"This is Flynn. I'm probably off getting laid, so keep your pants on... or not. Either way, you'll have to wait for me to get back to you. Leave a message if you're game."


[Contact the muse or mun via this post]

LINK: Pay packet tonight is escorting to an orgy... I think I might need a joint.

LINK: Becoming a porn star was looking better every day.

35.7. Uncertain

Co-written with justalilcontact

Since the Doc had been feeling better, and since their time in bed together the other night, she could see him getting stronger. It was why she didn't argue when he said he wanted to take Mia and Daisy to the park for a little while. Rogue still made him promise to call the second he felt like he couldn't handle it, and she'd come bail him out. So far no call, and it had been half an hour. She was hoping it really was because her husband, daughter, and dog were okay, and not because Chase had passed out, or anything. Maybe she should go after them?

( She was standing in the foyer of their home, her weight shifting from foot to foot as she kept changing her mind between going after them, or staying here and being the trusting wife... )

All muses referenced with permission and are from the princeton2nyc universe


Word Count | 2,174

"That old saying, how you always hurt the one you love, well, it works both ways."

LINK: Two weeks and counting with no news or no sign of return, leaving the unspoken question of whether he even wanted to come home at all.

15.10. Touch My Body - Mariah Carey
Touch my body
Put me on the floor
Wrestle me around
Play with me some more
Touch my body
Throw me on the bed
I just wanna make you feel
Like you never did.
Touch my body
Let me wrap my thighs
All around your waist
Just a little taste
Touch my body

Co-written with doesntwaltz
[Follows THIS]

A hotel. Always usually the best option for jobs. The only thing was, Flynn wasn't exactly sure if this was meant to be a job or a favour. Different circumstances, entirely. A favour meant his standard working rules rules probably wouldn't apply, though he would insist on enforcing them if the chick was a horse's ass. According to Tab, she was hot, though. Still, Tab was married and Flynn couldn't bank on her deduction powers being as reliable anymore. For obvious reasons, he wasn't much of a fan of marriage, even if he didn't begrudge others indulging in it.

( He was dressed in tight black leather pants and a form-hugging white shirt with a few of the top buttons undone. He liked the jobs that meant he didn't need to get dolled up in a bloody suit... )


Word Count | 2,266

9.8. Some Like It Hot


( He rocked his hips forward, displaying his assets to his client who was sprawled naked beneath him, and slowly trailed the tip of his tongue enticingly up the side of the thin leather whip balanced in his hand... )


Remy LeBeau [dontdotricks] referenced with permission



Word Count | 474

"A habit is something you can do without thinking - which is why most of us have so many of them." (Quote by Frank A. Clark)

LINK: Number 3482: never kiss a client on the mouth.

13.5.3. Seek medical advice

Co-written with doctortara

[Follows THIS and set a couple of weeks after THIS]

Flynn smiled as the Campbell bundle of joy was gently placed into his arms. Before Tara backed away, she made sure the baby blankets were all neat and the little blue hat with bear ears was sitting straight on her son’s tiny blond head. He smelled of baby powder and vanilla and Flynn felt a pang of what was probably regret in his chest. “He’s a gorgeous little guy, Tara. You must be bursting with pride,” he noted and then looked up at her wryly. “And don’t worry about walking on eggshells here. I’m aware Maddy and Remy asked you to talk to me. I’m not pissed off. I know I’ve hardly been easy to deal with lately.”

( Tara sat down on the sofa beside him, folding Riley’s baby bib from his recent feed over in her lap... )

All muses referenced with permission and are from the princeton2nyc universe


Word Count | 1,065

15.8. Bravado

Co-written with canmakeufeel

[Follows THIS & THIS]

Flynn dropped his keys and wallet on the kitchen counter and tipped the two little orange pill bottles from the paper pharmacy bag. He caught the second one just before it rolled off the counter onto the floor and quickly read over the labels on them. He shook his head, more than a little aggravated at the outcome of his doctor's appointment and then set the bottles down again to rub at his eyes tiredly and slowly. The lack of sleep was just making him feel like crap and whenever his doctor started waving blood tests in his face again, it always set him on edge. He didn't want to be reminded that he was a cancer survivor. Sure, it was a feat and much better than the alternative, but he was better when he didn't need to think about it. He was better when he felt well and since that bitch took it upon herself to assault him, he had felt anything but well.

( The physical injuries from the incident were healing... )

dontdotricks & paramedically referenced with permission


Word Count | 1,970

33.1. Rest

[Follows THIS, THIS and THIS]

Flynn rubbed his fingers across his forehead with a slight shake of his head. “You’re fucking kidding me, right?” He sighed and leaned forward to put his head in his hands. “Fucking hell.”

( “It will clear right up with some strong antibiotics,” the doctor explained, annotating his script pad with the medication Flynn would need... )


Word Count | 453

Track 02. Don't be shy, baby, don't be careful with me
Let it go, let it 'solve me down
[‘White Chocolate Space Egg’ – Liz Phair]

Co-written with canmakeufeel

[Follows THIS]

Flynn was sitting slumped on the sofa sipping a mug of black tea when Maddy appeared in the living room that morning. The blanket he had in the early hours of the morning after getting home had been discarded in a messy pile on the floor and the only time he had moved all morning was to make the tea to settle his stomach. He had woken with a queasy sensation in it but he knew it was just residual from his trauma the night before. He hadn't slept much either, but he wasn't opposed to leaving his stagnant arse on that very sofa for the remainder of the day. He had called his agency as soon as the clock ticked over to 9am and cancelled every appointment that coming week. He didn't give any explanation beyond saying he had a family emergency. It wasn't a lie. He was his own family... sort of. "Mornin', love," he murmured and cleared his throat. His hands were tucked possessively around the mug as he enjoyed the warmth of the porcelain. "Sleep well?"

( Madison arched an eyebrow and looked at Flynn. She was trying to work out what had happened. It wasn't often that he came home without crawling into their bed, even with Remy gone... )

All muses referenced with permission


Word Count | 2,315

9.8. "You snobs! You stupid... stuck-up... half-witted... upper-class piles of... pus!"
| Fawlty Towers

Flynn scooped up a handful of water from the tap and splashed it onto his face. The excess spilled down his wrists and bare chest as he looked at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. It was nearly three in the morning and he had only just made it home from being on the job. Driving was a slow process after you’ve been attacked. He looked down at the bleeding scratches across his chest and over his shoulders. He knew his back was in much the same condition. Workplace hazards and all that. He always knew deep down what he risked in a job like his, but he had been lucky – until now – to have clients who respected him.

She had been new. He hadn’t ever been booked by her before. She was a rich bitch and Flynn knew she had an attitude from the get-go. She paid for him so she could do or say whatever the fuck she pleased on her clock. So she thought, anyway. Flynn always had a policy that if he was treated rough, he would walk away. In fact, they signed a contract upon making an appointment to agree to this. The bitch had signed, but she clearly had a different notion of what her money paid for than what Flynn was offering.

( First, she wanted to kiss him on the mouth. He didn’t kiss clients on the mouth. Never had, and never would... )

Madison James [canmakeufeel] referenced with permission


Word Count | 665

9.2.6. What is something in your life that occured that you never expected or anticipated? How did you deal with it?

Co-written with straight2point

[Follows THIS]

Harri should have been having second thoughts by now. She was effectively inventing a test for Marcus Fraser to see if he was more than his ten inches. Unlike Cameron she had had no opportunity to get to know him. He'd gotten under her skin, but all that had done was infuriate her and lead to a brief bout of angry elevator sex. Angry elevator sex that had kept her warm every night since. Talking to Aiden had given her an idea, and even cemented in her mind that if she considered Mr Fraser worthy, that it would be in her best interest to try and pursue him.

She knocked softly on an apartment door and waited in the hall, still clad in her suit from work. There was only one person she would currently trust with taking a decent image of her naked, and luckily he'd agreed to give her a few moments of his time. She hadn't actually filled him in on the plan but she figured if anyone could pull it off, Flynn Hunter could.

( Flynn finished off his cigarette and stubbed it out in the ashtray... )

All muses referenced with permission


Word Count | 3,284

9.7. Morning

Co-written with dontdotricks

[Follows THIS]

Warm arms circled around Remy’s waist and he glanced over his shoulder to offer his lover a faint smile. “You should be sleeping, mon amour,” he said and rubbed his palm against Flynn’s arm. “And you shouldn’t be out in the cold.”

“Don’t you be trying to passive aggressively lecture me, hot stuff,” Flynn returned with a laugh. “If anyone should be out of the cold, it’s you. I really need to pull the clingy boyfriend routine and have a go at you for all this smoking alone. Don’t you know a smoke is better shared?”

( Remy smirked. “A smoke shared is a smoke halved, ami,” he pointed out, but offered the half-spent cigarette to his lover anyway... )

Madison James [canmakeufeel], Lachlan Campbell [drcampbell], Patrick Preston [sexyinscrubs] & Pyro [realnamepyro] referenced with permission


Word Count | 980

And what's this about needing distractions? Has something happened?

Your Spiritual Number is One

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