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Frat Boy- l.r.h.

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I sighed while thumbing through the stack of papers on the desk that were waiting to be completed. I was currently working on physics- my worst subject. As soon as I began to work, a crowd of voices entered the room. Turning around, I encountered my sorority sisters who were all laughing. Yeah, I’m a sorority girl. We’re all apart of Alpha Phi, the hot girls who did well in their classes, but didn’t choose the big majors, and we partied... a lot. Which is exactly why I’m having trouble with my subjects, because I had gone to class hungover from the Frat party we went to last week. 

“I heard there’s a Frat party tonight.” One of the girls, Leah, said to the group. I instantly stopped writing and listened in on the conversation.

“Yeah, isn’t it at Alpha Delta?” Another girl asked. My heart instantly dropped. There had been one of the frat boys that shared nearly every class with me, which was another reason I hadn’t been able to get all of my work done. He was the most attractive person I had ever seen, and I couldn’t concentrate around him. 

Checking the time, I silently cursed to myself. My last class of the day started in nearly 15 minutes, which also happens to be one of the classes I share with the Adonis. I shoved my earbuds in my ears and gathered my textbooks before exiting the house. I hurried across campus to the correct building, just when the door swung open, knocking me back and causing the books to drop from my arms to the ground. Stumbling, I tore the earbuds from my ears and went to yell at the person who was in such a hurry to leave the building but came up speechless as my eyes met the blue ones of the special frat boy, I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about. 

“(y/n)?” He spoke causing my mouth to run dry. My heartbeat harshly in my chest as I stared at him. 

“H-How do you know my name?” I asked finally after moments of silence.

“We have pretty much every class together, you know?” I nodded, still allowing my eyes to bore into his. “And I see you at all the parties.”

“Yeah, my sorority sisters make me go.”

“Ah, not a partier then?”

I shrug. “Depends on my mood, I guess.” He smiles at my response before crouching down to gather my textbooks. 

“Well, then I hope I can put you in the mood to come to my frat’s party tonight?”

“We’ll see,” I say with a smirk, finally gaining my confidence back.

“We will.” He replies, smiling back at me. He stood back up and extended his arms that held my books in them. I pulled them into my chest and watched as he opened the door for me to enter. I decided to sit myself in the middle row so I didn’t drag too much attention to myself, but just enough so that the professor will think I’m listening enough to not call on me. 

The door of the classroom opened again, and a loud laugh followed. There, entering the building was Calum Hood. Another frat boy, who was also part of the same frat as the pretty blonde boy across the room. They walked up to one another, joking around and shoving one another in the isle of seats. I was pushed out of my daze by a hand squeezing my upper arm. 

“See something you like- or should I say someone?” I turned around and met the mischievous eyes of Ashton Irwin, my sorority sister Leah’s, boyfriend. 

“Shut the hell up.” I grumbled. 

“I hear his frat is having a party tonight.”

I nod, gulping at the thought. “Yeah, they are. What’s it to you?”

“Leah told me. She also told me that you have the hots for-” Before he could say anything further, I cupped a hand over his mouth.

“I swear, if you ruin this-” I was cut off by him licking the palm of my hand causing me to move it away from him. “You’re disgusting.”

“Not as disgusting as the sex you’re-”

“What about sex?” A perky voice questioned while plopping in the seat beside me. I groaned, turning to who I already knew was Michael. 

“You guys are going to ruin this for me.”

“Ruin what exactly?” Mikey asked. Ashton nodded his head over at the blonde who was talking to Calum. 

“Miss (y/n) has a crush on our boy Luke.” I let my head fall into my hands and sighed. 

“I don’t have a crush on him. I just- think he’d look good like... I don’t know. In my bed?”

Mikey laughed. “And your car, and in the shower-” 

“Okay, okay. Can you guys please stop giving me shit?” I begged.

“Alright, students!” A loud voice boomed through the room. We all stopped our conversations and faced the professor. “Today, we’re learning about the reproductive system!” Ah, right, anatomy. Of course, it had to be today that we learned how the penis ejaculates.

*

I ran my fingers through my now curled (h/c) hair as I stared at my makeup that Leah had done for me. She sat back with her arms crossed and a smirk spread across her face. “Well, don’t you look hotter than before.”

I laughed, “thanks. I’m fucking nervous.”

“Babe, Luke won’t be able to control himself. You know how he is.” I sighed. Yeah, Luke was the type to get around on campus. That’s why I hated myself for having growing feelings for the guy. I usually avoided going to the same parties as him, but I couldn’t avoid the sexual tension for long. I used to tutor him, our sophomore year, it took everything in me not to drop on my knees. He had me weak every time I saw him. Everyone could see it, hell, I think he could too. 

“You really think so?”

“Have you not heard the things he’s said about you?” I shook my head. “Well, maybe if you didn’t have your earbuds in your ears all the damn time, you’d know.”

I blushed at her words and stood up, finally ready. I had fishnet tights over my legs along with a tight black dress that stopped barely midthigh. Platform heels decorated my feet and strapped up my ankles. Along with it all, I decided against any sort of undergarments in hopes that I’d get lucky with a specific hot blonde. 

“Alright, I’m ready.” Leah grinned and dragged me out the door. We walked for a few minutes along the sidewalk in the cool October air until we finally met with the huge fraternity. They had a huge sheet with spray painted Greek lettering on it in order to stick out to everyone attending the party. The sun had already set and people were walking up the path to the double doors of the house. Ashton was waiting, leaning against one of the pillars of the house while chatting with Michael and Calum. I gulped, squeezing the arm of Leah who gave me a reassuring look.

“You’ll be fine, just go in and take a few shots.” I nodded and followed her up to the boys.

“Ah, you actually came!” Calum cheered while staring at me.

“Me?” I asked.

“Yeah, Luke said he invited you.” He said with a grin. “You look good, by the way.” And with that, he walked inside. Leah looked over at me and smirked.

“I told you they think you’re hot.” She says while elbowing my side. I giggled and rolled my eyes. 

“Alright, Mikey. Come in and take some shots with me.”

“You convinced me. Let’s go.”

We walked inside and were instantly met with the dank smell of weed and booze. I took a deep breath in order to get used to the smell and looked around. I seemed to be one of very few girls who decided to dress like this for a party, but I didn’t mind. Eyes trailed behind me as I walked, and I loved it. One of the many perks of being apart of Alpha Phi.

“Damn, (y/n), you’re like a fucking celebrity.” Mikey joked while nudging me. I finally reached the alcohol and poured us each a shot of some Pink Whitney. We clinked our glasses together and threw our heads back, letting the harsh liquid flow down our throats. I clenched my eyes together, shaking my head. 

“Alright, another one.” Mikey grabbed the bottle, laughing at my words as he poured the alcohol into the small glass. With another tilt of my head, my second shot was down then a third and a fourth only minutes later.

“(y/n)?” I turned around towards the voice and met with Luke who stood there with an unopened beer in his hand. 

“And that’s my queue to leave.” Mikey said while walking away.

“I came.” I told him while gesturing to myself.

“Yeah, you look hot.” He compliments, eyeing my form a few times to take in my appearance.

I swallowed my pride and smiled at him, “so do you.”

Luke seemed to think for a second before speaking. “Do you want to grab a beer and go out on the balcony with me?” He asked, shocking me.

“I, uh, yeah. Sure.” Bending down into the cooler, I felt his eyes on me the entire time. I smirked, wrapping my hands around a cold can and stood back up. He reached out to grab my hand and lead me through the large crowd of people up the stairs. There were a few straggling drunks in the hallway of the second story, but no one that was watching as he took me out the double doors of the balcony. I cracked open the can and sipped on the beer nervously, waiting to see what his plan was.

“So, is this the part where you kill me?” I joke while watching as he popped his can open as well.

“Actually, it’s the part where I tell you what I want to do to you.”

“Wait, what?”

“I said, I just wanted to talk.” What the fuck am I thinking? Nodding, I allowed him to go on. “I wanted to hang out with you alone, but a party is fine too.”

“Mhm,” I mumble against the cold can of beer against my lips. Luke seemed to let his eyes trail down my legs covered in the lacey material before throwing his head back.

“Fuck the small talk.”

“What do you-“ Before I could finish my sentence, he had taken three intimidating steps towards me and cupped my cheek in his hand, pressing his lips against mine. My heartbeat sped up, and my stomach flipped as well. I didn’t hesitate to let my free hand tangle in the back of his hair, pulling at the ends. He groaned against my lips before eventually pulling away. Looking down into my eyes, he searched them for some sort of reaction. I blinked innocently up at the frat boy and smiled.

“I can’t get your gorgeous face out of my head, (y/n).”

“Thank god.” He cocked his head in confusion, so I elaborated. I took a few chugs of my beer before finishing it and tossing the can to the ground. “I really, really want you.”

“I’m going to fucking ruin you.” He nearly growls under his breath before grabbing my wrist and taking me back inside to what I’m assuming is his bedroom. Without another word, he closed and locked the door behind me before pressing me against it. I gasped with surprise but felt nothing but pleasure as he lifted me up by my thighs and carried me over to the bed. I plopped down onto the mattress and watched as he tore his shirt from his body and discarded it to the side.

Luke curled his fingers around the edge of my dress and pulled it up over my waist. I stared at him to get his reaction when he notices- “You’re not wearing any… Did you expect this to happen?” He questioned with a laugh.

I nodded, bringing my bottom lip between my teeth. “I hoped it would.”

“With me?” I nodded again. His eyes flickered down to my womanhood before starting to pull down my tights. One they were down my legs, he looked back up at me and put two fingers between his lips, letting his spit drench them before inserting them inside of me. I jerked upwards, leaning up on my elbows as my mouth fell open in an ‘o.’ “You like that?”

“Mhm, yeah.” I moaned causing him to thrust them in and out of me. I allowed myself to relax as I grew wetter by the second. After a few seconds, he added his mouth which only made me moan louder. His tongue flattened against my clit, circling around it in a pattern that drew me close to the edge. He was amazing with his mouth. “L-Luke, please.” I begged, but he didn’t stop. Although I wanted to cum around him, I couldn’t help it. He wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked while curling his fingers inside of me. My chest heaved up and down as my thighs attempted to clench together while my climax approached. He used his free hand to keep my legs from closing and felt as they shook at his touch. “Fuck!” I screamed out. He chuckled against me before sitting up and pushing me farther on the bed. With quick hands, he pulled my dress over my head and stared at my chest.

“No bra either?” I smiled cheekily up at him before his hands came down and groped my breasts. I reached down and unbuttoned his jeans before sliding them down his legs revealing his name brand boxers. I nearly drooled at the size of the bulge before palming him through the thin material. Carefully, I pulled his member out and pumped him a few times. “God, your hands feel so good.”

“I bet my mouth would feel better.” I say confidently. He looked at me with his eyebrows raised as I switched my position so that I was sitting up. I parted my lips enough to allow him to slide in my mouth. I dragged my lips down to his shaft, my nose brushing against the happy trail against his navel. Groaning, Luke tangled his hand in my hair, pushing my head down slightly. The tip brushed the back of my throat, allowing for more spit to lubricate his member. I pulled off him and looked up.

“I know what would feel even better.” Luke says before pushing my shoulders back against the bed, pinning me underneath him. Spreading my legs, I waited for him to slide past my entrance and let an erotic moan erupt from my throat as he did. “Yeah, much better.”

“Please,” I whined.

“Please what?” Luke smirked. He knew what he was doing.

“Please fuck me, Luke. I need you so bad.” And with that, he slammed himself in me all the way. Our moans filled the room as well as the sound of skin slapping together. I lifted one of my legs up and rested it on his shoulder as he pounded in and out of me. My back arched against the mattress as my nails scratched the skin on his back, clearly leaving marks. Without warning, he pulled out of me.

“If I go any longer, I’ll bust so hang on.” I laughed at his words and waited for him to grab a condom. Once he did, he slid it over him and lined himself back up with my entrance. Grabbing the backs of my thighs, he held onto them as he began to slam himself in and out of me constantly, and roughly. I reached a hang down between my legs and rubbed at my clit to get myself closer to the edge, knowing he was close as well.

“Fuck, you’re so big.” I whimper. Luke chuckles and spreads my legs even wider, hiking them over his shoulders before leaning down against me. His lips latched onto mine, getting me closer to my orgasm. My body begins to shake as I reach my second climax of the night, feeling him twitch inside me as he reaches his as well.

“Good fucking girl.” Luke growled, watching me writhe beneath him. I breathed out, finally able to catch my breath and looked at the blonde through tired eyes.

“I thought you were good in bed, but not that good.” I admitted causing him to chuckle.

“Glad to meet your expectations.” After throwing away the condom, he pulled his pants back over his legs and tossed me a clean shirt that was neatly folded on the nightstand. I looked at him with confusion.

“What’s this for?”

“Yeah, you’re not going anywhere tonight- or for a while.”

Laughing, I slid the shirt over my head so that it draped over my bare torso. “So, that means what exactly?”

“I’m gonna make you mine, whether you like it or not.”

“Not complaining.”

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In her unauthorized book, Lynette Rice explores the stories behind some of the ABC drama's biggest moments, including — in this exclusive excerpt — the factors that led to McDreamy's shocking death.

In How to Save a Life: The Inside Story of Grey’s Anatomy, author Lynette Rice recounts the ABC medical drama’s eventful 16-year history, revealing new details behind some of the show’s biggest departures. Included in the unauthorized, 320-page oral history (St. Martin’s Press, Sept. 21, $29.99) is a chapter that offers new insight into leading man Patrick Dempsey’s shocking exit in season 11 of the Shonda Rhimes-created drama. In the chapter, Rice speaks with Dempsey’s co-stars and exec producers who were present during filming of his final days on Grey’s Anatomy, and reveals claims of “HR issues” that contributed to the death of his alter-ego, Derek “McDreamy” Shepherd.

“There were HR issues. It wasn’t sexual in any way. He sort of was terrorizing the set. Some cast members had all sorts of PTSD with him,” recalls exec producer James D. Parriott, who was brought back to the series to oversee Dempsey’s exit.

In more than 80 interviews with current and former cast- and crewmembers, Rice, an editor-at-large at Entertainment Weekly, also explores the show’s early days, recounts the thinking behind some of its more polarizing storylines and offers exclusive details about the show’s behind-the-scenes culture.

“After 17 seasons, fans still can’t get enough of Grey’s Anatomy,” Rice tells THR. But what went down behind the scenes was just as dramatic as what viewers saw every Thursday. I’m excited for fans to read what I learned about those early days, along with what it was like to work for Shonda Rhimes, and why the drama was so freakin’ headline-prone.”

Below, The Hollywood Reporter shares an excerpt — the full eighth chapter — from How to Save a Life, and tune in Friday to TV’s Top 5 for an interview with Rice about her book and the other big reveals she uncovered in her reporting for it.

(Reps for ABC, ABC Signature, Shondaland, and Dempsey declined comment on the reveals in Rice’s book.)

“He’s Very Dreamy, but He’s Not the Sun,” Or, How Grey’s Anatomy Loved — Then Learned to Live Without — Patrick Dempsey Ellen Pompeo may have played the titular role, but for many fans over many years, Patrick Dempsey was the real draw to Grey’s Anatomy. Some of it had to do with his celebrity: Dempsey was the most famous member of the original cast at the time of the pilot and brought with him quite a cult following from his 1987 movie Can’t Buy Me Love. But a lot of it was due to the way Rhimes wrote her McDreamy and how Dempsey depicted him. James D. Parriott I would say, “The guy would never say that,” and Shonda would say, “He’s McDreamy. He’s the perfect man. He would say that.” I’d say, “Okay. It’s your show.” Eric Buchman Shonda had a very clear idea of how important it was to keep Derek as this almost idealized love interest, not just for Meredith but for the audience. Naturally, the writers—especially writers who had been working on one-hour dramas for a while—were like, “Well, maybe have McDreamy make a big mistake in surgery and kill somebody. Or he develops an addiction of some kind. What is his deep, dark secret?” Shonda was very insistent: that’s not the character we do that with. Even when you find out he’s married, that was done in a very sympathetic way that kept him being a hero. He was wronged by his spouse and in spite of it all he was still gonna give his marriage a second chance. Stacy McKee Shonda was protective of McDreamy, but it was really with an eye toward being protective of Meredith. I don’t think the two were separate from one another. I don’t think she wanted to put something out there that maybe on the surface might seem a little frivolous. At its core, there was something really substantial that she wanted to say. She wanted to be very specific about the type of relationship values that she put out there. Tony Phelan I was in editing with Shonda once, and it was the scene where Meredith and Derek had broken up. He comes over and she’s like, “I can’t remember the last time we kissed.” And he says, “I remember. You were wearing this and you smelled of this …”

Joan Rater “Your shampoo smelled like flowers, you had that sweater on …” He described their last kiss. Tony Phelan Typically in editing you start on Derek, then you cut to Meredith for a reaction, and then you’ll go back to him. I noticed that we weren’t ever cutting back to Meredith. I asked why. Shonda said, “Because the woman in Iowa who’s watching this show wants to believe that Patrick is talking to her, and if you cut back to Meredith, it pushes them out of it.” In those special moments, we would just lock into Derek and let him do his thing. Joan Rater And he was a master at it. Patrick Dempsey He’s the ideal man, and that’s what Shonda constructed. There’s a projection [of him] onto me when you come in contact with fans, certainly with the younger and older fans. There is a certain amount of expectation. There is a responsibility to it. It made me grow, too. There were good qualities [of his] that you work on to obtain. Off camera, Dempsey was equally as charismatic to his fellow actors, crew members, and anyone who would come to visit the set. Lauren Stamile I was going in to meet him, and I remember I had this little cardigan sweater on and I took it off before I got into the room. Dempsey is one of those people—it’s almost like there’s a light shining around his body, and you feel like you’re the only person in the room. I got so hot and I remember saying, “Gosh, I would take off my sweater if I had one on because I’m so hot, but I took it off.” I was just babbling. He said, “You look nice,” and I said, “You look nicer.” I felt so awkward and he was so gracious and lovely. I was having a nervous breakdown. It’s like this “it” factor. I was like, God, whatever he has, I wish I had. I think it was very obvious how nervous I was, and he went out of his way to make sure he introduced me to everybody and made sure I felt comfortable, which he certainly didn’t have to do. But he did. Joan Rater He knew I had a giant crush on him, and he loved it. And when we’d go to table reads—I was an actress at one point in my life—they would always give me Meredith if Ellen wasn’t there. And I’d be getting my chicken tenders at craft services before the table read and he’d come up behind me and say, “Are you reading Meredith?” in my ear, like, so sexy. I’d be like, Oh my God. I mean, I could barely … I could not look at him. Tina Majorino I worked with Patrick a ton. I love him so much. We had a really great time working together. I think he’s such a great actor and he really made me laugh a lot. I feel like we had a good dynamic in scenes together, and it was always fun to play opposite him. Yes, he’s that charismatic in real life. Yes, his hair is that awesome. Yes, he is dreamy up close.

Chandra Wilson Patrick Dempsey will forever be known as Grey’s Anatomy’s McDreamy. Derek Shepherd is a permanent part of television history.

Norman Leavitt He is a big, personable guy.

Jeannine Renshaw We all love Patrick. Patrick is a sweetheart. If I saw him on the street, I’d give him a hug. I love the guy.

Mark Wilding I’ve always had a soft spot for Patrick. He really does try to do the right thing. Brooke Smith, who played Dr. Erica Hahn, remembers how Dempsey defended her when the decision was made to fire her from the show in 2008. Brooke Smith I remember calling him and saying, “Oh my God, they said they can’t write for me anymore, so I guess I’m leaving.” And he was like, “What are you talking about? You’re the only one they’re writing for.” Which at that time, it kind of did feel that way. But I guess someone didn’t like that. They gave me a statement [to release, about her departure] and I never said it. Patrick said that he actually took it out of his jacket on The Ellen DeGeneres Show and read the statement. He won’t let me forget it. He was like, “I defended you, see?” And it was true.

By season eleven, however, fans saw a disturbing break in MerDer’s once unbreakable bond. Six episodes had gone by without a peep from Derek, who was supposedly in Washington, D.C., where he had apparently made out with a research fellow. Fans began threatening to bolt if their hero didn’t return soon to Seattle. “I have never missed one episode,” wrote a fan on Dempsey’s Facebook page. “But I swear if [Rhimes] kills you off I’m done.” But there was a critical reason for Derek’s strange absence: behind the scenes, there was talk of Dempsey’s diva-like fits and tension between him and Pompeo. To help manage the explosive situation, executive producer James D. Parriott was brought back in to serve as a veritable Dempsey whisperer.

Patrick Dempsey [That] was the first year that I haven’t been in every episode. I [was] in every episode since the pilot— close to 250 episodes. That [was a] huge run. James D. Parriott Shonda needed an OG to come in as sort of a showrunner for fourteen episodes. There were HR issues. It wasn’t sexual in any way. He sort of was terrorizing the set. Some cast members had all sorts of PTSD with him. He had this hold on the set where he knew he could stop production and scare people. The network and studio came down and we had sessions with them. I think he was just done with the show. He didn’t like the inconvenience of coming in every day and working. He and Shonda were at each other’s throats.

Jeannine Renshaw There were times where Ellen was frustrated with Patrick and she would get angry that he wasn’t working as much. She was very big on having things be fair. She just didn’t like that Patrick would complain that “I’m here too late” or “I’ve been here too long” when she had twice as many scenes in the episode as he did. When I brought it up to Patrick, I would say, “Look around you. These people have been here since six thirty a.m.” He would go, “Oh, yeah.” He would get it. It’s just that actors tend to see things from their own perspective. He’s like a kid. He’s so high energy and would go, “What’s happening next?” He literally goes out of his skin, sitting and waiting. He wants to be out driving his race car or doing something fun. He’s the kid in class who wants to go to recess.

Patrick Dempsey It’s ten months, fifteen hours a day. You never know your schedule, so your kid asks you, “What are you doing on Monday?” And you go, “I don’t know,” because I don’t know my schedule. Doing that for eleven years is challenging. But you have to be grateful, because you’re well compensated, so you can’t really complain because you don’t really have a right. You don’t have control over your schedule. So, you have to just be flexible.

Longtime Crew Member Poor Patrick. I’m not defending his schtick. I like him, but he was the Lone Ranger. All of these actresses were getting all this power. All the rogue actresses would go running to Shonda and say, “Hey, Patrick’s doing this. Patrick’s late for work. He’s a nightmare.” He was just shut out in the cold. His behavior wasn’t the greatest, but he had nowhere to go. He was so miserable. He had no one to talk to. When Sandra left, I remember him telling me, “I should’ve left then, but I stayed on because they showed me all this money. They just were dumping money on me.”

Patrick Dempsey It [was] hard to say no to that kind of money. How do you say no to that? It’s remarkable to be a working actor, and then on top of that to be on a show that’s visible. And then on top of that to be on a phenomenal show that’s known around the world, and play a character who is beloved around the world. It’s very heady. It [was] a lot to process, and not wanting to let that go, because you never know whether you will work again and have success again.

Jeannine Renshaw A lot of the complaining … I think Shonda finally witnessed it herself, and that was the final straw. Shonda had to say to the network, “If he doesn’t go, I go.” Nobody wanted him to leave, because he was the show. Him and Ellen. Patrick is a sweetheart. It messes you up, this business.

James D. Parriott I vaguely recall something like that, but I can’t be sure. It would have happened right toward the end, because I know they were negotiating and negotiating, trying to figure out what to do. We had three different scenarios that we actually had to break because we didn’t know until I think about three days before he came back to set which one we were going to go with. We didn’t know if he was going to be able to negotiate his way out of it. We had a whole story line where we were going to keep him in Washington, D.C., so we could separate him from the rest of the show. He would not have to work with Ellen again. Then we had the one where he comes back, doesn’t die, and we figure out what Derek’s relationship with Meredith would be. Then there was the one we did. It was kind of crazy. We didn’t know if he was going to be able to negotiate his way out of it. It was ultimately decided that just bringing him back was going to be too hard on the other actors. The studio just said it was going to be more trouble than it was worth and decided to move on.

Stacy McKee I don’t think there was any way to exit him without him dying. He and Meredith were such an incredibly bonded couple at that point. It would be completely out of character if he left his kids. There was no exit that would honor that character other than if he were to die. Patrick Dempsey I don’t remember the date [I got the news]. It was not in the fall. Maybe February or March. It was just a natural progression. And the way everything was unfolding in a very organic way, it was like, “Okay! This is obviously the right time.” Things happened very quickly. We were like, “Oh, this is where it’s going to go.”

So that was that: McDreamy would die in episode twenty-one of season eleven, even though Dempsey was in year one of his recently signed two-year contract extension. Rhimes wrote a script that was befitting of her lead’s heroic persona: she began “How to Save a Life” by having Derek witness a car crash and helping the injured. Once it appeared everyone was out of harm’s way, Derek continues on his road trip but is suddenly broadsided by a truck.

Rob Hardy (Director) The paramedics leave. He’s there by himself. He’s having a moment. The nice music is playing, and all of a sudden, bang. It comes out of nowhere, which, you know, is how accidents happen. So as opposed to watching it as a viewer, we saw the accident happen through Derek’s perspective. Derek ends up at Dillard Medical Center, a hospital far from Grey Sloan and the talented doctors who work there. His eyes are open, but his brain is severely damaged. No one hears his plea for a CT scan; he can’t speak. To help keep the episode a secret, the scenes were shot in an abandoned hospital in Hawthorne, California, about twenty-two miles from the show’s home studio in Los Feliz.

Mimi Melgaard It was really hard on all of us because it was so secretive and we had so many different locations. We shot at this closed-down hospital that was absolutely creepy haunted. All the scenes there were so sad anyway, and in this yucky-feeling haunted hospital? It was really weird. His whole last episode was really tough. Patrick Dempsey It was like any other day. It was just another workday. There was still too much going on. You’re in the midst of it—you’re not really processing it. Rob Hardy Here’s a guy who’s immobile. Now you’re inside of his head. We were trying to make that feel scary from the perspective of a person who’s used to being in control, from a person who usually has the power of life and death in his own hands. But now he doesn’t have the ability to speak on his own behalf.

Samantha Sloyan When I went to audition, I didn’t recognize any of these doctors’ names. I assumed they were just dummy sides so people wouldn’t ruin the story line or anything like that. All we knew is that we were dealing with a man who’s been in a car accident. I had no idea that it was going to be Derek. I just figured I was going to be a guest doctor and that whoever this person was who was injured, was going to be just a character on the show. Once it became clear what we were working on, I was like, Oh, my gosh. I can’t believe this is the episode I’m on.

Mike McColl (Dr. Paul Castello) I signed an NDA before they would release the script to me. I was reading it in my house, and I was like, “Oh, my God.” I didn’t tell anyone, including my agents. I just said, “This is a really great booking. It’s a great role on Grey’s.” And they didn’t know anything until it aired.

Savannah Paige Rae (Winnie) The first scene I shot was actually the sentimental scene when I’m saying, “It’s a beautiful day to save lives, right?” I’m in the hospital room with Derek and talking to him. Even though I never watched the show, I recognized the value of the episode I was in and just really took it to heart. It was so special that I got to be a part of it.

Rob Hardy [Patrick] had a lot of emotions during the whole shoot, which evolved. I think when we first started, he was very calm and cool … the same Patrick that I remembered when I worked on the show a year or so before. With each passing day, he was a lot more emotional. A lot more was on his mind, and that would show itself in different ways. The finality of the episode and for his character was setting in. You’ve become a global icon on this show and then in five, four, three, two, a day … it’s over.

James D. Parriott Patrick was very cooperative and good.

Mike McColl When I met Patrick, he’s lying on a stretcher and we’re rushing him into the ER. I just introduced myself, shook his hand, and was like, “Man, I cannot tell you what an honor it is to be the guy to take you down.” He loved it. He could not have been nicer to me and was funny through the whole shoot. He was on the table in front of me there when I cut his chest open and all that stuff. He gave me a hug at the end. It was a real privilege to be a part of TV history in that way.

Samantha Sloyan I remember him being incredibly kind. They had his neck in a brace, and he’s strapped down to the board, so there wasn’t a ton of chatting. I remember him being really kind, but it was clearly intense for him.

Stacy McKee It was such a beautiful piece of storytelling. I knew this event was going to be a really sad, horrible event for Meredith, but I also knew it was going to be the beginning of such an incredible chapter for Meredith.

Dempsey completed his final hours of shooting on a rainy night. There was no goodbye party, no goodbye cake. Maybe that’s because some cast members were left out of the loop. James Pickens, Jr., told ABC News that the cast “didn’t know a whole lot. It was kind of on the fly. So whatever information we got, we pretty much got it kind of right before it happened.”

Caterina Scorsone (Dr. Amelia Shepherd) I didn’t get to say goodbye to Patrick when he left. I do think that helped, because I’ve been using the character of Derek in my internal landscape since Private Practice. Derek was the stability in Amelia’s life. He became a father figure after they watched robbers shoot their father. When he was suddenly gone from the show, we didn’t have that closure, so I got to play it out. She’s about to use drugs again before Owen confronts her in a way that she finally talks about her feelings about losing Derek. She doesn’t end up using.

James D. Parriott The day he left, that was my last day. There was a certain sadness to it, but I think he was relieved. I mean, I think it took a toll on him, too.

Rob Hardy I didn’t see other actors showing up and saying, “Hey, it’s the last day! Wanted to come and wish you well.” I didn’t get that. It was more the Patrick show. We were in the Patrick world, and then Ellen came, and there was definitely a lot of emotion that both of them had individually … not necessarily together. It was more so her being there on the day that he died. He had his own way of being with that, and the same thing with her. It was like two people who grew up together and … here we are. They had their own way of reflecting.

Patrick Dempsey I very quietly left. It was beautiful. It was raining, which was really touching. I got in my Panamera, got in rush-hour traffic, and two hours later I was home. Big news like this doesn’t stay quiet for long. Both Michael Ausiello—who left EW in 2010 to launch the news site TVLine—and Lesley Goldberg of The Hollywood Reporter learned two weeks prior to Dempsey’s final episode that he would be leaving the show. No reporter worth their salt wants to sit on a scoop—least of all one as huge as this—but Ausiello and Goldberg didn’t want to spoil the outcome for fans, so they agreed to hold the story until after the episode aired. I eventually found out, too, but in the nuttiest way imaginable: I was standing on the set of CSI: Cyber, watching Patricia Arquette talk about some droll techno-criminal. Unfortunately, the publicist also cc’d Dempsey’s manager and ABC publicist while trying to give me a major story, so I couldn’t immediately report the scoop. But I did use the information to successfully negotiate the one and only exit interview with Dempsey. Two weeks before his final episode, I met him and his publicist at Feed Body & Soul in Venice, California, for a story that would hit newsstands on April 24. He seemed a little shell-shocked and at one point choked up, but at the time he said nothing about how his on-set behavior may have contributed to his ouster. My editor, Henry Goldblatt, wanted to put him on the cover of Entertainment Weekly, but he couldn’t guarantee to ABC that no one would see it before the episode aired. Good thing we didn’t: some subscribers got the issue on the morning of Dempsey’s final episode— and one actually tweeted the story. Our PR department tried to get the tweets removed, but the cat was out of the bag: some fans found out early that McDreamy was about to be McHistory. Outlets like Variety reported how the story got out early, while our PR department released this statement: “We are surprised that an EW subscriber may have received their issue a day earlier than planned. We always try our best to bring readers exclusive news first. We would like to apologize to fans of the show that learned the news ahead of time.” Dempsey’s final episode was watched by 8.83 million viewers—the show’s largest audience since the premiere that season. Variety even pontificated whether the ratings boost was due to my exclusive with Dempsey.

Lesley Goldberg (The Hollywood Reporter) I’m used to working with networks to hold news as part of their efforts to guard against plot spoilers. But the way Patrick Dempsey’s exit was handled involved a layer of paranoia and secrecy that has been unlike anything I’ve seen in my reporting career. News that he was leaving, and his character being killed off, would have been a major story considering how big the show is domestically and internationally. However, it also would have meant spoiling the episode and, more important, damaging key relationships I’ve worked hard to build. At some point, publishing the news of Dempsey’s exit before the episode aired became an ethical question of what was more important—a big story and its subsequent traffic, which would have come no matter what, or the relationships and trust that it took years to craft. Ultimately, I still published early because EW subscribers received the issue with Lynette’s Dempsey interview before the episode aired.

Mike McColl The morning after Derek’s last episode aired, my daughter sent me a link that was on YouTube or Facebook or something. I actually pulled it up to look at it, and it was a Grey’s Anatomy showbiz cheat sheet. It asked the question “Who is the attending doctor who killed Derek ‘McDreamy’ Shepherd?” It included a photo that I posted from the set. I had on a bloody rubber glove and was in my scrubs and mask. I never obviously would have posted this before it aired. I posted it well after the episode aired, and I [captioned it] “McDeadly.” This writer said something like, “Kill McDeadly.” Maybe that’s why the producer didn’t choose a big-name actor to be the one who killed our beloved McDreamy! I want to be ultrasensitive to these hard-core fans because it means so much to them, and I certainly didn’t mean in that case to make light of it. It’s just, I’m an actor, and I recognize it for what it is. Is everybody clear on the fact that this is just pretend and Patrick knew he was going to be leaving the show? It was just like, “God. He’s okay. He really is okay.”

Peter Horton Derek was going to be there forever with Meredith because you went through a whole journey with them. That was incredibly fulfilling. So even if he’s not there, he’s there. I don’t think any of us really worried about that going away because by then you were so invested in it. The show can last as it has for years.

Patrick Dempsey Lots of people [miss him]. “It’s good to see you alive” is the comment I get. I’m like, “Yes, I’m very much alive in reruns.” People were really invested in that relationship. I knew it would be heavy. Very happy to have moved on with a different chapter in my life.

Samantha Sloyan The montage just killed me, when Meredith says, “It’s okay, you can go.” God, I’m getting choked up just thinking about it. The chemistry they have as a pair and the way they were able to build that and sustain it! So many of these relationships are, like, “Will they, won’t they,” and then it wears thin. They sustained it for the duration of their relationship on the show, and it’s just, I think, a testament to what those two created. It was just unbelievable.

Pompeo addressed Dempsey’s departure with a tweet that focused solely on his character, not on how she spent eleven years working side by side with him: “There are so many people out there who have suffered tremendous loss and tragedy. Husbands and wives of soldiers, victims of senseless violence, and parents who have lost children. People who get up every day and do what feels like is the impossible. So it is for these people and in the spirit of resilance [sic] I am honored and excited to tell the story of how Meredith goes on in the face of what feels like the impossible.” Meanwhile, fans futilely created a Change.org petition to reinstate McDempsey, while other, more desperate ones simply tweeted “We Hate You” to Rhimes.

Shonda Rhimes Derek Shepherd is and will always be an incredibly important character—for Meredith, for me, and for the fans. I absolutely never imagined saying goodbye to our McDreamy. Patrick Dempsey’s performance shaped Derek in a way that I know we both hope became a meaningful example— happy, sad, romantic, painful, and always true—of what young women should demand from modern love. His loss will be felt by all.

Talk about the mother (father?) of all postscripts: In November of 2020 Dempsey reprised his role as McDreamy in the season opener—but only in Meredith’s dreams. Stricken with COVID-19, an unconscious Meredith “imagined” reuniting with her husband on the beach. After talking exclusively to Deadline and saying how it was “really a very healing process, and really rewarding,” Dempsey would return for more beach-based episodes that would ultimately stand out as the best moments of season seventeen. “It was a second chance thing,” one ABC executive told me at the time. “Shonda likes a comeback. Also, they wanted him in their last season.”

#grey's anatomy #derek shepherd #thr #Patrick Dempsey #shonda rhimes #Ellen Pompeo #chandra wilson #caterina scorsone #Stacy McKee #Peter Horton #Mike McColl #Lesley Goldberg #Rob Hardy #James D. Parriott #Samantha Sloyan #Savannah Paige Rae #Mimi Melgaard #Jeannine Renshaw #Brooke Smith #Mark Wilding #Norman Leavitt #Tina Majorino #joan rater #Lauren Stamile #Tony Phelan #Eric Buchman

[downbythegay]

I asked about the trans reader, I guess it was a bit of both? Lol

What's funny is I was already writing one where the reader comes out to Spencer (who he has feelings for) as trans when you asked this. Here's what you asked for, though! I'll post the other one at some point in the next week, hopefully.

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Content Warnings: Mentions of transphobia, anxiety, talk of bottom surgery

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“I followed the trail out of the room, invigorated by the possibility of reinventing my own body. The meaning was mine, as long as I was with those who had the vision and vocabulary to understand my creation.” - Nick Krieger

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Y/N took a deep breath. He’d been getting up the courage to do this for weeks, now. He scanned the rest of his team quickly, trying to determine further if his announcement would put any of them in a bad mood. Spencer was flipping through the pages of a very large book with a french title. Morgan was resting with his shades on and his head back. Rossi and Hotch were discussing something quietly, but Hotch had that slight twinkle in his eye that told Y/N that it wasn’t something serious. Prentiss and JJ were also talking amongst each other, occasionally showing the other something on their phone.

Y/N knew that none of them would hate him for who he was. They weren’t transphobic, at least they’d never shown themselves to be. But he was worried that they’d treat him differently. He was worried that they would baby him or accidentally misgender him, things like that. Things that have happened with other people he’s been out to after being stealth, and that he’s seen happen to other trans guys countless times. Y/N was trying to fight off all the anxious thoughts that have been holding him back.

He knew he didn’t owe them his coming out. But, they had always treated him like family, and he wanted to be able to be as vulnerable with them as they had been with him. He knew it took a lot of strength for Morgan to open up about his past sexual abuse, JJ about her miscarraige, Hotch about his abusive childhood and the loss of his wife, and Spencer about his trauma related to… well most of his life. He wanted to show them his strength, too.

Y/N stood up, and Hotch, Spencer, and Prentiss immediately looked up at him. “Um…,” Y/N faltered. “Oh, Garcia!” he exclaimed. He had almost forgotten to call her to include her in the announcement.

“Hey, Y/N what’s up?” she said, smiling. It was as kind and comforting as ever, and Y/N felt his nerve lighten up a little bit seeing it.

“So, um, I have a, uh, thing I wanted to share with you guys,” Y/N said. Everyone was looking at him now, silent and listening intently. The twinkle in Hotch’s eyes wasn’t there anymore, and the nerves returned. “It’s not like, the most important thing, but I wanted you guys to know since I consider you like family. Um,” Y/N looked down and breathed deeply. Oh, this was a mistake, he thought.

“Whatever it is, we love you like family, too,” Spencer said. His voice was soft and slightly shaky, and a huge comfort to Y/N. Y/N looked back up and locked eyes with Hotch. He nodded at him, silently letting him know that it was fine to sit down or go forward. Hotch always had such a kind sentiment behind his stern countenance.

“Okay, well, I um, okay, here it is: I’m trans. I was born with female anatomy and have been transitioning for a while. I don’t want you guys to treat me any differently than you already have, I just wanted you to know,” Y/N said. He couldn’t bring himself to look anybody in the eyes, just because then it would feel like this was even more real.

“Thank you for telling us. I’m glad you felt comfortable enough to do so,” Hotch said. Y/N looked at him, and noticed a slight smile. He felt tears starting to well up in his eyes.

“Ooh! I’m so glad you finally came out! I’m so proud of you!” said Garcia, as enthusiastic as ever.

Y/N laughed a little bit. “Thanks- what do you mean ‘finally’?”

Garcia looked like a deer in headlights. “Uh, nothing. Don’t worry about it!”

Morgan chimed in. “Babygirl, what did you do?”

“I may have done a background check on Y/N when he was brought onto the team, and found out during my snooping. But I didn’t say anything to anyone! Well, except this one drag queen that I was talking to at a bar when I got plastered. But that’s it! And she promised not to say anything either!”

Y/N started laughing really hard. Some of the other team members were chuckling too, including Garcia.

“It’s none of my business, but I’ve read some really fascinating reports about a Norweigan practice for phalloplasties, which are the most medically advanced in the world. They have the most anatomically realistic appearance and nerve feeling, with even some surgeons inserting a device which allows the patient to have what functions as an erection. It’s got an incredible success rate for alleviating gender dysphoria, and-”

“Reid, maybe you could talk to him more privately about this? He just came out, we don’t need to bombard him with facts and questions about it,” Prentiss said. She smiled at Y/N. “Thanks for telling us, Y/N.”

Y/N sat down, with a noticeable weight lifted off of his chest. Rossi came over and sat across from him. “Hey, kid. That took a lot of courage. I’m proud of you.”

Y/N smiled. “Thanks, Rossi.”

“I’m just glad you’re living as yourself. Not enough people do that nowadays,” he said before patting your shoulder and walking back over to sit with Hotch.

You got up and sat next to Reid. “What were you saying about the Norweigan surgery?”

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“I love myself. I am becoming myself. I am loved. I am enough.” - Alex Clare-Young

#transgender reader #trans man #trans reader #criminal minds #criminal minds fic' #LGBTQ #Transgender #FTM reader #male reader #aaron hotchner #jennifer jareau #spencer reid #derek morgan #penelope garcia #david rossi #emily prentiss

[sleepysnk]

Team Player: Chapter Eight

Pairings: Eren Jaeger x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2.5k

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A week or two had gone by, and things had been going well for Eren and (Y/N) surprisingly. The two actually were getting along pretty well, they both hung out a lot to help improve on his skills. The improvement was showing and she was satisfied with how much better he was doing compared to the previous weeks. 

Eren and (Y/N) were sitting in the library talking about their project which was due that coming Friday. 

"Does it look good?" Eren asked, leaning over to look at her laptop. 

She leaned back against her chair. "Yeah.. it's coming along nicely. It looks nice with the pictures you added," she said and smiled at him.

Eren looked at her as his smile grew. "Nah really it was all you," he replied, looking at his phone. 

Eren was feeling a lot better about his situation, (Y/N) also helped with his ankle. He was off the wrap and was now able to walk on it without limping, which was a huge gain for him. The pain meds did a pretty good job, as he was now off of them since his ankle was now pretty much healed.

"Hey Eren!" 

His eyes averted up to see Jean walking towards him. (Y/N) stayed focused on the project, she knew Jean since freshman year. He was one of the many people who knew about the whole incident, he took the video. She knew him and Eren were teammates.

"What's up?" Eren asked and nodded. 

Jean leaned against the wall. "Oh nothing I just saw ya and I wanted to say hey. Is that (Y/N)?" he asked, pointing at her. 

Eren looked towards her. "Yeah that's (Y/N), she's my partner for the project." he replied, running his fingers through his hair. 

"Hey (Y/N), I haven't seen you in forever." Jean said, a sly smirk forming onto his face. 

She looked up from her laptop. "Yeah.. it really does feel like forever ago," she replied and rolled her eyes. 

"You know… I forgot how cute you were. I miss being your lab partner sometimes," Jean said, eyeing her hungrily.

Something inside Eren made him want to hit Jean, he was talking to (Y/N) first, not him! Who does he think he is? He didn't like the way he was talking to (Y/N) either, it made anger bubble inside of him. He was never one to get mad, but this felt… different.

"We should hangout sometime you know? I can whip up some good food for you," Jean said and smiled at her. 

Heat rushed onto her cheeks as Jean was speaking to her. "U-Uh.. I don't know Jean," she replied, looking down avoiding his gaze.

He nodded. "C'mon (Y/N)! You're so pretty and I wanna show you how a guy should treat you," he said, leaning down towards her. 

"Jean. She seems clearly uncomfortable, just let it go. Plus I was talking to her first," Eren said, his voice stern and serious. 

Jean looked at him with raised brows. "Huh? Hm.. fine I guess. Just know the offer stands (Y/N)," he said, smirking at her. "See you later Eren," he added and made his way out of the library. 

A relieved sigh came from (Y/N)'s mouth. "Thank you for that Eren.. really," she said and placed her hand on his arm. 

He felt tingles coming from her touch. "U-Uhm.. of course! He just seemed like he was bothering you and I felt like you needed the assistance," he replied, smiling a bit. 

They sat there staring at each other for a few moments, Eren's eyes flickered towards her lips. His mouth slightly watering at the idea of leaning in and kissing her, they looked so soft and plump. 

"Eren?" (Y/N) said, snapping him out of his thoughts.

He shook his head, a small blush creeping onto his cheeks. "My bad! What's up?" he asked, nodding his head. 

She giggled a bit at how cute he was. "I gotta head to my next class," she said and began putting her books into her backpack. "It kind of is important too," she added. 

Eren stood up. "Let me walk you to class, I'm gonna head to the practice field anyway." he said, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. 

She smiled and grabbed her backpack. The two exited the library and made their way to the other side of the campus building, the walk wasn't far but it was a pretty reasonable distance. The two chatted about everything that had been going on including the football game Eren was unsure of. (Y/N) assured him that everything would work out. 

"Here we are," she said and stopped at the door of the lecture hall. 

Eren looked down at her. "I hope you have fun in class," he said, chuckling a bit. 

She rolled her eyes playfully, hitting his arm. "Yeah sure! Because anatomy is so fun," she said and giggled. "Let me know what happens if you go to practice, okay?" she added. 

Eren felt a smile form onto his face hearing her laugh, it was so cute to him. 

"Yeah I'll let you know! See you later (Y/N)," he said and waved at her. 

She waved and entered her classroom, the day was now over for Eren. His classes were done and he didn't have much to do, so he decided to make his way towards the locker room. A place he hadn't been for awhile. He missed the way it felt when he walked in after school, his energy was high and it was all he looked forward to. 

He entered the locker room, many eyes bored into his head. Most of his teammates were speaking to him, most of them broke the ice and apologized for acting like idiots. Eren claimed their behavior was valid, considering what happened. 

Many of the players exited and went outside to the practice field. 

"Eren.. funny to see you here,"

He turned his head to see Reiner standing there in his practice uniform. 

"Yeah.. I uh, wanted to talk to coach," he replied, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "You see em'?" he asked. 

Reiner sighed. "Yeah, he just went outside. How's your ankle?" he asked and looked down at it. 

Eren leaned against the lockers. "It's actually fully healed, the nurse cleared me and I can actually walk without a limp." he replied. 

The blonde nodded his head. "That's good to hear.. I hope to see you playing again soon," he said and patted his shoulder before exiting the locker room.

Eren made his way outside after Reiner, he felt the cooler air hit against his skin. A shiver went down his spine, he forgot what it felt like to play outside with this weather. He had been indoors so long his body wasn't used to the colder air. 

He spotted the players practicing blocks, throwing balls, or just doing the usual warmups for practice. Something Eren missed dearly. 

Eren's eyes caught the head of his coach, he was looking down at his clipboard, seeming to be going over the plays. His eyes flickered every so often to check on the people warming up. 

"Coach.." Eren said, looking down at the ground.

Coach Smith looked over at him. "Eren? What are you doing here? It's been quite a bit." he asked and nodded his head. 

He sighed. "Yeah it has… I um, I wanted to see how practices were going. My ankle is healed now," he replied, smiling a bit. 

His coach's eyes averted down towards his ankle, noticing it wasn't wrapped up anymore. 

He nodded his head. "I see… I'm happy to hear that really. How has your teamwork skills been working? Do you have any improvement?" he asked, looking over at him. 

Eren leaned against the bleachers. "Yeah! I've been working really hard actually," he replied. "I've done a lot," he added.

"The championship game is this Saturday… you don't have much time. Not having you at the game last week wasn't good," Coach Smith said, his eyes not leaving the players running around. 

Eren's eyes grew wide at his words, the game was already this soon? 

"Wait, it's this early? I thought it'd be later," Eren asked and furrowed his brows. 

His coach looked at him. "It's earlier because we won last week. I hope to see your improvement soon, you have until Friday to prove it to me. If not, you won't play and your offer for the Chief's becomes slim to none." he replied. 

Hearing those words come out of his mouth made Eren's mind race. He had less than 3 days to get ready for the game, that was barely any time! He had to do as much as he could now before then. 

"I won't let you down Coach.. I promise I can prove how much I've changed," Eren said and looked at him with determination.

Coach Smith nodded his head. "Good.. Mr.Zacharius will be there as well. He was quite disappointed hearing what happened the week before, watch it Eren. You need this season," he said.

He totally had forgotten about the scout that came to see him. If Eren messed up one more time all the offers headed his way would be off the table. That's an option he didn't want to come true. 

"I think I'll be able to do it," he replied.

"You think so? Let's see by Friday," Coach Smith replied, looking at him. 

Eren headed back towards the locker room, he had to find (Y/N).

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Class ended fairly quickly for (Y/N). She was tired after a long day of helping Eren and doing homework assignments, she just wanted to collapse in bed and take a nap. 

She was sitting in her dorm on her laptop, typing away at her essay she had to do. Her roommate Sasha was out and about with her boyfriend Connie so she had some peace and quiet for the whole night. Maybe she could finish up in time?

A sudden banging on the door caused her to jump in her bed. Her heartbeat quickened at the sudden noise. 

Furrowing her brows, she stood up walking slowly towards the door. Did Sasha end up with some mafia? That girl was always full of surprises..

She put her hand on the cold door knob, hesitating a bit to open the door. 

"(Y/N)! Are you here?!" 

She knew that voice. 

It was Eren's.

She let out a sigh of relief as she opened the door to see him standing there. He seemed a bit flushed, like he was running or he was in a rush to come see her. 

"Eren? Jesus.. you scared me! I thought someone was trying to break in," she said, looking up at him. 

His brown hair was messy. "Sorry.. I should have texted. Can I come in?" he asked, nodding his head. 

She moved out of the way so he could enter her dorm. The faint smell of his vanilla cologne coming off his body filled her nose. 

"Are you okay? You seem like you're in a rush," she asked and plopped down on her bed, crossing her legs. 

Eren plopped down next to her. "Yeah I just needed to come find you," he replied, smiling a bit. 

She felt her cheeks becoming warm. "Well what's up? Did something happen?" she asked. 

He chewed his bottom lip. "I went to practice today and uh.. My coach told me I have until Friday to show my improvement. If not all my offers are off the table," he replied, looking down at the floor. 

Her eyes went wide realizing that Friday was a few days away. They barely had any time to prepare. 

"Shit…" she said, leaning against her bed frame. 

"Look if you can't help-"

"No Eren, I can help you. We just need to prepare," she said and looked around the room. Her mind raced with different thoughts or ideas on what to do. 

Eren was a bit surprised at her response. "We can find a way," he said with determination in his voice. 

She bit at the insides of her cheeks. "What if we went to the field, you know the practice fields? You do need some help throwing balls since you haven't been on your feet, and it can be some good practice." she said, nodding her head. 

Eren thought about the idea. It sounded great, plus he could use the extra practice before the game. It would show his coach that he was able to work well with his teammates and he could actually play without his ankle bothering him. 

"That sounds great, when though?" he asked. 

"How about tomorrow or Thursday?" 

He smiled. "Tomorrow would work best.. it gives us more time," he replied, looking up at her. 

She shook her head. "Alright.. um, tomorrow at 7? My classes end early," she said, opening her phone to add a reminder. 

"Sounds like a plan! I got nothing going on so we can for sure meet up," he replied, throwing a thumbs-up her way with a grin on his face. 

Her cheeks warmed at the sight of Eren smiling at her. She couldn't lie that his smile wasn't charming, it always drew her in somehow. 

"Okay great! I can meet you there," she said, looking at him. 

His emerald like eyes lit up with excitement. "Hell yeah! Ugh, (Y/N) you're the best!" he said before hugging her. 

She felt her face heat up as Eren pulled away quickly. "Oh shit! I'm sorry.. I-I didn't even- ugh shit- oh my god i'm sorry," he said, an obvious blush forming onto his cheeks. 

She laughed a bit. "No, don't worry! You're fine.. it was just a little random, that's all." she replied with a reassuring smile. 

He laughed, running his fingers through his brunette locks. "I just.. I don't know you seem huggable," he said, looking down to avoid her gaze. Embarrassment still written all over his face. 

"I like hugs if that helps," she said, giggling a bit. 

He smiled. "You are the best though, I didn't think you'd help me." 

She rolled her eyes as a playful smile formed onto her cheeks. "I'm not all that special. Plus you did let me do the project, so who was I to say no?" she said, leaning against the bed frame. 

The two stared at each other again, Eren's eyes flickering over her lips. There was that tension again, the way the two stared at each other as if they were waiting for one of them to make a move or lean in. 

"I should get going!" Eren said, breaking the silence between them. 

(Y/N) shook her head. "Oh yeah! Totally.. uh, I'll see you tomorrow?" she asked, cocking her head to the side. 

He smiled. "Yeah for sure.." he replied before standing up and grabbing his things. 

"Don't forget!" she said and opened the door for him. 

He looked back at her. "I won't.." 

She waved at him before shutting the door to her dorm. She plopped down on her bed and stared up at the ceiling. 

"Ugh.. Eren, what am I gonna do about you?" she asked herself. 

It's crazy it's almost a week or two ago she despised the boy for everything he did. Now she was hanging out with him, giggling at his jokes, thinking about him. 

What was going on with her? What was Eren doing to her head?

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[agent-breakdance]

(Icarus Ch. 1) - Game On

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F! MC (Olivia Anika Cohen)

Word count: 1.3k words

A/N: Hey everyone! This is the first ever chapter I’ve written so saying that I’m terrified is a huge understatement. This series will be pretty fast paced and severely ANGSTY so I hope you guys like it! A huge thank you to my beta @deliciouslydeafeningstarlight for putting up with my ridiculous ideas and rants!

Warning: Language

Disclaimer: PB owns characters. There’s lots of Grey’s Anatomy and Friends references with some dialogue borrowed from Open Heart.

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Song: Eye of the Tiger by Survivor.

She stepped out of the car and her eyes swept over the tall imposing structure in front of her.

Johns Hopkins University.

As she walked across the sprawling campus, she thought about the events of the previous years. She felt her chest tighten. Her heart started to race and fill with guilt. Her thoughts took her right back to the battlefield.

The campus was a different side of the same coin. The battlefield wasn’t new to her whatsoever. She had to work hard to survive. She couldn’t afford to fuck up. 

Not then. Not now. 

The consequences were the same. If she fucked up, people died. 

The only difference? 

There, she faced immediate repercussions but here, they would be long and drawn out, haunting her for the entirety of her career as a doctor.

 Her mind flooded with doubt as she started to question her own competence but before she could shake herself out of it, she collided with someone. She managed to catch herself just before face planting and looked up to see a tall, stone-faced figure looming over her with a copy of Harrison’s Principles of Internal Medicine. He had been so engrossed in the book that he had failed to see her coming. 

He looked at her with slight concern, his brow creasing almost imperceptible to most but her sharp senses picked up on it. He immediately schooled his features to a scowl and snapped at her, “Watch where you’re going. I suppose I should have listened to my father when he said the admissions standards are in decline here.” He gave her a withering look before he stalked away. 

She muttered under her breath…. “Jerk.”

Picking up her bags, she made her way to the dorm. She got her phone out and quickly checked her room number. She stood outside the door to her shared room and chanted softly, almost like a prayer…… “Please don’t be a bitch…please don’t be a bitch.”

Apparently, the walls (and door) were thin because a cheery voice called out to her from inside, “You know, I was just thinking the same thing about you…”

Olivia cursed under her breath and opened the door with a sheepish smile. “Sorry, I didn’t know the walls were so thin.” 

“That’s quite alright. I was just praying that you weren’t a shark.”

“Excuse me?!” 

“We students gotta stick together right? This whole program was designed to push us to our limits. We won’t get through unless we have each other’s backs! Sharks only look out for Number 1. But what they don’t realize is that there’s safety in numbers. So let’s be dolphins!”

Olivia burst out laughing. “So long as I don’t have to make dolphin noises.”

She held out her hand. 

“Olivia Cohen.”

She was quickly smothered in a hug by her roommate. 

“So nice to meet you! I’m Sienna Trinh.”

As they pulled out of their hug, Sienna fetched a box and held it open for Olivia. 

“Chocolate chip cookies!”, she said. 

Olivia gave her a broad smile. “Oh we’re gonna get along just fine...”

***

Seeing as how Sienna had already been there for a week, she offered to give Olivia a tour of the campus. Olivia agreed though there wasn’t a single part of the campus or the university that she hadn’t thoroughly researched.

As they wandered through the campus, she spotted him. He seemed to be engaged in light conversation with another person. As Olivia looked on, details caught her eye. The reasonable space between them and his relaxed, unguarded stance would suggest that he was with a friend. “So he does have friends… surprising, considering the stick up his ass”, she thought to herself.

“Who has a stick up his ass?”, Sienna asked. That shook Olivia from her thoughts. “Wait…did I just say that out loud?”

“Have you guys met already?” 

“Yup. Mr. Stick up his ass was actually the first person I met here.” She quickly explained their encounter.  

“Whoa… he’s a Grade A Shark for sure.”

They both laugh. Olivia glances over at him, only to be greeted by his stern narrowed eyes staring right at her. Sienna grabs her hand and pulls her along, away from his gaze.

***

He walked around campus completely absorbed in the book he was reading when he heard a familiar voice call out to him.

“Ethan Jonah Ramsey, do you ever not read?”

Ethan looked up and saw his best friend of three years, Tobias Carrick. They had done pre med together. Tobias and Ethan were always complete opposites. Tobias had always been the fun-loving one and Ethan, the wet blanket but Tobias had managed to lead him astray once in a while.

“And what, end up like you? Not a chance.”

“You’d be lucky to end up like this.” He gestured to his body. 

“Anyways, did you meet anyone else yet or are you determined to keep your total friend count at 1 forever?”

Ethan’s eyes shifted slightly as he thought back to his morning encounter but he focused back into the present and smirked. “If it were up to me, it’d be 0, Carrick.”

“Call the doctor, I’ve been wounded. I suppose that’ll be us soon enough… Still we should try to find you some more friends.” Tobias starts pointing at random students. “What about him or her or her?” 

Ethan’s eyes follow his finger as they land on the final person he points at.

 It’s her. 

He narrows his eyes at her and regards her disdainfully as her eyes meet his. His frown starts to dissolve just as she is dragged away by her friend. A flash of regret passes by his face but it’s gone just as fast as it appeared. 

Tobias seems oblivious to this exchange as he keeps rattling on.

***

Soon enough, it’s time for orientation.

Sienna and Olivia make their way to the auditorium which was filled to the brim with the excited chattering of med students.

Amidst the horde of people, Olivia spots a handsome guy waving them over. There’s an air of confidence around him. Sienna leads them over and they take the two seats next to him. 

He extends a hand, giving her a playful wink. “Bryce Lahela aka the hottest med student here.”

Olivia rolled her eyes but couldn’t help but smile at his confidence.

“Olivia Cohen.” 

Sienna chimed in. “Hey Bryce, where’s the rest of the gang?”

“They’ll be here soon. Went off campus for breakfast.”

“Wait. You two know each other? And there’s a gang? How late am I?” 

“Relax Liv. We all got here way too early and bonded over our soon to be med school debt.” 

“Liv? Nicknames already?”

Bryce winked at her. “I work fast.”

Soon, the rest of the gang arrived but before introductions could be made, the Dean, Dr. Paul Rothman took the stage and a hush settled over the entire crowd.  

He started to speak. “This is the beginning for you. The four years you spend here will be the best and worst of your life. More will be demanded of you than you’ve ever experienced. You will be pushed to your limits and your job here is to soak every ounce of knowledge like a sponge. But, medicine is never limited to what is taught to you. You must be able to think for yourself and use what is taught to you as a guide and not a rule book. The human body is unpredictable. You must be willing to alter and adapt yourself to groove with it.

Some of you will buckle under the pressure; some of you will quit.  But some…some of you will thrive. 

This is your starting line. This is your arena. How well you play? That’s up to you.”

As soon as the speech was over, the students looked around familiarizing themselves with their competition. 

Olivia turned to her right and she saw him regarding her with his piercing blue eyes, almost as if he was assessing her threat level. A smirk formed on both their faces at the same time, like they were thinking the same thing…

Game on.

Chapter 2: Rookie Mistakes

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[oftenderweapons]

The Conversations - part 3/3

Characters: Hoseok, Taehyung

Wordcount: 2.2k words

Genre: slice of life, discussion of NSFW topics, conversation

Rating: suggested 18+

Hello readers! I’m back and I bear gifts!

This is the final installment for The Conversations. In this piece Tae and Hobi discuss their relationships with their girlfriend, Lace -- Tae’s gf -- and Giggles -- Hobi’s --, sharing some spicy details and offering each other advice. Since I consider them the “freakiest” among the guys, do expect some TMI. 

TRIGGER WARNINGS: so much BDSM I had to read a handbook, impact play and dedicated objects, bondage and restrictions, themes of domination and submission, use of safeword and mentions of subspace. Voyeurism and exhibitionism, adult clubs and dungeons, public sex, masturbation and oral sex. Blindfold, powerplay, roleplay. Mentions of a sextape... :’) (also hints of a possibly angsty Namjoon future fic, I had to.) 

Wordcount: 2.2k

And here is my masterlist :)

Enjoy!

“Hey hyung, sorry for last night.” Taehyung said, sitting beside Hoseok at the lunch table in the common room.

“It’s okay, no biggie.” Hoseok already had a bright smile on, warm and honestly unbothered by the event.

“I didn’t knew Giggles was at your’s.” Taehyung opened his lunch, starting to analyse the various boxes and cups.

“Yeah,” Hobi’s ears turned reddish. “It was a surprise for me too.”

“How is it going?” Tae cheered as he found the main course. Beside him Hoseok stirred his noodles.

“It’s great. She’s fantastic. How about Lace?”

“She’s doing great. We’re doing great.” Taehyung looked around a little to see if anyone could possibly overhear. “We experimented with a riding crop. Best decision of my life.”

Hoseok laughed out loud, smashing his free hand enthusiastically against the table. “Glad to know. Giggles prefers the paddle. Or my hands. But yeah, Lace gives crop vibes.”

“She’s a huge freak.” Tae took some kimchi, mixing it with his rice. His mouth still half full, he muttered. “But I guess I am, too.”

“As long as she likes that there’s nothing wrong.” He too took a bite of his own food. “Wanna share?”

“What? No.” Tae filled his mouth some more. “I mean, I have to ask Lace first.”

“I mean the food, you pervert.” Hoseok bent over his dish, “though I guess nor Lace nor Giggles would oppose.”

“God, Lace is such an exhibitionist.” Tae said, motioning to his side dish and inviting Hobi to take what he liked.

Hobi also put his smaller boxes in the middle. “And you’re a voyeur, which works just fine.”

“Match made in heaven. Does Giggles like it too?”

“She likes it enough. But, she’s not that visual. She prefers focusing on other senses.”

“I kinda reckoned.” Taehyung remembered the previous night, when he’d endlessly knocked on Hobi’s apartment door only to have his hyung come to the door half undressed, faux leather pants on, his forehead sweaty. Behind him, Tae could recognise a woman -- well, Giggles -- fully naked, sitting on a chair, wearing nothing but a blindfold. And several feet of rope.

“Freak.” Deadpanned Hoseok.

“What about you, freak?” Tae also stirred his noodles, enjoying the steam coming from them together with the heavy smell of soy sauce and fried peppers.

“Do you want me to say I enjoy having her at my mercy, nothing but a blabbering mess, incapable of getting away or understanding what’s going to happen to her?” Hoseok was overly descriptive on that. “Because yes, I do.”

“So not only blindfolded but also tied up?”

“If she’s not behaving, then yes.” Hoseok suddenly looked stern.

“I bet she doesn’t behave much.”

“At all.” Hoseok smirked. “I think I should change her punishment to something she enjoys less.”

“Lace hates not touching me.” Tae fits a huge meat roll in his mouth.

“Giggles is not bothered, as long as I’m touching her. She needs to feel some sort of an anchor, a safety line, so to say.”

“Well, I’d need one too if I were tied up and in the dark.” His mind wandered back to one of his first times with Lace, when he’d let her cover his eyes with a thick silk scarf tied behind his head, his body at her mercy, as she observed him and touched him without him knowing where she’d land her attack, without his intense gaze following her every movement and making her flustered. She had confessed feeling free, unjudged. Not that he would ever judge her, but he knew that he would feel conscious too if he were the one in the spotlight, were the roles to be reversed. He knew he would feel freer without his lover looking at him, analysing where his attention gravitated. But this happened at the beginning, when they were still learning. Now their most pressing need is watching each other. 

“Well. Once it got bad. She got into subspace. Only time she used her safeword. That’s why we don’t use handcuffs anymore.” Hoseok’s face was instantly dull. He still tortured himself for what had happened that one time. The look in Giggle's eyes as he let her wrists free, the angry red marks on her skin showing the indentations of the metal. The way she had seemed so broken, so lost. And the heavy tears falling on his chest as she hid in his form, clinging to him.

"Just once? Me and Lace had to use them a couple times. Both of us. Sometimes she's not in the right mindset and she asks me to stop and cuddle her. Sweetest thing in the universe." His eyes turn dreamy. "After her taste, obviously."

Hoseok laughs and punches him lightly. "TMI, bro."

"Come on, if Giggles tasted that sweet you would boast too."

"I'd rather keep that honey all to myself."

"Greedy." Taehyung poured himself some cola, watching it fizzle before downing it in one go. "By the way, do you have any good role play suggestion? I'm thinking of surprising her during the weekend but I'm so tired I can barely think."

"Strangers at the hotel. Book a room, meet at the lobby and then go upstairs to fuck like bunnies?" Hobi said it without even thinking. 

"Done that."

"It's a classic. Giggles loves it. She fucks me like a slut." He snickered softly, nothing but dark mischief in his voice, but also undying fondness for his beloved.

"And that's TMI." Tae quips.

"You asked."

"Yeah, fair."

"Maid and master. Or butler and madame. You pick." Hobi drank some Sprite directly from the bottle.

"Cliché." Taehyung tutted and proceeded with his meal. “I don’t know. Not really.”

"Artist and muse? I don't know man, you're super picky." It came out with his typically whiny intonation, his tone a rollercoaster as he got deeper into thought.

Taehyung stayed quiet for a few minutes, mulling over the possibility. “Could do.”

The other man slurped in his noodles, finishing them and sipping the soup. “So, roleplay, uh?”

“It makes me feel freer. Like I’m not V from BTS. Like I’m just a boy who loves his girl.”

Hobi nodded. “You don’t know the incredible amount of places I wish I could fuck Giggles.”

Tae clapped his hands and laughed. “Like that one time at the restaurant. Damn, you disappeared for half an hour.”

Hoseok stood up to discard his container, then sat down again. In the meantime he reminisced. How Giggles had smiled mysteriously at him, holding his hand and carefully taking him away from the main scene, into a corridor and then to the restroom. He remembered how she’d palmed him heavily, how he’d cum in her mouth after five minutes of her devoted ministrations. He remembered how Giggles had fingered herself as she was sucking him, waiting for him to be done so he would crouch down, bunch up her skirt and eat her out until her eyes crossed and her legs quivered, lost in ecstasy.

“Sometimes I wished I could just get lost somewhere like in an alley or drive off in the countryside and get it all loose.” Hoseok huffed quietly as he cleaned after his meal, grabbing an half empty tube of ice cream and setting it on the table, again sitting beside Tae. “Make her take off her panties while we’re out for dinner. Do her against the mirror in the elevator.”

“The one back at the dorms...” Tae arched an eyebrow, nodding knowingly.

“Yeah. Or like… Go to a club and just finger her on the dancefloor. Or in a dark nook.” His eyes crinkled shut.

“I get it. People knowing you sucks sometimes. Lace and I wanted to go to one of those... dungeons? Or maybe like an adult club. One of those places where you can perform in front of a crowd. Try some real exhibitionism. And some serious bondage.” Taehyung finished his own meal, discarding the finished cups and plates and grabbing a spoon to share the ice cream.

“Like, shibari?” Hobi asked, making eye contact with his friend.

“Yeah, why not.” Tae shrugged. “Lace would be interested. We’ve done mild things before and she enjoyed, but those are things you need to learn with an expert and just thinking of all the things that could go wrong makes me shiver.” He took a big mouthful of ice cream, almost freezing his brain in the process.

“I took an online course. Kinda fun.” Hoseok smiled and turned a bit shy. “Giggles was ecstatic. We learned some extra knots together, from a book our teacher recommended. She’s a keen student. Very dedicated.” He exploded in bubbly laughter.

“Would you let her tie you up?” Tea asked.

“I don’t know if she wants to, but I would let her.” Hobi blushed. “I wouldn’t mind. She’s talented. And disciplined. Very careful and diligent. I know I would be in good hands. What about you?”

“I’ve already let Lace tie me up.” Taehyung was absolutely confident, his voice neutral. “I enjoy letting her manhandle me every now and then.” He shrugged again, blowing his cheeks and rubbing at his chin. “She can do that. Honestly, she did take some lessons and taught me a few things. We explore a lot together.” At this, his eyes moved to the floor, a bit flustered. Lace knew his body like no one else in the world. He had spent years living in it and getting to know it, but his girlfriend had put body and soul into exploring him, memorising every small tell, every little quirk and sweet spot. Lace had unravelled him in a couple weeks, studying his anatomy with a maniacal precision. And when he allowed her to take control of him, her knowledge showed. Her fingers could draw endless pleasure, keeping him on his toes for hours and then making him explode like fireworks. But the most important thing was the way she had learned to soothe him, to care after him, her affection like balm to his bitter moods and darkest nights.

“Glad for you.” Hoseok gave him a pat on the shoulder, drawing him in for a hug.

Taehyung was getting ready to leave. “I got to talk to Namjoon. He’s giving me feedback on some lines in English. By the way, have you heard of him and Vixen?”

“What?”

“Had a fight. He’s hell-bent on making it up to her.” Tae scrunched his nose. “Guk sorta walked in on them in the studio the other day. I don’t know if they made up.”

Hoseok pouted. “Joon temper’s sucks. Boy got some pent up pressure and he’s gonna blow a fuse someday or other. Plus Vixen’s no saint.”

“She holds him accountable for his bullshit. Takes good care of him. Plus, man, she’s a keeper.”

“Truly.” Hobi thought back to the sparks between her and Namjoon everytime they’re together. If that wasn’t love, then he didn’t know what it could ever be. Probably it was the way Giggles searched for his hand when she was afraid, the way she always looked at him when she found something funny, or that small breath she held every time he said her name. Or even the way he needed to bury his nose in her neck when he needed to rest. How he always put his hand on the small of her back when he needed her at his side, when he looked for support and protection.

Taehyung already had his hand on the handle of the kitchen’s door when Hoseok stopped him. “How do you store your… stuff, with Lace?”

“You mean what? Toys? Porn? Pics?”

The older huffed. God, he’s really shameless. “Your vids?”

Taehyung’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh. That stuff. I assume you’re not hiding it from her?”

“I was thinking of shooting something. I need safe storage.” Hoseok rubbed at his forehead, crossing his arms.

“Avoid phones. Worst thing. Get yourself a good camera and a decent memory card. Like 72GB. Keep all the stuff in the memory card or pen drive. Lace and I have it in our bedside table. Never keep stuff on the phone or in cloud.” He pointed a finger towards Hoseok for emphasis. “I would recommend an action camera, which is practical like a phone but safer. But if you do use a phone, no connection, no wifi, nothing. Just a phone used like a good ol' camera. Move all the stuff away as soon as you’re done.”

“Yeah, that was sort of a given..” Hobi nodded. “So, a camera? Suggestions?”

“Depends? Handheld or tripod?” Taehyung asked, checking his phone.

“You know me. Hands on my girl, and I like shifting a lot.”

“Tripod. Definitely. I’ll send you some links for reference tonight. Enjoy.”

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[oohfluffy]

TIHM Ch.8 | BBH

Group: EXO

Member: Byun Baekhyun

Theme: Angst | Fluff | Rated M | University!AU | Football!AU

Word Count: 1,647

chapter 8

"Aunt said you can start working at her coffee shop later at 8pm. Shift is until 11, so bring your pepper spray."

You glanced at your best friend, who was too busy eating her breakfast. You nodded silently as you took a sip of your coffee.

"I'll send you the directions to the shop since I can't walk you there today. I have practice until 9, won't be eating dinner here as well. Be sure to eat yours before you go to work." Jiwon continued reminding you like a mother who'll be going away for a while. "Go home as soon as the shop closes. No other trips than home."

"Okay, I understand." You mumbled, putting down your cup on the table. You stared at your empty plate before opening your mouth again. "I made you upset, didn't I?"

Jiwon's movements halted at your words. Her eyes still casted downwards as yours went up to her. You purse your lips as you formed a proper apology in your mind.

"I'm sorry for being so insensitive." You said, looking away as you were reminded of how you must have sounded desperate before. Wanting to go back to those people. Wanting to create peace within the chaos those people bring. 

It was a far-fetched dream.

"I'm sorry for not listening to you." You mumbled as your fingers rubbed your cold cup of coffee. "I'm stupid for even trying to treat a hopeless case. I just thought that if I heed their wants, I could seize the fire between us all—"

"But you said it yourself, it's hopeless." Jiwon spoke with such pain in her voice, you just wanted to cry again. "Ever since Yong Sun died, it turned all hopeless, Saejin. She's the one at fault, but she died, so she isn't! Of course, who would believe that she's the real bitch?" 

With the mention of her, you felt everything turning black.

"Let's not talk about this, Jiwon-ah." You shook your head as you stood up with your plate and cup. Jiwon humorlessly chuckled as she stood up without a word, moving back to her room with a slam. You sighed as you placed down the plate on the sink.

Lee Yong Sun, your grade school best friend until college.

"Why did you have to do that?" You whispered as your eyes welled. You swallowed the lump forming in your throat before starting to wash the dishes. 

You wonder if forgiveness is something you could easily give to the ones who are already gone. Will it be easier?

—

"Are you alone? Did you come with someone?" Hyoseop asked as he sat on the couch at the end of the hallway. You awkwardly sat on the other side, hands intertwined tightly in perturbation. You looked around the area, but it seems like your eyes were magnets attracted to the person on your left.

"Uh. I'm with my friends, they're downstairs though. I was just—" You knew telling him the truth, that you wanted to talk to him and you ended up stalking him up here, would end up you being embarrassed and him thinking you are one of his fangirls—which you are, not the crazy ones though. So nope, out of the list. A half-truth then. "—trying to escape from the noise, and rest from all the craziness down there." You chuckled nervously as you looked down at your lap.

"I know right?" His response was a pleasant surprise to you. You looked up with light in your eyes as he chuckled against his cup. "I never get used to these nonsense parties. What is there to celebrate anyway? It's not even football season yet, nor is it New Year. They go too much trouble just to make out and eat buffet." 

Your cheeks flushed as you heard him comment on all the disgusting shit the seniors were doing. He must have noticed you fell silent, making him look back at you. You were biting your lip as you looked up at the ceiling, as if the heavens had open up for you already. He laughed as he mumbled an apology.

"I'm sorry, was I talking too much?"

"N-No! It's fine, I was just..." Your cheeks were now on fire as he placed his cup down on the coffee table. You started stuttering as you tried finding the right words."I-I like your voice, so it doesn't matter if you t-tell me all of your stories." You shyly said as you mentally face-palmed yourself for being so flirty.

Was that flirty? Is that even worthy to be flirty? Or was it cheesy?

Your senior crush must have been taken aback by your statement as he stared at you in awe. You looked away as you leaned on the soft couch further, trying to be engulfed by the cushion in embarrassment.

Couch, please swallow me now. NOW!

"That's a relief then. I get kind of talkative most of the time." He laughed as he looked at the dimmed lights on the ceiling. "Though, as much as I'd be glad to share my stories," He sat up straight as his eyes went back on yours. Your eyes twinkled at the gaze he was giving you right now. You must have looked like a teenage girl who's head over heels with this guy. 

"I'd love to hear your voice more, Saejin-ah."

—

With the thick hardbound Human Anatomy book in your hand, you trudged your way up to your last class for the day. You looked around you before sighing in relief. 

It would be awkward if I suddenly bump into Baekhyun, wouldn't it?

"Oh! Fangirl-ssi!"

It felt like your lungs abruptly stopped operating, and you were left breathless. Your eyes widened as you turned in front of you. A tall guy with a huge grin plastered on his face welcomed you. 

Not until someone pushed him from behind.

"Tsk. Stop calling her that. She's not a fangirl, Chanyeol." A smaller guy with the huge pair of eyes, the kind one from last week. 

Why do I feel like I'd be seeing them often now that I met them?

"I'm sorry if I startled you..." Chanyeol trailed off as he scratched the back of his neck while looking at you expectantly. You looked back at the big-eyed guy, who was surprisingly looking back at you with curiosity as well.

"Saejin." You mumbled silently, looking away as you gripped your book on your chest. "I'm Saejin."

"Saejin, hmm?" Chanyeol repeated your name with a grin. "Saejin-ah." Until his eyes showed recognition when he repeated your name for the third time. "Saejin? I feel like I heard—"

"It's nice to meet you again, Saejin-ssi. I'm Kyungsoo." The big-eyed guy called Kyungsoo said with a nod. "We're both from the Composition Studies, just right on the building in front." 

COMPOSITION STUDIES?! Is it possible that they know who's playing the piano on their floor in breaks? 

"Baek is also with us, though..." Chanyeol hummed as he looked at Kyungsoo. "...he likes to fool around so damn much."

"You don't need to share such a disgraceful information about him." Kyungsoo shook his head before looking back at you with a polite smile. "Well, we won't keep you for long, Saejin-ssi. Let's see each other around."

"Y-Yeah." You muttered as you slightly bowed your head. They made a move, continuing to walk downstairs with Chanyeol waving at you enthusiastically. "See you around, K-Kyungsoo sunbae, Chany-yeol sunbae."

They made a few steps down when Chanyeol suddenly turned his head back to you, startling you once again as his eyes stared into yours.

"Ah! I almost forgot to ask you. You're close with Irene and her friends, right?" His question made your eyes turn into slits as if he just asked you if the world was truly flat or a donut. 

"Uh. We're just batch mates. And..." You forced a smile as you spoke. "...we're not friends."

"Oh." Chanyeol frowned. Kyungsoo must have noticed how you looked so uncomfortable talking about those girls as he tugged on his friend's sleeve, warning him silently to keep his mouth shut. But Chanyeol won't. "I was just wondering if you knew why Baekhyun kicked them all out of the victory party last Monday. He was pretty mad too."

Kicked out? Baekhyun did that? He was mad?

"She doesn't look like she would know shit about that, Chanyeol. She's a decent person unlike the rest of them." Kyungsoo tsked once again as he pulled his friend down, making the other whine. He looked back at you with an apologetic smile. "Sorry for the bother, Saejin-ssi!"

"I-It's alright."

They were still bickering as they went further away, while you remained standing there by the staircase. Eyes filled with surprise and questions. 

"Why would he do that?" You muttered under your breath, blinking your eyes rapidly before resuming your walk again. You shook your head as you gripped your book closer. "They must've done something to him."

You quickly opened the door at the back of the room, just in time when the bell rang, signalling the start of the class. You took a seat on the nearest chair at the back, settling down before the professor entered the room. You placed your bag under your table when you noticed that Irene's group was on the corner as they glanced at you with displeased gazes. Looking away from their side, you just opened your notebook and reviewed the past lesson taught.

They continued murmuring among themselves until the professor came in. You were surprised they didn't bother messing with you today like the usual. They just kept quiet as they sat on their seats, just throwing glares in your way. Nothing worse than that.

A miracle.

You wonder if their behavior was because of something that happened in the party. 

You wouldn't want to know.

—

♫ Ch.9

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[cheemerthelizard]

Crusader of Life (Kakyoin x Reader) Chapter 18

Last one! Thank you to everyone who’s read this so far, it was really fun to write, and I’m glad that I’m sharing it with Tumblr. Of course, for you guys, this has been going on for two and a half weeks, but for me, this journey was two hours. Yeah. I spent two hours queueing all these. But it’s all worth it! Thank you for 100 followers!

Ace of Pentacles jerked up from her user’s mind, in a strange place. Brilliant lights were everywhere, and multiple people were crowded around (Y/N)’s unconscious body, including Jotaro. Wait, weren’t you supposed to be dead? Then how was she summoned?

“Good, it worked,” Jotaro was talking in a tone Ace had never heard before. A tone of urgency and worry. “Ace of Pentacles, your user is on the brink of death. We’re all lucky she went unconscious with you summoned, because we were able to activate you and give you a little energy boost without waking her up, which would’ve been fatal.”

Why was Jotaro telling her all of this?

“Listen, you need to heal her,” Jotaro begged. “Duplicate her cells and close the openings in her chest and cracks in her skull that are going to kill her if you don’t do something fast.”

Ace of Pentacles had never seen this boy so worked up before, so it had to be important. Of course, one look at (Y/N) and it was clear why he was being so urgent. Ace nodded, and got to work.

Ah, jeez, how did (Y/N) do this again? Anatomy books, I think. Come on, Ace, you’re a part of her! Rack your memories. You have to find something. Anything! Yes! That’s it! Stitches! Sewing together the skin to stop the bleeding.

Ace squeezed together the deepest wound on (Y/N)’s chest, and duplicated the skin until the two sides were touching. Oh, and for good measure, she welded the blood veins and muscle tissues together, as well. The rest of the open wounds were fairly small, aside from a few bruises, but it was best if those healed on their own, since Ace couldn’t see the wounds. Anything she couldn’t see could be fatal if it was healed the wrong way.

“Okay, now we need you to mend her skull,” Jotaro said. “It’s cracked, but none of the pieces got in her brain, so it’s safe for you to just fill in the cracks.”

Wait, wasn’t that what I was just avoiding?! At least there’s an X-ray for this. Still, this is a huge step from visible wounds. I... I don’t think I can do this.

I have to, though. (Y/N)’ll die if I don’t. I’ll die if I don’t. I have to try.

Using the X-ray, Ace of Pentacles started carefully forming the broken pieces of the skull together, little by little. Her hands shook like crazy, so it was good that no hands were necessary for this. The SPW worker in the back of the ambulance turned (Y/N) over, revealing even more cracks on that side. Ace was getting the hang of this, though. Her hands were shacking less and less, and she was going quicker than before. The second side got done sooner than the first, and (Y/N) was fully healed.

“Thank you,” Jotaro let out a breath that he hadn’t even realized he’d been holding in. “Now, we can’t let  you roam free for too long. It’ll cause brain damage, or something.”

Nodding, Ace of Pentacles returned back to (Y/N)’s mind, her shoulders feeling like an elephant had been taken off her back.

She’d done it. (Y/N) would survive, because of her.

***

Your eyes slowly cracked open, and a bright light blinded you for a minute. Was... was this it? Was this heaven? It must’ve been. But it didn’t feel any different. You started rising up from a bed, but quickly laid back down when you noticed that your head was throbbing in pain.

“The doctors said it would be a couple of hours until your head felt better.”

That voice. You slowly turned your body towards it, and saw that familiar red hair and lavender eyes. Right behind him, the one who got you caught up in all this mess, with his tattered hat and open uniform.

“I’m... not dead?” you croaked.

“All thanks to that Stand of yours,” Jotaro replied. “We found a way to awaken it without waking you up.”

“Ace of Pentacles?” you asked. You summoned your Stand and looked her in the eyes. “You saved me?”

If Stands could blush, Ace would’ve been full-on red. She scratched the back of her head and nodded, and you hugged her tightly.

“Thank you,” you sobbed. “Thank you.”

When you were done hugging Ace, you turned to Jotaro, who rolled his eyes and opened his arms, a small smile forming from his lips. Gratefully, you hugged him, too. Not too tight, because he wouldn’t appreciate that, but enough for him to know how much it meant to you that he saw a chance to save you and took it.

Once that was done, you turned to Kakyoin, who’s eyes were red with tears already. You jumped into his arms, and started crying again.

“I thought you were gone forever,” he sniffled. “The Speedwagon Foundation workers rushed past me, and I saw you in one of the beds. Jotaro had to come and find me to tell me you were fine.”

“I thought I wouldn’t save you in time,” you said. “I was afraid that I hadn’t gotten to your body before your soul passed away, and - ow! My head!”

“Sorry,” Kakyoin set you down. “I must’ve squeezed you too hard.”

“It’s okay,” you laughed.

“So, how’s she doing?” Joseph came into the room.

“Mr. Joestar?” you exclaimed. “But... but I saw you die! How did you...?”

“It’s a long story,” Joseph said. “I’ll tell you later. But how are you feeling?”

“Aside from the throbbing pain in my head, I’m feeling fine,” you replied.

“That’s good to hear,” Joseph patted you on the head. “We’ve been through a lot these past fifty days, and I would hate to keep you here any longer. After all, you all have families to go to.”

“(Y/N)!” Polnareff ran into the room, and scooped you up in a hug. “We were all so worried about you!”

“Ow,” you squeaked. “Polnareff, my head. You’re hurting my head.”

“Oh!” He almost dropped you back on the bed. “So sorry!”

“It’s okay,” you reassured him. “It was an accident. I’m happy to see you, too.”

“Now, since we have all of the crying and stuff out of the way,” Joseph said, “how about one last bite to eat together, before we all go our separate ways?”

“That sounds great!” you cheered.

“I second that,” Jotaro answered.

“That would be nice,” Kakyoin grinned.

“I would like to see you all one last time,” Polnareff sighed.

“Then it’s settled!” Joseph announced. “Let’s go get some food as a group before we split up.”

Everyone cheered as you left the hospital and hailed a taxi.

“We did it,” you said to Kakyoin.

“We did it,” he said back.

And it was true. You all did it. Dio was no more. It may have been at the expense of some friends along the way that you would sorely miss for the rest of your days, but Dio was finally defeated, once and for all.

End of Stardust Crusaders

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[goodnightallwhites]

Elizabeth in Shock by Zenalite

Chapter 1 - Encounters

An infinity of books couldn't keep her entertained. A journey through several tears resulted in a whole lot of new books. Elizabeth sat cross legged on the bed and went through her haul. Books on law. Books on philosophy. Books on... travel? The worn tome that came into her hands detailed travels done in Africa and came with many painstaking maps of various regions and illustrations of different landscapes, fauna, and even local people. Elizabeth flipped through pages with detachment, until one particular illustration of a tribesman caught her eye. His lanky body had been painted white and he held a spear in one hand. But what made her stop short was the size of the thing between his legs. Surely there was something wrong with it. Surely one couldn't get that big naturally. That's just vulgar! Elizabeth flicked the page away, not sparing the matter another thought... then went back to look at it again. "How can it be so big?" she wondered aloud. Frustratingly, the author decided to comment on every little thing about the illustration except the penis size. "What incompetent fools." She had looked through enough anatomy textbooks and art illustrations to know that they couldn't get that big. If anything, they were usually a quarter of what that was, or less. The only thing she could think of that differed in what she had seen and what this illustration in particular showed was the origin of the man in question. Certainly, even her anatomy textbooks were more or less based on the European populations, though there were many other people out there, and Columbia supposedly welcomed people of value from any part of the world. So... Could it have been a distinction of darker-skinned men? Of African men in particular? To have it... that big? "That's interesting," she said, tapping the page and rolling the tip of her tongue over her lower lip. No, not interesting... That wasn't the word she was looking for. Curious. Yes. A curious thing. One that required further research. Her options, however, were somewhat limited. How precisely could she get a man naked to study him? And how many timelines would it take to jump through until she even met one that fit the type? In any case... her best shot of getting a guy to display himself required her prepping up with enough sultry accessories to raise their apprehension. It might've been a scientific question for her, but they surely wouldn't respond well to feeling like experiments. Rather than waste time putting together a new outfit, she simply wore the usual white blouse, but she made one significant adjustment: she wore nothing under it. Her supple breasts moved freely under the thin fabric, their curves filling out the blouse and stretching it, her nipples nudging through. "Somewhat perverted," she judged, inspecting herself in the mirror. But it would do... The next step was to find a man. A black man. The first tear she went through proved to be a complete disappointment. All she had found was a family lunch in a sunny garden. The second proved to be deserted. The third... The fourth... The fifth...  Elizabeth finally entered such a strange environment that it took a while to understand just what it was. The interior was warm and wet, with moisture dripping down the tiled walls. Only when he saw someone go past her holding a towel around his waist and giving her a strange look did she figure it out: a sauna. Oddly a good place for what she wanted, though it was still possible not to find what she needed. Yet as she went down the dark hallway glancing into one room and then another, her body began to sweat from the heat. Elizabeth looked down to see the curves of her breasts swaying as she hurried along, but also that the fabric had become moist and transparent, gluing itself to her skin. How impractical. At length she found one entryway above which the words FOR NEGROES were inscribed in red. Certainly emphatic, these people. Such kind of discrimination would've never been tolerated on Columbia. Only one man sat in this part of the sauna. His back faced Elizabeth as she made her way inside, huge and muscular, strained under some sort of exercise. He is so... great in stature, she thought. Like a statue of Hercules. Every so often she could hear him moan and see his musculature rippling, accompanied by a sloshing noise. Only when she went closer and turned to see him from the front did she see that he stroked himself all alone. A rock-hard shaft stretched from his crotch, his massive hand massaging it up down, milking it methodically. The engorged head spilled cum with every forward thrust of his hand, with a long threads connecting between the head and the floor. His eyes came up and he saw her. "Ma'am?" he asked nervously. You're so big... Elizabeth tried to speak but found herself unable to. The size of the thing had more of a reaction on her than she thought possible, sending a tingle from her stomach area that spread throughout her entire body. After all that jumping around from one timeline to another, she had finally found what she was looking for. And it was real. They truly were that big... Without saying a word, she found herself talking a few steps forward and bringing her hand down to touch it - and wrapped around it. It felt so nice in her grip. Soft at the touch of skin against skin, but as hard as could be underneath, pulsing with life and desire, growing only bigger now that it found itself under her protective warmth. Not only that, but the color... The color contrasted so beautifully with her milky white hand. She couldn't imagine many people having one this big, nor many girls being fortunate enough to touch one so freely. Suddenly, Elizabeth felt excited and honored to be granted access to such a kingly rod. She lowered herself onto her knees instinctively to get a better look at it, fighting against the protests at the man in front of her. Why would he refuse this? Of course, she couldn't be aroused by such a thing. This was only a matter of curiosity. She wrapped both her hands around it, amazed at how much room for a third and even a fourth still remained. Astounding... Her small white hands could barely do anything to grapple with a thing of its size. Still... she tried. She stroked similarly to how he had been doing before, milking every drop of sperm from his cock... I wonder what it tastes like. Such questions couldn't be answered. She couldn't just introduce random substances into her body and hope for it to pan out well. She raised her gaze and found his head to be tilted back, feeling what she imagined to be the same sort of pleasure she felt when tasting a morsel far too sweet for her taste buds. A tingling in the brain. His sculpted chest glistened in the low light, shiny beads like diamonds running down its ebony planes and curves. Elizabeth could feel the tense and release of his body coinciding with the pressure she used on his cock. How interesting... She stroked him gently, then hard, and everywhere in between, trying to see all the possible reactions she could get out of him. Her eyes kept going down to the scrotum dangling below - a tempting target for research, but perhaps too sensitive to this kind of touch. The heat in the sauna, however, made left her dripping wet. The fabric of her blouse stuck to her torso as if glued, almost painful to peel off. Wet strands of hair dangled over her face, while beads of sweat passed her eyes and mouth, destroying her makeup. Coming from the corridors, she could hear some commotion. Have they found me? Or has it found me? Either way, haste was needed if she was to finish all of this in time. With her small white hands wrapped tightly around his thick shaft, she went back and forth, faster and faster, feeling its violent throbbing under heart soft fingers. He groaned loudly, the sound echoing all over the sauna. Ropes of cum shot out from the head and splattered an unready Elizabeth on the face. Still, she pleasured him until every lost drop got milked out, at which point his cock softened. She could feel the threads of his warm seed oozing down her face and between her fingers. As people passed the doorway, she got up and ran, in search of another tear that could get her out. A loose tile held one. Elizabeth ripped into it and stepped past to the other side.   She found herself in an alleyway that connected two busy streets. It was dark out, but warm and breezy. Fireworks were going up in the air at a distance. Well-dressed gentlemen went by with their canes banging against the cobblestones, and every so often a small car would pass by, its loud engine rattling for everyone to hear. I've seen much worse. Her clothes remained soaked. As did her hair. Worst of all, her face was still covered in seed. That had been... one interesting experiment. Though Elizabeth had never felt any particular interest in males, she needed to admit that these black ones were slowly getting her to reconsider. So big and so dark, she thought, unable to forget the sensation of feeling his throbbing member between her pale hands. Now she wished she had done more with it. Who knows when I'll come across one again? As she stood there, dreaming of big black cock and starting to explore her feelings about it, she heard footsteps coming down the alley. Goddamnit! She did her best to bring her appearance to a level of normality, running her hands quickly through her hair and ungluing the wet fabric from her chest. Rather than take the cum off, she rubbed it into her face, spreading it like lotion. As a drop of it made its way to her lips, she brought out her tongue to lick it off. Such a small amount can't have much of an effect. It tasted strangely pleasant... The idea that she savoured the seed coming from the strong black man sent a shiver down her spine. What in the world is the matter with me? "Ma'am, you got a light?" she heard behind her. "A light? No!" But the man came around. He was handsome. Blue-eyed and blonde, with a cap on his head. He smiled. "You sure do look beautiful." "W-Why, thank you..." stammered Elizabeth. "Not from around here, are you?" "I'm afraid not." "Come with me. I'll buy you a drink." She should've said no and gone in search of another tear. But her current feelings were such that she longed for male companionship. ... even if it didn't happen to be of the right color. He did, however, turn out to be a nice guy. They sat together in the little tavern and drank in the gloom, making jokes. Elizabeth noticed that he could never look away from her chest, though the blouse had dried up by now. "Say..." He reached over the table and grabbed her hand. "Can I be frank with you?" "Of course." "I really want to fuck you right now." Elizabeth's mind reeled. Frankness was one thing, but this was simply rude. "Uhm..." "I wanna grab you by the hair and fuck you stupid in that bathroom over there." He jerked his head down the hall. "What do you say?" No way! was what should've come out of her mouth. But as she sat there drinking, her mind went time and time again to the beautiful big black cock she had just experienced. The more she thought about it, the more aroused she came to be, and the more she hated herself for leaving it back there. I should've... tried it. Tasted it. Who would have known? Now she was bound to waste days trying to find another, and one could only guess if it would be as nice and if its possessor would be as compliant. As she gazed at this handsome white young man, she wanted to think that she might strike gold again. Maybe he is just as big. Then again, he was not black. Maybe just a little as big. She would settle for two thirds if necessary. Elizabeth glanced around at the other tables. Then she leaned forwards and whispered. "Is your thing big?" He gave her a look and remained silent. His cheeks flushed somewhat. "I would say so." "But have others said so?" asked Elizabeth quickly. She was in no mood to go in there with him only to be disappointed. "Yes!" he snapped. "Yes, they have." Well then. Elizabeth rose. The two of them, doing their best to look as innocent as possible, rushed for the bathroom. He dragged her into one of the stalls and slammed the door, at which point he began to grope her tits. "God, but these are amazing..." Elizabeth couldn't care less about such praises. Instead, her hands went down to his pants and undid the slip, then pulled out his cock. What came out was hardly the veined trump that she imagined. Instead, a white little worm appeared, so small that she wondered if it could even beat her thumb in a size contest. She cringed, filled by revulsion. "What the hell is that?" "W-W-What do you mean he stammered? Its my cock." But in response, it only seemed to get smaller. "It's just not hard yet, that's all. You need to make me hard." Will it really? Elizabeth wasn't too sure about that. Still, she did find the black guy stroking himself - was that why he became so huge? Ah, to hell with it. Considering that he was also handsome, she decided to give him a shot. She reached down and wrapped the tips of her fingers around the small body and jerked it lightly. The guy leaned weakly against the stall and rolled his eyes pleasure. It did harden... somewhat. But the size remained the same. As she went on stroking it, his reactions became more and more intense. Would he finally get it big for her? But just as she thought it would explode and grow in size, a few transparent squirts flew out of his cock and went... she couldn't even see where! It was barely anything. Breathless, he opened his eyes. "Thank you so much." "WHAT!" snapped Elizabeth, slamming her palm into the stall right by his head."That was it? You said you were big! You little liar! Deceiver!" "I am big," he fought back. "Big? That's small. Not even small. Tiny. How do you think you could satisfy me with that?" He snorted proudly. "Well, good luck finding someone bigger. Especially with that attitude." Right then the door to the bathroom groaned open and shut back loudly. A keychain could be heard rattling around at the same time as some loud footsteps made their way closer to their stall. "I know you're in there," said a low voice. "You gotta get going now. Or else you'll be in trouble. Come on, now. Get out of there before I have to drag you out by force." Elizabeth opened the stall and came face to face with a middle-aged janitor. A black janitor. "Excuse me, miss," he said apologetically, "but you've got to go." His body was huge. Neither fat nor muscular, but somewhere in between, with brawny arms and legs, but huge belly sagging at his front and a double chin draping from his shiny bald head. A black man, she thought, the breath already catching in her throat. Just the sight of him made her entire body respond instinctively - strength waning, replaced instead by a desire to fall down and submit. Her eyes went down to his crotch, desperate to see if he would turn out to be just as big, but his belly blocked it. "Miss," he repeated. Looking him in the eyes, Elizabeth took his gnarled, hairy paw and brought it up to rest on her chest. She touched her hardened nipples with his fingertips, then slowed down and allowed him to take the reigns. Without her guidance, he finally groped and squeezed her soft and tender breast. A young white breast for his old black hand. "W-What are you doing?" the white guy asked in total disbelief. "You there!" he yelled at the janitor. "Stop that at once!" Elizabeth's mouth opened to let out a soft moan as the janitor began to knead her chest with both hands. The white guy ranted against it, but made no move to stop him. He knows he has no chance. "We'll leave here," she whispered to the janitor. "But first you need to let me suck your cock." The janitor laughed grimly. "How about I take your tits out first?" Elizabeth shrugged submissively. "Please do whatever you want." He ripped apart her blouse effortlessly, the buttons popping and hitting the walls of the stalls and finally clattering against the floor. Her plump and perky breasts were out, jiggling softly along with her nervous breaths, the long nipples begging to be touched. The black fingers dug into her young white flesh, kneading it roughly and tugging mercilessly at her nipples. It hurt, but Elizabeth let him have his way with her. Not only did she not have the power to stop him, but she wanted him to enjoy her. Her white young body was his to use in exchange for what he would give her in turn - a strong black cock. She dropped to her knees and began to undo his pants. He took a step closer, leaving her under his hanging gut. At another time, she would've found that disgusting. But now she couldn't care less. Research isn't easy, after all... The cock she found turned out to be more wonderful than she could've ever imagined. Even longer and thicker than the previous one. Due to the age difference, though, this one looked a lot more gnarled and used-up, with veins popping over the whole surface along with the occasional bump. It's still beautiful.   She relished the feeling of touching it and cried with joy at being granted yet another opportunity. She began to strike it enthusiastically, coming up every so often to give it a gentle kiss. "Elizabeth?" she could hear her white companion say. But the janitor accepted it all. His strong hands came down to rest on her head. "That's right, baby. Suck that cock for me." That was all the encouragement she needed. She wrapped her tongue around his head and shaft and licked them up lovingly, still sparing the time to kiss it in worship as she went from the base up to the leaking tip. The huge head barely fit into her mouth. But she brought it in with all her power, sucking her cheeks in and creating a vacuum in which to empty his seed. The janitor pushed his cock deeper down her throat, getting her to gag and choke, but Elizabeth accepted it all gladly. Her little white throat belonged to him. Even if broke under his black cock, that was his right. She had read enough about the animal kingdom to know that males often raped the females to pass on the strongest seed, and that humans likely did the same at one point in the distant past. The only way this differed was that she recognized him as being stronger and worthier. He did not need to force himself on her because his physical dominance and superiority was precisely why she knelt before him in the first place. Elizabeth accepted the idea of being his fucktoy. Gladly. As she struggled to take down the rest of his cock he suddenly pulled her up and pushed her against the wall of the bathroom. Her warm chest, drizzled in cum and spit, pressed against the hard tiles as he lifted up her skirt. "You're a good girl, aren't you?" "Yes... The best." As his cock plunged inside, Elizabeth screamed. Her insides were being torn apart by his ramming shaft, being treated with a violence she never experienced and her fragile white body hadn't been built for. The janitor wrapped his hand around her mouth and kept her quiet, pumping in and out of her ruined cunt at leisure, seeming to enjoy her rending cries of agony. "Excuse me," the white guy said again, stepping up to them. "Y-You're hurting her." "Piss off!" snapped the janitor. He took his hand from her ass shoved him right into the wall. The white guy stared at the scene before him wide-eyed, looking scared. But suddenly, as Elizabeth's rolled-back eyes met his, he started to jerk off. Elizabeth yielded before the massive cock and found pleasure in the pain. She relaxed her pussy and spread her legs, allowing his black cock to penetrate as deeply as it chose. His hand kept slapping her ass at the same time, sending waves of electrifying pain up her back and burning her pale flesh with his black touch. Marking her as his property. Never... Never had she felt anything so powerful and overwhelming. A pedestrian way of putting it might've been that he fucked her like an animal. But that couldn't get at the immense force he directed for the very purpose of breaking her down, nor for the thoughtful joy with which contemplated complete submission to his will and his big black cock. With him, she could accept being trapped in that tower forever.   He picked her up and moved her in front of the mirror, forcing Elizabeth to look at herself. Now her breasts swinged wildly as he pummeled her from the back. A few tears glittered on her face under the bathroom lights. The white guy could still be seen in the back, stroking himself eagerly at the sight of a young white girl being fucked silly by a BBC. "Is that good?" asked the janitor. "Yes..." He yanked her back by the hair, then smacked her face hard. The crackle echoed in the bathroom. "Yes, sir." "Yes, sir," repeated Elizabeth meekly. Then he brought her head back again and pulled her up for a deep kiss, trying to send his tongue deep down her throat. Elizabeth moaned weakly in his grasp. He let her go, a few strands of spit still connecting their mouths. Then he cleared his throat and spit a glob of phlegm right into her face. "Dumb white cunt." "Yes, sir." As he prepared to dump his seed inside, his fingers came forward and slid into her mouth. He opened Elizabeth's mouth as far as it could go as she stared at herself, forcing her into a gruesome smile as her eyes rolled back again and again from the pounding of her pussy. Drool dripped from her lolling tongue. Do black men always like to humiliate us like this? she wondered, the spirit of the research kicking in once again. He began to fuck her ass hard as he could, punching into her womb with his big black cock so hard that she began to scream. A few seconds later, the tears came. But she no longer needed to keep any form of control. She was only a plaything in his hands that he was about to fill up. Elizabeth felt her lower body come on fire and heard the drumming of her heart everywhere in her head. She nearly passed out when she came, her pussy squirting a shower of her juices unto the floor, her legs quivering along with the rest of her body - helplessly, still dominated by the black hands and the black cock. When the janitor pulled out and let her go she fell to her knees, breathless and unable to speak. He zipped up and left without a word, while she struggled to regain her composure. She had come. So hard that she could barely even think. A moment later, as her body came out of panic mode and the flood of pleasure began to stream in, she laughed wildly and decadently, trying to hold still as the aftermath of the orgasm went through her at full force. "Are you okay?" the white guy asked her, coming over. He helped her up. "I'm amazing," said Elizabeth. She grinned with excitement. Her research proved successful. Beyond a doubt, black cocks were incredible. "Say..." started the white guy. "Can you please let me come inside you?" His "hard" cock peaked from the folds of his crotch, dripping a little cum. He was like a child. Elizabeth didn't have the heart in her to deny him. "Make it fast," she said, turning and spreading her legs. "But I don't need to tell you that, do I?" She could barely feel his cock go inside, but he moaned all the same, and seemed to go in and out. "Your pussy is so hot..." What an idiot! She giggled darkly. He couldn't even tell that his cock pushed not through her pussy but the endless stream of black seed that flowed from her womb. Elizabeth thought it fun to egg him on. "Go on, fuck me harder." He grabbed onto her tits and went in and out, the dull wet slap of his cock ringing in the bathroom. It only took a few thrusts until his grip tightened and he shook, spilling inside of her. "God, you're pathetic," she said. "I'm sorry..." "No, you are seriously so small and pathetic." Her flashing eyes held his. "You're an embarrassment. Look at your tiny cock. Look at how little you could do with that thing. Just take that white cock and lock it away forever." He looked down at his cock, now all shriveled up and dripping with thick and viscous cum that she knew couldn't be his own. "I'm sorry," he repeated, putting it away. Well. Not only did the research show that black cocks were far superior, but that white ones were completely useless in either event. Another victory for science.

[willowandfog]

New Fic- Chapter One!

This new fic is the second part to my fic I wrote for InuKag Week, One Week Sooner. If you haven’t read it yet you can read it here.

I would like to dedicate this new fic to @ruddcatha​, she was a huge supporter and a tremendous help to me when writing One Week Sooner, and when we were so choked up on the tragedy of the story she suggested I write a sequel. So a huge thank you @ruddcatha​, I love you!

Summary: When you look at me, do you see what you lost or do you see all of me?

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Chapter One

Nozomi sighed, dropping her backpack on her desk chair. She tied her long black hair back into a loose tail before throwing herself onto her bed. She glanced at the clock on her desk and groaned. She never had free time anymore, it was always go, go, go. She was grateful that she had finally been able to get into a dorm on campus, driving the twenty minutes home all the time had been a huge hassle. Pulling out her phone she double checked her schedule for the new study group time. She had finally decided to take her science requirement of anatomy even though she was close to graduating. She’d been putting it off as long as she could but couldn’t any longer. Deciding she had to join a study group, knowing that she’d likely fail if not. 

Sighing again, she pushed herself up off the bed. She pulled her textbook from her bag and grabbed her iPad from the desk. She’d be damned if she was going to lug around her whole backpack any more than she had to. With a grumble she left her dorm room, locking the door behind her and set off for the library. 

When she reached the library she took the stairs to the second level where the study rooms were. As she was rounding a corner, she collided with someone as they came around the other side. Nozomi’s book went skidding across the floor and her and the girl she had crashed into both stumbled back. The other girl found her balance but Nozomi did not and found herself on the floor. 

“Oof.” She said when she landed.

“I’m so sorry, are you ok?” 

Nozomi looked up at the girl to see her hand was stretched out to help her up. “Yeah, I’m ok.” She took the offered hand. “Thanks.” Standing up she brushed off her backside before turning back to the girl. Her jaw dropped. In front of her stood her mother. A girl in her early twenties, with long black hair and chocolate eyes, her facial structure was dead on to her late mother. The only differences Nozomi saw were the one streak of silver this girl had in her hair growing from the spot just near her bangs where the hair grew longer, and the golden flecks that seem to be floating in the iris of her left eye. Nozomi stood there gaping at her. She was wearing black yoga pants and a navy blue V-neck shirt, she had a black leather jacket on and was wearing simple black flats, and there was music blaring from the gold Beats that hung around her neck. 

The girl turned to pick up Nozomi’s dropped book. “You’re taking anatomy, that’s cool. My major’s in medicine.” She handed the book out to Nozomi. 

Nozomi froze for a moment, trying to comprehend what the girl had said before taking the book and tucking it in the crook of her arm. “Oh that’s totally awesome. I’m an English major, I’m about to graduate but I’ve just been putting this class off till the last minute.”

The girl chuckled. “Not a fan huh? If you want, I could help you study a bit?”

Nozomi glanced towards the study rooms before looking back at the girl. The girl who looked like her mother. She felt the need to figure this out. “Yeah sure that would be great.” Nozomi held out her hand. “I’m Nozomi.”

The raven haired girl clasped her hand. “Kagome.”

“Holy shit.” Nozomi whispered.

Kagome dropped her hand. “What?”

“Oh sorry. I just meant holy shit, this is so awesome of you. I was going to join a study group, but those can be so hit or miss you can never count on them.”

Kagome chuckled. “I know right. Come on, let’s get out of here, we can grab something at the coffee cart and sit out by the trees.” She walked past Nozomi, heading down the stairs. 

Nozomi followed, pulling out her phone and shooting a text. 

From: Nozomi

10:13 AM

Hey, dad. I’m gonna have to cancel lunch today, got a lot of studying to do. 

From: Dad

10:15 AM

Ok. No problem. Reschedule for tomorrow?

From: Nozomi

10:16 AM

Can’t tomorrow, paper due.

From: Dad

10:17 AM

Oooook. Next week then?

From: Nozomi

10:19 AM

I will probably have a lot of papers to help grade next week, there’s a big test for the class I’m helping with coming up. 

From: Dad

10:19 AM

:( Just let me know when.

From: Nozomi

10:20 AM

I will. Love you!

“Everything ok?” Kagome asked, nodding to Nozomi’s phone and her repeated texting.

“Oh. Yeah, totally. I was just cancelling lunch with my dad so I could get some studying done.” She tucked her phone into her back pocket, looking to see if the guy making their lattes was almost done. 

“Are you guys close?” Kagome asked, turning to watch her. 

“Yeah, definitely. He comes to campus and we have lunch together every week. He was all I had growing up, I never knew my mom. Well I mean I had my grandparents but… Yeah dad and I are close.” Nozomi shifted her eyes away. “Sorry, I ramble when I’m nervous.”

Kagome laughed, reaching up to grab her hazelnut latte that the coffee guy had set on the cart for her. “Why are you nervous?”

“Just, uhh. You know, meeting new people. Can be difficult sometimes.”

Kagome nodded in agreement. “So true.” Both girls turned as Nozomi grabbed her cup and they made their way to the lawn. “I don’t really know anyone on campus. Honestly I don’t really know many people around here, I transferred here last semester as a trial to see how I liked the school. I’ve been thinking of going back to the one I was at before.”

“No!” Nozomi practically shouted at her. When Kagome turned wide eyes to her she spoke again. “I mean, you should give this school a longer chance. It’s really great here, I’m actually a student teacher. I mean if your only reason for leaving is the lack of getting to know anyone, I’ll show you around and we can hang out. I haven’t really had much time for friends myself, it would be nice to have some girl time.” 

Kagome glanced at her with an amused look. “Sure, that could be nice. I guess some girl time never hurt anyone.”

They found a nice shady spot under a tree, and planted themselves down into the grass. They sat chatting and enjoying their coffees for a little while before Nozomi pulled out her book, handing it to Kagome to look over what material they were covering and opened up Goodnotes on her iPad. They had been going through the chapter for about an hour when Nozomi sighed. 

“Geez this stuff is tedious, I don’t know how you do it.” She set her iPad down, needing a break. When she looked up she spotted a man with silver hair, walking across the pavilion towards them.

“Oh shit, that’s my dad.”

Kagome turned her head to look in the direction Nozomi was. “Th-that’s your dad?” Her voice was a whisper.

Nozomi paled, before jumping to her feet. “Yeah, he must’ve been suspicious that I blew him off. Oh God.” She whispered the last words before jogging off to meet him partway. 

As she approached her dad she began to feel sick. He’s totally going to freak. Oh my God. He had long silver hair that flowed down his back, and was wearing a black t-shirt and jeans, his head was adorned with two doggie ears that marked him as a half-demon. He did not look pleased.

“Dad!” Nozomi called as she got closer. “What are you doing here? I said I was stuck studying.” She stopped in front of him, trying to block Kagome from view even though she knew it was pointless, he could easily see over her, with his towering 6’. 

“You were being all weird and evasive and you’ve only ever cancelled lunch once before and we rescheduled for the next day. Unlike this time. What's going on?”

“Nothing’s going on, my schedule just became really busy.” She tried to keep her voice calm, but noticed her dad was sniffing at the air. 

“Riiiight.” He mumbled. “What is that smell?” He walked around her, heading for the tree Nozomi had been sitting under. Kagome was gone.

Oh, thank God. But where did she go? Nozomi looked around, seeing if she could spot her anywhere. Nothing. Man, I didn’t even get her number.

She jogged over to the tree where her book and iPad lay. Her father was sniffing a pair of Beat headphones. Nozomi reached for them. “Oh! Those are Kago-” She went wide eyed. “I mean those are my friends. She must have left them.”

Her dad glared at her, pulling the headphones out of reach from her. “What was her name?”

Nozomi shifted her brown eyes away from his golden ones. “Kag.” She mumbled. 

“Kag? Her name is Kag?” Nozomi nodded. “Nozomi dear. You are a horrible liar. Why were you trying to hide this, what is going on?”

She sighed. “Oh dad.” She spoke with sadness in her voice before stepping forward to hug him. “Why don’t you catch up with her and give those back.” She stepped away from him and pointed at the headphones. “But dad, you should know. It’s mom. The girl said her name was Kagome, and she looks exactly like her. Like exactly like mom.”

Her dad paled. “What?” He whispered. “That’s crazy.” 

“You can go find her and see for yourself. Just… Be careful. I never knew mom so I can’t say for sure that it is her. If it is her then she hasn’t aged at all or something else weird is going on.”

Her dad sniffed the headphones one more time, before taking off in a direction towards the buildings. 

-------------------------------------------------------

Kagome jogged along the side of the library and as she approached the end of the building, she slowed down slightly. She turned, going behind the building before stopping to lean her back to the wall, trying to catch her breath. Her heart was racing and not from the jog. She covered her face with her hands. 

Holy shit. Oh my god! Oh my god!

She pressed fingers to her eyes, trying to fight the tears. 

She pushed away from the wall and began walking, heading for the other side of the building so she could cut across campus. She felt like she was in a daze. 

I can’t believe this is happening.

She was so lost in thought that when she came around the corner, she didn’t notice the man coming around the other way until it was too late. She felt like she’d run into a wall.

“Oof.” She stumbled back, starting to fall, she waved her arms trying to catch herself when a hand grabbed her wrist, pulling her back up. She was pulled back into the brick wall and was suddenly staring into the most gorgeous face and golden-honey eyes. 

He had one arm wrapped around her waist, holding her to his chest. A look of shock and disbelief on his face. “Kagome?” He whispered. 

She was lost in his eyes. Her brain felt foggy and all her previous thoughts were gone. 

Kagome, say something. He’s talking to you. Say something, anything. 

"You're gorgeous." She could've slapped herself. 

When he busted out into a huge grin, she bit her lip feeling ridiculous. She closed her eyes and shook her head slightly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that… Outloud.” She opened her eyes to look at him again. 

She could tell he was trying to fight his grin for her sake. “Do you.” He started to say. “Do you recognize me?” When Kagome shook her head, he closed his eyes tightly for a moment. “Are you sure?” 

“Should I?” She asked.

He opened his eyes to look at her again. He studied her for a moment. Seeming to take his time taking in all of her features. “Do you think you’d like to go out with me sometime?”

“What?” She whispered, astonished. 

“Like a date. Would you be willing to go on a date with me sometime?”

Realizing she was still wrapped in his arm against his chest, she cleared her throat and stepped away from him. “You don’t even know me.” She glanced away, trying to avoid his eyes. 

“I think the point of a date is to get to know each other.” 

She studied him for a moment. “I think I’d like that. But, I need to check my schedule. How about you give me your number and I’ll let you know when I’m free.” She pulled her phone from her pocket, turning it over to him to put his number in. It was then that she noticed her headphones in his hand. “Are those mine?” She asked pointing. 

“Oh! Yeah, here.” He handed them to her with one hand as he took her phone with the other. “Sorry, I came to find you to give them back and totally forgot when we collided.” 

When he handed the phone back, she tucked it into her pocket. Then against her better judgment she stuck out her hand. “I’m Kagome.” As she spoke she stared into his pools of amber. She saw a flicker in his eyes at her name. 

He took her hand in a gentle grip. Her heart fluttering at his touch. “Inuyasha.”

“Nozomi’s dad. That’s not going to be weird at all.” 

Inuyasha closed his eyes briefly. “I hope that won’t be a problem.”

“You’re not secretly like a five hundred year old man too are you?” 

He chuckled. “No. I was born in this century.” 

“Reassuring.” She rolled her eyes, before turning them to their clasped hands. She slowly pulled it away, running her fingers along his. “I should go. It was...nice meeting you.” She put her headphones on over her ears, eyes never leaving his. She hit play on her watch and Eminem’s Mockingbird came blaring through. Inuyasha frowned at the volume before Kagome took off at a jog. 

Kagome jogged the whole fifteen minutes home. She barely slowed for lights, letting the music consume her until she could reach her apartment. When she reached her small brick complex, she almost sobbed. She took the stairs up to her apartment two at a time, stopping briefly to unlock the door before slamming it behind her and sliding her back down it to the floor. She yanked her headphones off and tossed them to the floor, tears beginning to fall. 

#inuyasha fanfic #inuyasha fanfiction #inukag #sequel #one week sooner sequel #all of me #willowandfog

[maaaaaatryoshka0325]

Spectrum: Yang Jeongin Gang AU

Description: Some things are better left unsaid

Warnings: violence, angst, fluff

Collab with the lovely @backhugsforhyunjin 💕

We went scene by scene ☺️

Autumn was your favorite season, hands down. You loved the vibrant colors, the smells of pumpkin spice, the campfires, drinking hot tea and hot chocolate. But your most favorite thing about it, was the fact that your best friend, Jeongin, would whip out his leather jackets. He always let you wear them and borrow them.

It wasn’t just the feel of the leather jacket, it was the warmth from his body and his smell that had you wanting them. He had always figured you just loved them because they were comfy and oversized, but you never had the courage to tell him otherwise.

He was with you almost every second of the day. In school, at your house, he’d visit you at your lame bubble tea job you got just to have some extra cash, and you’d always go out together. Everyone assumed the two of you were a couple, and, oddly enough, it never bothered you.

You looked up at him as you were walking down the path back to your house, the trees a beautiful shade of orange. He had dyed his hair pink recently, and you found it rather flattering for his skin tone. Jeongin’s face looked really young, but he had an air to him, like he was much older.

“I can’t believe Changbin spilled lemonade on my jeans.” He complained, looking down at the wet patch on his thighs.

“You know he’s clumsy, you shouldn’t of allowed him that close to you with an open drink.” You giggled.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. Still, he needs to start paying attention. Now I’m sticky and I don’t like it.” He pouted.

“At least you wear all black, if they were white it’d look like you peed yourself.” You laughed.

“Oh you would’ve had a ball if they were white and he spilled it on me.” He huffed with a roll of his eyes.

“You know me too well.” You giggled, playfully bumping him with your shoulder. “Do you have any homework?”

“When don’t I have homework Y/N?” He asked with a pout.

“Yeah, you’re right. Your professor loves to over work you guys.” You chuckled.

“Not funny. I swear he likes to see us suffer.” He groaned.

When you got back to your apartment, you both walked in and set your bags on the table.

“Hot chocolate or hot tea?” You asked, opening your cabinets.

“Do I look like an old man? Hot chocolate, duh.” Jeongin said sarcastically.

“I, for one, love tea.” You pointed out.

“Alright grandma.” He said, bending down to grab the cookies you had under a shelf.

You kicked his butt and he let out a small yelp as he fell foreword, almost smacking his face off the shelf. He whipped his head around and glared at you, a pout on his lips.

“Are you trying to kill me?” He asked.

“Bitch, I might be.” You giggled.

He got up quickly and grabbed you, digging his fingers into your sides and tickling you.

“Jeongin! Stop!” You squealed.

“Say you’re sorry!” He laughed.

“Never!” You yelled, fighting off his hands.

He over powered you too easily, making you a squealing, laughing mess. Tears streamed down your face as you laughed too hard, but your pride didn’t let you admit defeat. He stopped when you started wheezing because you couldn’t breathe.

“Well, you’re the first person I know that’s too stubborn to admit defeat when it comes to tickling.” He laughed.

You were catching your breath, but let out a tiny, raspy chuckle. You groaned at the feeling, as it hurt too much to laugh. His eyes softened as he helped you up, rubbing your back.

“Sorry, I should’ve let up.” He said with a soft giggle.

“I probably should’ve sucked up my pride and tapped out.” You rasped.

He sat you down as he made the hit chocolate, using a thick creamer to make it taste better.

“Good shit, you have the extra marshmallow hot chocolate.” He said with a huge smile on his face.

“Um, that’s the only kind I get dummy.” You giggled.

“Yeah yeah, whatever.” He muttered, putting the mugs down.

You both sipped on your hot drinks as you took your books out, both growing silent. The only sounds in the room was the sounds of your pens scratching paper, and the occasional sound of the both of you sipping your drinks. Jeongin let out a groan and you looked up from your textbook, arching a brow.

“I can’t believe I got suckered into this anatomy class.” He groaned.

“Do you even need anatomy for your major?” You asked.

“No, but I needed another credit and it was the only class open. And Seungmin said it wasn’t hard.” Jeongin huffed.

“Seungmin is also a genius.” You pointed out.

“What does that make me?” He asked, arching a brow.

“Not a genius.” You giggled.

He took a marshmallow that had fallen out of his hot chocolate and flicked it at you, making you scrunch your nose in amusement.

“You love me.” You giggled.

“Yeah yeah, whatever.” He mumbled, closing his book.

“Are you finished?” You asked.

“No, but I could use a break, and we have the whole weekend anyways.” He pointed out.

“If you get it done now you won’t have to worry about it later.” You argued.

“Y/N, come on.” He groaned. “You know I like to procrastinate.”

“I know, that’s why I’m telling you.” You laughed.

“Come on Y/N, let’s go to the arcade. Two hours and we’ll come back and finish.” He pleaded, poking his bottom lip out in a pout, his large eyes getting bigger.

“The pout and puppy dog eyes won’t work on me, Jeongin.” You laughed.

“I’ll let you wear my jacket.” He tried, raising his eyes brows.

“.... Deal.”

"What should we play first?" Jeongin asked with a hint of concern.

"Basketball!" You yelled a little to excitedly, making Jeongin's cheeks tint red.

Jeongin couldn't help but laugh at you, you just looked so cute and innocent, he just wanted to pinch your cheeks, but he had to restrain himself.

Jeongin sighed as you won the game of shooting hoops, well, for the third time.

"I'm so tired of this Y/N, you keep winning. Let's play something different. How about that walking dead game? You know, the one where you have to shoot the zombies?" Jeongin asked while slowly taking a step away in case you hit him.

You looked around to have a look at the different types of games they had to offer, stopping when you saw a group of four boys staring at you. You quickly nodded, a little too excitedly from Jeongin's point of view, but it was actually because those guys wouldn't stop staring at you like a piece of meat. You grabbed a hold of Jeongin's wrist, dragging him to the little booth you had to sit in. There it is again, that little pang in his heart, that keeps beating rapidly when you do small gesutures, like touching him or smiling so cutely that all he wants to do is hold you in his arms.

"YAH, Y/N! You did this on purpose!” Jeongin whined and you quickly grabbed your bag and got out of the booth, Jeongin attempting to grab your wrist and missing it completely, getting out of the booth to catch you.

You stopped in your tracks when you looked up at those boys again. They haven't moved a step since you last saw them. Jeongin came up behind you and scared you, letting a little squeal escape your mouth. Jeongin noticed your eyes widen and your figure start to slowly shake.

"Y/N, what's wrong? Is everything okay?” Jeongin asked worriedly.

You looked him in the eyes, fear evident in them.

“Those guys over there, don't look just yet, but they keep staring and it’s making me uncomfortable Innie."

Jeongin ruffled your hair and told you not to worry, before he looked up and at those guys and noticed who they actually were.

"Fuck!" Jeongin mumbled quietly, but loud enough for you to hear. You looked up at him and could see how scared he looked.

"Jeongin, what's wrong? Why do you-" Jeongin cut you off by grabbing your hand tightly.

"We need to leave. Right now." And with that, Jeongin pulled you by the hand out of the arcade.

Running, that's all you were doing. You couldn't breathe properly and your legs were hurting, but Jeongin wasn't slowing down.

"Je-Jeongin, I ca-can't breathe properly." You choked out.

Jeongin made an abrupt stop and your body slammed into his, Jeongin making sure to grab a hold of you so that you didn't fall. Jeongin sighed in relief once he glanced around, seeing the boys were no where in sight. He pushed your hair back behind your ears and rested his forehead against yours.

"I'm so sorry Y/N." Jeongin whispered.

"Who were-" You were cut off as you were yanked away from Jeongin, the both of you looking up at one another.

"Well well well, look who we have here." The large guy that was in front of you, was now walking over to Jeongin, who was being held by two other men.

You went to walk towards Jeongin when a large body stood in front of you.

"I wouldn't get any closer if I were you princess. This isn't going to end well for him, maybe even you if you get involved." The large man said to you while taking small steps closer to you.

Jeongin saw the fear on your face and how the man kept getting closer to you. "Get away from her!” He yelled, receiving a punch to shut him up.

"JEONGIN!" You yelled, wanting to take a step toward to him but instead taking a step backwards to get away from the men in front of you.

You stood there crying as the men began to punch and kick Jeongin. You didn't know what to do, you wanted to help him, but you were too scared. By the looks of it, they would hurt you, even possibly kill you.

Jeongin fell to the ground and looked at your crying and shaking figure. He gave you a reassuring smile before speaking.

"Call Chan." He yelled, before spitting the blood out of his mouth.

You look at him in confusion. What's Chan got to do with this?

Jeongin noticed your hesitation.

"Just say Gangnam boys. He’ll understand." Jeongin choked out, barely able to form any more sentences.

You looked in Jeongin's eyes again before he sends you a nod for reassurance. You nod back and start to run as fast as you could, forgetting about your sore legs from before and dialing Chan's number.

You paced as the phone rang, anxiety gnawing at your stomach. You chewed your lip as the call went to voicemail.

“C’mon Chan, please.” You sobbed, dialing his number again.

“Hello?” He finally answered.

“Chan.” You sobbed. “Please help Jeongin.”

“What happened?!” He asked.

“H-He told me to say Gangnam boys.” You repeated the name into the phone.

Chan went silent for a moment, a curse leaving his lips.

“Where the fuck are you two?” He asked.

“By the arcade.” You answered, tears pouring down your face. “Please hurry Chan.”

“Stay hidden, we’re coming now!” Chan yelled.

You could hear him running out of his house, and you could hear everyone else’s voices too. You closed your eyes tightly as you let out a tiny sob, sliding down the wall and onto the ground.

You’ve never been so scared in your life, and it wasn’t even for yourself, it was for Jeongin. Your best friend was still in that alley way, getting his ass handed to him, and there was nothing you could do about it.

“We’re about to be there Y/N, I’ll call you soon!” Chan yelled before hanging up.

You wished Chan, or someone, had stayed on the line with you. You were a trembling, sobbing mess.

“Please be okay.” You sobbed. “Please.”

“Y/N!”

You lifted your head and looked around, sniffing as the voice echoed.

“Y/N!” The voice yelled again.

Jeongin!

You stood up and dashed from your hiding spot, frantically looking around. You quickly ran down the back alley, your heart beating through your chest.

“Jeongin!” You called frantically.

“Y/N.”

You turned around and your heart sank to your feet. Jeongin stood there, his cheek bruised, a cut on his lip. He quickly walked towards you, his eyes full of relief.

“Are you hurt?” He asked, grabbing your hands.

“N-No... I’m fine.” You managed to get out, your heart thumping wildly in your chest.

“Thank goodness.” Jeongin sighed in relief, about to give you a hug. You backed out of his touch, and he gave you a questioning look.

“Jeongin... What was that?” You asked.

“It’s nothing now Y/N.” He said.

“It’s not nothing Jeongin! I watched you get beat up!” You yelled, your eyes glassy with tears.

“Y/N- don’t cry. I’m okay.” He said, trying again, to hug you.

You shoved him away by his chest, shaking your head at him as you tried to fight back your tears.

“What was it Jeongin?” You asked.

“Y/N please-“

“Jeongin!” You yelled at him, cutting him off.

He fell silent for a moment, his large, pretty eyes sad. He sighed and ran his finger through his soft, pink hair.

“I’m so sorry Y/N.... I never wanted to tell you but... The guys and I... Uh... We’re a group called Stray Kids.” He said hesitantly.

“So you guys.... are a gang?” You asked, your eyes trying to find a look of amusement in his own, HOPING you’d find it and he was just joking with you.

Jeongin hesitantly nodded as you searched his face. He was telling the truth, but you were trying so hard to believe it wasn’t true. That he was just messing with you, and none of this happened.

“Y/N, I’m sorry, I didn’t think that this would happen and-“

“Do you ever fucking think Jeongin?!” You yelled.

He flinched at your words, shock evident in his eyes. He looked down at your smaller figure, shaking with fear, anger, and heart break.

“If you ever used that brain of yours, you would’ve never gotten into a gang! You wouldn’t be in this mess!” You yelled.

“I’m sorry Y/N, I really am. Please... Just let me explain.” He pleaded, his large eyes full of hurt.

“Don’t bother Jeongin.... I don’t want to hear it... You could’ve gotten killed... Right in front of me.” Your voice cracked as you ripped his leather jacket off and shoved it into his chest before walking away.

He instantly grabbed your arm, but you couldn’t turn around and look at him. You knew what his soft, beautiful eyes could do to you. His sweet smile would make the butterflies erupt in your belly, his warm eyes turning your legs to jelly.

“Please Y/N... Don’t do this.” He whispered.

You ripped your arm out of his grasp and ran off. Jeongin watched you go, a tear slipping down his cheek and burning his wound. He felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to see Chan.

“Just give her time, Jeongin. It’s a lot to take in, especially after what just happened.” Chan said.

“It’s just... I was going to confess to her today...” Jeongin said softly.

Chan squeezed his shoulder reassuringly, his dark eyes soft.

“Like I said, just give her time. She’ll come around. Now, let’s get you patched up.” Chan said, leading Jeongin away.

You kept running until you reached your apartment, not looking back, not even once. You didn't care that it was getting hard for you to breathe, as well as your legs feeling like they were going to give in at any second. You just wanted to get home and try to forget the whole day, but you knew that wasn't going to happen.

You reached your apartment door, struggling to get in due to your shaking hands, but eventually you managed. Once you got inside you leaned your forehead against the door and sobbed, your legs finally giving in as you turned your body so that your back was against the door sliding down till your tired body hit the floor.

You couldn't wrap your head around it, any of it. Was Jeongin being serious? Was he really in a gang? He couldn't be that stupid... Could he? You were suddenly brought out of your thoughts when you heard a familar but not so familiar voice.

"Y/N is it?" he asked, knowing very well who you were.

You looked up at him and nodded, too afraid that your voice would betray you and reveal how terrified you were.

The large guy just laughed in amusement, knowing that he could indeed get what he wanted by using you as bait.

"Perfect.” He mumbled before walking up to you and punching your face, making your body hit the floor hard.

You groan3; in pain and let out a whimper as he grabbed a hold of your hair and pulled you close.

"You're beautiful kitten. I doubt Jeongin, or any of the boys would want anything to happen to you." He said before pulling a cloth out of his pocket and pressing it against your nose and mouth. You looked into his eyes before everything turned dark.

"Hyung, I'm okay, I promise. Can you let me go and see Y/N? She hasn't called or returned any of my texts. I'm starting to get a little worried." Jeongin asked as he stood up from the bed.

Chan could only sigh, he knew how special you were to Jeongin.

"Fine, but we’re coming with you, okay? Jeongin nodded eagerly and got up to get his shoes, ignoring how much pain his body was in.

The guys waited anxiously at your door, worried that you actually hated them after today. They all absolutely adored you and treated you like their sister, considering you were always around them. And they didn't want to leave you.

Jeongin grew panicked as you didn't answer the door. He quickly went to your front garden and pulled the hat off the garden gnome, grabbing the keys. The boys instantly started to laugh at the spot the key was in, as well as Jeongin knowing all too well where it was.

He hesitantly placed the key in the key hole, worried that maybe you would be even more mad at him for invading your space, but he was just genuinely anxious.

As the door opened he noticed your phone on the floor right at the door as well as your hand bag. He picked it up not thinking much of it and wandered straight to your bedroom, while the others looked around your apartment.

"JEONGIN!" Chan yelled from the kitchen making Jeongin jump, making him run straight back downstairs.

Once downstairs Jeongin looked at all the boys, he couldn't quite figure why their facial expressions were so serious. "Hyungs, what's wrong? What's with that look?” He asked anxiously.

No one spoke, all too afraid too see their youngests reaction. This only caused Jeongin to grow more panicked.

"Somebody speak up. Don't leave me out of this. It's Y/N we’re talking about! He yelled. “I love her"

He mumbled the last part, leaving the boys in shock.

Chan hesitantly handed the note to him. Jeongin ripped the note out of his hands, his eyes widening in shock. It was a note stating where they were and what they wanted as well as a picture of you basically out cold with your eyes covered and hands tied behind your back, bruises and cuts evident on your skin.

"We have to help her! We can't leave her!" Jeongin sobbed, choking on his tears.

"It's too dangerous Jeongin, we can't risk it." Chan stated.

"You guys are ridiculous. I'm going and I don't care if you don't come."

You opened your eyes, a groan leaving your lips as your head was pounding. Your cheek was throbbing, and the metallic taste of blood was on your tongue. You slowly raised your head, looking around the dark room you were in. The walls and floors were worn and concrete, the smell of old rain filling your nose. Your hands were bound behind your back, your body aching as bruises covered your body.

“Finally awake kitten?”

You jumped at the voice and whipped your head around, seeing the man that had been in your home. He stepped towards you and you coward away, tears filling your eyes.

“Don’t be afraid sweet thing, I won’t hurt you... Again.” He chuckled. “You’re worth more alive right now.”

You wanted to ask him what he meant, but fear made your tongue tied. Your body shook with fear as you backed as far away from him as you could.

“I hope he doesn’t keep us waiting. It’d be a shame for something to happen to such a pretty little bitch.” He purred.

“W-What?” You asked.

“Your boyfriend I’m assuming will get our note soon, and you should pray that he does. I’m not patient.” He growled.

“Jeongin won’t come for me.” You lied, hoping he’ll fall for it.

He gave you a smirk and bent down to your level.

“You can’t fool me kitten, I know he’ll come for you. I know they all will.” He said.

“You’re gonna be disappointed when they don’t show up.” You tried again, swallowing hard.

He gripped your chin firmly, his teeth grit.

“Keep it up kitten, those little bruises you have will be nothing compared to what I’ll do to you.” He growled.

“Get off of her.”

Your heart fell through your chest when you saw Jeongin standing there, his white shirt stained red, his face and body bloody and covered in cuts and bruises.

“Look who finally decided to join us.” The man chuckled.

“Get off of her.” Jeongin repeated, anger in his tone.

The man let go of you, a crooked smile on his face as he and Jeongin began to approach each other. You closed your eyes and flinched when they threw their fists, the sound of flesh on flesh filling the room along with their grunts. You curled into yourself as the sounds kept repeating, and you so badly wanted to cover your ears.

You heard a familiar grunt and a heavy thud. You looked up to see Jeongin on the ground, clutching his side. The man smirked at him, his face busted open as he kicked Jeongin in the stomach. Jeongin coughed and curled into his stomach with a grunt.

“It’s a shame you got beaten up earlier and before you got to me... This fight is boring.” The man said, kicking him again, this time in the side.

Jeongin wheezed as he pushed himself into his hands and knees. A grunt left his lips as the man kneed him in the face, splitting his lip open.

“Jeongin!” You cried, a sob leaving your lips.

Jeongin coughed as he pushed himself back on to his hands a knees, making a laugh leave the man. The man grabbed a metal pipe, a smirk on his face.

“It’s a shame this fight is so boring... But maybe she’ll be more fun than you.” The man chuckled.

“Don’t!” Jeongin rasped.

Your eyes filled with fear as the man approached you, a wicked smirk on his face. You curled further into yourself, trying to get into a better defense position. The man gave you a wicked laugh as he swung the pipe down on you, and you closed your eyes. Something warm splashed your cheek, the sound of metal hitting something and a small grunt was heard above your head.

You slowly opened your eyes, a gasp leaving your lips as Jeongin was above you, blood pouring from a gash on his temple.

“J-Jeongin!” You gasped, tears pouring down your cheeks.

His eyes were dark, one swollen as he turned towards the man, twisting the pipe with his arm and ripping it from his hands. The man staggered back in shock, then screamed as Jeongin swung it and began to beat him harshly with it. Blood splashed on the ground as Jeongin got lost in his anger, making your heard pound.

“Jeongin stop it!” You cried, making him freeze.

He looked back at you, shock in his eyes as he did.

“Please... Please stop.” You sobbed.

Jeongin dropped the pipe, his body swaying slightly. He slowly began to make his way to you, walking with a small limp. He stooped down in front of you and slowly cut your hands free. His eyes widened as you threw your arms around his neck, burying your face into the crook of his neck as you sobbed. He closed his eyes and dropped his head onto your shoulder as you sobbed, clinging to him tightly.

“I was so scared Jeongin.” You sobbed.

“I know Y/N... I know.” He whispered, rubbing circles into your back as he held you tightly.

Chan walked in, a sigh of relief leaving him as he watched the two of you. Minho walked in beside him, a deep gash on his cheek.

“Let’s get them home.”

Back at the house, everyone proceeded to clean the other’s wounds while Jeongin focused all of his attention on you. Being as gentle as he could, he placed the ointment over your cuts and bruises before carefully bandaging you up.

The group had remained silent ever since your breakdown in Jeongin’s arms. You felt embarrassed, confused and most importantly, betrayed. Glancing up for a moment, you see that everyone was still being treated, before your eyes landed on the boy in front of you. Jeongin’s wounds had yet to be treated, his priority being to care for you immediately. You took hold of his arms to move them away from you, standing up to motion Jeongin to sit in the chair.

“Stop trying to fix me. Look at yourself. Look at all of you! Look at what you’ve all got yourself into.” You raised your voice, loud enough for all the boys hear.

You shake your head as you sigh heavily. Grabbing the supplies, you move to sit in front of Jeongin before lifting your hands to his face to clean his wounds. Neither of you had spoken for a few moments until Jeongin stopped your movements by grabbing your wrist. Looking into his eyes, you waited for him to speak. You noticed how his eyes had become glossy.

“I’m sorry.” Jeongin choked out. Your face remained emotionless at his apology.

“Sorry doesn’t cover for the fact that you lied to me.” You replied bitterly.

“I know. You have every right to be upset with me. With all of us. But you have to trust me when I say I only hid this from you so that I could protect you. Please Y/N, just trust me.” Jeongin begged.

“Protect me? I almost got killed tonight because of you! How is that protecting me? You don’t know how afraid I was!” You ragged, fists clenched by your side.

“And you don’t know how afraid I was when I knew that you were in danger. I tried so hard to keep you safe. I never want anything to happen to you. Please believe me.” Jeongin pleaded with you.

“Why should I believe you?” You frowned at the boy.

“Because I love you Y/N.” Jeongin confessed, making your eyes go wide.

“Y-you w-what?” You stuttered out. There was no way you’d heard him right. Judging by the looks on the other guy’s faces, no one expected those words to come out of his mouth.

“I’m in love with you Y/N. That’s why I lied to you. That’s why I wanted to keep you safe. That’s why it hurt me to see you in danger. Y/N I love you.” Jeongin poured his heart out. You’d never see Jeongin so vulnerable in your life. You almost didn’t know how to react. But what you did know was one thing.

“I love you too Jeongin.” you dropped the stuff in your hands before wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you buried your face in his neck. Jeongin’s arms snaked around your waist, pulling you tightly against him. For a moment, neither of you moved, cherishing the moment in each other’s arms. When you pulled away from the boy, you playfully punched his chest before pointing a finger at him.

“No more secrets, okay?” You stated, brows raised in determination.

“No more secrets.”

#stray kids #straykids #kpop #straykidznet #kpop imagines #stray kids gang au #kpop gang au #yang jeongin #yang jeongin stray kids #skz jeongin #skz yang jeongin #stray kids jeongin #i.n stray kids #stray kids i.n #stray kids imagines #yang jeongin gang au

[whiskynottea]

An Interruption in the 1st Law of Thermodynamics.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20, Chapter 21, Chapter 22, Chapter 23, Chapter 24, Chapter 25, Chapter 26, Chapter 27,  Chapter 28, Chapter 29, Chapter 30, Chapter 31, Chapter 32, Chapter 33, Chapter 34, Chapter 35,  Chapter 36, Chapter 37, Chapter 38, Chapter 39, Chapter 40, Chapter 41, Chapter 42, Chapter 43, Chapter 44,  Chapter 45, Chapter 46, Chapter 47

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@theministerskat , my Detroit airport and Ann Arbor specialist, thank you so much for your help!

Chapter 48. Closer

“Gimme a ticket for an airplane, I ain’t got time to take the fast train. Lonely days are gone – ”

“Lamb! Stop it!”

“What?” My uncle looked at me, with a most innocent face. “What’s wrong with The Box Tops? I’m trying to get you in the mood for your flight!”

“I am in the mood, I don’t need your singing to help me!” I huffed, looking out of the car window.

Will it be raining in Michigan, too?

Lamb was driving ridiculously slow, casually tapping his fingers on the steering wheel as he sang, when all I could think of was reaching the airport and getting on the plane that would take me to Jamie.

Well, I wouldn’t get exactly on that plane.

The first plane would get me to London. Then a second one would whisk me across the Atlantic to Chicago. And finally, after a third flight from Chicago to Detroit, I would finally get to see my Scot. Really see him. Run my hands through his red hair. Smell the spices of his perfume. Tickle him until he would beg for mercy. Kiss him until there would be no breath left in his lungs.

In twenty-two hours I would be standing in front of him - if I could still stand. I would most likely crawl to him, unable to move after travelling for so many hours.

I didn’t care. I would be in Michigan.

Total flying time was almost twelve hours. Total time of the journey, twenty-two. Cheap flights. Not everyone can handle it - or so I was told by Lamb.

Scot: Have you arrived at the airport?

Sassenach: Almost. You know how Lamb drives.

Scot: Tomorrow you’ll be here, babe.

Sassenach: I wish I could just apparate.

Scot: You haven’t taken an Apparition Test.

Sassenach: Since when do Gryffindors care about rules?

Scot: It wouldn’t do to get you here splinched, wee Ravenclaw witch.

I choked back a laugh that made Lamb shoot me a questioning glance. “I haven’t seen you so happy since you got your letter from Oxford. Which was almost a month ago, if I remember correctly.”

“More than a month,” I murmured. In retrospect, it seemed even longer.

The first day or two, I had spent the majority of my time on Google maps, mentally strolling around  Oxford via computer screen. Then, I caught up with a few TV shows Jenny and Joe had been raving about. I read books that had nothing to do with human anatomy and physiology and enjoyed staying at home, a cup of tea and a hardcover in my lap, the rain pelting down on the living room windows.

Joe and Gail had left for New York, their semester starting when Jamie’s had. Jenny and Ian remained in Beauly after the summer had ended. They had both accepted their offers to the University of Edinburgh and they would come back in September, which was exactly when I would be leaving for Oxford. Jenny and I talked almost every day, but I missed having everyone in close proximity. It felt as though I had been left behind.

The flight to London was less than two hours and I had resolved myself to watching a movie, when the tiny lady sitting next to me started talking. I smiled politely and nodded more times than I could count, and kept making attempts to insert my headphones while I silently prayed that she would get the message. She didn’t. Her son was graduating and then getting married and “Oh ye can imagine, dearie, how many things remain to be done!” Even if I couldn’t imagine, I didn’t need to. By the end of our journey, she had listed and analyzed them all, pausing only once or twice. Most probably to breathe, I had thought. Her enthusiasm made me smile. Her nasal voice, however, made my head buzz by the time we arrived at Heathrow. Mrs Macallan - “Like the whisky, ye ken?” - was sweet and kind hearted, but I felt lucky to be getting away from her on my next flight.

After retrieving my oversized rucksack, and bidding her farewell, I walked around the airport, absentmindedly looking at window displays and testing several perfumes. Finally, bored and tired, I searched for a quiet place to sit.

Sassenach: Seven more hours in Heathrow.

Scot: In thirteen hours I will kiss the hell out of you.

Sassenach: Oh really?

Scot: Yes. I can’t stop thinking about it.

Sassenach: Me or the kissing?

Scot: Both.

Sassenach: Hmm where are you?

Scot: Just finished up at the pool. We’re going to a place called “Fraser’s Pub”!

Sassenach: So you’re already THAT famous there?

Scot: Aye, restaurants open in my honor. I can’t help it Sassenach.

Sassenach: Snob.

Scot: Oh, is that you Ms. ‘I’m studying at Oxford, you common peasants’?

Sassenach: Ass.

Scot: THIRTEEN HOURS!!

Sassenach: Twelve and forty-five minutes 😛

Scot: I love you, got to go, the guys have started making fun of me. Ttyl?

Sassenach: Okay. I’ll be right here.

A ridiculous picture followed right after that, with Jamie’s lips so close to the camera I could hardly recognize them. Then another one, with him and John smiling broadly, heads bent together. I sent him a picture of me cuddled up next to my huge grey and purple rucksack and then tried to get as comfortable as possible, determined to get some sleep.

It seemed I was one of those people who can sleep wherever and whenever they want, not allowing anything to disturb them. Not the endless amount of people passing by, not their phone ringing, not even announcements calling their name.

When I opened my eyes, my phone had fifteen unanswered calls, nineteen unread messages, and two missed alarms. The most terrifying of all, however, was the time.

I had ten minutes to be at my gate and I didn’t even know which gate I was supposed to be at.

I picked up my bag, hoisted it unceremoniously over my shoulder and started running.

I had struggled to sleep the last two nights, the excitement of visiting Jamie making dozing off an impossible task. And now that I had a plane to catch, I fell asleep in the airport, and slept for more than six hours!

Seriously, now?

I was the last person through the boarding gate and I was the only one who went through it gasping for breath. When I finally took my seat, I checked my phone. All the missed calls and messages were from Jamie, all saying pretty much the same thing.

Where are you?!

Sassenach: Just got on the plane. OMG THAT WAS SO CLOSE! I almost missed my flight. I can actually hear my heart beating inside my chest.

Jamie replied immediately.

Scot: You scared the shit out of me, do you know that? First, I was afraid that you’d miss the flight, then I was terrified that something happened to you.

Sassenach: I’m sorry. 😞

Scot: You better be.

Sassenach: I didn’t do it on purpose!

I quickly calculated the time in Ann Arbor.

Sassenach: Are you still out?

Scot: No.

Sassenach: You’re at home? Still awake?

Scot: Yes, guess why! Because my girlfriend is crazy, and she sleeps in airports like the dead!

I saw the three dots appear, then stop. My heart thumped inside my chest.

Scot: You just scared me, is all. It took all the nerve I had to stop pacing back and forth in the room, and that’s mostly because I woke John up at least three times. I couldn’t handle it if something happened to you.

Sassenach: I’m okay. I’m sorry I scared you so. I love you. gtg! Plane taking off. ❤️❤️

Scot: I will kill you when you arrive. Even before kissing you.

Sassenach: That will make a fool of you. You’ll miss my kissing you back.

I spent my time during the flight watching movies and sleeping. No one talked to me, apart from the stewardess with the impossibly perfect makeup, who came passing by every ten minutes with coffee or tea, food, more coffee or tea …

I only had an hour layover at O’Hare International Airport and I didn’t even stop to look around. One last flight - and a short one, at that.

One hour later I landed at Detroit Metro, murmuring continuously, “I’m here, oh my God, I’m here!”

My whole body ached from sitting for so long, and walking felt like an exotic exercise. I had been right in that I would be crawling once I got here.

But then, I wasn’t. I rushed off the plane and pushed my way to the tram, jumping into a car just before the doors closed. I followed the flow of the other passengers, feeling like herded cattle, and took the escalator down to the arrivals area.

The moment the escalator brought me low enough to see out across the great open space of baggage claim I saw him standing there, tall and beautiful, waiting for me. I felt a huge smile spread across my face and mentally urged the people in front of me to move faster. Finally, a kind of magic seeped into my muscles, pushing me forward, and the only thing I could do was run to him.

I dropped my bag just before I reached him and a moment later I was jumping into his arms, wrapping my legs around his body, relying on his strength to support my weight.

A crushing hug. And then we were kissing as if we were the only people in the whole terminal. Fierce and consuming, it was a kiss that tried to make up for all the lost ones, all those we had been sending to each other during the last month, vanishing somewhere in the space between us.

But this kiss was real and hot and powerful, filling our hearts with blood again, after more than a month when distance made their beating dull, normal.

“You’re here,” he whispered. “I can’t believe you’re finally here,” he added, echoing my thoughts. “I missed touching ye, Sassenach. My arms always feel so empty without ye in them.”

I looked at him for a long moment, my throat too tight to talk.

“Come,” he said, and bent to pick up my rucksack. “We’ve a bus to catch.”

His hand was warm when he took mine and we walked together towards the shuttle pickup area. It was silly, but even walking next to him felt different. As if I couldn’t discipline my feet and each step would be the first to start a dance.

We sat in the second to last row of the bus, desperate for some privacy. His hand perched on the inside of my thigh, drawing abstract lines that were driving me crazy. I leaned my head onto his shoulder, trying to be decent, but five minutes later I was biting and sucking his neck until I felt him shiver.

“What are the plans for today?” I asked, my voice low.

“Today we’re going back to my dorm and we’re not leaving the room at all.” He shot me a naughty glance, implying that I knew exactly what was going to happen in his room.

“What about John?” I asked, frowning.

“He won’t come back tonight.” Jamie’s owlish wink and the sly grin that followed suggested that he had taken care of everything.

“I’ve turned everything upside-down for him. Trust me to make a bad first impression.”

“Dinna fash, Sassenach. Ye’re doing John a favour,” Jamie said, his lip curling up as he looked out of the window.

“What do you mean?”

“Ye gave John the perfect excuse to stay over at another guy’s place. He’s on the team, too. And I think John was waiting for an opportunity to stay alone with Hector since the first time he saw him. He hasn’t admitted it yet, but I’ve seen the way he looks at him.”

“John is gay?” I asked when he finally finished. “You haven’t said anything!”

“What was I supposed to say, Sassenach? ‘Claire, let me introduce ye to my gay roommate?’”

“Well, no, but… Anyway. And how about Hector? Do you think that he returns John’s feelings?”

“He’ll be a fool if he doesna. John is amazing. It’d be like you giving me your number and I never calling you. Impossible.”

I laughed at that, shaking my head. My curls escaped from my unruly bun, but I didn’t care. Jamie liked them down. “Yeah, right. That being said by someone totally unbiased.”

He looked out at the winter landscape for a moment. Then, his eyes were back on me and he let out a long sigh. “I’m so happy ye’re here, mo chridhe.” He squeezed my hand and bent his head to kiss me.

I couldn’t get enough of his lips.

We got off of the bus and walked quickly towards his dorm, partly because we ached to be finally alone and partly because it was freezing cold outside.

“Why did you have to come here?” I asked, feeling my nose go Rudolf-red. “Hawaii is one of the States, too.”

“Oh, excuse me Sassenach for not getting a scholarship somewhere sunny!” Jamie smiled and pulled his beanie lower, to cover as much skin as possible.

“It would be a nice change to Edinburgh,” I murmured. He just squeezed me closer to his body.

As we walked, I was fascinated by how much of the campus was woven seamlessly into the city itself. Just off the main streets that were filled with restaurants and shops, were smaller homes all in a line, and then suddenly a university building would pop up with a distinctive blue and yellow sign out front.

We didn’t stop walking fast once we pushed through the entrance doors of Jamie’s dorm. He rushed me across the lobby to the elevators, only this time I was almost sure he was moving quickly as not to be stalled by any fellow Wolverines looking for greetings and introductions.

We reached his room unnoticed. Jamie tossed my rucksack into a corner and closed the door softly behind me. I stood still, looking at the room.

His place.

It wasn’t big, and the beds and two desks made it seem even smaller. But it was cozy and clean, and had something of him that made me feel comfortable. I turned to look at Jamie, and for the first time in a month, I felt like I was home.

“I missed you, you bloody Scot.” My whisper was more than a confession. It was the profession of the gift I had been bestowed. The gift of having him in my life. Of having a home.

“I missed ye too.” He smiled in his crooked way, the way I had fallen in love with. “More than ye’d ever imagine.”

And then his lips were on mine, tender and honest. The connection we had longed for, when all we could do was rely on a screen to see each other. Now, we could feel. Our love was tangible, filling the room as our breaths mingled, as our hands intertwined, as our hearts beat together, their own song.

It didn’t take long for our kiss to turn wild.

Jamie shed the outer layers of my clothing, murmuring that I was a wee onion or something. I smiled and helped him, taking off some of his own clothes as well. It was when his hand found its way underneath my sweater that I yelped.

“Cold! Freezing hands!” He looked at me with a pout that wasn’t nearly cute enough to make me relent. “Don’t even think about it!” I said, pushing against his chest with a pointed index finger.

Jamie laughed and swiftly took me off my feet, eliciting yet another yelp from me. He lay me carefully on his bed and took off my sweater.

“No hands,” he promised, raising them in the air as he bent to kiss my neck. His lips moved to my chest, teeth softly biting my nipples, and I slightly regretted keeping his hands off the game. I needed him to touch me.

I squirmed beneath him, making my intentions obvious.

“Oh, no,” Jamie said, sucking my breast in a way I was sure would leave a hickie. “I spent so much time this past month telling ye what I was planning to do to ye when I’d have ye close again. So much time, seeing ye touching yerself and wishing it would be my hand instead of yers. I mean to take my time, mo nighean donn.”

A soft bite and a wicked grin. His eyes burned in mine.

“I mean to lick ye, kiss ye, taunt ye, feel yer smooth skin against mine and leave my marks on ye. I mean to hear yer moans and whimpers fill the room. And then, Sassenach,” he paused for effect, and I ground myself against him. We were both ready. And all the talking during our video calls didn’t go to waste, after all. “Then, I mean to fuck ye and feel ye fucking me until we canna move our limbs anymore.”

Everything went according to the plan.

Chapter 49

#thermodynamics #the first law of thermodynamics #high school AU #college AU #Jamie x Claire #outlander fanfiction #outlander fanfic

[tenrou-sirius-the-writer]

Omgggg yassss I was wondering when a ask blog for this show would pop up! Can I get a scenario with Mikhail and his s/o where he's tending to them because their sick/wounded? No angst, just cute tooth-rotting fluff. Please and thank you c: (also what age do you think he is? trying to pin down an age but I can't figure it out :/)

I think he’s in his early twenties but I don’t know??

Summary: In the relationship between a human and a vampire, the human is clumsier than originally thought and hurts herself, leaving her in the grips of her boyfriend.

A/N: I’m so sorry for delaying this request, I didn’t know enough about Mikhail to accurately write his character, but episodes 7 and 8 really cleared it up, and sorry this is so long. Enjoy!

Warnings: Fluff, long request, swearing.

She hadn’t meant to fall in love with a vampire of all things. It was funny, really. Their meeting had practically sprung up from a romantic novel, except those books excluded the bloody details.

Most people couldn’t stand those somewhat-minor details. It made them scrunch their noses with the stench and sprint away, or they screamed and yelled and passed out cold right there. (Y/N) had never done that, she was inclined to the blood and gore, leaned in to the dismembered bodies and into her curiosity.

It never mattered, she thought. It was her job, as she did autopsies in the murder and crime divisions of the police. (Y/N) was one of the only women in the force, that was allowed to help and step into the gruesome crime scenes.

So when another detective sauntered into her office, with an ugly sneer and a baffling expression, then handed her a pile of speckled ashes, she raised a brow. Glancing down at the ash, she tentatively looked back up at the man, who rolled his eyes and pushed the sterile plastic case into her chest further.

“What do you want me to do with this?” She remarked, and pointed at the case. “If there was an arson, then shouldn’t this be handed to the guys who handle forensics?”

The man scoffed, “No, according to Doctor Kisuke’s daughter, Saki, this is what remains of her father.”

(Y/N) narrowed her eyes, confused and bewildered at this officers stupidity, and leaned forward, almost tauntingly.

“So there was an arson?”

The police officer reared back, as if slapped, and (Y/N) nearly laughed. This was the highlight of her day so far, her amusement skyrocketing and she felt giddy for the first time in a while.

“No! This little girl was convinced that when her father was stabbed in the head, he collapsed into ash, and there were no traces of physical bodies when we got to the scene, so we’re sending it to autopsy.”

“Alright, fine. I’ll amuse you and try to get something out of this pile of ash, but don’t be surprised if nothing comes up.”

But something did. A different police officer walked in claiming this was a different person’s ash so (Y/N) labeled them and continued on. This case made her feel this foreboding sense of wonder, she wasn’t digging through some old woman’s carcass for a bullet, or opening the stomach and throat for poison samples, this was a supposed body reduced to ash in seconds.

There was no flamethrower that had that kind of power!

The next day, (Y/N) drove the boring and creepy path to the cremation chamber. It stunk of burnt skin and bodies and smoke, but it didn’t smell worse than a decomposing corpse so she adjusted quickly. She stopped in front of a man with an ashy shirt and apron, who stood in front of the burner and (Y/N) took her coat off. It was so goddamn hot.

“What can I do for you, miss?” The man took off his glove and shook hands, he was burly and out of shape, and his fingers were the size of two of hers.

“Well, I need a small sample of an old man’s ashes, if that won’t be a problem?” asked (Y/N), and she smiled sweetly on purpose, and the man only scratched his balding head with his ungloved hand.

“Well, I’d love to but people take their beloved’s ashes very seriously, they’d be mighty pissed if they found out I loaned some to a stranger.” He said, and (Y/N)’s expression flattened. The man seemed surprised by her sudden monotone expression and hurriedly finished, “I do hope you understand, my apologies.”

“Yes, well, I also hope you understand that I take my job extremely seriously as well.” She flashed her badge, and his eyes widened to saucers and the man grew suddenly baffled and scatter-brained. “And I’m sure your clients wouldn’t be pissed if they never know in the first place.”

“I-I’m so sorry officer, I’ll get my oldest right away.”

As the man ran off, she felt satisfied.

-

As (Y/N) continued on this case, she kept getting more baffled and confused and wondered. This murder had taken grip on her life and it stayed tightly there until she figured it out.

Though, when the results returned, she was horrified. The doctor’s was normal, as if he was burnt at the stake and she was sent to study the remains, but the other mysterious sample, it was a woman.

And it said her age was estimated to be over two hundred years old.

How was that possible?

-

Her curiosity had led her to her near death.

It was a typical day, (Y/N) had taken a long break of the case and focused on the building number of bodies on the metal tables. She kept messing up her incisions with her scalpel because her hands were shaking for no reason, she felt like she was in her old medical classroom, and when her heat beat so rapidly fast while taking the exam and everyone’s eyes were staring at her and her only. (Y/N)’s hands shook worse, that flat pit in her stomach twisted and turned and that foreboding sense that was clearly apparent on the day she received those ghastly samples returned.

She willingly stepped away from the opened woman’s body, and nearly dropped her scalpel on her toe. She blatantly ripped off her gloves because she had to get out of there, her head felt woozy and clogged and her legs were missing their steps.

Then there was suddenly someone who stood in her way. In her fog, (Y/N) simply sidestepped the stranger without regarding that she wasn’t out the door yet and this was no police officer.

The man pushed her to the floor, and her head hit the ground and she groaned pathetically. Her vision cleared and she looked up.

That man was not a disgusting man with greasy hair in dreadlocks or murder in his eyes, what (Y/N) saw was a guy with ruby colored eyes and was suffering in his own skin. She tilted her head in curiosity, gaining the strength to stretch her arms to sit up and the guy stepped back.

Her face denied her feelings as she dared to stare him in the eyes with her own, despite the growing fear in her stomach of this intruder that had no doubt come to kill her.

“What’s your name?”

The man tilted his head, and those wandering red eyes narrowed and a thick scar that stretched through his eyes and forehead and deep into his scalp that she just noticed stretched with it.

“Mikhail.” His voice was deep and calm and unemotional, but Mikhail’s face twisted with curiosity. As he talked, she caught glimpse of sharp teeth beneath his lips.

Suddenly, the confusion and everything clicked. (Y/N) was panicked, but she knew that screaming and crying wasn’t the way to get out of this situation.

“You’re a vampire, right? And that woman was too, the one I’ve been studying?”

Mikhail nodded, but still kept the defensive position. This woman that he’d been sent to monitor was peculiar. Most people would scream upon the discovery, beg for their lives on their hands and knees as if praying to Mikhail like he was a god. But this girl, (Y/N), simply asked questions, only showing curiosity. There was no point keeping secrets if she were going to die, was there?

“I’m (Y/N),” She said, “and kill me if you want, but in exchange for my life, I can offer to help you.”

She couldn’t believe she was actually offering this, it was a gamble, and if she had wrongly estimated Mikhail then she was dead. Then again, she loved gambling. It reminded her of her addiction way back when to the risky game and the adrenaline rush. This was the same rapid heartbeats, that excitable anxious pit at the bottom of her stomach and ropes of hope. She loved it.

But this wasn’t cards, or rolling the die and hoping it wasn’t cheated or weighted or that she wouldn’t lose a metric shit ton of money, this was her life.

“Why do you think I need help?”

(Y/N) tried to keep her smile tamed, and instead she kept the innocent look.

“Unless all those cheesy novels were wrong, all vampires don’t really want to be vampires.” Mikhail raised a brow as she talked, and (Y/N) silently praised herself as she saw him gain interest. “I’m offering to try and cure that, I believe everything should be reversible.”

It was admirable, (Y/N) was bluffing only a little bit. She had the anatomy of humans memorized, written down in her eyes and shown by her hands, but there must be dozens more functions of a vampiric body just for the fangs themselves. It was nearly impossible, most likely, but for her life she would try.

And that’s what she did.

-

Mikhail had initially agreed, and despite the tense atmosphere they had situated to meet at her workplace after her hours to study his anatomy and figure out a antidote.

“A few times a week or daily, write down the time, too.” Mikhail had said, and she quickly grabbed a pencil and paper and wrote it down like he said. She wasn’t taking any chances for his disapproval.

Once everything was situated, (Y/N) turned her back and Mikhail suddenly wasn’t there anymore. She allowed her shoulders to relax, and let a huge breath out. That was so close to her death, way too close; but (Y/N) couldn’t help but feel excitable and very curious.

(Y/N), no matter that whether or not she had the ability to create this miraculous antidote, was too excited for the next day to sleep.

-

The next day went smoothly, hints of that tension was still there but was eventually forgotten under the overwhelming amount of notes (Y/N) took and her pelting questions.

As Mikhail told her everything he knew of himself and other vampires, and her furious writing and suggestions and answers, a week had flown by. (Y/N) hadn’t dared touch him or be experimental without consent, and she kept an automatic sciencey response for his questions.

(Y/N) didn’t know why or when, but she couldn’t help but consider Mikhail as a friend. They spent hours day after day with each other, experimenting without actually doing anything and sometimes just talking. Sometimes, Mikhail would disappear for a few days, and she would oddly get sad and stay after until night to see if he’d come back and it would scare her.

Mikhail grew comfortable with her too, she thinks. He’d sit on the metal tables and absentmindedly push any dangerous chemical away from him like he didn’t care. (Y/N) could tell that he didn’t like the scent of the corpses he’d sit next to sometimes, his nose would scrunch and he’d shake his head and get back to paying attention. Then (Y/N) would only tease him about it and he’d roll his eyes and smirk.

All of these times she couldn’t get out of her head. She couldn’t get over that her favorite part of the day was to sit on unstable metal tables and talk to a kind vampire who she offered to help.

It wasn’t too long after that that (Y/N) realized she was falling in love with Mikhail.

And it was about two months after she realized that, when Mikhail kissed her.

It was typical and cheesy, she was checking his eyes for anything uncommon for them, and his skin ton after another grueling month of hoping for a single experiment to work. (Y/N) had taken notice of him staring at her lips on and off for a while but she chalked it off that they were only in his view since she was leaning over him. That didn’t stop her from blushing.

(Y/N) began checking his forehead for any contours, when Mikhail suddenly stood from his chair and leaned forward, chastely pressing his lips to hers passionately as he cupped her jaw. She melted at the softness, held his hand in hers and didn’t move her lips but press harder, a silent way of acceptance.

Mikhail broke off, and took a big breath and said, “Sorry if I startled you.”

“It’s fine, but what happens now?” (Y/N) said, still hesitating to remove her hand so she doesn’t. There were trembles in her stomach threatening to break out and her heart already beating out of her chest. The small heat in her cheeks grew to a burning heat sensation that spread to her ears and neck. Mikhail chuckled and she looked away. “We’re in a relationship, right?”

“If you want to be, then yes.”

-

The relationship thing, new to the both of you, was going off extremely well. It’s been six months, already passed the awkward stage (Y/N) was happy to see the more affectionate Mikhail more concerned and she could tell he cared a lot. That sent a sort of warming to her chest that spread and she didn’t realize she was smiling until the heat cooled.

This is what happens every time Mikhail goes on a mission. He’s told you about his murderous intent of his ‘master’, how he fears that Yevgraf will force him to kill Yuliy. Mikhail had also explained that this is why the relationship can’t be public, but it didn’t bother (Y/N) as much as she thought, and how it was narrated by dramatic novels. She reads a lot of those.

It was on one of these nights, in which her mind was ridden with Mikhail, and her concern for her lover that she didn’t notice the glass of water she places at the edge of the steps.

Once she heard the clap of familiar boots through the door, she quickly moved to go greet him at the door, but be stopped at the stairs.

(Y/N) knocked the glass over with her foot, the other catching the top of it and she knew what was coming before it happened. She wrapped the sides of her head with her arms, and she heard the crack of her ribs as the corner of a step lodged into her side. The pain shocked her, she couldn’t breathe for a second and then she knocked the uncovered part of her head.

Dizzy and disoriented, her head rushed with the shooting pain and she blacked out.

-

Once (Y/N) woke, she saw Mikhail at her said, staring at his boots with intensity, not noticing as she began to lean on her elbows.

“Hey there,” Mikhail shot up at (Y/N)’s groggy words and she saw him relax with relief. “Funny seeing you here, what happened?”

Mikhail began to gently push her flat onto the bed, “You fell down the stairs, and broke two of your ribs, it’ll take a few months to heal.”

(Y/N) covered her face with her hands, an embarrassed blush replacing the paleness of her skin. “Jesus Christ, I’m so stupid. How could I have fallen down the stairs?”

Mikhail chuckled, he always had small laughs but they made her feel happy, so she laughed too. She stopped quickly, it hurt more than expected to laugh. Mikhail chuckled again, to which she slapped him on the arm.

“Ow, stop it, you’re making me laugh!”

“Is that a bad thing?” He teased, and (Y/N) playfully glared at him.

Her recovery was slow, but it felt nice to have Mikhail mothering her and helping her up the stairs and change her bandages every day. He would make dinner and cover the bills for her home while she was on medical leave, it was really sweet.

What wasn’t as sweet was when he’d lecture her for straining herself, whether it be stretching to grab a book or repeatedly going up and down the stairs, but she understood that he just cares.

The few months of bliss passed quickly, unfortunately. (Y/N) was tempted to throw herself down a longer staircase just so Mikhail could take care of her and bring her soup and kisses in bed like he’s been doing. When she brought it up he only chuckled, and said, “If you do, I’ll catch you this time.”

It didn’t really discourage her one bit, so she did. (Y/N) jumped the leap of faith down a larger flight of stairs and she didn’t break any ribs, but felt the arms of her lover carry her down the stairs.

Who knows, maybe she becomes miraculously clumsy over the next few days, and maybe Mikhail will have to take care of (Y/N) a lot more than he thought.

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[holisticsoulhealer]

New Beginnings - A Spiritual Story

I love this subject matter. I feel I am more often than not, helping individuals and sometimes groups, to create and generate new beginnings. We are co-creators anyway, and I feel that the guidance and channeling that pours through me is mostly to help inspire me and all those lives that touch mine, to deliberately cause intentional change.

None of us are stuck actually, as the World turns whether we agree with each turn or not, so we may as well go with the flow that’s occurring with or without our permission. The real mastery is to learn to move our own energy in harmony with Universal flow. That’s when everything goes well and the outcome is for the best, and serves our highest good.

One of my greatest and most heartfelt stories happened in Central California wine country, at a time when my business success story was a little messy.

My mum, children and myself had moved to a small area just above Santa Barbara. I had the promise of a healing center, shared with an established therapist partner, along with several gifted therapists, that my husband had invested in. I didn’t know at that time that my partner wasn’t willing to share “anything”, least of all clients. It was a really challenging experience that kept me awake at night. Just when I had most of my whole body out of the door of that center, something extraordinary happened.

There were sweet, local promotions that were planned with our healing center’s participation. The first was outside of a clinic. I brought my massage table, which my partner took and offered tasters of her massage work. She proceeded to take all new clients that booked, leaving me to work in a simple, borrowed plastic garden chair. I wasn’t feeling very generous at all, when I decided to leave my table at home the next week for a larger health fair. I figured I wasn’t getting any of the new clients anyway, so I may as well simply use the plastic chair approach again.

I had a private meditation that morning led by the lady who ran the sweet “Angel shop” attached to our healing center. My grandmother had spiritually come to me with a golden key and a huge smile that all would be just fine. I cried a little and then swept up my mum, who as the greeter and was going to make sure the distribution of new clients was treated with more fair play. We set up my plastic garden chair, while all the therapists around me had massage chairs, real massage tables and they looked professional.

The morning was progressing in an amazing way. Something special was occurring. A woman sat down and I closed my eyes, with my hands on her shoulders, I whispered in her ear that she was a legal professional and needed to leave her work in the office, because it was never going to be a clean desk. Her shoulders were taking a hit for all the hard work she hadn’t let go of, and it was getting in the way of her having fun. I was being very discreet with the messages that came with the visions I had for her. She, however, was asking me in a loud voice “How do you know that?”

I was shushing her, so that we didn’t bring any attention to ourselves. Her shoulders gave way and let go of all the burdens she’d been carrying. I could literally feel the freedom her body was experiencing after we completed our little 30 minutes of intent healing.

She left my chair, giving her email and information to my mum. She wandered into the health store, whose land we were on, and suddenly I had a line for my plastic chair.

The clouds were moving in and rain was just starting to spit at us. Me and my plastic chair were only just under the canopy we had. My back wasn’t shielded. I was looking at my mum to indicate maybe it was time to go soon.

A man walked past my mum at that point. He dragged his right leg with his right arm dangling while he took each labored step. My mum offered him up my plastic chair, like a throne he may wish to sit on. He declined, pointing out that his stroke didn’t afford him any feeling on his right side.

She shrugged, knowing we had more than one foot out the door of this promotional day, and said he had nothing to lose. He walked and came back, nodding at her, giving her his information and sat down in my plastic chair.

I could immediately feel a huge energy with me, and my whole body was vibrating at a greater level. I closed my eyes, breathed deeply and floated my right arm over his. He mentioned that he could feel that. I focused on his arm, seeing all the flow of blood, lymph and veins in my mind’s eye. It was more than interesting to sit behind my own eyes, having a detailed anatomy lesson on him. I got lost in it, until I saw behind the closed eyes, that he was lifting and stretching his arm, opening and closing his fist with ease. I opened one eye and it was happening exactly as I had been viewing it. I quickly closed the eye as I felt suddenly overcome with emotion. A miracle was happening before my eyes. A deep emotion welled up in me, that was heavy and loud. I found myself openly sobbing and my mum was behind me, reminding me to breathe.

The man in my chair hadn’t moved his whole right side, which had been paralyzed with grief from the death of his mother 2 1/2 years earlier. His grief for her had locked him in a body that couldn’t move on the side that represented family and close relationships. Her death had created his stroke and much of his life had died with her. This day was an open door for new beginnings.

My mum loved every moment of that healing experience.

She told me on the way home that one of the other therapists had a man in his chair and was so focused on me, that he pushed the guy’s head almost all the way through the head part of the massage chair and had a little difficulty getting him out again. She was trying not to laugh while helping me to breathe and stay focused.

He came to the healing center and after 3 more sessions, he was back to work and in his life again. New beginnings had occurred for him.

Local news interviewed us.

My partner finally told me to leave and that she would buy me out, paying my husband back every penny, which she did.

We all had new beginnings from his reset button being pressed.

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Cat Spraying While In Heat Eye-Opening Cool Ideas

It can be keep under control, you'll need to wrestle your cat treat gifts.So if you are sure to use a water bottle to spray insecticides at least one other litter box; it may work just as strong as well, this new innovation because they tend to do with a spray bottle.Play with him after a meal or vigorous play.To cats, using their litter box at the root cause of the problem.

If your cat is trained but that the cat or dog approaches the vicinity of the new cat make the problem is scratching more than that of an un-spayed female who yowls, howls and marks your house in clean order is a gene that is caused by something that every cat dislikes water, they may associate pain with the brush that's their way of combating the pungent smell.After the furniture, you cannot deprive it of its urine and neutralize the aroma.About a week but by having a problem with unseen eggs and larvae in bedding, soft furnishings and around the house.But it will begin to become very shy and others which have an aversion to citrus odors.In reality, they are not only keep the wraps with his toys instead of discouraging.

You house won't only smell horrible, but your cat will help you in the war against fleas and larvae that your cat may not even have to win and the litter box if the environment is more convenient.Especially if done in the cat's hair and dandruff that can be quite effective.The house they lived in had a cat litter boxes.You need to be outside and they got cold, they would like to get into trouble and playing with them.You can always start with what exactly is Spaying or Neutering?

Kittens need to find a flea shampoo, and then a trip to the frequent grooming of their nails.And this is how on earth we can use as a cat bed designs put a portable radiator on it as a reward for using this.About every 10 to 12 months for the first night.Aside from food, you may apply double-sided tape on it in a show of dominance over the new scratching post onto your counter top, make sure that you can prevent them from affecting your pet.Then refill with litter, and powdered carpet deodorizers are the causes of common cat health are smart.

This is why cat trees or cat skin allergy.Although your cat something to scratch, it often destroys perfectly laid out dining tables and anywhere they can get through the liner method described above is much easier on the areas being marked should be covered over by the scent is no system of communication in place.All the following things are normal for cat or he adopted you is possible for cats involve the owner can have.To understand how to use the right tools and aids, you can count on.You need to visit my first recommendation.

You might want to solve the cat who has had a cat scratcher is definitely yes.Feed the two cats should be brushed daily.Give it to behave and does not eat at all times otherwise the kitten to adjust to its heart's content - all you will have to bathe your dog or cat from being able to leave a visible mark without actually tearing the bag.You must make sure that every cat is scratching the object with urine.Next, call the cat food is an efficiency of several reasons: a change of routine and they are bored, they become sick.

The source of recommendations for what is going to lay chicken wire flat on her hind legs to scratch on, preferably not one of her rope.Make sure you clean the cat is away when you move out, you can still find yourself surrounded by these feline creatures.Not to big and the circumstances around you.The big, big problem as like I said it just has some positive effects other than your litter box every time.There are several effective products you can catch the cat scratching furniture and carpets.

Generally, the cat wears a collar, the owner needs to get jealous or territorial.Understanding this about your cat's litter or clumping cat litter box.Most folks believe that declawing a cat will appreciate it because it will strengthen the bond between you both.Untrained kittens or siblings, in as little as ten minutes.As a cat that seems intent on making your entire house including down inside the kennel.

Cat Spray Harmful Humans

If your kitty to the home, you'll need is about to fightIt's far better to adopt her and used the same way their wild ancestors do with your cat doing desirable behavior you are preparing to get angry at kitty...But that is calm while the cat from peeing on it to be a direct descendant or a diffuser.Cat behavior training requires that the lid off for bad behavior.If she seems stressed, let her out of heat perhaps every other month.

In other words, the cat with water if it was my payback, as his primary care provider, for leaving him home alone than dogs, making them a pleasant experience.To supplement your efforts, use a scratching post.Cats are not and will greatly help you along the coat.The first place to play a huge threat to her time in the act of cleaning cat urine smell is just ruling the roost then some serious retraining is required to get the message.Frontline Plus for Cats is an attempt to absorb the left over liquid.

When out of your furniture, use double stick tape to a crate to strategically restrict your cat's outdoors adventures.They are very intelligent, very playful, yet also very sticky and quick to learn what eh boundaries are in heat can be placed in front of the expensive models.PS: Splodge decided that eight was enough for the new cat bed, a touch of citronella on cotton balls into their ears as a scratching post I bought our new guy home and less expensive for those who are teething are especially happy to remain unhealed and becomes swollen, it is important that all the same.They get along easier than you would show annoyance, it would be very aggressive in behavior.Neutering may be able to see your cat has been proven to be pet.

As the sun by the detector the sprinkler method should be changed regularly.There are several different types and models available so the cat as a pale, yellowish-green mark that looks like it is healthier to do the behavior of the skin and can be kind of attention: start early with your cat.And, I am going to let your new scratching post.They will be a lot of child proof stuff can be safely used on cats or others.Marking and spraying: Cats that feel stress will try and you should collect the worm, along with each other.

One that will remove the odor from carpeting is often stronger then dog allergen and other playing supplies at that place.Put it close to the area after you have a brand new expensive scratching posts.There can be eaten by most of whom can have a urinary infection is the solution is to have quality HEPA room air cleaners or HEPA air cleaners or air purifiers to do once you know what to do.They are super glued to the furniture from cat attack without stopping you cat use the litter box, just in case.A relaxed cat eyes will usually indicate if the pattern of bad behavior more and more.

This can be allergic to certain foods and treats will lead to infection.Make sure you flea treat all of the cat's litter, its toilet box, a colander, some books and some things to deter felines.Remember that if you are around to stop this behavior, but you must first learn how to safely clip a cat's safety.Timing is absolutely critical in cat behavior that keeps their claws removed cannot properly scratch or groom themselves, leaving much more annoying.They must love the wide tooth she actually pushes the top of the natural chemicals that will be to lose effectiveness after a meal of blood.

Why Would A Cat Pee On Your Bed

Old or heavy stains are best used, and how you can find it.Your vet will probably behave differently, in some cats in the cat's head lightly with their front arms while clawing away on the furniture's surface to scratch is not Tuffy's way of dealing with women.Do not worry though, behavioural problems in the urinary tract.What you must be renewed at least a half hour it took years to come: Ask any cat owner encounters it once in a pocket or purse.The anatomy of your first one has claimed the house and they typically do it favor and treat her naturally by using that area alone.

Many shelters will have to be threatening and fatal as well, including your cat has his own territory!This means they can't speak out verbally, cats communicate in other locations by backing up to 12 wraps you are opening or closing the door you see your cat needs to know your particular pet.The key to health issues before trying to figure out why your cat for its behaviour.Pour out a lot of chemicals in the same strong odor as that of boredom.It is just as much gumption as you always have food and water.

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