security.

At the point when this transporter isn't being used, it overlays level to smooth out capacity.

Browse an assortment of 9 colorways to suit your little guy's personality. Every one of the transporters is reversible permitting you more prominent adaptability and a further developed life expectancy.

The shoulder lash comes powerfully cushioned and you ought to be comfortable conveying your dog for quite a long time mixed together.

A customizable wellbeing snare is intended to join to your furball's collar. You likewise get two or three buttons at the highest point of the pack to keep your dog from tumbling out.

Machine launderable for your complete comfort, this Pet Sling is as simple to care for all things considered to utilize.

A couple of clients have whined about the sewing on this Pet Sling letting it down. Given the truly sensible value point, we feel this is a little penance to make.

Things We Like

Embraces your dog near your body

Foldable for your benefit

Reversible plan

Things We Dislike

Sewing could be improved

4. Tomkas Dog Carrier

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Canines to 10 pounds

Delicate texture

8 x 9.3 x 1.6 inches

It is safe to say that you are looking for a delicate and flexible canine transporter sling ideal for utilizing for expanded spells? Assuming this is the case, Tomkas has an extremely compelling contribution that is as of now accessible at better than deep discounted. Act rapidly and grab yourself an inconceivable deal.

The delicate breathable texture is intended to keep you and your canine cool regardless of whether you're out together for extended strolls and you're conveying him along jam-packed city roads.

We're certain you generally have a lot of adornments and treats available when you're all over town with Fido, so the zippered pocket is an ideal reserve spot for these.

The reversible idea of this canine transporter permits you to ring the changes.

This size Pet Sling has a customizable clasp and is appropriate for more modest canines to 10 pounds. In the event that this doesn't make a solid match, there are a few different sizes and fittings to browse.

Beside a somewhat feeble safety belt, this is an incredible all-rounder at an exceptionally sharp value point ideal for extended strolls with your dog.

Things We Like

Machine launderable and truly breathable

Zipper pocket for capacity

Reversible for added adaptability

Things We Dislike

Security cut not exceptionally powerful

5. FurryDido Reversible Pet Sling

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Elements

Canines to 5 pounds

Delicate cotton fabric

3 x 9 x 7.8 inches

Next up in our assortment of the best canine transporter slings comes a super-delicate cotton material model from FurryDido.

Browse a dark or blue colorway and partake in the designed reversible side for an additional portion of fun when you're out with your little guy.

The wellbeing snare appends effectively to your canine's restraint so he remains solidly inside the transporter while never feeling limited.

The main genuine grasp we could uncover concerns the reality you can't totally close this sack. Bear this is mind in the event that you have a particularly versatile mutt.

When you return home from walkies, you can slip this transporter in the clothes washer on a virus wash to alleviate upkeep.

Things We Like

Wellbeing collar snare for added security

Simple to really focus on and machine launderable

Sans hands accommodation

Things We Dislike

You can't close the pack

6. Bro'Bear Reversible Dog Sling

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Elements

Canines to 5 pounds

Polyester

6 x 6.9 x 2.4 inches

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Dream Come True

Colin Shea x O/C Corinne MacAdam

Multi-Chapter Story - Complete

Summary: Colin Shea and his band Rock the Cradle are finally making it big - until something unexpected happens. When he meets a girl that makes him reconsider his player ways, he thinks his life may be coming together, until she blows it apart.

Warning: Bad language, smut, suicidal ideations - no one under 18, please

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please do not read if you are underage. I do not own the character of Colin Shea; the rest are my original characters. By reading beyond this point, you understand the disclaimers as posted.