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#i still enjoy dogs and absolutely love the sweet pups i meet but i can only take so much dog energy
angelprinz · 5 months ago
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HEY HEY LAVENN cosmos is here with another delicious piss thirst tehe
TAGS: gn! reader, noncon/rape, piss, public sex, exhibitionism if you look hard, a sprinkle of petplay & edging, usage of petnames (baby, darling, pup, sweetheart, whore)
there's no use in struggling, the corrupted harbinger has already started to take a liking towards you
sweet possessive childe who loves to purposefully show off his baby in public. each stare of lust from every stranger eggs him on sure, but it only fuels his possession even further. after every nuisance battle that he's tasked with on the job you'll be there for him as a stress reliever, ready to get fucked on the go <3 he's a big fan of public sex too. forcing you to grind on him behind screen folders while there's some meeting going on. if he's dissatisfied with your performance he'll force his cock into you :(( the mere feeling of his thick length forcing it's way inside is enough to have a loud moan slip out of you, exactly like he wanted. he doesn't mind that people can hear you, passer-bys potentially knowing that his sweetheart is getting raped in public? oh what a wonderful thought. he won't even get charged if he got caught in the act, the fatui would just cover up for him and he'll carry on with his so called "crime". making love to you in the only way he knows how and the only way that he enjoys it, shouldn't have a penalty right?
speaking of public, a new kink that he recently discovered is piss! specifically, you on all fours wagging your cum filled hole like a dog, making you beg to piss on the floor after hours of making you hold it in. he doesn't even let you piss properly most of the time, he just edges you until you can't take it anymore and start to trickle piss down your already cum stained pants! he swears he could just orgasm right then and there, hell maybe he'll use it as lube before fucking you raw right behind some shady houses. before that though, he enjoys licking the piss off your legs while whispering "good job" or "good pup" to you </3
he also adores using you as a urinal whenever he needs it. say after a dinner date at liyue harbor, he asks you to excuse yourself to the bathroom first so you can strip all of your normal clothes to reveal the slutty lingerie he specially ordered just for you. it barely covers anything, the strings and silky lace holding it together perfectly hugs your frame, making you look even better than the 5 star meal that you had earlier. he thinks its a shame that soon it'll be covered in nothing but his seed and/or urine, yet he still does it every single time because he loves you so very much :(( he wants nothing more than to see his baby absolutely covered in his love.
his piss is clear, slighty warm, and is always accompanied by long groans and strings of "fuck fuck fuck" as you drink it all like a good whore. you've gotten used to the saltiness that the taste is practically imprinted in your system. ah.. a look of endearment and pride is plastered on his face as he looks down at his darling being so obedient, so loyal, and oh so willing to be his little bitch.
from yours truly,
— 🌌 anon ❤︎
a/n: went on a binge read of your other blog and i thought I'd let this out from my stash seeing how much you like our beloved harbringer hehe, hope you enjoy it !!
~(つˆДˆ)つ。♡
WUUUUWUUUUU WUUUUU COSMOS BABY YOU YOU!!!! wahhhhh wahhhh i'm so so spoilt, nonnie's making me teary from love n admiration !!!! MY MY WATERSPORTS HYDRO KING TARTAGLIAAAA !!!! want want his pee sm even if i say no <333
my anonnie luvs give me the yummiest asks EVER !!!! so so many kisses for your lovely writing cosmos, i'm forever indebted to your mind for coming up with this !!!
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mxvladdy · a year ago
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i have an angst request, i guess??
could you imagine the reaction when MC and a brother are cuddling, being real sweet and tender, rubbing sensitive bits of skin ect.
MC stares off for a bit and the brother thinks they’re being nostalgic but when they ask what they’re thinking about 😘 MC just says “oh? i’m just remembering that i’m a potential food source for you guys 🙃“
~My first request! Yay!~
I hope you like it. I just picked just 3 brothers that I thought would be fun. But if you want more lemme know!
Lucifer
Quality time with him is rare. He's a busy demon after all.
But after an unsightly incident a few years back he has been trying to take some time out of the day for himself. It is also the perfect excuse to have some quality time alone with you.
He likes to have you sitting on top of him while he lounges. Your weight and heartbeat were soothing. A living noisemaker.
It has become a routine now. You come and rest with him and enjoy each other's company.
This time you were a little distant. Your eyes constantly track the motions and actions of his mouth. You seem fixated on every little thing he does. From a sip of his drink to the way he scowls while reading the evening news. You’re mesmerized by something.
He takes it as you reliving the taste and feel of his lips on yours. He'd be happy to give you a reenactment. But, when he leans in for a kiss, he senses...fear?
No. Surely you had gotten over that little mortal hurdle. For all things unholy, he hasn't even threatened you in over a year.
He'll pry, demanding a reason for your sudden apprehension. If anything to mask his own fear with righteous indignation.
When you tell him it takes a lot of effort not to laugh. It wasn't a ridiculous notion. He had indulged once or twice in his younger years-not that he would tell you. The thought had crossed his mind not that he would tell you. But really you would have been dog food before he would put any effort into it.
He'll brush your concern off. He has no interest in your flesh in such a rudimentary form. Now that pretty little soul of yours was another matter...
“You seem- distracted.” Lucifer’s purrs against your temple kissing it tenderly. His deep rumble resonates down your spine. “What are you thinking about γλυκιά μου?”  He drags a razor-sharp canine down your neck teasingly. “Something good perhaps?”  
“No, sorry.” You burrow closer to his chest. “Just had a… thought.” Lucifer’s thumb stills, halting the teasing pattern he had been tracing into your thigh. He scowls brushing his nose across the crown of your head. If you were thinking of anything other than him, then he was doing this wrong.
That thought was… offending. He had carved out a spot for you in his already ridiculous schedule, and yet you seemed miles away. Normally these precious moments were spent with you snuggling close loving his undivided attention, and him loving yours in kind.
Tonight your demeanor was so demure. You clung to him as usual, soft lips trailing down his jaw to the little sliver of exposed skin from where he had loosened his tie hours ago. But, it just felt like you were just going through the motions. “Speak.” A request and order in one.
"If given the chance, would you eat me?"
"What?" Lucifer cups the back of your head and pulls you away to make eye contact. "What?" He balks, eyes wide. His expression was completely undignified. That certainly wasn't what he was expecting.
You explain to him about a conversation you had overheard in your early days of the exchange program. For some reason, it just hit you then at the feel of his mouth on you.
"I- hmmm. Personally, I would have fed you to Cerberus. I don't particularly enjoy the taste of human flesh." He settles back into his office chair unfazed. He thought he had something to worry about. "Besides, I have come to find I like you warm and breathing." He pinches your side teasingly ready to get the evening back on track.
"Wait! You thought about it!?" His blasé tone takes you aback.
Lucifer knocks his forehead into yours with a snicker. "Not too hard. Besides you'd probably give my pups indigestion with all the trouble you’ve turned out to be."
Beelzebub
He likes to spend time with you at his favorite cafe. The one with the little tea cakes and great sandwiches.
Normally you will spend a weeknight there studying and munching together. One hand scribbling away in your notebook and the other engulfed in his large hand. By the end of the night though, you always find your legs interwoven with his and his ginger head resting on top of yours.
He is full and happy. So happy in fact, he steals a kiss, and then another.
It’s a good thing he picked a booth in the back so the rest of the cafe can ignore the couple nestled closer and closer in the back. He sneaks a few more peaks in here and there, whispering softly. It was going great until- He hadn’t expected to feel you lock up. Was it something he said?
You’re embarrassed when he pulls away and tries to brush it off. You just got swept up in some thoughts, no biggie.
He won’t pry, he gets it, it happens to him too. But, when you untangle yourself from him he has to know what’s up.
When you tell him he is distraught. Because he 100% has and probably still will eat a person. He might have munched on a witch that had pissed him off just the other day…
What he hates most is he can’t really lie and deny that he hasn’t thought about it.  
“You taste amazing.” His words ghost over your lips as he savors the sweet mix of your coffee and natural flavor. You always taste like spiced oranges and honey when your lips brush. It’s intoxicating. Suddenly the flavor of you changes, a sour note hits his tongue. You go still and look out across the small cafe.“Are you ok?”
You pull away blinking rapidly. “Yeah-sorry.” You chuckle humorlessly. “Just...had a thought.” You try to move back into his arms but he stops you.    
"What's the matter?" He tilts your chin up with a callous finger. You turn your head away and answer. "What?" He could hear you just fine. Superhuman hearing and all, but he just couldn’t comprehend what he heard.
"Do you consider me as a food?" You repeat yourself. "I know demons eat people, and like you've mentioned it before. I guess, I don't know. Shouldn't I be scared?" You've never seen a demon wilt before. Beel recoils and tucks in on himself. His hand flops down to sit on his thigh.
Of Course, he did think about it. Hell’s he had considered it. Aside from being a demon, he was the avatar of gluttony. How many nights had he laid in bed, stomach growling, and your scent filling his nose when you first arrived. Mammon had a work out the first few weeks of school dragging him away from your immediate vicinity. It was fortunate for the both of you that you had bonded so quickly or else he could have ruined everything.
His silence was enough for you to know. "Crazy how things turn out right?" You try to lighten the mood. You stroke his hair gently trying to comfort him. "Sorry, I kinda ruined date night huh?"
"No, no this is good." He chuckles rubbing his neck awkwardly. "Or I mean. We should talk about this. Before Diavolo started working on the exchange program, human souls and flesh were pretty common delicacies." Beel collects his thoughts with a sigh. “The verdict didn’t go over well at first. I wasn’t too happy either if I’m being honest. But, I’m happy he did it in the long run.” He meets your gaze with a warm smile. “You’re the kinda treat I want to enjoy for eternity.”
Asmodeus
A deviant. An absolute terror when it comes to PDA. He doesn’t care if it’s class time. If he wants to be in your lap then that's where he'll be.
He'll nuzzle the crook of your neck whenever he finds his way on to your thighs. He always has a compliment ready for you. New perfume or cologne? Is that shirt the one he bought you? He'll dote on you for hours until you are a blushing mess.
He schedules out movie nights with you. Just the two of you, some good drinks, plenty of pillows, and no bothersome brothers.
The movie he picked tonight was an oldie from the Devildom. He was feeling a little sentimental and thought you would enjoy seeing some culture. You agree, but forget one little thing.
Old Devildom culture was...pretty graphic.
Asmo doesn’t notice how your mind drifted off during the opening act. He is busy creating a new trail of hickies along your shoulder and upper arm around his pact.
He does notice when he hits the sensitive spot of your neck that normally has you squirming but-nothing. Huh? Was he losing his touch? He is usually so aware of his partner's mood. He asks what’s wrong.
Your question comes out of left field. He panics, figuring the movie wasn’t the best for this conversation. He turns it off and gives you his full attention.
Has he eaten a human or two before. Yes, back when he was young and would get swept up in the heat of the moment. Crimson was a lovely color on him.
You try to console him. Really you get it, it was an errant thought. You know he won’t eat you.
Can he still call you a snack tho?
You watch the movie in dead silence. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you figure you should probably be disturbed by what you see on screen. Were you that desensitized? Probably. Should that worry you? Maybe? You try to weigh it out in your hand. The black and white feature flashing across your eyes. You have seen worse in crappy human B rated horror movies. But, those were special effects and pints of red-colored slime and food coloring. You had a nagging suspicion that the scene in front of you was real. You glance down at the slim demon trying to fuse his body into yours. His body flickering in and out of focus in the flickering lights of the movie. You try to focus on him, his warm body nestling closer to you under the blankets. It worked for a moment before another loud roar from the screen dragged your eyes back up.
The contrast between the violence on the projector and the soft innocents of Asmodeus’s lips on the corners of yours was wild. He wasn’t even paying attention to the film. Typical. This was his normal ploy to have you all to himself. It worked though, and you loved it. Oh- You watch with wrapped attention as the human on screen was consumed both body and soul by a horde of demons.
“Is the film more magnetic than me?” Asmodeus pulls away licking his lips. His rose-colored gloss was smeared across his cheek. You shudder blinking past the sudden thought of what that soft red color also looked like.  
"Nah," You huff wrapping your arms around him to press your chest to his. He purrs practically preening from your attention. "Just thinking."
"Oh~" You can feel his playful smile stretching along your hairline. "Care to share." He nips your earlobe.
"I just, humans really are just kinda food to you guys huh?”
You’ve never seen Asmodeus move so fast before in your life. One moment he is doing his best impression of an octopus and the next he is standing several feet away from you, hands raised in a mix of shock and defense. “Where would you-” He trails off hearing the sound of violence and death behind him. “Oh Hells.” He clicks off the projector in a panic. “I am so sorry honey! I did not think that through.”
You laugh awkwardly. “Would this be an inappropriate time to say I would go straight to your thighs?”
Asmodeus snorts in the dark. “Hips more like. You are nothing but sugar and fluff.” He flips the lights back on and he comes back to kneel next to you. He cups your face. “You know I would never do that right? I can’t say I haven’t done it before but I’ve never thought that about you.”
You hum kissing his warm palm. “Should I be offended or thankful?”
He hits you playfully. “That’s not funny!” You laugh taking his light swats, grateful that the mood in the room was already lightning.  
“It is and you know it.” You scoop him back into your lap and snatch the remote up from where he had tossed it. “Come on let’s finish movie night. I’m picking the show this time.”
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villainousshakespeare · a year ago
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Bobby’s Play Date Part 1
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The pandemic is keeping Tom idling in London by himself. One positive is that wearing the mask helps him avoid recognition, allowing him to wander in the park with his dog, Bobby. On one of their walks, Bobby becomes smitten with a dog named Lulu and Tom is equally enchanted by her human. Can the Hiddleston men manage to find a way to see the lovely ladies again?
Tom Hiddleston/OFC
Rated M - Pandemic, Fluff, Quarantine, Masks, Adorable Puppies, Meet Cute, Second Part May (will) Contain Smut
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It was months into the pandemic that had ground the world to a halt. Tom desperately hoped things would go back to normal soon, and that a vaccine would be found to help more people from getting sick and dying. There were, of course, many changes to the world at the moment that Tom was not pleased with. Being unable to work, for instance, or travel to visit his sisters was both frustrating and depressing. One change, however, he had to admit he was not completely adverse to.
Tom loved his fans. They were usually polite, often intelligent, and had donated millions in his name to charities. He often said that he couldn’t consider himself an actor without an audience, and he meant it. It was just that there were times when he wanted to enjoy a little anonymity. Particularly when health advisories suggested a six foot distance between people, Tom was relieved to be able to slip on a plain black mask along with his baseball cap and sunglasses and blend in with the other people wandering about on errands.
He was enjoying just such a stroll now despite the warmth, grateful for the ability to hide in plain sight. Bobby frisked happily on his lead, chasing after imaginary prey as they ambled aimlessly down the winding path. It was a lovely, sunny day, but fear was keeping many people at home and they had the park largely to themselves.
When they reached a bend, Bobby began barking excitedly and pulled Tom along, his human chuckling as he was dragged by his furry companion. The reason for Bobber’s excitement soon became apparent. Sitting on a bench placed beside a scenic little river was a woman in a flowered mask, holding the lead of a small, gold and white shih tzu dog in a ridiculous pink and white checked dress.
Tom had to take a firm hold as Bobby frantically tried to go over and meet the smaller dog, who had begun barking herself as they rounded the bend. Her fluffy head, complete with bow to keep the hair from her eyes, perked up, and she began jumping up and down in a little dance. Bobby calmed down a bit as he felt Tom’s pressure on his lead, but his tongue still lolled out of his mouth in a dopey smile.
“Steady,” Tom commanded, feeling embarrassed as Bobby continued to hover as close as allowed to the silly looking strange dog. “I’m sorry, I promise he is completely friendly.”
“It’s okay, so is she,” the woman replied, smiling with her eyes even though he could not see her mouth behind her mask. “You know, she’s usually quite shy, but she seems to like him! May I pet him?”
“Please, and thanks for asking.”
Letting the lead out a bit, Tom watched as the woman reached down to give Bobby a good pet, complimenting him on being a handsome boy. Her fluff of a pup had advanced timidly, and she and Bobby commenced sniffing and circling each other with obvious enjoyment.
“Wow, I have never seen her respond like that to a strange dog!” the woman laughed.
As she spoke, Bobby rolled onto his back and waved his paws in the air with a complete lack of dignity.
“Safe to say he is rather taken as well,” Tom chuckled. “Absolutely shameless! Mind if I have a seat? It seems a shame to deprive them.”
He gestured to the bench next to hers, wanting to keep a safe distance and indicate he respected her space, and the woman nodded. She was dressed much more simply than her dog, he noticed. Black leggings and long rose colored tee shirt, a pair of keds. Apparently, she got all of her whimsy out on her pup.
“What’s his name?” she asked, watching as the dogs frolicked with each other.
“Bobby,” he supplied. “I’m Tom.”
“I’m Leia, and that ridiculous creature is Lulu.”
“Like the princess?” he couldn’t help but ask with a chuckle.
“General,” she answered without missing a beat. “It’s what happens when you are born during the release of a cultural phenomenon. Pity all of the little girls out there now being named Daenerys or Gamora.”
Tom held his breath for a moment. If she was a Marvel fan, then did he have to worry about her recognizing him? Fortunately, she seemed more interested in the game of tag their companions were playing, and he let himself relax.
“There’s a dog run about half a mile from here,” he suggested after a few minutes of companionable silence. “It’s actually where we were headed.”
“I know, but Lulu is so skittish,” Leia sighed. “She just huddles in a little ball when the bigger dogs come near her.”
“She seems fine with Bobbers.”
“I know! Your adorable boy is some sort of sorcerer! It makes me so happy to see her playing with another dog!”
“I have to ask…”
“The dress?” she guessed; voice wry.
“Yeah.”
“She’s a rescue. When I got her, she was a pathetic, bedraggled little thing that had been there for ages. It was winter, and the first times I took her out I had to put a coat on her. After that, she started equating dressing with going out, and would get so excited every time I took a coat or sweater out for her. When the weather warmed up, I realized that I missed the way she would jump up and literally throw herself into whatever I had picked out for her to wear. It’s completely silly, I know, but it makes her happy, and she just looks so cute!”
Tom’s heart melted a little as he listened to her explain. Yes, the dog looked silly, but it was such a sweet reason that suddenly the little dress transformed into a symbol of kindness rather than an eccentricity.
“She does look adorable,” he said.
A beeping noise had him drawing his phone from his pocked, and he was surprised at the time. He had to get back home soon for a virtual session with his trainer. Oddly, he found himself reluctant to go. It had been so long since he had just spent time with another person, it had felt good just to sit in her presence and relax.
“I’m afraid I have to get going. But Bobby and I usually walk this way around lunch time,” he blurted out, lying through his teeth. “Hopefully we will run into you lovely ladies again. So that the dogs can play.”
He was more grateful for the mask than ever, as it hopefully hid the blush he could feel coloring his face. Once more her vivid eyes sparkled and she stood up too, twisting around with him as they attempted to untangle the leashes.
“I’m sure Lulu would love that!” she told him, picking up the golden dog as she whined and tried to follow after her new friend. “We’ll see you around, Tom. Bobby.”
With a jaunty step he let his long legs take him away, looking forward to tomorrow already.
It rained the next two days. Not just a soft drizzle but am early summer storm that made the idea of a pleasant walk a fantasy. Tom and Bobby both resented the weather, and it was a toss up which of them was more disagreeable as they were forced to stay indoors.
When the sun shone on the third day, Tom immediately cancelled all of his afternoon plans. He had waited patiently, he told himself, he was not going to let this day go to waste. It was for Bobby’s sake, after all. The pup deserved a nice day out after being shut up inside.
They left home mid-morning, Tom unable to sit still any longer. He couldn’t say why exactly he was so keen on meeting Leia and her silly dog again, but he had been able to think of nothing else during his enforced isolation. Perhaps it was simply the novelty of meeting someone new who didn’t instantly faun over him or act nervous and shy. She treated him as though he were just an ordinary guy walking his dog in the park; which of course was what he was!
He arrived at the benches where they had met earlier that week, but they were empty. It was still early, so they made a circuit of the nearby trails. His eyes always alert for their new friends. They passed a few other people walking their pets, but both Tom and Bobby were uninterested beyond a nod hello and brief sniff. The Hiddleston men were both to focused on finding particular companions.
It was, as it had been before, Bobby who first discovered their presence. As they were walking through a more secluded, twisting section of the park, the dog’s ears pricked up and he began barking in excitement. Tail wagging frantically, Bobby yanked on the lead and pulled Tom along behind him as he took off around a curve. A high pitched yip sounded from the direction he headed.
“Well hello there!” Leia greeted him, leaning down to scratch Bobby’s head as he and Lulu danced around each other. “We were hoping to run into you boys again!”
“Eh heh heh,” Tom laughed, dancing around to keep his leash from entangling too badly with hers. “Obviously Bobby here was looking forward to that as well! As was I.”
“Well then, I am so happy you found us.”
He felt absurdly pleased as they fell into step beside each other. The two dogs were happy to walk along, darting back and forth in play as they went.
“Were you going anywhere in particular?” Leia asked casually.
“Oh, just wandering about,” Tom answered, not wanting to admit that they had been on a mission to hunt down the ladies.
“Well then, we can wander together.”
As the dogs played, Tom and Leia chatted happily. He learned that she was an aspiring writer working on edits to her first novel, and a tour guide, specializing in guiding small groups around literary sights in London as a way to earn money.
“Of course, it’s hard to be a tour guide with no tourists,” she sighed. “You would think it would give me more time to write, but its hard to focus. Anyway, I talk too much. What about you?”
“Oh, I’m on furlough,” he shrugged, staying vague. “Just loafing about the house, annoying Bobby. So what is your novel about?”
He managed to direct the conversation back to her, even though she avoided the subject of her book. Instead, she brought up some of the more interesting places she had brought tourists. Tom, a proud Londoner, had been to many of them, and they happily discussed the more interesting locations. She seemed impressed that he had read books by most of the authors they discussed and was quite ready with a line or two from memory. In turn, Tom loved how expressive she became when describing the joy people experienced finding themselves walking in the footsteps of their favorite fictional characters.
By the time Leia announced that she and Lulu needed to head home, (Tom thought he detected regret in her voice) he was surprised to realize that they had been talking for almost two hours. It was the most pleasant afternoon he had passed in some time.
After that, Tom and Bobby spent every afternoon in the park. At first, they managed to “stumble” upon their companions most days. The days they did not were frustrating for both of them and usually ended with them barking at each other. After a few run-ins with Leia and Lulu however, Tom took the plunge and asked if they would like to make their daily meetups official. Leia seemed pleased, but with the caveat that some days she did need to stay home and write when she was struck by the rare inspiration. Tom deflated momentarily, thinking she was looking for an out, until she offered to text him an let him know if they would be absent. He happily gave her his cell phone number and took hers in return, letting her know that she should feel free to text anytime and then feeling like an idiot the minute the words left his mouth.
Over the next two weeks they met all but three days – two because of her writing and one when the skies once more conspired to thwart him. Their conversations ranged from literature to films to favorite places to travel. Leia sometimes teased him about his obvious upper class life style, jetting about to Viet Nam, Hawaii, Australia… but that was the closest his celebrity status ever came to being brought up. He would occasionally feel a stab of guilt over keeping that part of himself from her, it felt dishonest to lie by omission, but he was enjoying being just Tom, and didn’t want to spoil it.
Tom started taking more care in his appearance as the days went on. Gone were the torn running shorts and frayed t-shirts, and in their place were his slim fitting dark jeans and more presentable tops. If those tops also stretched a bit tight across his chest to better show off his muscles, well, he had worked hard enough to achieve them! He made some attempt to style his untamable locks as well, experimenting with different products until he found something that made the curls less crunchy. If he was remembering Leia’s off hand comment about how she liked his natural curls no one else needed to know that.
On the one month anniversary of meeting them in the park, Tom paced nervously back and forth near their favorite bench as he waited for them to arrive. He had a proposition for Leia and hoped desperately that she would say yes. When Bobby started frisking about he knew that he would see her walking Lulu, and spun around to see her come towards them.
“Sorry I’m late!” she smiled with her eyes. “This one managed to hide my house keys, and it took half an hour to track them down to her stash under the sofa.”
Lulu looked unrepentant as she pranced around Bobby, and Tom chuckled good naturedly. He gestured to the bench and sat after Leia, leaning back and stretching out his legs.
“No worries, honestly,” he assured her. “I am just delighted you are here now.”
“You are the perfect gentleman.”
“All lies, I assure you,” he waited for a moment, wanting to sound casual, and then launched into it unable to delay any longer. “I was wondering… The park is lovely, of course, but I thought it might be nice – for Lulu and Bobby – if they had a bit more freedom to run about. Lulu being afraid of the dog run, she has no opportunity to be off leash, and that can’t be too fun for our furry companions.”
“They seem to be having a good time to me,” Leia laughed, looking at where the dogs were investigating a small pile of leaves by the side of the trail. “But what did you have in mind?”
“Well, you see, our house has an enclosed back yard. Not huge, mind you, but large enough they would be able to chase to their hearts content without fearing larger beasts. I thought that perhaps you and Lulu might want to come over this Friday evening for dinner. There’s a testing sight not far from here. We could each get swabbed to make sure we are uncontagious. My bubble is only my Mum and Bobbers, and from what you’ve told me yours isn’t much bigger. It should be reasonably safe for you to come. I could make us dinner, and we could eat outside. If you would be comfortable with it, that is.”
He tried to look calm, but inside Tom was a riot of nerves as he waited for her answer. Leia’s brow crinkled in thought, and she glanced again to where the dogs were once more hopping back  and forth across the path.
“I can’t do Friday,” she told him, and his heart fell.
“Oh, alright then. It was just an idea.”
“Friday is my virtual book club,” she went on, talking over him. “Would Saturday work?”
“Saturday would be perfect!” he beamed.
“Great! I’ll go to the clinic for a test tomorrow then. Would you like me to bring anything?”
“Just Lulu and a healthy appetite.”
“Excellent! Now what do you say we walk over to the little waterfall?”
Tom practically floated through the rest of their walk. He had enjoyed getting to know her so much, but he wanted to spend more than an hour or two at a time with her. Dinner would give them a chance to really relax. Plus, he was dying to see her mouth. After a month of imagining her smile he wanted to know if what he had in his mind was anywhere close to reality. She would see his full face too, but if she hadn’t recognized him by now it was doubtful she would from the lower half of his face.
His confidence dipped a bit when they returned home. Looking around, Tom began to panic. Between photos of him in his full Loki regalia to a group picture with the cast of Skull island, there were far too many give aways of his fame. She might not recognize him, but you would have to like on another planet not to know who Sam Jackson was!
Tom spent the next few days rearranging his home. His awards, normally discreetly placed in a cabinet in his living room on the insistence of his mother, were moved to a back shelf in his office closet. The set photos from a decade plus of filming were shoved under his bed and various pieces of memorabilia were secreted away in the spare bedroom. By the time he was done his guilt had increased but he was fairly confident that all trace of his career had been tucked away safely.
“Well, Bobbers, let’s hope we don’t blow this,” he sighed, adjusting the bandana he had bought to go around the dog’s neck. Bobby whined slightly and Tom grinned. “None of that, you want to look good for your date. She has a fondness for clothing, after all.”
Bobby gave him a look that said he clearly knew Lulu was not the one Tom was trying to impress with his new fashion statement, but Tom cheerfully ignored it. Tonight was going to be a wonderful night.
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noname-friend · a year ago
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NCT Hybrid Au?
I dunno just felt like sharing what animals i think each member would be lol 
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Taeyong: (Grey) Wolf
-a pack animal, feels most safe surrounded by others
-playful yet protective
-probably the best at maintaining animalistic behaviors
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Taeil: Koala 
-loves a good snuggle 
-can’t find him? Then he’s taking a nice nap in a tree probably
-doesn’t play much, usually too tired
-earned the nickname “old bear” because of that lol 
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Johnny: (White) Bengal Tiger
-how beautiful is he
-always turning heads
-rather large in both human and tiger form
-just kitty that likes some pets though
-give him a nice spot in the sun and he’s content
-does like a good jog or game as well
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Yuta: (Ussuri) Bear
-Absolutely intimating upon first meetings
-even when he smiles, sometimes those large canines scare people
-really sweet and fun!
-truly a healing lad
-loves to give some bear hugs
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Kun: Lion
-Another natural pack/pride animal
-enjoys leading
-always looks his best
-do not touch the mane 
-chooses to watch rather than join
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Doyoung: (Amur) Leopard or (New Zealand) Rabbit
-can’t decide to be basic or basic lmao
-He can be feisty like a rabbit
-but also seems to like to be alone like leopards
-either way he packs a punch (kick or bite lol)
-fast runner and good hider
-if he doesn’t want to be found you won’t find hiim
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Ten: Kangaroo Mouse- 
-I know I know, weird choice lol
-but these little lads are good runners and jumpers
-fast and small, like ten-
-sometimes sings in the middle of the night
-can’t help it, just an animal behavior 
-no pets
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Jaehyun: (Arctic) Wolf
-piercing eyes like no ones business
-not so much a leader as a fighter
-strong, loves to spar with Johnny
-happy growls 
-likes pup/cubs/babies in general
-like his tail will wag every time 
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Winwin: Red Panda
-intimidation: -10
-pretty shy
-his tail is long than his body, which he’ll wrap himself in
-adored by everyone in the house
-might hide behind Jaehyun or Kun 
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Jungwoo: (Border Collie) Dog
-cuddles cuddles cuddles
-be his friend pls <3
-people pleaser
-loves to be a companion even if it’s just vibing on the couch
-absolutely loves pets and praise
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Lucas: Jaguar 
-beautiful and illusive
-be weary- he’s a pouncer
-despite being a big cat, likes to lay on laps so he might crush you
-it’s ok the big smile he gives you is worth it
-loves to play with Jungwoo in the yardd 
-might play a little too rough with the smaller hybrids
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Mark: Cheetah 
-I couldn’t help myself
-easy to get to purr (fun fact: cheetahs purr :D)
-genuinely thought Johnny was just an albino cheetah so he wanted to get close to him
-eventually realized he was not but they still got close!
-often wrestles with Lucas for fun 
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Xiaojun: 
-come back to 
-head empty
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Hendery: (Bengal) Cat 
-This guy really stumped everyone when he joined the house
-thought he was a jaguar cub, Lucas wasn’t too happy about that
-it’s ok he’s a domestic house-cat so no issue
-Very pretty though, in both forms he’ll turn heads
-very playful but also kinda shy
-usually sticks to others he’s comfortable with
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Renjun: (Fennec) Fox
-So soft and small and cute
-Not so cuddly
-Likes to steal socks just to be a nuisance 
-very slippery as in it’s hard to catch him without just full on tackling him
-even then he might manage to get away
-has a cute little butterfly-like marking on his fox form nose
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Jeno: (Samoyed) Dog
-Full of energy and smiles
-Yet also strangely chill
-good vibes all around
-part of the workout squad of hybrids
-also probably the smallest in that group, he keeps up though
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Haechan: Puduu
-How can I not make him a Pudu? It suits him so well-
-If not a Pudu, a Grizzly Bear
-Him and Yuta would have some good ol bear matches in that case
- Either way, he loves berries, wild berries are just so sweet and good
-Kinda knows which berries are poisonous- sometimes
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Jaemin: Caracal
-Caracal are one of those big cats that get along greet with doggos 
-would you happen to know his best friend is Jeno the doge?
-in his human form, he seems like he’d be a rather big cat
-in his caracal form, he’s rather small (smaller than cheetahs)
-chilled and love to daydream
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Yangyang: Ram
-ah be careful, he likes to headbutt
-no one else has the head strength or durability to headbutt him back 
-usually a game of runaway from yangyang then 
-sometimes the cats will give him a nice headbutt+nuzzle which is much gentler but he appreciates it anyways
-Maybe when Sungchan’s horns grow in he’ll want to 
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Shotaro: Bobcat 
-would never imagine he was a predator
-nevermind a big cat and not a little domestic cat
-well he’s not a big big cat but still
-good climber
-does play like a house cat often though
-he likes the little sting toys lol
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Sungchan: ( Caribou?) Deer 
-big beautiful eyes like galaxies
-does get seasonal horns, he’s not full grown so they’re not full size nor hardness yet
-spooked rather easily
-though he’s pretty huge, the predators can overwhelm him often
-no fault of theirs, just an animal behavior
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Chenle: Panda
-snacks all day
-usually lounging with Taeil 
-comfy life 
-most expensive - in sense of food
-usually inside playing video games though
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Jisung: Hamster
-absolutely stuffs his cheeks when eating
-just a habit he can’t break
-him and Doyoung(bunny) share snacks all the time
-thinks it’s fun to scare the members 
-but also gets scared easily
-because prey intsincts
-burrows sometimes, usually clothes and blankets usually
Yoo i figured out how to fit them all on 1 post! Nice! These are fun to do lol Let me know some suggestions for things I should write!
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jeonsjiddies · a year ago
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you found me | myg (m)
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⏤  Pairing: Yoongi x reader ⏤  Genre: smut, fluff ⏤  Word Count: 5.5k ⏤  Warnings: dirty talk, unprotected sex, cream pie, oral (m recieving), nightmare, 
⏤  Summary: When you found a fluffy dog during your evening outing, you didn’t realize you’d also be finding the love of your life.
- for the yoongi to my jimin @sugaflake​ and special thanks to @excusemin​ for beta-reading!
Part of my Milestone Celebration Event! Check out the other fics here.
Holly had been gone for days and Yoongi... was not okay. He’d scoured the city, put up posters, called every animal shelter and pound within a fifty mile radius. To put it simply, Yoongi was losing his damn mind. If only that stupid wild rabbit hadn’t hopped across the lawn when Yoongi had let Holly out to go to the bathroom, none of this would’ve happened. Holly usually didn’t require a leash just to use the restroom so Yoongi hadn’t been worried when he’d let him out.
He should’ve been more aware of his surroundings, because Holly’s ears had perked up, his whole body going still before he darted off, chasing the rabbit. Yoongi had tried to run after him but had quickly lost sight of him, and it didn’t help that the sun had been setting when he’d let him out and the dark chill of the night had already taken over the warm summer breeze. 
Yoongi walked the streets for hours, calling out Holly’s name with a flashlight in hand. He brought the pup’s favorite treats, favorite toy, trying to lure him out had he been hiding somewhere, but his beloved pet was nowhere to be found. Yoongi was gutted, wondering if someone had abducted Holly, if he’d been run over, if something terrible had happened to him. What if he’d fallen down the draining system and was stuck, cold and scared and alone?
Yoongi didn’t sleep that night, or the nights thereafter, laying awake and constantly checking the local Facebook community pages, the lost pet websites, and the animal shelter sites, hoping for any sign of his baby, but it seemed like any attempt at a reunion was slowly becoming futile. Running out of ideas after searching the same empty streets for the 100th time, Yoongi felt hopeless.
He drowned his sorrows in a bottle of whiskey and far too much takeout for one person, his eyes traveling over to Holly’s dog bed, his favorite toy laying untouched inside of it. His eyes drifted to the many pictures of Holly he had framed around his apartment. Yoongi hung his head, feeling like he’d lost a piece of himself and feeling useless for being unable to bring Holly home. He sighed with a shaky exhale, willing the tears not to fall. That was when his doorbell rang.
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You sat at a cute little café, enjoying the cool evening air and watching the sun slowly dip down into the horizon while you nibbled on your food halfheartedly. You weren’t hungry, but you weren’t ready to go home to your quiet, empty apartment. Your roommate and best friend had just moved out, opting to move in with her boyfriend instead, and you didn’t know how to handle the silence with her gone. You’d tried inviting a few friends to dinner, but everyone had been busy, so you sat alone on the patio of the small café with your sandwich, watching the birds.
Your pleasant thoughts were interrupted when you felt something press against your leg, and looked down to see a small, brown, fluffy dog had hopped up, pressing his tiny little paws into your skin. He whimpered pathetically, giving you his best puppy eyes and licked his lips, his eyes darting to your food. His tail wagged as you picked him up and sat him in your lap, even though he was dirty, his fur beginning to mat in a few places and he was covered in dried mud.
“Omg, hi little guy!” you cooed.
The small dog panted, his tongue sticking out and he seemed thirsty so you poured some of your water into your hand and allowed him to lap it up, then gave him a bite of your grilled chicken sandwich. He seemed to inhale the small taste of chicken, then sniffed at your plate. You just scooted it closer to the edge and let him have it. You scratched his head affectionately while he ate, then found under his fluffy fur was a collar, stating his name was Holly.
You giggled at the name, thinking it was cute for a boy dog, and you were glad he had a home, if not a little disappointed. You were more than willing to take the sweet pup in, especially after he’d finished eating and licked your cheek in a thank you and cuddled up in your lap. You absentmindedly stroked his back while you looked up the address on his collar. It wasn’t far. You decided you’d walk him there, his owner was probably missing him.
You dialed the number listed on the collar to alert the owner you were on the way, but it immediately went to voicemail and you ended the call with a frown. Sighing, you stood, leaving money for the food and tip, then carried Holly down the sidewalk, using your phone to navigate you. 
Holly didn’t squirm or try to leave your grip, he was simply along for the ride, panting heavily and sniffing the air as you walked, nearing a large apartment complex with a minimalistic design that looked very fancy. You entered the front door and took the elevator to the third floor, locating apartment 3C, and knocking gently.
You heard some clattering and some grumbling before the door swung open, revealing a blonde man in sweatpants, a scowl resting on his (quite attractive) face until he looked up and saw Holly.
“HOLLY!” he screamed, grabbing the dog from you and hugging him tightly, pressing kisses all over his face while Holly barked and wagged his tail excitedly, wiggling in the man’s arms and attempting to lick his face.
“Oh my god you’re okay! Where were you?! I was going crazy, I looked everywhere!” he whined, holding the dog up to his face as if he could give him any real answers, then held him close to his chest and hugged him.
Your quiet giggle seemed to remind him that you were there and his eyes darted over to you and he engulfed you in a hug as well, Holly pressed between your chests as he held you against him. Even with Holly inbetween you, you could feel the man’s body heat and his hips pressing against yours, and sparks shot clear to your fingertips.
“Thank you so much! Oh my gosh. I have missed him so much.”
“He is a very good boy, I can see why you missed him,” you smiled after taking a step back from him, attempting to put distance between you and clear up your foggy mind.
“Oh, the reward! You probably want the reward,” he spoke more to himself than you as he looked around for something.
“Reward? No. I just wanted to return your dog,” you shrugged.
“You don’t want the reward?”
“No.”
“Then how can I repay you?”
“You don’t have to?”
He stopped searching, turning to look at you, confusion written all over his face, Holly held in his tight grip.
“You don’t want anything?”
“No?”
“Well… would you at least stay for dinner? I would really like to thank you somehow and I ordered way too much Chinese takeout to drown my sorrows,” he chuckled, scratching the back of his neck.
 “What did you order?” you peeked past him, your stomach growling at the smell.
“General Tso’s and Chicken Chow Mein,” he offered sheepishly.
“Oh that sounds so good, since someone,” you sent the dog a pointed look with a smile, “ate my chicken sandwich.”
“I’m so sorry!” Yoongi immediately apologized.
“Oh no, I gave it to him of my own free will,” you smiled reassuringly.
“Well I definitely owe you dinner now. Please, have a seat. Would you like something to drink?”
Yoongi set Holly down, gently patting his head before walking over to wash his hands and open the fridge, pulling out a water once you’d requested one, and walking over to you. He sat beside you on his plush couch, offering you some chopsticks and letting you pick your entrée. 
“Thank you for dinner… what’s your name?” 
You glanced over at the attractive man to your right, his ears turning pink at the tips.
“Oh I’m sorry, I’m Yoongi, it’s nice to meet you,” he extended his hand out and you took it in yours, that same zing of electricity shooting through your body, and you struggled to suppress the shiver.
“Nice to meet you Yoongi, I am Y/N.”
“Thank you so much for bringing Holly home, I was going insane without him. I thought he was gone forever…” Yoongi trailed off with a sigh, “you don’t know how thankful I am for you.”
“It was my pleasure, I even got free food,” you joked, sticking your tongue out.
Yoongi seemed to relax then, laughing along with you as the two of you ate and talked.  He was actually super funny and smart, telling you all about his life, his passions, and listening when you spoke. Yoongi told you he liked to rap and produce music, and had even let you listen to a couple of his songs. They were absolutely fantastic. He was extremely talented and you had no qualms with letting him know that, enjoying the way he’d look down with his hand on the back of his neck, tips of his ears tinted pink as he mumbled his gratitude.
You found him endearing, slowly being less intimidated (though not less affected) by his gorgeous appearance, since he was so humble and approachable once you got past his steely (gorgeous) face. Holly had taken it upon himself to snuggle in between the two of you, nestled up against your thighs and using both of you for warmth. You smiled fondly, reaching down to stroke his fur at the same time Yoongi had, your hands brushing and both of you pulling away quickly, heat rising to your cheeks. You glanced away and looked up at the clock, noticing it had been hours, though it had only felt like a few minutes.
“Oh wow, it’s getting late,” you slowly stood from the couch, your gaze shifting to Yoongi, “I should probably head home. Thank you for dinner.” 
“Yeah, I should probably give this one a bath. Thank you so much for bringing him home.” 
“Of course. I’ll see you later?” 
You bit your lip and prayed you didn’t sound as hopeful and needy as you felt. You wanted to see Yoongi again. You wanted to see his cute, gummy smile, hear his melodic laugh. You liked the way you felt around Yoongi, warm and free. Yoongi nodded enthusiastically, fishing his phone from his pocket and handing it over to you. Your fingers brushed as you took it, an involuntary shiver running down your spine before you typed in your contact information and bid him a goodnight, giving Holly one last head pat before you left.
Once you’d arrived home and changed into your pajamas, you laid in your bed, a heavy sigh leaving your lips. You leaned over and checked your phone, seeing a text from an unsaved number.
Unknown [9:04pm]: Hope you made it home safe?
You smiled to yourself, saving Yoongi’s number before replying.
You [9:18pm] I did, thank you for checking.
Yoongi [9:20pm] Good. I’m glad. Sweet dreams, Y/N. 
You definitely had sweet dreams, filled with the sweetest smile and the most musical laugh you’d ever heard
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Months went by and Yoongi had slowly become your best friend. You’d begun hanging out sporadically, but the more you got to know each other, the more time you spent together, (and the more the butterflies in your stomach began to swirl around any time the man smiled your way), until you were at Yoongi’s apartment more often than your own. You’d even left a toothbrush and a change of clothes there, as the two of you often got distracted and didn’t notice the time, having too much fun together, and Yoongi would encourage you to just sleep on the couch. 
You’d spend those nights with Holly cuddled up to your side, keeping you warm while you talked and joked with Yoongi about anything and nothing at all, which only served for your heart to continue to constrict from how deeply you had begun to feel for the sweet man.
As per usual, Yoongi was participating in some playful banter with you whilst the two of you continued to ignore the serial killer documentary you’d put on.
“I swear, that’s what I always called them growing up!” 
“Y/N, I have literally never heard that before in my entire life. Never in my 28 years of existing have I heard someone call a walk-in clinic a doc in a box,” Yoongi scoffed incredulously. 
“Well, that’s what my mom called them, what my grandma called them. Doc in a box, stop and rob, hairdryer cops-”
“What the fuck is a hairdryer cop?!”
“You know, the ones on the motorcycles? Their helmets look like the hairdryer caps at the salon!”
Yoongi leaned forward, placing the back of his hand on your forehead with a concerned look in his eyes.
“Are you sick? Do you have a fever? You’re clearly hallucinating.”
“Oh fuck off, Min. You’re just jealous you didn’t get to call gas stations stop and robs,” you huffed, shoving him away from irritation and also to put some distance between the beautiful man and your racing heart.
“Why would I ever want to?”
“Don’t be so mainstream, Yoongi,” you teased with a wink, causing him to roll his eyes and catch sight of the clock on the wall.
“Oh crap, it’s midnight,” Yoongi gasped.
“Ugh, I have work tomorrow,” you whined.
“Stay here tonight, I’ll drive you in the morning,” he shrugged.
You leaned over and wrapped your arms around him, knocking him off balance and sending him backwards on the couch, and squished his cheeks between your hands.
“Thank you, you’re the best!”
“Yeah, yeah, now get off me,” he playfully shoved you away and stood, fixing his sweater.
“Goodnight, Yoongiiiiiiiii.” 
“Goodnight, pain in my rear,” he winked at your feigned offense before walking down the hallway to his bedroom.
You snuggled up to Holly on the couch, listening to the soft whir of the air conditioner, and slowly fell asleep, warm and content. That was… until the nightmare started. 
You walked into Yoongi’s apartment uninvited, as usual, having become so accustomed to being there that you didn’t even knock anymore. You had his favorite pizza in hand as you leaned down to pet Holly, who let out a hostile growl when you got too close, baring his teeth and backing away from you. You watched him quizzically, wondering why the typically affectionate animal had become so angry.
You shrugged it off and set the pizza down on the counter, walking down the hall towards Yoongi’s bedroom and giving a quick courtesy knock before entering. You stopped dead in your tracks when your eyes landed on Yoongi’s bare backside as he pistoned his hips in and out of some woman you’d never seen before, her high pitched moans so loud you wondered how you hadn’t heard them before you entered.
You tried to shut the door before they saw you but Yoongi whipped around, fire in his eyes that were directed right at you, making you feel about two inches tall. You apologized profusely, backing up with your hands in the air before shutting the door and bolting down the hallway, attempting to flee his apartment as quickly as possible. Holly darted out in front of you, barking ferociously as though you were some sort of threat, an intruder.
“What the hell, Y/N?! Why would you come barging into my house like that?”
“I… I’m sorry, I didn’t know. I thought we could do pizza night like usual, I didn’t know you had company,” you floundered, stumbling over your words as Yoongi glared at you from his space by the couch, his shorts haphazardly thrown on his body.
“You don’t fucking live here, you’re not my girlfriend, you’re nothing to me! I’m so sick of you coming around whenever you feel like it. Thanks for bringing my dog home, but he’s safe now. I don’t need you anymore,” Yoongi seethed, getting right up in your face.
“But… but you’re my best friend…” you whimpered.
Yoongi let out a harsh, condescending laugh.
“Best friend?! You’re not my best friend, you're nothing. I was bored and you were there, but now I don’t need entertainment. You can go. For good.”
“Yoongi…”
“You’re so fucking pathetic. Can’t you just leave? I don’t want you here,” he hissed, pointing towards the door, “get the fuck out.”
“Yoongi, please-”
“Just stay away from me, you freak!”
You woke up gasping for air and clutched Holly close to your chest, him giving a quiet, frightened yip at your unexpected action. You stroked his head softly, your whole body shivering as you tried your best to shake off the fear that seemed to chill you straight through to your bones. You took deep breaths, turned the light on, and drank a glass of water but nothing was putting you at ease. 
You glanced down the hallway towards Yoongi’s room, wondering if he’d be annoyed if you woke him up. You slowly tip-toed your way towards his bedroom door and cracked it open slowly, attempting to make minimal amounts of noise. The light from the hallway barely illuminated the room but it was enough for you to see Yoongi’s sleeping form, his mouth hanging open ever so slightly. You smiled to yourself. 
You didn’t want to disturb him, and you wanted to go back to the couch, you really did. But you just couldn’t shake the images of the fire in his eyes. You needed to know Yoongi was okay, that he didn’t really hate you. You snuck into the room, sitting gently on the edge of Yoongi’s bed. You watched his chest rise and fall for a moment, your gaze shifting to his serene face.
Before you could think better of it, you reached out and gently stroked the side of his cheek, letting the tip of your finger run along his smooth skin and feel its warmth. Yoongi’s eyelashes fluttered, but he didn’t move. Still, you froze, waiting for him to settle before you continued. You brushed his hair out of his eyes gently, and nearly screamed when a hand softly wrapped around your own. You glanced down and saw Yoongi’s eyes open, though fluttering with the strain to remain that way.
“Y/N?” he asked groggily.
“Hey, sorry, I uh… couldn’t sleep,” you trailed off, looking away and willing your voice not to crack.
But it did. Yoongi slowly shuffled into a sitting position, rubbing his eyes with the backs of his fists before placing his attention on you. He watched the way your shoulders slumped and you avoided eye contact, taking slow, shaky breaths.
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s stupid,” you sighed, twirling your fingers around each other.
“It’s not if it’s got you this worked up. Come on, talk to me,” he urged, placing a hand on your back and rubbing soothing patterns.
You could feel the warmth of his skin soaking through your shirt and your body relaxed from the slightest touch from him. You sighed and turned to face him, biting your lip nervously.
“I had a dream that you… that something really bad… and I just… I tried not to be a baby about it, I mean I’m not a child, I can handle a bad dream, but it just felt so real and I…” you choked on your words, a single tear slipping from your burning eyes.
Yoongi pulled you into his body wordlessly, allowing you to fall apart on his shoulder. He held you close, though that was seemingly unnecessary given the way you were clinging onto him for dear life, as though he’d disappear if you let go.You were certain that if either of you pulled away, for even a moment, that you would fall apart and be nothing but debris stuck in the carpet of Yoongi’s bedroom.
Yoongi let you cry, slowly rocking your body back and forth along with his to soothe you, rubbing gentle shapes into your back, stroking your hair, and humming softly until you went lax in his hold, your body weight pressing into his chest. Your deep, even breathing told him you’d fallen asleep, likely exhausted from the toll your emotional breakdown had taken on your body. Yoongi slowly maneuvered you so that you were laying beside him, careful not to wake you. He wrapped an arm around your middle, pulling you flush against him, if only to make you feel safe. At least, that's what he told himself.
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Waking up without Holly tucked into your arms felt strange, but waking up next to Yoongi felt… right. Yoongi still had an arm wrapped around you, and you were snuggled into his warm chest. You felt safe, happy. You sighed with content and flipped over before you snuggled closer to him, your head resting against his chest. Yoongi groaned sleepily, turning onto his back and pulling you with him so that you could lay on his chest more comfortably.
Yoongi didn’t open his eyes, but his voice came out low and a little rough and entirely too enticing when he asked you, “How are you feeling?” 
“Better, thank you. I’m sorry about last night, I don’t know what came over me,” you sighed, fiddling with a stray thread on his shirt.
“Don’t apologize, you were scared and needed comfort. There’s nothing wrong with that. I will always keep you safe, Y/N. Now that you’re awake and calm… do you want to talk about it? You seemed really upset.”
You sighed, sitting up and facing Yoongi, who also sat up, his eyes meeting yours with a soft look, quiet and patient, waiting for you to speak.
“I just… I had this terrifying dream that something awful had happened to you and it felt so real.. And I just couldn’t stop picturing it, losing you, and I can’t lose you, Yoongi. You’re my best friend, my rock, you’re everything to me. You are where I go when I’m sad, when I’m scared, when I’m happy. You’re my favorite person in the entire world and I can’t imagine a world without you in it. I don’t want to imagine a world without you in it, and I don’t think I could survive one. I just…” you trailed off with a sigh, hanging your head and willing the tears forming not to fall.
“You’re always there, to comfort me, to celebrate with me, and I love doing those things for you too. I guess it just smacked me in the face with how important you really are to me and how much I appreciate you and need you in my life.”
Yoongi’s face softened even more at your words, and he reached out to wipe away the stray tear that had escaped your watering eyes.
“I promise, I’m not going anywhere. You can’t get rid of me that easily,” he grinned when you giggled at his attempt at a joke, “and I feel the same way. I’m so glad you’re in my life, Y/N. You’re the best friend I could’ve ever asked for. I didn’t realize there was a missing piece in my life until you showed up. You didn’t just find Holly that day, you found me too. I didn’t even know I was lost.”
You were at a loss for words, watching Yoongi’s eyes swim with an emotion you couldn’t name, neither of you daring to look away, seemingly caught in a trace, bound by the spell of each other’s presence. Without realizing it, or maybe it was subconscious, you’d both begun to lean closer like magnets. Your souls drawn to each other, no longer able to fight the connection, the pull to be closer. 
Yoongi’s eyes flickered to your lips in a silent plea for permission, and you gave the faintest of nods, closing the gap yourself and pressing your lips to his in a soft, tentative kiss. His soft, sweet lips pressed against your own felt like coming home, and you couldn’t get enough. You shifted closer, putting more pressure on the kiss and Yoongi wrapped his arms around your torso, pulling you into his lap.
The kiss deepened, the two of you working together to explore each other, hands roaming, tongues dancing, hearts beating in sync. You pulled away, barely a hair away and rested your forehead on his, your breathing shallow and labored.
“I love you,” he whispered, “I think I have loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you. You are so beautiful, so kind, so perfect.”
“I love you too, Yoongi. So, so much.” 
Yoongi’s smile could’ve lit up the entire sky, his eyes shone with so much joy and adoration that you almost wanted to be sick, in the best way. Yoongi ran tender fingertips up and down the expanse of your arm slowly, his eyes locked on yours, your breaths mingling as neither of you moved away. You were certain if you put any space between the two of you that you would simply melt into a pile of goo on his plush carpet. 
The silence was comfortable, safe. Being in Yoongi’s arms was like coming home from war, finally feeling peace wash through your body as you spot your safe haven on the horizon after being gone for so long, constantly searching for a place to belong. You belonged with Yoongi, tucked up in his tiny apartment with his arms wrapped securely around you while you watched the sun begin to filter through the curtains covering the windows.
“Yoongi?”
“Hmmm?” 
You leaned in again, capturing his lips in another kiss, this one slightly more urgent. You worked your lips against his own, letting your tongue roam his mouth, and pressing your body closer to his. You wanted him. You wanted to show him how much you loved him. How much you craved him. Your fingers danced up his shirt, feeling his warm skin against your palms, and you lifted the hem just a bit, just enough to get your point across, sending a questioning look his way.
Yoongi assisted you in removing his shirt, tossing it carelessly aside while your eyes raked over his newly exposed flesh. Of course you’d seen him shirtless before, but not like this. Not for your eyes alone. Your lips attached themselves to Yoongi’s neck, kissing your way down and along his collarbone. You gently pressed him into the mattress, hovering above him and allowing your lips to travel farther down, ghosting across his pert nipples as you continued your journey. 
Yoongi sucked in a shaky breath that had you smiling to yourself, a feeling of victory washing over you, especially once you reached the hem of his sweats, your lips and tongue dancing along the skin just above them. Yoongi groaned, squirming underneath your teasing. You looked up at him, finger tucked under the waistband as you waited for his permission.
“Are you sure about this, Y/N? We don’t have to do anything if you’re not ready-”
“I want this. I want you. If you want me,” you bit your lip in an attempt to hide your nerves.
“I want you. So badly.”
Your heart soared at the confession, and you swiftly freed him of his sweats and boxers, letting his thick, leaking member to spring free of its confines. Your mouth watered at the sight of his swollen head, and you leaned down to lick the precum free of it, causing a strangled noise to erupt from Yoongi. The sound was music to your ears, sending electricity straight down to your core, enticing you to take Yoongi’s length into your warm mouth.
Yoongi threw his head back when you wrapped your lips around his member, slowly pushing your head down to take more of him into your wet warmth. Your name tumbled from his lips in soft whimpers, almost like a prayer. You worked your mouth along his cock, twirling your tongue around the tip each time you moved your head back, attempting to take him deeper each time until his head hit the back of your throat, making sure to hollow your cheeks while you sucked the life out of the man falling apart beneath you.
Yoongi was almost embarrassed how quickly he reached his high under your ministrations, your skillful mouth and tongue bringing him close to the edge in nearly record time. The fact that he hadn’t had sex since he’d met you probably played a role in it, not interested in anyone but you since he saw your kind eyes and bright smile.  
“Y/N...close,” he groaned out.
You kept working his length, reaching up to cup his balls and massage them gently, and that sent Yoongi over the edge, shooting hot ropes of cum down your throat with a cry of your name, and you swallowed every last drop he gave you before climbing back up his body and pressing a kiss to his lips, parted with his shuddering breaths.
“Holy shit,” he managed to say between his panting, “that was amazing.”
“Mmm.. I’m glad you liked it,” you giggled, trailing your nail gently over his chest, grazing his nipple once more, causing him to shiver.
“Allow me to repay the favor,” he smirked, flipping you over so you were now on your back.
“As lovely as that sounds, I really just want you to fuck me.”
“Don’t I need to prep you first, baby?”
“Mmm.. no. I’m ready. I’m so wet for you, want you so bad, Yoongi...” you trailed off, biting your lip seductively and leading his hand down to your core to feel the juices flowing there.
“Fuck, baby, you’re soaked,” he whispered in awe.
“For you. Please, Yoongi.”
Yoongi wasted no more time, dexterous fingers ridding you of all clothing as quickly as he could, his naked body hovering over yours once more, skin to skin as he began to kiss along the swell of your breasts before taking a pebbled bud into his mouth, sucking gently and barely scraping his teeth along it while rolling the other between his thumb and forefinger. Your desperate whimpers fueled him on as he lined his member up with your core, giving you one last questioning look, but sliding inside your drenched heat when you sent him a reassuring smile, nodding slightly while tangling your fingers in his bed-head. 
Yoongi’s cock had felt large in your mouth, but you were in no way prepared for the delicious sting it would bring upon stretching out your walls, filling you up so perfectly that you swore you might actually faint. Yoongi let you adjust to his size before he started moving, pulling out until just the tip rest inside your inviting hole before plunging back in and building up a rhythm. 
“I’ve thought about this so many times,” Yoongi grunted as he worked his shaft in and out of your pussy, hitting all the right spots every time. 
“Me too,” you admitted breathlessly, clawing at his back to try and ground yourself, “love you Yoongi.”
“I love you, baby girl, so so much.”
A few more deep, precise thrusts had you digging your nails into the skin of his shoulder blades, clinging to him as though you’d float away if you didn’t.
“Yoongi!” you moaned, back arching up and your chest meeting his.
“Close, baby? You gonna cum for me? Let go for me,” he encouraged, coaxing you off the edge with a softly spoken “come on, be my good girl.”
You climaxed with a cry of his name, clutching onto his quivering body as he came with you, painting your walls white with warm spurts of cum, filling you up again in a different, but oh so wonderful way. Your body shook as you came down from your high, hiding your face in the crook of Yoongi’s neck as he held you close.
Moments passed in a comfortable silence before Yoongi forced himself to part from you, watching with rapt attention as his seed seeped from your battered hole when he pulled his softening member out. He licked his lips at the sight, before picking you up bridal style in his arms, ignoring your shriek of surprise. 
“Where are we going?” you asked, wrapping your arms lazily around his neck and snuggling into his embrace.
“We’re going to run a bath, get you all cleaned up. You do have work today, remember?”
“Oh. Ugh.”
“You know… you could… just call in… spend the day in bed with me…”
“Mmm.. that sounds amazing.” 
You called into work, using one of your personal days and took a relaxing bath tucked into Yoongi’s embrace while he tenderly ran the loofah along your back and arms, and possibly across some more erogenous zones a few times as well, which earned him a halfhearted swat from you. After drying off and putting on one of his larger t shirts, you spent the day snuggled up on the couch with Yoongi and Holly, watching movies, eating snacks, and basking in the beginning of forever with your best friend.
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honey-andtea1889 · a year ago
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The Cold Autumn Evenings (H.S.) Part Two
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AN: Hello again lovies! So this part is kind of a filler but it’s not awful! I had to go and reread some bits to fix them up a bit but I think it’s decent! I’m sorry it took so long for this to go up as well. I was down in Arizona for a week and let me tell you I miss it a lot. Anywho, enjoy part two! Requests are open! 
Summary: Y/N got caught up in reading Harry’s story, unfortunately this is the reason for her being late
Warnings: none
Song: A Slow Death In Pacific Standard Time by HUNNY
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The next morning seemed like a blur. Y/N woke up super early and continued where she left off in Harry’s story. In the chapter she was on, the man was about to profess his love for the girl, but she had been seen with someone else, leaving the man heartbroken and confused. Y/N could feel the tears slowly falling down her face as she continued the sad chapter. Her phone began ringing as she set the packet down to get breakfast. 
“Hello?” Y/N answered, sniffling and wiping her eyes with the sleeve of her sweater.
“Y/N! How’s my favorite- are you okay?” Harry questioned over the phone.
“Oh I’m fine! I was just reading something that got me a bit emotional is all. Is everything okay?” Y/N asked. 
“Yes, everything is fine. I usually hear from you by now about meetings or issues with clients but my phone was silent the entire morning and I just got worried. Are you at the office yet?” Harry said as he walked out of the fancy building in the middle of London. 
Y/N checked the time and nearly tripped on her way from the coffee machine. 
She was almost 45 minutes late. 
“Oh my god, I didn’t realize what time it was! I’m so sorry Mr. Styles, I’m leaving for the office right now!” Y/N squealed as she bolted to her bedroom to get dressed. 
“Y/N! Y/N, relax! It’s fine. I’m actually on my way to the office right now, I can pick you up if you’d like?” Harry suggested. 
“Are you sure?” Y/N asked. 
“Definitely! Send me the address and I’ll be there in 20.” He said as he hung up the phone. 
Y/N smiled as she texted him her address and entered her bathroom to brush her teeth. When her teeth were all brushed, Y/N did her hair and makeup. She wasn’t sure why, but she was nervous for Harry to see her flat. He was her boss and probably lived a lot better than she did, it made her a bit self conscious about it. 
The flat wasn’t awful. It was small, definitely built for one person or a couple who had just moved in together. The walls were a deep forest green with a brick accent wall that held a fireplace, a lighter shade of pine wood covering the floor. It had an open concept that led from the living room into the kitchen/dining area. Off of the living room to the left, there was a hallway that held the bathroom on the left side and Y/N’s room on the right. 
Her furniture was all given to her from her mother. A simple beige couch that was comfier than most couches sweetly decorated with green throw pillows and a dark brown recliner chair surrounded a small coffee table in the middle of the living room facing the fireplace. She had a small white blanket folded on the lower shelf of the table just in case it ever became too cold. She had shelves that were covered with books on both sides of the fireplace and pictures of family members and adorable plaques which gave an aesthetically pleasing look to her small flat. 
It was her cute little home that she loved dearly, but Harry doesn’t really come around so you could understand the nerves that ran through her as she scampered to get ready. As she fixed up her throw pillows and straightened up some books on her shelves, a loud knock echoed through her flat. Sam barked and ran over to the big mahogany door. 
“Sam, sh! Go into your bed please!” Y/N begged. 
The little frenchie snorted and ran over to his dog bed set along one of the walls. Y/N opened the door to see Harry dressed in black slacks, a white button up shirt, and a peacoat that ended right above his hips. His hair was slightly tousled due to the cold Autumn wind but he didn’t look anything less than perfect. Y/N swallowed hard at how ravishing this man looked. She had to make sure she wasn’t drooling in front of him. 
“Hello, Y/N! Are you ready?” Harry asked, cocking his head slightly to the side. 
Y/N shook herself out of her trance and blushed, hoping he didn’t notice her staring. 
“Almost, I just need to grab a few things. Please come in! Make yourself at home whilst I finish up.” Y/N smiled as she stepped to the side. 
Harry entered into her home and took in his surroundings as Y/N went back into her room to grab her bag and her phone. He thought her flat was adorable and it suited her perfectly. As he admired her cozy little home, Harry soon felt small paws scratching at his legs. He looked down to see Sam shaking his little stubby tail with excitement. 
“Okay, I think I’m all- oh my god I’m so sorry! Sam, don’t jump!” Y/N rushed over to pick up her sweet pup. 
“It’s alright, love! I didn’t know you had a dog. You said his name was Sam?” Harry questioned. 
“Yeah. He doesn’t usually jump on people like that. Guess you’re an exception!” Y/N giggled. 
Harry chuckled and rubbed behind Sam’s ear. The happy, little pooch licked his fingers and snorted with joy. Harry and Y/N laughed as she set Sam down. Harry looked at the small coffee table and saw his novel laying with the cover in clear sight. Smirking, he looked over at Y/N. 
“Is that why you’re late? Too busy reading  m’novel, eh?” Harry smirked.
Y/N could feel the blood rushing to her cheeks. 
“Y-yes. I-I just couldn’t put it down. It’s really good, actually. I’m not done with it yet but I’m getting close.” Y/N mumbled as she grabbed the packet. 
Harry chuckled and opened the door. Y/N kept her eyes on the ground as she exited her flat and made her way to the elevator. 
Harry thought it was cute whenever she was embarrassed about stuff. He specifically recalled the day he first started calling her “Love”. She turned three shades of pink and toyed with the strings on her blouse that hung around her breasts. He wasn’t sure as to why he enjoyed making her blush, maybe it was just the thought of being able to make her flustered is what made his ego skyrocket. Harry has always thought Y/N was attractive. She was his type for sure, with her Y/H/C hair and Y/E/C eyes, not to mention the curves she had, Harry was absolutely smitten to have a girl like her work for him. 
As Harry entered the elevator, Y/N was digging in her purse. 
“Leave something in you flat, love?” Harry asked. 
“I can’t seem to find my glasses. I don’t understand, I had them this morning.” Y/N sighed, still digging into the small brown bag. 
Harry had seen a slight glare on the top of Y/N’s head. He slowly reached and pulled the glasses she was looking for. Y/N shot her head up as soon as she felt his hands in her hair.
“Don’t move.” Harry said. 
Y/N’s knees nearly buckled as she kept still until the glasses were off of her head. 
“Are these the ones you seek?” Harry chuckled. 
The eye contact between the two was intense. They were looking at each other as though the other person was the only thing in the world. It was almost like a movie scene when the love interests had realized their feelings for one another. Harry and Y/N could feel the tension between them as she grabbed the spectacles from his large hands. As Y/N took ahold of part of the frames, her fingers brushed against Harry’s. It felt like sparks when the skin of their fingers grazed one another. The sudden jolt took both of them by surprise.
Y/N blushed again and thanked him. Harry smirked and slipped his hands in his pockets. The two travelled down the building in silence until Harry spoke up as they entered the lobby. 
“You really think m’novel is good?” He smiled, holding the door opened for her. 
“Mr. Styles please excuse the next statement but are you serious? It’s amazing so far! I mean there were a few spelling mistakes and you accidentally used the wrong ‘there’ for ownership once but other than that, it’s stunning so far!” Y/N gushed. 
It was Harry’s turn to blush now. He had been working on that stupid thing for months now. He couldn’t count how many days he suffered writer’s block for the novel, so to hear Y/N praise it as much as she was just filled his heart like no other. 
“Thank you, love. It really means a lot to me that you’re reading over it. It’s been a challenge writing it.” Harry said as they made their way to his car. 
Harry was driving  a newly redone 1970 black Ford Capri. Y/N’s jaw dropped as she slowly walked to the passenger side. Harry chuckled, opening the door for her again. She carefully slipped into the vehicle and looked around the interior. The seats were made of leather and the steering wheel was black with silver lining around the logo. Y/N felt like if she were to move something would happen to the car, she couldn’t start to think how much Harry paid for this. 
“Do you want to stop and grab some coffee before we head in? There’s a shop close to the office.” Harry asked. 
“Won’t we be late?” Y/N asked, looking at Harry as he buckled up. 
“Love, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but we’re already an hour and fifteen minutes late.” Harry chuckled, starting the car. 
Y/N giggled as she fixed her hair. Harry smiled and drove to the small coffee shop close to the office. The two bought small coffees (her’s with extra sugar and pumpkin spice creamer, his just black) and made the last few miles to the office.
The pair had entered the office and parted ways when they reached Y/N’s desk. Claire had bolted over to Y/N once Harry had closed the door. 
“So..a meeting, huh?” Claire smirked as she sat on her friend’s desk. 
“Oh please Claire. He was at the meeting, I was simply running late this morning. I was reading something and just lost track of time I guess.” Y/N sighed, trying to get her things organized. 
Claire chuckled and leaned back slightly, trying to get a glance of Y/N’s neck. 
“What’re you doing?” Y/N asked.
“Just checking for hickeys.” Claire said, still trying to peak. 
Y/N laughed and nudged her friend softly. 
“I’m serious, nothing happened! I mean..there was the elevator when he picked me up from my flat.” She sighed. 
Claire’s eyes almost bulged out of  her head. She nearly jumped over the desk asking for details. 
“Okay! Okay! I couldn’t find my glasses this morning when we left my flat, but of course they were on my head. Mr. Styles had seen them and grabbed them for me, however when I took them from him, I had accidentally touched his hand and Claire, I’m telling you I felt sparks. I’m sure he felt them too! It just seemed like something out of a romance novel or something.” 
Like Harry’s Novel Y/N thought. The slight pink color in her cheeks obviously gave away how she felt for Harry. Claire smiled as she watched Y/N beam. She’s not seen her this happy about someone in a while and that absolutely filled Claire’s heart. The last guy Y/N had dated was a total tool. He was gross and never treated her the way she deserved to be treated. Claire knew Harry respected women more than anything. That’s what made him the most attractive! She wouldn’t have to worry about beating his ass. 
“Maybe see if he wants to hang out after work! I don’t see why he wouldn’t say yes to you.” Claire said as she made her way to her desk. 
Y/N chuckled as she grabbed the packet she had gotten lost in this morning. She turned to the page in which she had left off and began reading again, annotating little notes for ideas and questions she had. She had glanced over to the door that led into Harry’s office and smiled. 
Maybe she should see if he would like to hang out later. 
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fanficshiddles · a year ago
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Caught in his web, Chapter 53
Chloe had her work experience this week. She was really excited about it, and a little nervous. But Loki gave her a pep talk and had her go shopping with Amanda and Georgie to buy whatever she wanted for the week to make her feel better about it.
So of course, she splurged on new clothes. And a fancy new notepad with pen to take notes.
When she got to the fashion magazine building on the first day, she was made to feel welcome instantly from the receptionist. She introduced her to Holly, who was going to be her mentor for the week.
Holly was lovely, she explained everything she could possibly think of to Chloe. And kept telling her to ask as many questions as she wanted. There was no stupid question to be asked, she told her.
During the afternoon break, Chloe sat down to eat her lunch and she gave Loki a quick text.
C: Hey. It’s going absolutely amazing! Having so much fun already. As usual you were right about me being nervous for nothing. I was thinking of cooking tonight, so Tania can go early. XxX
L: I’ve already sent her home. But because I’m cooking for you tonight for a change. Glad you’re having a brilliant day, see you later. xxx
C: Ooo, awesome! Looking forward to it. Love you. xxx
Chloe was excited about Loki cooking her dinner tonight. It was a very rare occasion he cooked. But she had noticed that since the incident the other week, he was much more attentive and loving than ever before.
And she certainly wasn’t complaining.
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Loki smiled when he received Chloe’s reply. He slipped his phone into his pocket and as he looked up to the man on front of him, his face hardened.
‘You owe me money.’ He growled and got to his feet, stalking around his desk towards the terrified man who was kneeling on the floor, begging for more time. Loki had paused him in the middle of his plea while he had replied to Chloe, making the mans torture of not knowing what was going to happen even longer.
‘I do not have the time to deal with your blubbering and begging. I have a girl to get home to and cook for. So I will make this plain and simple.’ He walked around behind him and grabbed his hair, hauling his head back. He whipped out his dagger and placed the blade firmly against the man’s throat.
‘You either get my money to me by noon tomorrow. Or I will not only come after you, but I will also come after your wife and children. I know they live in that lovely little detached home in the outskirts of Camden opposite the park. So if you don’t want them to meet a swift ending, you will get me ALL my money by tomorrow.’ He snarled, pressing the blade into him enough to make him bleed.
‘Am I clear?’
‘Y… Yes.’ He stuttered, scared to move because of the blade.
‘Good. Now get the hell out of my sight.’ Loki snarled and pushed his head forward so he fell onto his face before scrambling up and out of Loki’s office as quickly as possible.
Loki pulled out a napkin and wiped his dagger clean. ‘Have Nelson come round the front, I’m heading home early.’
‘Will do. Have a good evening, boss.’ Samuel nodded and disappeared into the lift.
Loki smirked and slipped his dagger into his pocket and went to his desk. He opened the top drawer and pulled out the little box which held a beautiful bracelet for Chloe. He smiled and slid it into his pocket before making his way down to his car.
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When Chloe returned home, the smell of a lovely stew was wafting through the house and Bear came running to meet her at the door.
‘Hey buddy.’ She crouched down to greet the pup. ‘I still can’t believe how big you’re getting.’ She laughed as he licked her face.
‘Hello, doll.’ Loki grinned, watching.
Chloe looked up and laughed, he was wearing an apron over his suit. She’d never seen him wearing an apron before.
‘Are you not going to greet me as enthusiastically as Bear?’ She teased, taking off her jacket.
‘I can if you want me to.’ Loki growled and wiggled his eyebrows at her as he moved in on her and captured her in his arms. He bent down and started kissing all over her face, making her laugh and push at his chest.
‘Dinner smells good.’ She said as she sniffed at the air.
‘I hope you’ll like it. Come on, wine is waiting.’ Loki slipped his hand into hers and led her through to the kitchen, with Bear following behind at their heels.
‘How was your day? Did you enjoy it?’ Loki asked as he pulled a chair out for her and she sat down so he could tuck her in.
‘It was amazing. I think I’d quite happily work somewhere like that, actually. If my main plan doesn’t work out.’ She picked up her wine and took a sip as Loki sat down at the head of the table in his usual spot, joining her with the wine drinking.
‘Really? That good?’ He grinned.
‘It was.’ She nodded, smiling.
Loki was just so happy and relieved that she was back to normal. Happy and enjoying life again. The first few days after getting her home she had been a little quieter than normal. But once she went back to college and met with her friends again, her usual sparkle came flooding back. Everything was perfect now.
‘I have a little something for you.’ Loki smiled mischievously and pulled out the box from his pocket.
Chloe’s smile grew even larger as she opened the box and saw a beautiful charm bracelet. Already it had a dog charm and a heart charm.
‘You’re so soppy, you know that?’ Chloe grinned, toying with the heart charm. ‘Thank you so much, it’s beautiful.’
Loki put it on for her and leaned in to kiss her.
She waited at the table, drinking her wine while Loki went to serve the stew. It was his speciality and Chloe thought she had died and gone to heaven when she tasted it. It was gone so quick, and she just had to go back for seconds, making Loki laugh.
‘There’s plenty, so we can have leftovers tomorrow night. Or you can take some for lunch over the next few days.’ Loki suggested.
‘Lunch. That means I get it all!’ She playfully stuck her tongue out at him as she sat down with her seconds.
‘Watch it, girl. I’ll need to put that dirty tongue of yours to better use.’ He warned, narrowing his eyes at her.
After dinner, Loki didn’t give her much time to let her dinner go down, he coaxed her to the living room, abandoning his apron on the way.
‘Not very sexy.’ He chuckled, stealing kisses from her.
‘Not with stew spilled down it, no.’ Chloe giggled.
Loki slid his hands down her back, right down to squeeze her bum. Then he moved her over to the sofa and sat down, pulling her with him so she was straddling his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck while they kissed, his tongue delving deep into her mouth and moving slowly against hers.
She started grinding against him, feeling his bulge between her thighs as she pressed down to try and get as much friction as possible.
Loki gripped her hips tightly, moving her about on top of him. Though she didn’t need much help at all, she was as desperate and horny him.
Chloe reached down between them and hastily unbuckled his belt, she unzipped him and reached into his trousers, taking hold of his cock and squeezing. He gasped and bucked his hips up against her, groaning into her mouth.
She managed to pull him free and stroked him a few times, while he slid his hands up her body underneath her dress to toy with her breasts.
‘Undress for me, doll. I need to get inside you.’ He growled.
‘No need.’ She let go of his cock and lifted herself up slightly and hovered over him. As she moved down, he moaned as he felt her bare cunt rubbing across his tip.
‘Ooooo, you little minx.’ He growled and slid a hand under to stroke over her clit.
She was wet enough for him, so they both didn’t waste time and she sank down onto his cock. Her body welcomed him in with the usual delicious stretching and hitting every sweet spot inside her.
Loki rocked upwards and met with her movements, hitting nice and deep. She buried her face into his neck, whimpering as he took more control and guided her himself by holding her hips.
‘Ohhhh, yes, doll. You’re all mine.’ He growled and slid one hand up round her back, right up to tangle into her hair as he fisted her tightly and yanked, forcing her head back and exposing her neck to him.
He felt her clench around him as he sucked and nipped along her sensitive throat, growling like a mad man. But she just felt far too amazing around him, so soft and wet. Oh so tight.
Loki was so close, and he could tell that Chloe was too by the noises he was getting from her. He couldn’t hold back anymore, so he flipped them over and fucked her hard into the sofa, pinning her down with his body.
‘I’m never sharing you with anyone.’ He snarled, rutting into her like a wild animal.
Chloe came hard around his cock, crying out in pleasure. Pulling him with her as he moaned just as loud and emptied into her.
Both of them were sweaty and breathing hard while Loki throbbed for a little longer inside her, making sure not to waste a single drop. Chloe trembled as he kissed her forehead and smoothed a hand down her side.
She thought he was finished for the night… But no. Instead of pulling out of her, he grew hard within her again. He rolled them onto their sides, her back over the edge of the sofa. But Loki kept a hold of her, he wouldn’t let her fall.
He hiked her leg up over his thigh and started fucking her roughly again. This time he also slid a hand down to her backside and started probing at her anus with a finger. He covered it with their juices first, giving just enough lubricant so he could slide said finger into her back entrance.
She moaned and found herself pushing down on him, meeting with his thrusting and getting that finger as deep as possible.
‘Good girl.’ Loki rumbled as she hid her face into his chest while getting fucked into next week for the second time.
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rebthom89 · a year ago
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Three Times Dodger Was Exactly What Dani Needed and Once That He Knew She Needed Someone Else
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Pairing: Dani x Dodger Evans, Dani x Chris Evans
Word Count: 2,391
Summary: The title basically says it all. But Merry Christmas to my sweetest little lovebug, Dani @fallinforevans​! I hope you love it!!!
Warnings: Dodger Evans being the best boy ever, mentions of family issues and work stress
A/N: This is NOT the reader insert type story that I typically write. I wrote this as a very special gift for one of my dearest friends. I absolutely based it on her and her love for iced coffee, Dodger Evans, and (unfortunately) the way her. family can be. I don’t expect it to resonate with everyone. But I WILL be back to writing reader insert after this one. 
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     As Dani left work that day, all she wanted to do was get an iced coffee and get home to crawl into bed and forget about the day. She'd been busting her ass to get all the work done she could during this busy fall season, but that didn't mean everyone else was working as hard as she was. Despite turning out some of her best results yet, she kept getting more and more work thrown at her and had never felt less appreciated. It didn't help that she had slept through her alarm this morning, forgotten her lunch, and then gotten back to work late because the restaurant took forever to pack up her take out order. She’d ended up having to eat at her desk while she worked, and managed to spill the last few sips of the iced coffee that was going to get her through the rest of the day.
     By the time her day had come to an end, she’d decided to take the shortcut through the park that would get her home about 10 minutes faster AND take her past her favorite coffee stand to make up for the tragedy of the spilled coffee. About half way through the park, though, it seemed as if fate had different plans. Something flew past her knees in a blur and before she knew it, she was on the ground, unable to stand back up and being assaulted by something wet directly to her face.
     It took a second to collect herself and process what happened, but when she did, it became a little easier to breathe. The pup currently licking her face in the most excited manner must have gotten away from his owner and accidentally knocked her over. She started to pet him, hoping it would calm him down, at least enough for her to stand back up, but the attention only brought more energy from his brown and white body. 
     “Woah, Bubs, where did you come from, huh? Someone out there must be looking for you. You’re too cute to be out here all by yourself.” She said to the dog. As soon as he’d heard her nickname for him, he settled enough for Dani to push herself back up, and find a seat on the bench nearby. He immediately came to sit directly in front her, being sure he wouldn’t miss any of the attention she was clearly going to be giving him.
     “Dodger, huh? You do like something straight out of a Disney movie” Dani chuckled, taking her phone from her purse to call the phone number on the tag. 
     “I’m impressed. Not many people get the reference right away,” came a voice from a few feet away, making her put her phone away. “Usually people think it’s got something to do with baseball. I’m sorry about him though. Are you ok?”
     “Yeah. Getting some love from an adorable furball is far from the worst thing that happened to me today. It might have been the best actually.” She said with a laugh.
     “Well then I’m glad he could help. He must have noticed you could use some puppy love. I’m Chris, by the way. You’ve clearly already met Dodger.”
     She scratched his head, smiling. “Dani. Thanks for the pick-me-up, Dodger, even if it literally knocked me over.”
     “How about I make that up to you? There’s a great little coffee stand right over here. Let me buy you a cup? Bubba here doesn’t look like he’s ready to say goodbye to you yet.” 
     Dani smiles, her eyes lighting up at the suggestion. “I was just headed there myself, actually. They make the best coffee. I would love the company.”
Two
     As the three of them walked off together, Dodger firmly planted between them so he could share his love with both of them, Dani couldn’t help but think that maybe Dodger had known what she’d needed after all.
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     Since the fateful day in the park that Dodger knocked her over, Dani, Chris, and Dodger had been darn near inseparable. After several coffee and dog park dates, and few fancier and Dodger free dates as well, she and Chris became official. About eight months later, the two humans had realized they had gotten to the point where it was simply a waste for Dani to be paying rent anywhere else, seeing as she spent virtually every night with Chris and Dodger. 
     It had amazed Chris at first just how seamlessly Dani had fit into his life. He’d been a little worried that everything would change once she’d officially moved in, but life remained much of the same for them. If anything, it was easier, simply because there was no more of the awkwardness about where they stood. Having each other around, knowing this was home, everyone seemed happier and more at ease.
     This morning started the same way most every morning did - Chris had gotten up long before Dani had even considered getting out of bed, and had gone for this usual morning run. The first difference from their normal morning was noticeable as soon as Dani rolled over. The bed wasn’t empty. Dodger had nestled himself into Chris’ spot in bed, and was staring intently at her. It was fairly common for Dodger to accompany Chris on his runs, but every now and then the pup would stay behind, so Dani tried not to think too much of it. 
     The next difference, Dani felt as soon as she sat up to get out of bed. To be fair, she’d been expecting it, but that didn’t mean the cramps hurt any less. She’d only been awake for a matter of minutes and she could already tell it was going to be one of those days where it would take a miracle to even get her out of bed for any lengthy period of time. Thankfully, Chris had a few meetings today and would be in and out, even after his run, so she could take the day for herself, but knew he’d still be around to check on her too. 
     She got up with the plans to run through her normal morning routine, including grabbing the iced coffee Chris had undoubtedly left in the fridge for her after making his own coffee this morning. Dodger immediately followed her, almost as though he was keeping an eye on her while Chris was out of the house. On her way back to the bedroom, Dodger raced ahead of her, meeting her back at the bed with his stuffed lion in his mouth. As she crawled back into bed, the pup leaned down and pushed the lion over to her before gently laying his head in her lap.
     “Are you gonna share him with me, bubs? I know you love to snuggle him.”
     Dani couldn’t help but smile when Dodger sighed happily, relieved that she figured out his plan. She scratched at his favorite spot, right behind his ear. “We do a good job taking care of each other, huh, Bubs? You always seem to know what will make me feel better.”
     Chris had been away for nearly a month. He tried to get back home as often as he could, but with the announcement of a new movie he’d signed on for, he was suddenly being called in for interviews every free second he had. Dani was so proud of him and knew how hard he’d been working, but it didn’t make being apart any easier. She couldn’t wait until he got home this afternoon, so she could show him just how proud she was, but that wasn’t going to make the next few hours any easier. Just this morning alone, she’d already done a load of dishes, made a batch of Chris’ favorite cookies, picked up all the toys Dodger had left laying around and vacuumed every room in the house. The anticipation was killing her and she wasn’t sure how she would possibly manage to make it through the next few hours.
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Three
     Dani thought that maybe finding a movie to focus on would have helped keep her distracted for a while, but even Nick Vaughn serenading her with the sweet sounds of his trumpet couldn’t take her mind from the fact that Chris was almost home. She was pulled from thoughts of Chris when she heard a loud bark coming from near the back door. Dodger was sitting right next to his leash, clearly expecting his walk to begin IMMEDIATELY. Always a sucker for whatever her bubba wanted, she found her tennis shoes, attached his leash and started outside. Expecting him to head to the right, the way they always went on their afternoon walk, she was almost pulled off her feet when Dodger suddenly turned and pulled her up the street to the left.
     “Ok, Bubba, I get it. We’ll go the long way. It can’t hurt. Maybe we can even stop at your favorite park for a while.”
     Dodger had the time of his life on their walk. He’d chased a squirrel up a tree, made 3 new human friends on the way to the park, and 4 new dog friends once they’d reach the fenced area in which he could run free. By the time he came back up to Dani and laid his head on her knee, silently asking to go back home and cuddle with his lion, even Dani was feeling worn out from all that Dodger had enjoyed on the walk. 
     The trip back took a little longer than the way there had, partly because Dodger didn’t have as much energy for this half of the walk, and partly because Dani still wasn’t looking forward to returning to an empty house. She figured there was about an hour left before Chris should be home, but was hoping that maybe Dodger had worn her out enough that she could sneak a nap in to keep her thoughts from wandering to Chris.
     As the house came into view, Dodger let out a happy bark and suddenly regained all the energy he’d used up earlier. Dani did a double take, because standing there on the porch, watching them walk up the road, was Chris.
The Time She Needed Someone Else
     “Dodge - you knew I just needed to keep busy, huh? Ok, that was such a good boy. Go ahead.” She reached down to let Dodger off his leash, and he stopped, looking back up at her, almost as if he was trying to make sure she would be ok. She rubbed his head and chuckled, “It’s ok, Bubba. Go get daddy.” And with that, Dodger took off towards his dad.
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     “Woof! Woof woof!” 
     Dodger’s loud, clear barks rang through the house as Chris sat in his office, working. The last time Chris had been in their room, Dani was watching something on TV while Dodger was curled up at the end of the bed, snuggling with his lion. Chris guessed the barks meant that Dodger had grown bored with whatever Dani was watching and was ready to play. 
      Chris had only gotten through a couple more work emails before Dodger started barking again. This time he didn’t sound like he was looking to play, but more that he expected someone to immediately come find him. Chris wondered if maybe Dani had fallen asleep watching tv and Dodger had managed to get himself stuck in the bathroom or something, and decided it would just be easier for everyone if he were to go let the pup out.
     When he got to the hallway leading to their bedroom though, he noticed Dodger sitting in the doorway to their room. Dodger was looking back and forth between the bedroom and the hallway. The second he saw Chris coming, he ran to his dad, leading him straight back to Dani. As Chris came into the room, he found the love of his life sitting on the edge of the bed, her head in her hands and her cellphone laying next to her.
     “Darlin’, what’s the matter?” he asked cautiously, stepping into the room and kneeling down in front of her. 
     “It’s just - everything. My work sucks, and you’ve been working so hard, and I’m so proud of you, I really am, but it doesn’t mean it’s easy on me, and then -” He could feel the tension in her shoulders, and he definitely saw her glance at her phone.
     “Your family?” 
     She could only nod as the tears started again. It killed Chris to see her this way, and if he could just snap his fingers and make everything ok, he would do it in a heartbeat. He took her hands in his, just as he felt her breath quicken. He cupped her cheek in his hand and wiped the tears away with the pad of his thumb.
     “Dani, look at me. You are incredible. I don’t know how your family doesn’t see that. But you know what? We’re your family now. Me and you and Dodge. Really, we have been for a while. We’re the ones that will be in this together forever. We’re the ones that will get through anything together. Even Bubba knew you needed us today.”
     Dani sniffled, trying her hardest to get the tears under control. “That’s sweet, Chris. And yeah, Dodge could tell I was crying. But -”
     “No. No buts today. Just your cute one, putting on your softest pjs ” he teased with a sparkle in his eyes “and finding the sappiest movie you can find on tv. Even if it’s one of those vampire movies you love so much. You and Dodge and I are gonna stay right here all day, and we will supply you with endless love and cuddles and snacks. And then we’ll get that Italian place you love to deliver dinner, and by the time we’re done, you’ll remember just how much we love you. I know it won’t fix everything. But we need you to know that no matter what, you aren’t in this alone.”
     She smiled softly, “Thank you. You two always seem to know exactly what I need.” 
     As if on cue, Dodger hopped up on the bed and planted a sloppy kiss right on her cheek.
Because this isn’t the reader insert I normally write, I will reblog this in the morning with my tags. For now, I’m gonna let Dani enjoy it!
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musingsofvenus · a year ago
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Dance, Dance
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Jacob wants to go to prom. Quil and Embry make it their mission to have him attend.
Some background: Soooo this is an alternate version of a snippet from a future chapter of my fic Fragile (on FFN | AO3). This is written in Quil’s voice. Bailey is an OC that Quil shamelessly flirts with. Just think of her, Embry, Jake and Quil as the Three (Four?) Musketeers. The Boys are in their senior year of high school.
It’s cute, so I thought I’d share it for the holidays. Enjoy!!
Warnings: None
2k+ words
It all started with Jacob's little fan club– Collin, Brady and Seth, who hung on his every word like he was a god. The pups' new topic of obsession shifted from hero worship to prom– specifically, how they were planning on crashing the party to see all the junior and senior girls in their dresses. 
Quil loved the idea. He, Jacob and Embry did it their freshman year. It was basically a right of passage. Quil even asked a senior to prom that year, despite how much Jacob and Embry mocked him for it. He got turned down, but they still crashed anyway. They all managed to down two cups each of spiked punch and steal snacks before they ran out of there. 
Best. Night. Ever.
The pups reminded Jacob of that night too, and then he remembered he wouldn't be able to attend his senior prom like a regular teenager. He immediately squashed that thought as soon as it popped up. Cue more doom and gloom. He was always so pessimistic these days, but that's how the plan was born.
Jacob is going to prom goddammit, and they were going to have the best time so he could just shut up already. Two birds, one stone. Easy peasy.
They just have to convince Bailey to go, and therein lies the trouble. She hates dressing up.
Quil brings Embry with him to bargain with Bailey as soon as she gets off work. As they wait for her in the parking lot, Quil rehearses his lines in his head. He has to get everything just right or the plan will fall apart.
Quil perks up when the back door opens. He watches Bailey sling a backpack over her shoulder and unbutton the white chef jacket she's wearing.
Jesus, she really is gorgeous. He always thought Leah was the hottest girl on the rez, but Bailey is a close second.
They're strictly friends. The best of friends… but he can't help but ogle sometimes. He's only human. Kinda. But in another life, Quil…
Her mustang, an honestly beautiful piece of machinery, beeps as the doors unlock. Bailey stops in front of them with a grin on her face. "What’s up?" she asks.
Quil glances at Embry, who gives him a subtle nod. "So… uh, what's your take on prom?"
Bailey's eyes narrow. "Prom?" The confusion is plain in her tone.
"Prom," Embry repeats. "Our prom. Would you wanna maybe… come?"
Her eyes dart between the two of them as she opens the driver's door and tosses her bag on the seat. "No. I'm too old for prom," she says slowly. 
She folds her arms on the roof and rests her chin there, looking suspiciously at them on the other side of the car.
"You're only a year older than us!" Quil argues. "C'mon, it's the one high school thing we get to do before our senior year ends. We all switched our patrol shifts around for it. Even the werewolves have to go to prom."
She purses her lips. "Why do you want me to go?" 
"...To make everyone jealous that I have a really hot best friend?" 
Bailey blushes. "Quil," she growls. Or tries to. It's a cute attempt. 
"We already pooled our money to get the corsage," Quil complains. He elbows the ever silent Embry. "Back me up, man!"
Embry grimaces. "It's true."
And it is true. Quil used some of his measly money he made from whenever he helped out in his grandpa's souvenir shop, and Embry pitched in with some money he acquired after selling a dune buggy he restored a few weeks back.
The corsage was sitting in Quil's fridge to keep it fresh. It's a peony, just like the ones tattooed on her arm. He was dedicated to the details, man.
"Did you just assume I was gonna say yes," Bailey says in a flat voice. Uh-oh. Danger zone. Must deploy new tactics.
Quil serves her with his best puppy dog eyes. "Well, aren't you?" he asks sweetly. Lay it on thick, Quil. They need this to happen.
Bailey's sigh could've won an Olympic medal because of how long it was. "You two are just... Ugh,” she groans. “When is it?”
"Tonight at 7:30," Quil squeaks.
Her hands slam against the roof of the car. "That's way too short notice," she hisses at him. 
Is four hours short notice for girls? Quil panics.
"Come onnnnn," he whines. "It'll be fun. I can take you on Embry's dirtbike!"
"How are you just gonna volunteer my bike, dude?" Embry mumbles.
Quil shoots his unhelpful friend a glare. "See? Even Embry wants you to go!" he insists.
"Jacob wants go really bad," Embry blurts out. And thank God. Quil was struggling to work all this magic by himself.
Quil eagerly nods. "It was his idea!" He fidgets. "Well, it was more like a passing thought. And we kinda acted on it.”
Bailey frowns. "He doesn't know?" 
"Oh, c'mon. He keeps whining about how he doesn't get to do normal teenager things so we just wanted to shut him up for a night," Quil explains. 
Bailey frowns at that. He knows Sad Jacob is her weakness.
"It's supposed to be a surprise for him," Embry adds, and it's the cherry on top they need. 
Bailey twists her lips. "...Fine," she mutters.
Quil perks up, already hurrying to get away and yanking Embry with him. They have to leave before she changes her mind. "I'll pick you up at seven!" he yells in a rush.
They put in their three hours of patrol, covering Jared and Leah's usual shift, and part ways to get dressed. Quil doesn't have anything fancy. A few days ago he and Embry stopped by a thrift shop to pick up a pair of dress pants, a white button down, and a tie. He had no idea how the knot works.
He meets Embry in Jacob's yard, who's wearing black chucks just like him. Great minds think alike. But Embry's tie is slung over his shoulder.
"You don't know how to tie a tie?" Quil demands.
"No, I thought you did!" Embry retorts.
Quil groans. They do not have time for this. 
He saunters over to Jacob's bedroom window and peers inside. The absolute giant is sprawled in his bed, feet and arms hanging off the edge, snoring like a hacksaw. He looks peaceful.
But his eyes shoot open in panic when Quil repeatedly slams his hands against the glass. Sucks to suck.
"Shower and get dressed, Jakey-boy," Quil yells. "We're going to prom tonight!"
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Quil picks up Bailey on Embry's dirtbike, as promised. He forces her to put on the helmet no matter how much she complains about it ruining her hair. The ride is only fifteen minutes, and he grins as Bailey hollers the entire time as she clings to his back. He slows to stop in the parking lot and carefully lifts Bailey off the bike. 
She's buzzing with energy, practically dancing in front of him as he helps her get the helmet off. "Quil, hurry," she complains.
She clearly spotted Embry and Jacob standing near the entrance. He rolls his eyes and quickly undoes the straps under her chin. He carefully pulls the helmet off her head, and she smooths her hands over any flyaways.
"Do I look okay?" she asks, tugging at her dress uncertainly.
Quil snorts. "When do you not?"
Bailey scoffs and smacks his arm playfully. She steps around him with a huge grin on her face and runs toward his other two best friends with a giggle. And he stares after her in that shimmery dress with a quiet sigh. He shuts his eyes and listens to the quick click-clack of her heels against the pavement.
Another life, Quil. In another freaking life…
"You guys look so good!" Bailey yells, skidding to a stop in front of Embry and Jacob. "And you guys don't know how to knot a tie either!"
Embry laughs as she claims him as her next victim, having already fixed Quil’s tie, and she pulls his tie off to knot it properly. 
"I’ve only used clip-on ties," Embry says.
Bailey snorts and moves on to Jacob. "Are you surprised?" she asks.
Shell-shocked might be the more accurate description.
"Yeah," Jacob breathes, glancing between all of them like an idiot.
She pats Jacob's shoulder with a happy trill and steps back. "Can I take a picture of you guys?"
“Before that…” Quil pulls the plastic case holding the corsage out of his pocket and gets on one knee. "M'lady?"
Bailey gasps, her eyes glittering. "It's so pretty," she whispers as he slides it on her wrist. 
Damn right it is. Quil is a man of refined tastes.
"Can I take the picture now?" she asks, pulling a tiny camera out of her equally tiny purse.
Quil squashes Jacob between himself and Embry as they pose for the camera. She runs in front of them for a quick selfie and finally allows Quil to grab her arm, pulling her through the front door. 
All her happy energy goes right out the window when they step inside the decked out gymnasium. Their classmates gawk at her, mostly because she stands out in that sparkly dress. 
It might also be because the tribal school is so small and everybody knows literally everybody in their classes; they’ve never seen her before. She’s obviously not a student.
And maybe standing next to three hulking boys who notoriously disappear in the middle of class isn't helpful for being inconspicuous either. She sticks close to them for comfort and fidgets where she stands.
Embry clears his throat. "Can I have the first dance?" he asks, holding his hand out to Bailey.
Bless you, you sweet angel, Quil thinks.
Bailey tentatively takes his hand. "Yeah," she replies. She holds her purse out to Quil. "Can you hang on to that?"
He takes it with a nod and watches Embry whisk her away. To his surprise, Embry spins Bailey around on the dancefloor like a real ballroom dancer. Like, Cinderella and Prince Charming level dancing. 
A waltz. To Hollaback Girl.
Quil gapes at the show. "What the hell, Embry?" he mutters.
"His mom made him take dance classes a couple years back, remember?" Jacob reminds him.
Ah, yes. The ballroom dancer Embry days. His mother, already obsessed with soap operas, was also a hopeless romantic. She watched Dirty Dancing a thousand times a year, and made Embry take ballroom lessons the summer after their sophomore year when Dirty Dancing 2 premiered earlier that spring. It was an awful sequel.
Embry actually stuck to it for the rest of the year and promptly gave up on it entirely as part of his New Year's resolution to stop giving in to his mom's whimsical requests. But obviously something still stuck with him. The boy could dance like he'd been training his entire life.
He lifts Bailey into the air like a goddamn professional, and even from where Quil’s standing he can hear her squeal in delight.
Quil fishes out Bailey's camera from her purse and snaps a photo. Mrs. Call was going to love this. This would fuel her fantasies of Embry finally finding a girlfriend and putting those dance lessons to good use. It would be hilarious.
Embry circles back to them in the nick of time. Bailey looks excited and flushed in the cheeks. She's buzzing with that same happy energy again, and her eyes sparkle. 
"Did you see that?" she asks excitedly. "Embry can dance so well!"
It's Embry's turn to blush. "Wasn't anything special," he mumbles.
Bailey gasps in outrage. "It was so!" she insists, hugging him tight. 
Quil plays purse hot potato, tossing the tiny thing to Jacob, and swoops Bailey into his grip.
“Hey! I wanted next!” Jacob complains. 
Quil pretends he can’t hear him.
"My crush from Geometry is over there! Let's dance and see if we can make her jealous," Quil yells. He pulls Bailey back onto the floor and glances over his shoulder at Jacob with a smirk. “I guess you can come with.”
Finally– finally, Jacob lets that huge grin of his spread on his face as he tosses the tiny purse to Embry. Quil mentally pats himself on the back. He definitely deserves an award for this.
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kaitlynliaofanxx · a year ago
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Welcome home, Dexter
It's Bella's birthday and Ina surprises her with the cutest little puppy ever! Pure fluff :)
Writing this kind of helped me. We lost our dog 2 weeks ago, so writing this helped me a lot.
Also a big thank you to @kulaykape for helping me with getting some inspiration :)
Enjoy!
@domakir @dopeyouth @thedaft1 @citybornchick @astrangeandunusualgirl
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Ina was very, very nervous for the next upcoming minutes. It was 4.45, Bella should get home from classes any moment now. Today was Bella's birtday, and Ina was going to make sure it was going to be one to never forget. She was going to make Bella's childhood dream come true.
*5 months ago*
Ina had a good band with Bella's parents, and she decided to call Bella's mother, planning on asking her what would be the perfect gift for Bella. Bella does so much for Ina, without her even knowing, she wanted to give her something that would tell her how much she meant to her and how serious she thinks their relationship is.
"Hello, ms. Fiennes, how are you?"
"I'm good dear, how about you? How's my little girl?"
"I'm good. We're good. Everything is going great."
They talked for several more minutes before Ina cut to the case.
"Bella's birthday is coming up in a few months. I want to give her something she's been wanting for a long time. Do you have any ideas?"
Ms. Fiennes simply laughed.
"Ina, sweetie, if you want to give her something she really wants, the answer to that would be a dog. Our neigbours used to have a black-brownish Golden Retriever she always walked and played with whenever she could. We also caught her telling that dog the problems she was having when she was going through something rough. We could never afford one because we had no time nor money, but if you want to give her her biggest wish, it would be a dog."
Huh. Ina always wanted a dog herself, and she knew her and Bella were ready for it. They were living together and were together for almost 2 and a half years now. And sure there was enough money, time and space in their appartment.
"Thank you, ms. Fiennes. I think I'll know what to do now. One question, do know any names she would like for a dog?"
"She always told us that if she would ever get a dog herself, she would name it Dexter if it was a boy, and Ella if it were to be a girl"
Dexter... that name had a nice ring to it
"Thank you for telling me."
"It's okay, sweetheart. Good luck! And if you'll ever get her a dog, make sure the dog will meet their Grandma and Pabby."
"I will make sure they will meet you very, very soon"
With that she hung up, opened her laptop, and started to look for the perfect dog.
*3 months ago*
Ina just arrived to the shelter to pick out their perfect dog. She told Bella she had to go to a night conference and that she had to go alone. Bella was a little suspicious, but believed her in the end. When Ina stepped foot in the shelter, her heart exploded with cuteness. 6 black little furballs stormed at her, making happy noices and licked her all over her face. Ina took her time, talking with the owner and observating the puppies. One caught her eye, the furriest of them all, cute, clumsy, and kept climbing into Ina's lap. It was decided. This little one was going home with her soon. Ina made the arrangements with the owner, signed all the papers and planned when she would pick this little rascal up.
*24 hours ago*
Ina came back to the shelter after buying a pillow, food and water holders, and a lot of toys for their soon to be best friend. She had bought a few balls, a lot of stuffed animals and a squeeky pear, which she knew Bella would absolutely love. She also bought a collar for him. A red collar, with the name 'Dexter' on it in golden letters.
When she stepped in, the puppies were a little bit bigger, but still furry and still very, very clumsy. But, Ina recognised her little friend the moment she stepped foot into the shelter, because that one came to her the fastest, and seemed to be the most happiest, almost like he knew he would come home with her. She talked for a bit with the owner, writing down everything she needed to know for the little puppy's first few months. And when it was time to go, the little furball said one last goodbye to his parents before being picked up by Ina. "Come on, little friend. Let's go home." Ina smiled softly and applied the collar to him. "...Dexter"
*present*
It was 4.55 and Ina did one last check if everything was on the right place. The squeeky pear on the table, the note next to it, and Dexter hiding with Ina in their bedroom. Ina's heart froze as she heard the front door open. "This is it, Dexter. This is it!!" Ina whispered excitedly to Dexter, and giving him a little kiss on his forehead.
"Babe, I'm home! Where are you, baby?" Bella asked. She walked towards the table and saw the squeeky pear lying on it. Next to it was a note. 'Squeeze me :D' was written on the note. So she did, she squeezed the pear, and when she did, Ina opened the door to their bedroom and Dexter started to run towards the squeeking sound.
When Bella heard the sound of little tippetytaps behind her, she turned around. And there he was, the black, fluffy, little furball, running excitedly towards Bella. Bella gasped, and fell to her knees, as the little pup was jumping up and down in excitement.
"Why hello there! How did you get in here buddy?" She said with the biggest smile on her face. Ina was watching her secretly through the door opening, being so insanely happy to capture this moment where Bella and her own dog meet each other for the first time. Dexter couldn't be more happy, jumping and barking (those tiny little barks were enough to make Ina's heart melt). Ina didn't even realise she had happy tears in her eyes until she felt them fall down her cheeks.
Bella kept petting the dog, and then she noticed the collar. "Why what a beautiful collar you have!" She saw the name on top of it. "Dex...ter?" Realisation hit her as Ina walked into the living room and sat next to her on the ground. "Ina, is this what I think it..." Bella was truly speechles. Ina smiled and kissed her cheek. "Happy birthday, sweetheart." On that moment, Dexter started to lick Bella's cheek, as if giving her a kiss too. Now happy tears started to shine in Bella's eyes too. "But I never told you... I mean how did you.... how did you know?" Ina smiled, patting Dexters head and putting an arm around Bella's waist. "I called your parents. I asked what would be the perfect gift, and one thing led to another, and here's Dexter." "Thank you. So, so much. I've always wanted a dog." "Me too, and now, we have many, many years to enjoy little Dexter here." Bella smiled and kissed Ina in the most grateful way ever.
*the following evening*
After a lot of cuddling, putting Dexters stuff in the living room and letting Dexter get to know his new home, it was time for bed. "Now, Dexter" Ina started "this is where you're going to sleep! You'll have a lot of nice dreams here" Bella smiled to herself as she saw Ina interacting with Dexter. It was the purest thing ever. "Sweet dreams, Dexter, tomorrow is going to be a very fun day" they left the livingroom door and bedroom door ajar, so that they could hear if everything was going well with Dexter.
*One hour later*
Ina and Bella were both asleep, until Bella felt something down her side. "Mmmhhh.... that tickles, Ina" "I'm not doing anything, sweetheart" Ina said, and Bella put their light on and pulled her blanket up, to reveal a very furry, smiling little Dexter. Apperantly it had been storming, and Dexter got a little scared. "Well hello there, mister. Where you scared of the thunder? Do you want your mommies to protect you?" Dexter gave Bella his best puppy dog eyes, as if asking if he could stay. "Well," Ina started "it's your first night, let's keep him here, just this once. But this will not be a habbit, understood, little man?" Little did Ina know it was going to happen a lot more times.
*three weeks later*
Ina, Bella and Dexter just came home from their evening walk. "Okay Dex!" Bella started "let's see if we can teach you some tricks." Ina took her glasses off, and took a treat in her hand. "Okay now... sit!" Dexter looked confused at Ina, so she tried again. "Dexter, sit." But Dexter was in a playful mood, and took Ina's glasses off the couch and started to run away. "DEXTER NO! COME HERE" But Dexter was already on the other side of the room. Ina's serious mode got on. "Dexter, this is not behaviour we want to see in this family. Now give me back my glasses." And just when Ina was about to grab the glasses from Dexters mouth, he ran away. Ina tried many more times to her her glasses back, but Dexter ran away from her ever single time. "Ina, he's a pup! You shouldn't treat him like he's a student! Or as any person!" Bella said through her laughs. "Well, you try it then! Winner gets to top tonight" "Hah. You, little miss, have got yourself a deal." "I am a smart, dare I say intelligent woman with a pHd, I can explain human behaviour and I've been nominated for awards for my research, I'm sure I can get a dog to drop a pair of glasses." "Shush! It's my turn now" she walks towards Dexter. "Oh Dexter come see what I've got! I've got the squeeky pear! Much better then some glasses, right? Come get the pear, boy, come get it!" She threw the pear, and whit that, Dexter dropped the glasses and runned towards the pear. Ina's eyes were wide and her mouth open. "Here let me close that for you" and with that, Bella closed Ina's mouth. "Looks like you have to prepare yourself for tonight. I'm top tonight."
So Ina did.
And Bella fucked her silly that night.
Ofcourse with the bedroom door closed, because they knew Dexter wasn't, and will not ever be ready to see that kind of things. Little do they know Dexter will be able to open doorknobs later.
*4 weeks later*
Bella was alone at home, crying. Ina had left home for work while they were having an argument.
"Sometimes I feel like work is more important to you then me."
"Bella, stop being sad over every little thing. I don't have time for this." She snapped back. And with that, left for work.
Dexter woke up from his little nap, and heard Bella crying. He went over to her and tried to cheer her up. He sat next to her on the couch and started to lick her tears away. Bella started to laugh a little. "You're a good boy, Dex. Sometimes Ina is a little stupid, but we love her anyways, right?" And with that, Dexter lied down, putting his head in her lap.
Later that night, Ina came home. She had a bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates with her. "Sweetheart, I'm very sorry I-" she cut herself off, because she saw Bella sleeping on the couch with Dexter in her arms. Ina couldn't help but smile a little. She put a blanket over the two of them and started preparing dinner. 'I guess a dog does make you feel happier, even when you're sad' Ina thought, as she was cutting up vegetables.
*one month later*
Ina and Bella were snuggled up on the couch together, with some snacks lying on the table, about to watch a movie together.
When the movie started playing, Dexter walked to them, sitting right before them, and introducing something he has never done before. 'The Infinite Stare'. When Dexter does this, he will stare at you without looking at something else, until you give him what he wants. "What does he want?" Ina whispered. "I have no idea" Bella whispered back, as she grabbed a piece of cheese off the table. She noticed Dexter's eyes following her hand, or more specificaly, the piece of cheese. "Oooh is that it?" Bella said excitedly. "You want the cheese? Can you catch it? 3... 2... 1..." and with that she threw it. And cute as Dexter might be, he is also very clumsy, so he tried to jump, but fell down to the ground. "Oh no, are you okay, Dex?" But Dexter simply ate the cheese, turned back to the couple and asked in his own way for another one. "This is going to be a long night." Ina mumbled. Bella chuckled and gave her a kiss on the lips. "Don't pout, babe, it's all part of the progress." She said, as she gave Dexter another piece of cheese.
When the movie ended, Bella had fallen asleep on top of Ina. Ina turned down the tv, made sure Bella was lying okay, and picked her up, bridal style, and carried her to their bedroom. Of course Dexter supervised, making sure Ina wouldn't drop Bella. After they settled in bed together, Ina could see Dexter's little puppy eyes over their bed, begging to come up there with them. Ina tried to be firm, but who could say no to those puppy eyes? "Alright Dex, come on." She patted on the bed. Dexter jumped, but fell off first time. Ina facepalmed herself, but couldn't help laughing. Then, Dexter jumped again, and was lying between her and Bella.
Dexter nuzzled his head in Ina's neck, so Ina had both Bella and Dexter in her arms. As she caressed Bella's stomach, and fluffed Dexter behind his ears, she couldn't help but feeling happy.
'Maybe this is what true happiness feels like' was the last thing she thought before she fell asleep as well.
The end
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Caught in his web, Chapter 53
TITLE: Caught in his web CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 53 AUTHOR: fanficshiddles ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki is a crime lord, a very dangerous man in the city. He is owed money, but the man is unable to pay Loki back, so Loki takes his daughter as payment instead.  RATING: M
Chloe had her work experience this week. She was really excited about it, and a little nervous. But Loki gave her a pep talk and had her go shopping with Amanda and Georgie to buy whatever she wanted for the week to make her feel better about it.
So of course, she splurged on new clothes. And a fancy new notepad with pen to take notes.
When she got to the fashion magazine building on the first day, she was made to feel welcome instantly from the receptionist. She introduced her to Holly, who was going to be her mentor for the week.
Holly was lovely, she explained everything she could possibly think of to Chloe. And kept telling her to ask as many questions as she wanted. There was no stupid question to be asked, she told her.
During the afternoon break, Chloe sat down to eat her lunch and she gave Loki a quick text.
C: Hey. It’s going absolutely amazing! Having so much fun already. As usual you were right about me being nervous for nothing. I was thinking of cooking tonight, so Tania can go early. XxX
L: I’ve already sent her home. But because I’m cooking for you tonight for a change. Glad you’re having a brilliant day, see you later. xxx
C: Ooo, awesome! Looking forward to it. Love you. xxx
Chloe was excited about Loki cooking her dinner tonight. It was a very rare occasion he cooked. But she had noticed that since the incident the other week, he was much more attentive and loving than ever before.
And she certainly wasn’t complaining.
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Loki smiled when he received Chloe’s reply. He slipped his phone into his pocket and as he looked up to the man on front of him, his face hardened.
‘You owe me money.’ He growled and got to his feet, stalking around his desk towards the terrified man who was kneeling on the floor, begging for more time. Loki had paused him in the middle of his plea while he had replied to Chloe, making the mans torture of not knowing what was going to happen even longer.
‘I do not have the time to deal with your blubbering and begging. I have a girl to get home to and cook for. So I will make this plain and simple.’ He walked around behind him and grabbed his hair, hauling his head back. He whipped out his dagger and placed the blade firmly against the man’s throat.
‘You either get my money to me by noon tomorrow. Or I will not only come after you, but I will also come after your wife and children. I know they live in that lovely little detached home in the outskirts of Camden opposite the park. So if you don’t want them to meet a swift ending, you will get me ALL my money by tomorrow.’ He snarled, pressing the blade into him enough to make him bleed.
‘Am I clear?’
‘Y… Yes.’ He stuttered, scared to move because of the blade.
‘Good. Now get the hell out of my sight.’ Loki snarled and pushed his head forward so he fell onto his face before scrambling up and out of Loki’s office as quickly as possible.
Loki pulled out a napkin and wiped his dagger clean. ‘Have Nelson come round the front, I’m heading home early.’
‘Will do. Have a good evening, boss.’ Samuel nodded and disappeared into the lift.
Loki smirked and slipped his dagger into his pocket and went to his desk. He opened the top drawer and pulled out the little box which held a beautiful bracelet for Chloe. He smiled and slid it into his pocket before making his way down to his car.
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When Chloe returned home, the smell of a lovely stew was wafting through the house and Bear came running to meet her at the door.
‘Hey buddy.’ She crouched down to greet the pup. ‘I still can’t believe how big you’re getting.’ She laughed as he licked her face.
‘Hello, doll.’ Loki grinned, watching.
Chloe looked up and laughed, he was wearing an apron over his suit. She’d never seen him wearing an apron before.
‘Are you not going to greet me as enthusiastically as Bear?’ She teased, taking off her jacket.
‘I can if you want me to.’ Loki growled and wiggled his eyebrows at her as he moved in on her and captured her in his arms. He bent down and started kissing all over her face, making her laugh and push at his chest.
‘Dinner smells good.’ She said as she sniffed at the air.
‘I hope you’ll like it. Come on, wine is waiting.’ Loki slipped his hand into hers and led her through to the kitchen, with Bear following behind at their heels.
‘How was your day? Did you enjoy it?’ Loki asked as he pulled a chair out for her and she sat down so he could tuck her in.
‘It was amazing. I think I’d quite happily work somewhere like that, actually. If my main plan doesn’t work out.’ She picked up her wine and took a sip as Loki sat down at the head of the table in his usual spot, joining her with the wine drinking.
‘Really? That good?’ He grinned.
‘It was.’ She nodded, smiling.
Loki was just so happy and relieved that she was back to normal. Happy and enjoying life again. The first few days after getting her home she had been a little quieter than normal. But once she went back to college and met with her friends again, her usual sparkle came flooding back. Everything was perfect now.
‘I have a little something for you.’ Loki smiled mischievously and pulled out the box from his pocket.
Chloe’s smile grew even larger as she opened the box and saw a beautiful charm bracelet. Already it had a dog charm and a heart charm.
‘You’re so soppy, you know that?’ Chloe grinned, toying with the heart charm. ‘Thank you so much, it’s beautiful.’
Loki put it on for her and leaned in to kiss her.
She waited at the table, drinking her wine while Loki went to serve the stew. It was his speciality and Chloe thought she had died and gone to heaven when she tasted it. It was gone so quick, and she just had to go back for seconds, making Loki laugh.
‘There’s plenty, so we can have leftovers tomorrow night. Or you can take some for lunch over the next few days.’ Loki suggested.
‘Lunch. That means I get it all!’ She playfully stuck her tongue out at him as she sat down with her seconds.
‘Watch it, girl. I’ll need to put that dirty tongue of yours to better use.’ He warned, narrowing his eyes at her.
After dinner, Loki didn’t give her much time to let her dinner go down, he coaxed her to the living room, abandoning his apron on the way.
‘Not very sexy.’ He chuckled, stealing kisses from her.
‘Not with stew spilled down it, no.’ Chloe giggled.
Loki slid his hands down her back, right down to squeeze her bum. Then he moved her over to the sofa and sat down, pulling her with him so she was straddling his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck while they kissed, his tongue delving deep into her mouth and moving slowly against hers.
She started grinding against him, feeling his bulge between her thighs as she pressed down to try and get as much friction as possible.
Loki gripped her hips tightly, moving her about on top of him. Though she didn’t need much help at all, she was as desperate and horny him.
Chloe reached down between them and hastily unbuckled his belt, she unzipped him and reached into his trousers, taking hold of his cock and squeezing. He gasped and bucked his hips up against her, groaning into her mouth.
She managed to pull him free and stroked him a few times, while he slid his hands up her body underneath her dress to toy with her breasts.
‘Undress for me, doll. I need to get inside you.’ He growled.
‘No need.’ She let go of his cock and lifted herself up slightly and hovered over him. As she moved down, he moaned as he felt her bare cunt rubbing across his tip.
‘Ooooo, you little minx.’ He growled and slid a hand under to stroke over her clit.
She was wet enough for him, so they both didn’t waste time and she sank down onto his cock. Her body welcomed him in with the usual delicious stretching and hitting every sweet spot inside her.
Loki rocked upwards and met with her movements, hitting nice and deep. She buried her face into his neck, whimpering as he took more control and guided her himself by holding her hips.
‘Ohhhh, yes, doll. You’re all mine.’ He growled and slid one hand up round her back, right up to tangle into her hair as he fisted her tightly and yanked, forcing her head back and exposing her neck to him.
He felt her clench around him as he sucked and nipped along her sensitive throat, growling like a mad man. But she just felt far too amazing around him, so soft and wet. Oh so tight.
Loki was so close, and he could tell that Chloe was too by the noises he was getting from her. He couldn’t hold back anymore, so he flipped them over and fucked her hard into the sofa, pinning her down with his body.
‘I’m never sharing you with anyone.’ He snarled, rutting into her like a wild animal.
Chloe came hard around his cock, crying out in pleasure. Pulling him with her as he moaned just as loud and emptied into her.
Both of them were sweaty and breathing hard while Loki throbbed for a little longer inside her, making sure not to waste a single drop. Chloe trembled as he kissed her forehead and smoothed a hand down her side.
She thought he was finished for the night… But no. Instead of pulling out of her, he grew hard within her again. He rolled them onto their sides, her back over the edge of the sofa. But Loki kept a hold of her, he wouldn’t let her fall.
He hiked her leg up over his thigh and started fucking her roughly again. This time he also slid a hand down to her backside and started probing at her anus with a finger. He covered it with their juices first, giving just enough lubricant so he could slide said finger into her back entrance.
She moaned and found herself pushing down on him, meeting with his thrusting and getting that finger as deep as possible.
‘Good girl.’ Loki rumbled as she hid her face into his chest while getting fucked into next week for the second time.
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yesthefandomfreakblr · a year ago
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G U Y S ~m~ f e e l i n g s
big long post WOOOOOOOOOOOO
so uhh i did a lot of daydreaming today during school as one does when they don't care and are running on -12 hours of sleep and one cup of chocolate milk in lucky charms. I did a lot of thining about this whole 'Ripred pretends to be a service animal AU I came up with andddd ngl i'm liking this a lot.
- Cormaci and Ripred are dedicated pen-pals via Gregor and Ripred confides that he's always wanted to see the museums in New York. they talk about how fun it would be and Cormaci rather enjoys hearing from the snarky, witty, and kind of sweet stranger.
-One day gregor hands him Cormaci's note and Ripred sends gregor with his reply after their echolocation lesson. "Dearly detestable, (a customary greeting for the two) I have a large service animal vest and shades if you want to use them. meet me at midnight and we'll make a plan. XOXO- Cormaci"
-Ripred is over the frikken moon you have no idea. they make a plan, he tries on the vest, they meet in the morning to go to the museum.... And Ripred can't. It's just too bright and too loud and too many people so close to him. everyone stares and many try to pet him. Ripred knows he can't attack people or talk, so he just pulls Cormaci back to central park and has a full blown panic attack five blocks before they make it. they make it to an alleyway and he just shakes and gasps for air. sensory overlaods, especially when you've never had one, are no frikken joke.
-He just sulks back in the quiet, normal smelling, tourist free underland that doesn't burn his eyes. a few days go by and Cormaci proposes a picnic in central park. way less crowded, and with his vest people are warned not to pet him anyway. Ripred gives it another go.
-it doesn't suck. it actually goes very very well. he has the time of his life seeing the ducks and the horse carriages and sunbathing. they do this three times a week and gradually he goes to stores with her and they run small errands. after about two months She can take him anywhere and he won't get overwhelmed. of course, Cormaci hardly takes him into places or restaurants because he's not a real service animal. while waiting to cross the street, Gregor warns him to watch his tail. "what you think I'm just gonna fling it out and hit someone??" he flings his tail out for emphasis and hits someone. -rager speed activate- he catches them and apologises profusely. the 5 foot 2 ich overlander cracks up and compliments him on his reflexes. She hangs out with them the rest of the day and pays for their ice cream. He actually gets her number and they part ways. I mean she's weirdly chill but some people are. at least she didn't sue or panic.
-he uses the library computers to watch training videos and look up the criteria for service animals. He, Cormaci, And gregor's family all help expose him to all of the scenarios and help get him ready. He spends a lot of time with Lizzie. with her smelling salts, puzzles, and emergency phone in his pockets, Lizzie goes places with just him. they go to the museums and nerd out together.
They meet with the registration managers, and after the worst day of Ripred's life, (vet checks and behavioral/training testing. letting people grab, pinch, pull, poke, and prod him places he'd rather them not.) He get's officially registered as Lizzie's service animal.
-Ripred is ecstatic to roam the overland as he pleases and be able to help Lizzie. but he soon realizes she's not the only one who needs his help. Ripred builds a trustworthy council for the gnawers with two head leaders to rule in his stead. and helps Luxa build a better council so that she can visit a few days a week. this takes like a month.
Gregor's dad needs to go back to work, but is still very weak. Ripred, the two days a week he lectures, goes with him and carries his papers, medicine, and anything else on his vest and lets Mr. Campbelle lean on him during lectures. it's very interesting to him and excruciating not to chime in. So during breaks they geek out on theories about anything. Ripred helps him overcome his PTSD from his time in the rat lands. Texting his new distant friend Ripred finds out that Ally, the girl he one-hit K.O'd, has horses and actually does equine therapy. she helps Gregor's family for free. Ripred gets kicked by a horse.
Gregor needs help catching up with school, so he does that when they get home. and after the war of time, Gregor just needs him a lot. Ripred spends two or three nights a week with the boy, and they go on a lot of walks. They either walk for hours in silence or Gregor just breaks and gushes like a waterfall. He doesn't want to trouble anyone with everything on his mind but Ripred is safe. he understands. Gregor talks to him and Ripred listens. occasionally offering bits of valuable advice.
three days a week he goes to school with Lizzie, and finds that her teacher is very good at chess. they get along just fine and he talks to her and even helps with her lesson plans, given this is her first year. at first she tries to call Lizzie's emergency contact. but it's him. He lounges around and is the gordon Ramsey of education. He coaches Lizzie through panic attacks and she is never once bullied when he's around. she learns things from him and makes a couple more friends on the chess team. He'll sweep the floor with any one of them. He mostly reads during class but occasionally, during tests, (when Lizzie is most comfortable,) he'll react to the high stress of another student and put his head in their lap. (test anxiety is something else) and because they're elementary school kids, they make a cult for the rat. they call him Mr. Rat and leave offerings like shiny trinkets or snacks. he privately tutors the class for an hour after school because of this (they can leave if they want but he's smart and funny) and they all learn morse code/ ace their tests. going with Lizzie to P.E is his favorite. everyone else hates it. they fear him. He's no longer allowed to play dodgeball.
Grace is home but can barely walk. on good days her lungs will suddenly give out and it's extremely dangerous. with no one else able to run errands, and desperate to get out of the apartment, she begrudgingly and sorrowfully asks for his assistance. she wishes she could cut ties with the underland for good, but her family desperately needs him. the 'service animal' thing was just so he could go to the museum, but now he's a part of their lives. She leans on him in the grocery store and he sniffs out the best products as well as pushes the cart. if she goes down he has her inhaler and knows what to do. and aside from that, he makes great company. he's funny and smart. and she can tell him things she can't tell her family. about her chronic anxiety, her nightmares, her depression, her constant fear for her children and fear they don't love her anymore for trying to protect them and fear she didn't do enough and fear it will all happen again but this time someone won't come back... He understands what it's like to lose everyone. He understands not telling people things. He lets her talk. and only offers what she needs.
He still hangs out with Cormaci and they go on little trips together, but He's very busy taking care of his family. He never anticipated it to go this far or be this much work, sleeping in the underland once or twice a week, eating most meals there. But Ripred had decided to help Lizzie, a little girl that was very much like his own deceased pup. and in that, got closer and closer to Gregor, who was like a son to him long before he knew of Cormaci. In caring for and, in a way, adopting these pups, he'd adopted their parents and become a cornerstone in their daily life.
about Ripred and Ally, yeah they still hang out as often as possible she lives a couple hours out in florida but stays at her friends a couple days a week in NYC. it's kind of strange to him, but he finds it helpful that she would do anything for him. he can call her anytime for anything and she'll drive out or stay up late and talk, or uber eats him a snack. he ends up telling her absolutely everything. she's a good listener. her horse hates him. she gives Gregor free riding lessons and makes the BEST ribs.she's cool about the underland thing and just lets him talk. which he's not used to. within a few months, she knows more about him than Lizzie or Luxa. she sees him ugly and sees him nice and doesn't hate him for either. yeah she has a big crazy personality but if he accepts her, she'll return the favor tenfold. it takes a while but he gets used to having someone love him like a dog. she's kind of a dog. She knows what he's done, good and bad. and she's cool with it. but if he ever ever lies to her. she will never trust him again. he knows she's not lying.
Ripred supervises Gregor and Luxa's first date getting pizza and starbucks and going to a movie. He nips at someone's ankles for attempting to interfere.
Lizzie's panic attacks become more rare. to the point she doesn't need Ripred at school. Gregor's father no longer needs to lean on him, and can carry his own things. Grace returns to work and only needs her inhaler maybe once a week. Gregor is healing to the point he doesn't sneak out of his room and curl up with Ripred at night.
But none of them, not even Grace, want hm to leave. He experiences all of the Holidays with them during their first year together and he loves them all. food. Luxa joins to along with Cormaci of course. on Halloween he and Lizzie go as little red riding hood and the big bad wolf. gregor and luxa dress as bats. Gregor all black and Luxa a stunning gold. Ripred fights airport security. he tells his overlander friend, Ally, all about it. she thinks he's a bad-A.
As he is needed less and less Ripred goes back to the underland and helps Keep the peace. he was doing ok sending messages from the overland, but his presence is certainly needed more than twice a week. especially Luxa. she needs time alone to speak with a father figure, especially with Vikus's health fading. He helps relieve the pressure and helps her relax. She becomes like a daughter to him, Aurora as well. RIpred comes at a moments notice if any human male shows interest in his baby girl. He even brings Ally down and she honestly would kill to ride a bat. she gets to ride a bat. with everyone constantly dumping their problems on him and them having so many, Ally becomes vital to his mental health. to just have someone to relax with, to talk to to get Denny's at 2:00 AM with.
the years are long and full of hardships, love, and light. Gregor's family becomes more financially sound, they can comfortably afford to feed Ripred now, and go on annual trips. Luxa and Howard go to Hawaii. Vikus passes away two years after the COC, and Gregor's grandmother shortly after. Gregor's family decides to stay in new york. Ripred, Luxa, and Howard go to Virginia for a month with gregor's family in the summer and have the time of their lives. He brings Ally everywhere he can she makes him food, they joke together, sometimes stay at each others places, have a pick up lines war, and she's actually a valuable ally in meetings for writing things down and even contributing. they know everything about eachother. He often thinks to himself that she's every bit as sassy and kind as his mate, and if she were a gnawer, he wouldn't hesitate. but she's human.
and after four more years, at the age of nineteen, Gregor and Luxa are married. though they are no longer bonds, (the council decided you can only have one bond as not to split loyalties) Ripred walks Luxa down the aisle and takes his place beside gregor. where Ares would have stood. Gregor's mother is proud to call Luxa her daughter. Ally brings Luxa a pet cat, as is viking tradition for newlyweds to have one in their home. Ally's weird. but they like her.
Gregor's family half lives down there now and the gnawers and human tensions are almost nonexistent after so many years.
Ripred is godfather to all eight of Gregor and Luxa's children. and though he's starting to ache in the leg he broke in COC, his age starting to climb, it's not too much for him to play with his godpups or wrestle with Gregor. he'd be like mid 50's as human. (another reason he could never be with Ally, She's 25.) He attends Lizzie's wedding in the underland to hazard when she turns twenty. after all that time, he's nearly thirty, and plays a little less rough. he has another decade or two in him and is happy to live it. life has been hell to him... but now he's found heaven. he keeps his tears to himself watching his massive family, not of blood, but of choice, grow in a place that is not torn by war. a place where the walls are made of stone and a place where the sun shines. He doesn't mind people touching or hugging him anymore and you see his real smile a lot more often. but he's still too mean to die. snarky and sassy as ever. but a lot happier. in a bittersweet kind of way. he will never forget his wife or his pups, but he knows she'd be happy for him. and it doesn't hurt to think of them.
He may have been the registered service animal, but they were all helping him right back.
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Adorable dogs seeking forever homes in Dorset
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Hundreds of people bought dogs during lockdown, with many finding the experience to be life enhancing for all. But as business picks up and furloughed staff return to their everyday working lives, pets are being abandoned like never before.
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Noah
This handsome two-year-old male lurcher was shy when he first arrived at Margaret Green, but he has steadily grown in confidence and is now ready to be rehomed. His bio reads: “I absolutely love running around chasing after my squeaky toys and playing off lead with my trusted friends, but I also enjoy a good cuddle with the staff.”
He is still wary of children and other dogs, and would be most comfortable as the only dog in an adult-only home. As a sighthound, bred to hunt small game, he would also not be suited to a home with small pets like rabbits or guinea pigs.
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Mable
Three-year-old female ex-racing greyhound Mable is “a very sweet girl who enjoys going for walks and having off-lead time in enclosed paddocks with sighthound friends”. Her bio adds: “As I am an ex-racer I would not be able to live with cats or small furries.“
She can, however, live with other sighthounds, provided they meet and get along. In addition, staff at Margaret Green believe that Mable would be happy to live in a house with teenage children.
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Mable the greyhound (Image: Margaret Green Animal Rescue)
Blake
At roughly four years old, energetic Blake is “a very bouncy boy who loves to meet new people and dogs”. Staff at Margaret Green describe him as a “very playful” character who loves to “run around doing zoomies with [his]dog friends”.
He would get on with other dogs and older children. But his sighthound breeding means he would imperil the lives of cats and other small, furry pets.
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Blake the lurcher (Image: Margaret Green Animal Rescue)
Rusty
One-year-old Rusty is a sprightly boy who still needs some training and, as such, requires rehoming with experienced adult dog owners. He would cope with visiting children, but their permanent presence could upset him as he can be “quite unsure and worried in certain situations”.
While he enjoys meeting other dogs and playing off lead, he demands a lot of attention and struggles to share his toys. But staff insist that he could live with “a confident cat”.
Rusty and his rehomeable roommates can be viewed on the Margaret Green Animal Rescue website. This also has contact information for anyone wanting to arrange a visit.
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Rusty the wire haired dachshund (Image: Margaret Green Animal Rescue)
Tucker
Another lurcher, but by no means one to be forgotten, Tucker is described as “full or energy and fun” (pictured main image). The male lurcher is 10 months old and is still a youngster at heart. Tucker loves playing with toys and having you throw them high in the air so he can catch them again.
Tucker can live with another dog, and older children, but not cats. He is looking for an active home with a family that are happy to continue his training.
Duke
Three-year-old Duke is our final greyhound and an ex-racer. As you would expect, he loves being out and about and playing with toys. Duke is looking for an adult home where he is the only pet and he will give you lots of play time in return. He loves squeaky toys and sniffing around everywhere he goes.
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steveandtorixinthemiddle · a year ago
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Steve, Tori, and X in the Middle
Hello and Welcome to our new blog (If I’m being completely honest, I will probably be the one posting the most) about the next adventure in our lives. I suppose we should introduce ourselves. Let’s start with Steve because he’s the funny one.
Who is Steve? Well he has been a construction worker in various fields for most of his adult life. In 2011 he discovered Wii golf, which got him interested in the actual game. At first it was just playing on his PS3, but eventually we were able to find a decent set of second-hand clubs meant for a lefty. The first time he came home from the golf course (after what he described as the most horrible round in history) he was grinning from ear to ear and happier than I had seen him in a long time. He said he didn’t get remotely close to par, but he’d enjoyed himself immensely. He has gotten better but says he will never be a pro.
Steve is funny. I mean gut-splitting, spit milk out your nose, pee your pants funny. Most of his quiet little comments go unnoticed by those who don’t know him, and they are missing a lot of laughs because of it. He has bought nearly every stuffed animal I own (and I own a lot of them, mostly ladybugs) because he enjoys making other people smile. Okay, mostly me.... Then again, he also worked two jobs to put me through college, so you have to know he’s a good guy.
Funnily enough, people actually think Steve looks a little scary. I don’t usually see it though. I see a big teddy-bear, or a really goofy guy who just wants to have fun. Sometimes I accuse him of being a ten-year-old in the body of a grown man (I guess like BIG) because he loves fart jokes and many of the other things every boy I’ve ever known has liked. This man used to sit down and watch a couple hours of Sponge Bob when our son was small. He watches Red Green, Monty Python, Mythbusters, and the Mel Brooks movies and wishes he could do something like that.
Now me, I suppose. Well, I’m in my late thirties, but sometimes feel three times my age. I haven’t had an easy life (who has?) and my body is feeling it. In 2017 I had a pretty bad fall that resulted in lingering pain for years. Pain so bad that I couldn’t even walk. We had no medical insurance at the time (we were poor, but not poor enough, and living in SC, a state that didn’t take kindly to the ACA), which meant that the injury went untreated, even undiagnosed.
If the physical injury wasn’t enough (it really was if you ask me), the meds that they gave me to treat my PTSD were late a couple times. It was a medication with a warning I was never given. Occasionally someone will withdrawal from certain medications in such a way that it causes damage. This particular withdrawal caused me to have seizures, brain zaps (which can only be described as electricity zipping through your head every time you move it, or even your eyes) and suicidal thoughts so severe my husband had to take several days off work just to sit with me.
All totaled I was trapped mostly in bed or in a wheelchair. I was depressed and anxious. My PTSD was worse than ever. I was feeling hopeless and alone all the time, and I honestly wasn’t sure if there was any reason to keep going. I would have really great days, when I was able to get my wheelchair down the ramp, take the bus to the store, even see my friends. And then there would be days when my hip would lock and I would fall down.
After a fall I could usually expect to be trapped for days in my bed, in unending pain, and mostly alone as my husband had to work, walk the dog, take care of me, do all of the household chores, and literally everything else. My only contribution to our life was using the phone to pay bills and make cigarettes. I felt like I was a burden to my husband. It just got worse and worse and I didn’t see an end.
It’s interesting what life gives you sometimes. One afternoon, when I couldn’t find any inspiration for a fanfiction story I was working on, I started looking on YouTube for anything that would keep me entertained. As I was scrolling through, I saw a video from Trent & Ally (Experienced Van Builder Creates Masterpiece (4k) Van Tour). When the video ended I remember thinking, ‘if I’m going to be stuck in bed all the time, I wish it moved.’ I had no hope of having “van-life” adventures. Not with my health so bad, or with my mental health not much better. Still, it gave me something to dream about.
Then one day my husband sat down in his chair across from the bed, looked me in the eye, and said “we’re going back to Maine.” He’d had enough of seeing me suffer. So, we came back to Maine. It didn’t work out the way we planned. We had to leave our dog Chyko with my cousin (his original owner, who had raised him from a pup) and his family and take the train and a bus to get there, which meant leaving almost everything behind for the second time (we’d done that when we moved to SC after I found my mom).
Almost immediately after getting to Maine we were able to rent a lot with an old trailer on it (1972) not far from Steve’s brother. Right after moving in, I applied for Maine Care, which is Maine’s version of Medicaid. After a while, with the proper medication and a LOT of hard work, I started to get better. First it was just walking from the bedroom to the kitchen. Then I wasn’t staying in bed all day anymore, I would sit at the table. After a while I was walking several times a day from one end of the trailer to the other.
You should have seen my husband’s face when I told him I was going to walk to the store for the first time. I actually thought he might cry. He walked beside me the whole way, telling me over and over how proud he was of me and grinning from ear to ear as he “showed me off” to the people of the town he had grown up in.
It’s funny the way things happen. Covid shut down the country. More and more I wanted out of my house. I took over walking the dogs (who we adopted from Steve’s brother when they moved to a place that wouldn’t allow dogs) twice a day. I started going out with my sister-in-law to stores and walking through them, first in my walker, and more recently on my own two feet with absolutely no help!
Over the past year I have gotten stronger. I will never be where I was before. I will never walk 23 miles with a toddler on my back again (yes, I did that once). I won’t be skydiving, or cliff jumping, or any of the major things I wish I could have tried at least once when I was young enough to survive (he he he). Still, I have a lot of life ahead of me. I’m glad my husband didn’t let me give up.
And now we are preparing for our next adventure. We are going to buy a shuttle bus and turn it into our home on the road. We have several reasons for this. One of those reasons is to pay off all of my outstanding medical bills. I literally owe so much that if I keep paying at my current rate it will take me 417.8 years to finish. So in part, I suppose this is about making sure we don’t leave that debt to our son.
There are other reasons though. One of them is that I would dearly love to meet a few of the couples/families/individuals I began following on YouTube over the past three years. Another reason is because we will never be able to afford a retirement on what my husband makes working in a grocery store (which was his only option after moving here) and we need to go where the work is. We also want to see the country, find out who we are now that “mom and dad” aren’t our biggest titles anymore, and to keep us both active and healthy.
(Okay, and because someone told me I couldn’t do it and I’ve never been able to resist proving people wrong when they say that, so long as I actually WANT to do it).
I’m sort of hoping my husband can put together a show of his own, that people actually enjoy watching on YouTube. Sort of a mix bag kind of show that brings in elements from his favorite shows and movies that really speak to us both. We would love to make videos about how and where to fish, or how to get a fishing license in a state other than your own. I’d even like to do my own short segment, sort of like what Mariah Alice does in her videos. Just talking about what I’m feeling, and why. Figuring out where I go from here.
And... both of us want to help others in our situation (low income) make a go of the life. We watched, horrified, over the last year as more and more people lost everything to wild-fires, floods, even evictions. We want to make it possible for other people to take their homes on the road with them. We want to help families who are really struggling figure out what to do next. And we want to really join in the community (which will be hard with my social anxiety, but not impossible).
Mostly, I think we just want to live while we still have time. I’m done existing. I want to really enjoy what is left of my life. And I want to keep getting better. If I am ever going to check off the last item on my bucket list (WALKING the full length of the Appalachian Trail) then I need to get much stronger than I am now.  
As for who is traveling with us...
The young Marine in the picture is our son, Tim, who has made us incredibly proud. He lives on base and seems to be doing very well. I wish he would call more, but what can I say, he’s an adult now and deserve the right to start his life, not keep his mom worry-free. He won’t be traveling with us, unless he decides to visit when he can build up some leave time.
If you look at the picture of me lying on the couch covered in dogs however, you will meet Madison (a twelve year old pitt mix) who we adopted from Steve’s brother. She is sweet and affectionate, but tends to bark at strangers and friends alike (you can only tell the difference by the beating your knees take from her tail). Beside her is Avalanche, her son, whose name fits him perfectly. His father was mostly lab, which shows. He is super affectionate, and if he doesn’t get my attention he will put his paws on my leg and lick me half to death until he does.
Both our dogs tend to bark when there are strangers around, though we are trying to get them into the habit of only giving one bark, to warn us. Unfortunately it is a bit more difficult to retrain older dogs, so it hasn’t been as easy as it was with retraining Chyko. Thankfully neither of them have huge health issues, but Madison is getting older. We’re hoping that since she isn’t full-blood pitt she will live a little longer than it says online.
Our plan is to stay in Maine during the summers, except perhaps an occasional trip, and mostly travel in the fall, winter, and spring. We do want to avoid the heat (mostly because my husband is afraid I will go supernova and take half a state with me if I get too hot), but we really want to see our son and visit with our other family down south, but then we will probably follow the weather to avoid costs associated with heating or cooling.
Right now we are just at the beginning. We’ve only just made the decision and haven’t even gotten our shuttle bus yet (though we are looking for the right one). We are gathering the supplies we will need to start. We plan to live in the bus during most of the build. Basically we have to do the insulation and redo the floor, walls, and ceiling of the bus before we build out anything, but the whole idea of hooking up the solar terrifies me and makes my husband a bit nervous too, so we will probably wait on everything but a little Jackery until we really know more.
We’ve been watching hundreds of YouTube videos a week for the past two weeks! We have a list of the things we NEED, and the things we want. Right now we are focused on needs first. Things like the ability to cook and wash dishes and have light at night. There is so much more to do, and it will probably be fall before we even get on the road in a barely renovated bus.
We might be crazy. We probably are. A least a little insane. Still, if that crazy makes us happy, gets us out of debt, lets us figure out who we are now, and enables us to see friends and family we dearly love and miss, then I’ll take a bit of that crazy any day of the week.
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capcarolsdanver · a year ago
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I’m rewatching Friends because I’m just in the mood and gosh, this show isn’t really that good and it’s very overrated but I still enjoy it. Lmao. Definitely love Phoebe’s song “smelly cat” though. It gave me an idea too. If there’s even a chance that I meet Brie’s pups, I’m going to sing it to Bowie. It goes like this: “🎶 smelly dog, smelly dog, what are they feeding you? 🎶” 😌. There’s a good chance Bowie will lash out at me but it’s alright. He’s my king and Jonathan is sweet enough that I won’t mind Bowie’s antics. There’s also a good chance that Brie would step on me and choke me and that’s a dream come true. Uhaul gf can join in the choking and it would be a threesome fantasy of mine that would come true. 😌
Oof yes as much as I absolutely love the show, it’s one that unfortunately has not exactly aged well. A lot of the jokes and storyline’s they have wouldn’t be well received today I don’t think
Also lmao yeah that for sure would start a fight 😂😂 especially if it’s sung as badly as Phoebe sings Smelly Cat hahaha
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