#and yeah i sat down for like 10 minutes and drank my entire water bottle and i was fine the whole rest. of the lesson

[chercia]

oh yeah yall, btw, make sure to drink water before ur first ever dance class ! that way u dont nearly pass out in the first 15 minutes. haha !

[badasgirl]

chapter two ── .✦ party favors

notes ✮: wooo first written chapter! sorry this took so long, i’ve been super busy with my classes 😭 but i hope you all enjoy this chapter <3 it’s kinda shit, but next chapter will be better! i’m just a little rusty after not writing for over a year…please give me grace haha 🥹

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bada began to get ready around 7:00pm. she opted for a full black leather outfit: a very cropped leather top, leather pants, a leather jacket with white accents, and a silver chain belt to tie it all together. she also decided on wearing a pair of her black boots, as for which pair exactly…she will figure that out later.

it was 8:00pm on the dot when seoyoung arrived at bada’s apartment by taxi. this apartment was basically her second home, so naturally she immediately put in the passcode to the door, took off her shoes, and yelled out for bada. bada was in her room spraying on her favorite fragrance, ysl libre, as she responded to seoyoung calling her name. she met the other in her kitchen as she was already taking a shot from the soju bottle she bought. right before bada could ask for a shot, taeyoung knocked at her door. surely it’s not suspicious how she showed up only five minutes after seoyoung.

“bada~ take these they’re heavy.” taeyoung whined as she held up two big ass water bottles for everyone to share. she knew they would need them with the way they drank.

bada took the bottles into one arm and was about to say something about how the two girls arrived only a few minutes apart from each other but before she could, hanbin showed up right behind taeyoung with three bottles of soju and his mysterious blue concoction. they both entered the apartment and slipped off their shoes as bada deeply sighed to herself. she closed the door before making her way over to the kitchen to join the others. naturally seoyoung and bada start doing soju shots together, while hanbin is the only one who actually drinks the mystery blue drink.

“it’s literally so fucking good, you guys are missing out” he complained as he took another sip out of the old water bottle he put the drink in.

“yeah hanbin nobody is believing you, keep that shit over there…” taeyoung trailed off with a disgusted look as she stood next to seoyoung with her arm placed around the taller’s waist. seoyoung laughed in agreement with her.

“you guys are just haters!” hanbin said as he rolled his eyes and continued to drink the strange beverage.

as those two continued to go back and forth with each other, bada went over to her vape collection and debated on which flavor oil she was going to bring with her tonight. she settled on mango passion fruit, one of her favorites, because it was fruity and according to her past experiences, girls like to hit her vape more when she has that flavor. bada then returns to the others in the kitchen and sits at the island that separates the kitchen from the living room. the tall girl began to sip on some soju again before taeyoung looked at her.

“we’ll leave around 10:00 guys, so take your time with your drinking please.” taeyoung practically begged as she made her way over to the couch and sat down to relax.

after her remark, everyone fell into their pre-gaming routine of yapping about anything and everything while downing all of the alcohol they brought.

while bada and her friends were doing what they do, aria and her friends were already on their way to the party. the time was 9:32pm, matthew was serious about getting them there on time. the entire car ride consisted of giselle explaining to keeho how unicorns could actually be real and the proof backing it. aria agreed with giselle wholeheartedly because somehow she once read an in-depth study about it.

“i hope you both know you sound insane right now.” keeho said while looking directly at the two with his lips thinly pressed.

matthew chuckled before he told the group they finally arrived. they made the walk towards the front door and they each paid the fee before they walked in. the party had only started 10 minutes ago by the time they arrived, so they were a part of the first handful of guests to arrive. keeho and aria immediately went off to go do shots, while giselle went to sit down somewhere with a red cup full of harimu’s special juice.

matthew sighed deeply before he said “pray for me” to himself while he went over to the two that were taking shots.

about half an hour passed before bada and her friends arrived. they all got in for free because they’re in the dance club. the group immediately went their separate ways; seoyoung and lusher went over to the dj to request songs, hanbin was already pretty tipsy and came ready to dance battle, so he rushed towards the dance floor. bada however decided to scope out the scene first. she took out her vape, hit it, and looked over to the bar area. bada’s interest was piqued as she spotted a pretty girl in a black mini skirt, knee high boots, and a layered crop top going shot for shot with a guy. the dancer didn’t recognize either of them but to say she was intrigued by the girl would be an understatement. all she could think about was the fact that the pretty girl looked good as fuck in her skirt, plus her laugh was cute. her gaze was piercing to say the least, bada looked as if she wanted to devour her on the spot. before bada could think about her even more, she got pulled away to the dance floor by a gorgeous blonde girl named haeun. the two sometimes hung out at different parties, so it was natural that bada started dancing with her. they fell into a rhythm where bada was holding haeun close by her waist and haeun moved to the beat of the song.

as time passed, bada had gotten a quite few shots in her system. bada was fairly drunk when she spotted the pretty girl from the bar again, but this time she was dancing by herself on the dance floor. the whole time bada had been at the party, she couldn’t stop thinking about the girl, she had to at least try to talk to her. so, bada slipped away from haeun and went towards her.

aria was a little more drunk than usual, which was what lead her to the dance floor in the first place. as aria danced with no care in the world, she noticed a very tall and gorgeous girl approach her. somehow without any words being exchanged, they began to dance together, there was virtually no space in between the two. as they danced, the tall woman brought out her vape to hit it. right before it reached her lips, aria ‪asked if she could try and hit her vape.

“sure pretty, have you ever hit one before?” the taller woman asked curiously. aria shook her head no and chuckled a little bit. the other girl also chuckled as she smiled and then explained to aria how to properly hit it. after a few tries, aria was able to correctly hit the vape.

“good job pretty girl, see that wasn’t too difficult was it?” the woman said with a soft tone while she smiled at aria. aria’s face blushed as she nodded her head in agreement. eventually the tall girl was able to hit her own vape before she wrapped her long arms around aria’s waist as they went back to dancing while exchanging a few words. the two girls were very much enjoying each other’s presence, eventually the taller asked if she could kiss aria. at that point, aria was so into the girl that was basically holding her in her arms she immediately agreed.

“fuck it, why not?” aria said nonchalantly before she brought her lips to meet the other woman’s. the two began to make out in the middle of the dance floor while holding onto each other and leaving no room in between them. aria couldn’t have cared less about anything else around her at that time, the only thing that consumed her mind was the attractive woman that was holding her and kissing her as if her life depended on it. to say the least, that was the best kiss aria ever had.

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[thevelvetseries]

The Heart Wants What It Wants

Summary : The Ackles oldest daughter Y/N has been growing up hiding a secret from her whole family and the entire world. She tries her best to keep it hidden, until one day her secret is released to the world.

Pairing : Jensen Ackles x Daughter Reader / Danneel Ackles x Daughter Reader / JJ Ackles / Arrow Ackles / Zeppelin Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Genevieve Padalecki

Warnings : Lesbian Reader, Forced Out, Swearing, Drinking

A/N : I had just finished reading the book ‘Simon vs. The Homo Sapiens Agenda’ and really enjoyed it. After watching the movie with a few friends it gave me the idea to write a short one-shot about a female reading being outed.

Main Masterlist

I was currently sitting in my last period of the day at school. We had 10 minutes left until the end of the day. I was meeting Bram, Alexandra, Hannah, Nick and Marcus we were heading to the mall after school to look around get dinner and see a movie like we do every Friday. Once the bell rang, I put away my books and picked up my coat and leave the classroom and head over to my locker to grab the rest of my books to take with me for the weekend. While I was placing books in my bag Hannah bounced up to me.

“Hey Y/N” she says while leaning up against the locker next to mine. She was wearing a light blue top with black skinny jeans and some simple sneakers. She looked amazing she always did. They way she would do her makeup and hair everyday she looked beautiful.

“Hey Han, have you seen the others.” I say while closing my bag, placing it on the floor to put my coat on.

“They are walking to us now” she points behind me and I see Bram, Nick, Marcus and Alexandra walking our way. I close my locker pick up my bag and we all had outside. Since there is 6 of us we take two cars, in the mornings I pick up Hannah, Nick since they live on near me while Bram picks up Marcus and Alexandra. We get into our cars and head off to the mall for the night.

Around 8pm I get home. When I pulled up in the driveway I noticed that Jared and Gen were over. I park my car and turn off my engine. I take an deep breath, and lean my head against the headboard and closed my eyes. After 5 minutes I grab my bag and head inside. I open the front door, took my shoes of sand hanged up my coat on the hook by the door. I walk into the kitchen place my bag on the counter and grab myself a bottle of water. I had drank about half the bottle when dad walked in the room.

“Hey kiddo, how was school today?” He asked while giving me a kiss on the head while continuing over to the kettle and tuning it on.

“It was ok, nothing out of the ordinary.” I say while putting the lid back on my water bottle. “I saw the Padalecki’s are here” I say while pointing to the living room.

“Yeah, they decided to come over tonight.” Jensen says while making coffee.

“I’m gonna say hello and head upstairs.” I say walking out the kitchen. I say hello to everyone in the living room and head upstairs to my room and start to do my math homework. After about an hour I make my downstairs to get myself a snack. I walk into the kitchen and see dad and Jared sitting at the table talking.

“Hey Y/N” Jared said while drinking some of his drink.

“Hey J” I say while grabbing myself an apple and joining them at the table.

“How’s school been?” He asked.

“It’s been fine. Nothings really changed” I say while biting into my apple.

“Got a boyfriend yet?” Jared says while dad gives him a look.

“Hey”dad says while putting a hand on Jared’s shoulders “She’s 16. She doesn’t need a boyfriend.” Then he looks at me. “You don’t have a boyfriend do you?” He asked me.

“No dad, I don’t” I say. What he didn’t know is that I didn’t want a boyfriend or a husband when I got older. I wanted a girlfriend, and a wife. I’ve know this fo a long time. Like when me and my friends would watch TV shows or movies I would always pay more attention towards the actresses.

“Well good. Wait until college or after college.” He says. I give me a smile and tell him I would. It was a way to keep him off my back. I get up from the table and head into the living room where mum and Gen where with the little children. They were watching Frozen and eating popcorn. I make my way over to mum and snuggled into her side. She gives me a kiss on he head and continues o talk to Gen and watch the movie, at some point I’ve fallen asleep.

When I woke up I was in my bed and it was light outside. I look at my bedside table and saw it was 6am. I get out of bed and make my way downstairs and find mum and dad in the kitchen cooking breakfast, JJ and the twins where in the living rom watching cartoons.

“Morning sweetie, did you sleep ok?” mum said while cracking some eggs into a bowl to whisk them together.

“Morning mum, dad.” I say while sitting at the table and yawning.

“Oh, is it still ok for me to go to Jessica’s party tonight?” I’m ask to the room. Mum and dad both agreed so when I finished my breakfast, I sat with my family in the living room for a few hours before heading upstairs and texting my group asking if they were going to go. We all were. We decided that I was going to head over to Alexandra to get ready with her and Hannah since she lived closer to where the party was being held. Jessica used to go to out school before she transferred when she moved last year but everyone still loved her.

Around 9pm we arrive at the party. We head to the kitchen to get ourself some drinks. By 12am I was drunk. I wasn’t really sure what was going on, all I knew was that I was with Hannah and Alexandra in the car and was heading back home. They pull up to my house I grab my bag and head inside. I quietly enter the house and close the door and went upstairs to my bed. I had a good night, but what I didn’t know was that my life was going to change when I woke up the next morning.

My head was pounding like crazy. I slowly open my eyes and immediately shut them when I come contact with light from my windows. Yes, I was definitely hungover. It wasn’t the first time it had happened but never this bad. After about 20 minutes I was finally awake enough to head downstairs. It was 10am. I left my phone by my bed. When I reached downstairs I saw JJ, the twins and their three little Padalecki’s in the living room while mum and dad and Jared and Gen where in the kitchen talking with a laptop in front of them. When I enter the kitchen they all look at me. I grab a bottle of water from the fridge and turn around and looked at them.

“Why you all staring at me like that?”I asked confusedly while opening my bottle of water.

My dad looked at me and asked my to take a seat. I sit down and now I’m starting to get a little worried.

“When we woke up this morning there was an article wrote about you. It looked like someone took some photos of you at the party you went to last night.” Dad said while looking at me sweetly.

“Ok. That’s not bad. Is it.” I ask nervously.

Mum turned the laptop around and I could hear my heart break. The headline was the first thing I saw ‘Y/N Ackles seen kissing a mystery girl’. No, no no no no no. Fuck no. I start to scroll down and I see a photo of me kissing a girl. Tears start to build in my eyes. Why was this happening, for the past 3 years I’ve kept this hidden inside me. I look at up and a single tear runs down my face. I didn’t know what to do, they were all staring at me. 

I got up from the table and ran up to my room ignoring the calls for me to come back. I enter my rom and lock the door and crawl into my bed. My phone was blowing up with missed calls and texts from my friends asking if I was ok and I just broke down crying.

I could hear my dad and mum, outside my room knocking asking for me to let them in. I couldn’t move. I stayed in my room all day.

When I woke up the next morning I woke and immediately hated the day. It’s Monday. School is in 2 hours. I head to my ensuite took a shower then go dressed, did my hair and makeup and went downstairs. When I enter the kitchen I see mum and dad and JJ eating breakfast. When they saw me dad looked me in the eyes. We hadn’t talked since they read the article. “Would you like a waffle sweetie?” He asks I just nod.

I seat down at the table not talking. I know I need to say something I should just tell them they already know. Dad placed my waffle in front of me and sat back down next to mum.

“I want to talk to guys about something.” I say. They both look at me, JJ was bus eating her waffles. “Well… I… I.. I like girls. And I don’t want you guys to think anything different. I’m still me.”

Mum jumped “of course you are sweetie” she said. “It’s ok hunny.” I give them both a small smile. “I loved you”

“We love you too” dad said. “Come here” he put his arms out. I get out my chair and walk over to him. He gives me a big hug and kissed my forehead. Then mum comes from behind me and joins the hug.

2 weeks later. Everything was great. I’m not sure why I was so worried in the first place. Nothing has really changed in my life except everyone knows my little secret, my family and friends still loved me everything was ok. I’m not sure why I was so scared too begin with. I’m was now myself. Who cares, the heart wants what it wants.

[profiler-in-training]

Valentine’s With Gibbs

Here’s just a little Valentine’s Day story for you guys! Hope you enjoy! Happy Valentine’s Day!

You watched as the suspect you and McGee had been interrogating for hours was finally led out in handcuffs after a full confession. You were walking back to your desk, grabbing your coat and you headed home. You had a date tonight. On Valentine’s Day. It was a spur of the moment thing, as you really never went out on Valentine’s Day, but a guy from your old high school had come into town. You had hated him in high school. He had made fun of you countless times throughout the years and you never thought in a million years you would be going on a date with him. But when you ran into him at the store, he seemed completely different. He ended up asking if you’d want to go to dinner. Surprisingly, you had said yes. You showered and put on a strapless red dress, curling your hair and putting your makeup on. You drove to the restaurant and sat down at the table waiting on him to get there. 

You started getting a little anxious. It was 20 minutes after you had agreed to meet. Time continued to pass and you only got more and more upset. He had stood you up. And probably never planned to meet you in the first place. It seemed he hadn’t changed a bit. You left, ignoring the pity look you got from the hostess, and got into your car. You drove and drove until you were at a bar. The name of it sounded vaguely familiar but you didn’t care to figure out why at this point. You got out, slamming the door, going in. You sat on one of the stools and the bartender came over. 

“Hey. What can I get you?”

“Whatever’s strongest.”

He looked at your outfit and assumed that you probably hadn’t gotten dressed up just to come to a bar. He gave you a small sad smile, giving you a glass of amber liquid. You drank it down, eyes trained on the tv above the bar. You hated sports but you just wanted to seem interested in it so people would leave you alone. Bartender dude checked on you a couple times, refilling your drink for you. You raked your hand through your hair, sighing heavily. 

“Y/N?” A very familiar voice spoke from behind you, making you pause before turning to meet crystal blue eyes. 

“Gibbs...” You blinked. It made sense now. This was the bar he frequented when he didn’t drink in his basement. You took in his furrowed eyebrows and his slightly rigid stance. 

“I thought you said you had a date tonight?” He looked you over, always protective. You nodded. 

“I did...or...well...I thought I did, but...” you rambled on, eventually spilling out the entire story, including all the embarrassing things that happened to you in high school. He simply sat there and listened to every bit of it. It must have been the bourbon because you never would have told him all this so freely otherwise. His gaze went from concerned to angry. 

“That asshole left you sitting there on purpose?” You looked up at him at the tone of his voice. 

“Yeah...but I mean...it’s fine Gibbs. Really,” you said, standing up. “I should get home.” You stumbled quite a bit and Gibbs looked up at the bartender questioningly. The bartender held up three fingers and Gibbs looked back at you.

“It’s not fine. And you can’t drive.” And with that, he took your arm gently and led you to his truck, helping you in because apparently you’d forgotten how to get into a vehicle without nearly breaking your ankle. 

He pulled into a driveway and you looked up, confused. Everything was slightly blurry and it was way too hard to think. 

“Thissss isssn’t my house, Gibbs,” you slurred as you felt his arms wrap around you and pick you up. He walked you into the house and everything went dark. 

When you woke up, you were on Gibbs’ couch with a blanket over you. A water bottle and aspirin were next to you on the table. You sat up slowly, very embarrassed as the memories flooded back to you. You glanced at the clock. It was only 10:30. A note was beside the water bottle telling you that you could shower and wear the fresh clothes that were on the counter. You took the medicine and got up, heading into the shower. The hot water felt nice and you made sure to scrub down. You felt like you still reeked of a bar. When you finished, you dried and got out, putting some shorts on and an old navy blue NIS sweatshirt. You went down to the basement, only to find Gibbs working on his boat. 

“Feel better?” He asked, not looking up. 

“Yeah...thanks Gibbs...listen...about everything I told you-“

“It stays with me,” he said, looking at you now, “and you didn’t deserve any of it.” You blinked, startled by his words. You opened your mouth to argue but he gave you a look and you simply nodded. 

“Thanks, Gibbs.” You sat down on his bench, watching him work. Eventually he had you come over to help. Standing behind you, he took your hand with the sandpaper and showed you how to sand it properly. You could barely hear what he was saying because your eyes were trained on his hand over yours. You never realized how small your own hands looked compared to his. His voice pulled you out of your thoughts. 

“Y/n?” His voice was low and soft, and right against your ear. He didn’t miss the soft shiver that ran through your body. 

“Hm?” You squeaked out, turning to look at him. Gibbs apparently had other plans. He didn’t move. You were stuck between him and his boat. And you couldn’t say that you minded. His hand was next to your head as his eyes raked over you one good time. He was very calculated, studying your body language as if he expected you to push him away. 

He leaned in very slowly, making your heart race with every centimeter of space he closed. You couldn’t take it anymore. You closed the gap, pressing your lips against his. They were surprisingly soft and full against your own. His free hand came up to cup your cheek and your own hands rested against his chest. His tongue slipped into your mouth, not giving you a chance to fight for dominance. He let you know early on that he was in control. A soft sound escaped your lips and you felt him smirk against your lips. His body was pressed against your own and you could feel him pressing against your upper thigh. When the kiss broke, you were both panting just slightly. His eyes were now a dark, lust filled blue and it made your knees weak. 

“I think you’re gonna need another shower soon.” You groaned as he kissed you hard again. 

This would be a Valentine’s that you’d never forget. 

[wanderingtrash]

Unfair Affair - Part 6

A/N: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE LIKES REBLOGS, COMMENTS, AND FOLLOWS. I LOVE YOU GUYS!

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The next day (Y/N) wasn’t feeling well. Her stomach kept bugging her the entire night after she had eaten the burger. All night she was groaning and sweating from the discomfort. She had taken some Pepto-Bismol but that didn’t sit right with her stomach so she just ended up hunched over her toilet spilling her stomach of the pink medicine.

(Y/N) sat up on her bed, her cheeks red from the amount of pressure she had put into throwing up. She had also felt a slight headache forming.

She reached for her phone and for the water bottle she had kept on her nightstand. Taking a quick swig from the water she sighed as the cool liquid slid down her throat. (Y/N) unlocked her phone and looked at the time; 10:23 am. She had called in sick in the early morning telling the head Doctor that she wasn’t feeling well.

With a get well and a goobye the call ended.

(Y/N) groaned internally as she realised she had 4 unread text messages from Ben. He must’ve been worried and wondering where she was. She clicked on his name on the screen which took her to thr previous exchanged messages between the two. She scamned the messages and smiled a bit.

Hey you okay babe? Was knocking on your door for 15 minutes to go for breakfast but you didn’t answer

Hello?

Christ (Y/N) it’s been 2 hours you should’ve been at work at 7

Text me when you read these please, you’ve got me worried

(Y/N) quickly typed an answer for him and laughed a bit.

I’m fine, got a stomach bug or something and I wasn’t feeling well this morning but other than that I’ll be okay and back tomorrow for work .x

After hitting send (Y/N) decided to be a bit active and go downstairs to make herself a cup of coffee. Nothing like some caffeine to help an upset stomach. She slipped on an over sized Rolling Stones sweat shirt. Someting had had gifted her and (Y/N) just didn’t have the heart to throw it away.

It held a lot of memories.

She grabbed her green mug and put it in the coffee maker. Putting in her favourite flavor on the little cup holder.

She pressed the ‘start’ button and went to the living room to turn on the tv as her coffee maker started compressing the coffee beans and coffee flavor cup. The cool air of the living room hitting her bare legs as she walked in.

With her phone in hand she sat down on her white love seat the cold fabric of the cover of the love seat making her shiver.

She switched on the TV and relaxed her back muscles.

Since she had found out about Gwen’s pregnancy that’s all she heard about. The media couldn’t get enough especially since Gwen posted little snaps of her belly and of the kale shakes she drank. To “help the little munchkin grow” Gwen said. The gossip at the clinic had been just that as well. The nurses were all in awe that the handsome CEO and his beautiful wife were expecting a baby.

All (Y/N) could do was internally roll her eyes and nod as they went on.

Harry had done a great deal to her. He had heart her and he didn’t seem to care. Slowly she was learning to move on without him but how do you quickly move on from someone after nearly 8 months?

It’s a challenge.

She grabbed her phone and tapped on Ben’s contact name to send him a quick message.

I might make some pizza tonight, wanna come over?

It only took a few minutes for Ben to reply and (Y/N) frowned as she read it.

Can’t tonight love :( I’ve got to do a night shift today. One of my patients isn’t feeling very good. Maybe tomorrow?

Yeah sounds good, no worries

But definitely tomrrow! (: I’ll try and text you when I get off work, stay warm Princess it’s killer cold outside

(Y/N) laughed to herself and blushed as the pet name was a new thing comimg from him.

Of course

Her smile didn’t stay on for long as she grimaced in pain as she felt nausea again she leaned her head back in the recliner and sighed.

She couldn’t drink medicine because her biy rejected that entirely and she refused to eat food.

A distinct knock made it’s way outside her door and she groaned as she was forced to get up. (Y/N) hadn’t been expecting anyone and hoped and prayed that they would talk fast and go away. She wasn’t feeling up for a lengthy conversation or visits.

(Y/N) walked across the soft carpet the the main door. Opening it she rolled her eyes as she was met with the sight of Harry. He had his short hair in a Packers beanie and a long sleeved Nike grey shirt adoring his body. It brought out his muscles perfectly.

“What the hell are you doing here Harry?” (Y/N) spat out. Her eyebrows raised. Harry had some nerve showing up at her home after they ended things. It was almost to her as if he enjoyed the game he was playing. A game that was hurting her and deceiving his oh so perfect wife. “You’ve got some fucking nerve coming here.”

Harry raised his hands up and sighed.

“I didn’t come here to argue with you… I just want to talk.” He said looking at her. She looked tired. Emotionally and Physically tired.(Y/N) looked at him. Her left hand resting on her temple. The silence that felt like an eternity was really only a few seconds.

(Y/N) nodded and stepped to the side. Harry walking in and his nose being filled with the scent lavender that her home always seemed to carry.

“What did you want to talk about?” (Y/N) asked tiredly. “Because quite frankly I’m tired of all the mixed signals Harry.”

“Mixed signals? Wha’ are you talking about? I’ve never sent you 'mixed signals’. You’re the one that started making all these assumptions in your head about us” Harry responded angrily. He cared about her sure. But he wasn’t going to take the offenses she was going to throw at him. The last thing he came to do was argue but it just seemed she got a kick out of it.

“Assumptions? You know what Harry? Seems to me that you really fucking cared about me when your dick was emptied out and you were laying beside me! That’s about the only time you actually kissed me and held me you manipulative asshole!” She yelled back. All the things she had been pondering over the past week finally coming to light.

“Enough!” Harry tried to quiet her.

“Where’s wifey huh? Heard you got her realy knocked up” (Y/N) laughed. “Nice heir to the throne right? Or did you just need the media to have something to talk about? Considering Gwen hasn’t really been in the spotlight for quite some time.”

“Can you just shut up? You really need to get a life and stop worrying about mine and my wife’s. Our child has nothing to so with you either.” Harry snarled at her. It stung him a bit to say it. It did. But she needed to relax and let him come and do what he came for. (Y/N) glared at him and her shoulders relaxed. She didn’t realise the nausea she had previously had until she relaxed.

“I came to tell you that I don’t need you to go to the media and tell them anything, do you understand? The last thing I need is for you to go out of spite and try to ruin my name” Harry revealed. (Y/N) felt like she had been slapped in the face. Her mouth parted open a but and her she could basically hear her heartbeat in her ears.

Harry continued ignoring the sligh pained expression on her face. Her cheeks were red, with anger maybe? Harry didn’t know. “How much do you want hmm? I’ll give you a certain amount of money so we can call this quits and you csn be secured for a long while.”

At that point (Y/N) was steamed with anger. “You think that low of me? I don’t need your fucking money Harry. I need you to stay the hell away from me. Do you even hear yourself? Do you for once hear the words coming out of your mouth? Money doesn’t solve all your problems and it’s about time you realised that. I’m not going to tell the media anything because the last thing I need is to be in the public eye and called a home wrecker.” (Y/N) gapsed out. She felt the tears cloud her eyes but she managed to hold them at bay. The sounds of the TV were nothing compared to the volume of their voice.

Harry sighed and ran a hand down his face. “I didn’t mean to offend you Petal-” He started. But was quickly cut off by a furious (Y/N).

“Don’t. Don’t call me that anymore Harry.” She said trying to hold some power in her voice. “God knows I was just a toy to you.”

“A toy?! I cared about you (Y/N)! I may not have loved you but I did care! When you were having a bad day I dropped everything to see you risking being caught by my fucking wife just to comfort you!”

(Y/N) stood in silence. She hated that he was right about that part.

“You called off our affair. I didn’t. Because God if I did I would have you in your bed right now showing you just how much I care..” Harry trailed off walking closer to her. He took her hands in his cold ones and lifted her chin. His heart race was beating so fast he could feel it in his ears.

(Y/N) shook her head. Harry’s hope was shattered. “No. I can’t do that. You’re expecting a baby Harry. With Gwen. There’s a baby in the mix of this and I refuse to do that to a child.” She backed away from Harry’s hold. “I won’t tell anything to the media. I don’t want money” She let out a shaky sigh as she continued. “I just want to be alone.”

Harry nodded and his head went to look down. An unfamiliar feeling of rejection coursing through his body. He looked at her again before walking to the door.

(Y/N) following behind. She opened it for him and watched as he dug his car keys out of his pocket. “Bye.” He softly said.

“Bye Harry.”

[rhina988]

Enjoy the Show

After having seen this Imagine summary, I wrote this longer version of mine, but somehow I completely forgot to post it as a separate story, so it only ended up as a reblog of the short one. 

For all of you who haven’t read it and for those who want to refresh their memory, I give you Enjoy the Show. 

OK, chill out. Don’t pass out. It’s just your favorite band in the world. And you’ve seen them It was the  times in the past  years. You need to get used to this amazing excitement and adrenaline rush. Don’t pass out. Just don’t pass out.

I tried to calm myself down with positive thinking as we were approaching the venue where 30 Seconds to Mars was supposed to have their final show on the tour. First, it was time for the meet and greet, when we’ll see the guys up close and maybe even talk to them a little. I, as a real little dreamer, have always hoped Jared might recognize me on some of the meet and greets since there was not a single one I missed at the shows that I had attended before. Obviously, I knew he couldn’t possibly remember me out of all the people he talked to, but a girl could dream, right?

We were slowly moving towards the long hallway to an enormous room where Jared, Shannon and Tomo were gonna sign autographs and take pictures with us. The line couldn’t go any slower as we were skillfully directed to the room by the whole arsenal of security. I guess they knew how crazy the crowd tends to be so they needed to be extra careful and make sure we were all on our best behavior.

Finally, after almost 20 minutes of pacing, we were in the room waiting for the guys to come out. My heart started to race, palms were sweating, and I could barely catch my breath. I started fanning myself with the notebook I had in my backpack when my friend started giggling.

“You better calm down, or you’ll end up in ER instead of in Jared’s arms,” she teased me knowing how much I love Jared Leto.

“I can’t help it. I seriously feel like the room is spinning,” I said and took a sip of water. Luckily, I know how I always react to Jared showing up a feet away from me, so I’m always ready with a bottle of liquid.

The people that were close to the door suddenly started squealing and screaming from excitement, which was a clear sign the band was gonna come inside any second.

He was the first to enter the room and my breathing simply stopped. The moment I saw that shiny pink hair, and those ray bans perfectly framing his smoothly shaved face, accentuating that flawless jawline that I’ve always dreamed of kissing, I felt my body trembling. Jared walked in and Shannon and Tomo followed. All of us started screaming of excitement and the three of them waved and smiled at us saying hello almost in synced.

They sat at the long table and waited for us to line up and get our autographs. First Jared talked for a couple of minutes thanking us for all the love and support we were giving them. He told a couple of jokes and anecdotes from the tour and then it was time for them to start signing autographs.

We all lined up and waited patiently for a second of their attention that was only meant for each and every one of us individually. We’ll, everyone except me. I was on pins and needles to look Jared in those mesmerizing blue eyes that made my knees weak.

The closer I was getting to him the more my heart raced and I had to control my emotions so I don’t really end up passing out. When it was finally my turn I gave Jared a picture of us that we took on some of the previous meet and greets. As I handed him the photo he looked at me, smiled, and said, “Hi.” I gulped and said hi back with the stupidest smile on my face, incapable of looking away from this gorgeous man. “Enjoy the show.” Jared said and smiled as he was signing the picture.

“I definitely will.” I must’ve sounded like a turned on teenager because Jared smiled, nodded and made the strangest face. Like he was gonna say, I bet you will.

“Here you go.” Jared gave me the picture and smiled. I said thanks with a short sigh not wanting to separate from him.

My friend was just behind me, and she slightly pushed me forward so I can move on and let others approach Jared, since my feet felt like they were glued to the floor. I never wanted to walk away from Jared, but I knew I had to. I sighed and moved away, when I took a glance at the picture and was shocked by the inscription on it.

At first I thought my mind was playing tricks on me, so I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and prayed to God it’ll still be there when I opened my eyes again. My prayers have been answered, and it was still there. Jared wrote down his phone number, with a little side note saying,

Meet me afterwards. Back exit.

I was barely able to stay silent. My eyes widened, my heart felt like it was gonna bounce out of my chest and I immediately felt my body burning up. My friend came behind me and I flinched at the sound of her voice.

“Hey, you OK?”

“Yeah, yeah.” I couldn’t let anyone know about this. God knows if I was actually seeing it or not, but I had to check later, “It’s just all the excitement you know. I did have a chance to talk to Jared at least for a second.” I said and smiled like a little girl when she gets her favourite toy.

An hour later the meet and greet was over, and it was time to meet Jared. I looked at the back exit door, and saw it was completely disregarded by the crowd. The band headed towards that same direction, and after they were out, the crowd headed towards the main exit. I managed to walk my way through a bunch of people and finally step outside after almost 10 minutes, skillfully escaping my friend. As I stepped outside, suddenly a male voice startled me.

“I thought you’ll never be here,” Jared said leaning against the wall right next to the door, with one leg bent and leaned against the wall, and his arms crossed over his chest. He tilted his head licked his lips and smiled at me.

“Oh my God,” I said and smiled covering my face with my hands. This was actually happening. That note was real, and I didn’t lose my mind.

“Come on, we need to hurry before anyone sees us,” Jared said and took my hand rushing towards his dressing room.

The hallway was fairly empty, aside from a couple of guys that carried the equipment around and were too wrapped up with their own job to notice us together. We were finally inside Jared’s dressing room and it felt like a dream. As he pulled me inside, he got back to the door to close them, and lock them. Damn, that only had to mean one thing.

“Alone at last,” Jared said and smiled as he turned the lock on the door.

“Ummm, you’ve got a nice dressing room,” I said as I rubbed my palms over each other feeling incredibly nervous.

“Thanks, I like it comfortable and spacy,” Jared said and headed towards the little kitchen area, “Would you like a drink or something?”

“A water would be great, I’m parched” I said actually eager for liquid. My mouth felt incredibly dry, and I was insanely hot.

Jared came closer to me offering me a bottle of water, “Here you go.”

I took it slightly touching his hand, which instantly sent shockwaves through my body, “Thanks.”

“Make yourself at home,” he said sitting on the couch that was placed across the door.

I sat next to him and drank some more water.

“So, I’ve noticed you’ve came to quite a number of shows. You’re a really big fan of ours, aren’t you?” Jared asked and smirked as he leaned his head against his arm that was laying on the back of the couch.

“You have, huh,” I said smiling and feeling a bit relaxed. Jared seemed as a friendly a guy as I always thought him to be. The sound of his voice calmed my nerves and brought fire to my crotch. I started to squirm a little so I crossed my legs to try to calm down the sudden need for Jared.

“I did, back in New York, you somehow caught my eye, and I really hoped to see you again,” he said coming a bit closer to me to take my hand and rub his thumb over mine.

Wow, that was almost two months ago, and he still remembered me. This was beyond real. I just waited for that moment when an alarm clock would shook me up from the trance, and I’d end up waking up from an incredibly realistic dream. But, as more time went by, the more aware I was that this was definitely not a dream.

“I didn’t think you really pay much attention to us in that way,” I smiled and bit my lower lip as Jared looked me deep into my eyes and squeezed my hand slightly.

“I could never stay immune to a girl like you,” Jared said and came even closer, making our knees touch, as I was sitting on my left leg that was folded under my body, and he sat in the same position only having his right leg folded. I gulped and looked at his hand that started to move towards my bare knee. I wore a denim shorts and his warm touch on my skin set my crotch on fire.

“Thanks,” I was barely able to speak since the temperature in the room seemed to have risen for a 100 degrees in a split second.

“Are you blushing? That’s so adorable,” Jared came even closer and now I could feel his breath against my face. He caressed my bare thigh with the back of his hand, slightly lifting it and doing the same with the tip of his fingers, sending shivers all the way through my body. The higher his hand slid the more aroused I felt and sensed my core throbbing for his touch.

Then he leaned all the way to my face locking his lips to mine. I felt his hand going up my thigh stopping at the button of my denim shorts, as he deepened the kiss making my entire body treble. I let out a slight moan as his hand slid inside my shorts teasing my throbbing core over my panties. My body was on fire. I cupped Jared’s cheeks and devoured him as the passion between us rose with every kiss we exchanged. He then broke the kiss looking me deep into my eyes. Our breathing was heavy and we could feel lust overflowing both of our beings.

“Do you really want this?” Jared asked me, as he leaned his forehead against mine, with his hand still inside my shorts.

I nodded, biting my lower lip, trying to control my rapid breaths, “I do,” I said anxious for him to take me. Jared smiled slyly and said, “Good girl.” Damn, those word always ignited fire in my crotch, and now it was no different. I was already so aroused that this made me throb even more.

He pushed me down on the couch, and slid his hand under my panties, fondling my slit. I arched my back wanting to feel his fingers inside me completely. As I rocked my hips up I felt him smiling through the kiss.

“Anxious are we,”  he whispered as he broke the kiss.

“Ugh, so much,” I almost growled when the second later his fingers thrusted inside me. ”Mmmm” was all I could mutter as Jared kissed me roughly again, biting my lower lip when he wanted to break the kiss. His fingers did magic inside me while his thumb skillfully teased my clit. I felt the knot forming in the lower part of my stomach and I knew I wouldn’t last long if he kept doing that. The more he thrusted his fingers inside me the more I moaned, and he could feel I was close.

“You’re edging aren’t you baby?” I just nodded and exhaled deeply not wanting him to stop.

He read the sign of pleasure on my face and felt the enjoyment of my body so he didn’t have any intention of stopping. He moved his fingers faster and faster finally sending me over the edge. I arched my back letting out the biggest moan. I just hoped nobody was walking in front of the dressing room or I would be so embarrassed.

“Oh my God,” I said as I rode through my orgasm. I was dripping all over Jared’s fingers and he smiled pleased to have pleasured me.

I got up cupping his cheeks, kissing him again and again. He took me by my waist and put me on top of him. Jared was sitting on the couch as I started moving up and down, teasing him as he did earlier. I could feel him already hard under his pants, and the more I grinded over him the more he growled through the kiss. I ran my fingers through his hair as his hands rested on my waist and then slowly went upwards to caress my back.

The next time Jared’s hands went up my back he took of my shirt, and buried his face in my breasts. I bit my lip at the gorgeous sight, feeling completely out of this world. I took the hem of his shirt and pulled it up, determined to undress his torso as well. Just the sight at Provehito in Altum tattoo made me throb for him. I ran my fingers over the tattoo and leaned in to kiss the spot.

He used the opportunity to unhook my bra in a second, completely exposing my boobs to him. I looked up to his blue eyes and smiled. I got of his lap to put down my shorts, and get out of the panties as he unzipped his pants and slid it down his legs, never getting off the couch. He moved to the edge of the couch and grabbed my hand yanking me towards him, eager to have me all for himself.

I slowly positioned myself on top of him and started rocking my hips against his. I straddled him slowly, then I picked up the pace as his hands roamed all over my upper body and finally stopping on my boobs. As I moved faster and faster, Jared kneaded my boobs then kissed him and nibbled on my nipples turning me on more and more with each bite.

“Damn girl, you’re so good,” Jared said as I grabbed his shoulders and threw my head back, rocking my hips mercilessly against his, enjoying every sensation of this mind-blowing sex. Jared continued to play with my nipples and kissed my neck to add to the whole pleasure, which brought me closer to the finishing line.

“Ahhh yes,” I let out a sigh of pleasure feeling I was getting closer to the edge. Then he nibbled on my neck as I leaned to him wrapping my hands around his neck, feeling another shock of pleasure coming my way.

“You’re close baby, aren’t you,” he asked contented.

“Yes,” I said and rocked my hips faster with each thrust. I kissed him, and moaned as I broke the kiss.

“So am I,” he said and kissed my soft spot just behind my ear. That was it, I went over the edge in a second, as Jared squeezed my waist. My body shuddered with pleasure as I rode out my orgasm, feeling Jared going over the edge as well. I fell on his chest hearing his heart racing. Our rapid breaths were in synced as we were both overflown with pleasure.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door and we both flinched at the sound.

Fifteen minutes Jared, Emma’s voice came from the other side of the door, and luckily we were locked inside.

“Well, it’s time we go. I hope you’ll enjoy the show,” Jared said and wiggled his eyebrows.

“I already did,” I said and kissed him one last time before we quickly got up picked our clothes up from the floor and rushed outside.

[inkyleaf]

TG 137: Gains (M2F + RC)

            New semester, new me! Andrew thought to himself as he walked into a small gym tucked in an alley. Tired of being a generic stick figure, he figured it was time to boost his fitness while he was still nearing his prime. I’m gonna look good, feel good, maybe even be popular… Andrew flashed his membership card to the gym’s staff for the first time – the fact that he’d already bought it further motivated him to see his goal through. The man behind the counter nodded in approval.

            As Andrew moved toward a workout room, the counter attendant called out to him. He was Korean, and the way he tried communicating made it clear that he didn’t speak much English. The man fumbled under the desk for a few seconds before pulling out a small plastic bottle, then handed it to Andrew.

            “Thank you,” the man said with a bow. “Thanks,” Andrew replied instinctively, then unscrewed the cap. Smells like protein. This must be a membership’s benefits! he thought, happy that his first day had kicked off to a running start. Andrew took it slow, starting his exercise with a few stretches that led into dumbbell lifting. Due to his lack of stamina, he only lasted ten minutes before getting parched.

            “Phew,” Andrew sighed in satisfaction. He reached for his water bottle, but then wondered if this was the appropriate time to drink the protein. Do I drink this after everything, or in between reps…? He didn’t give it much thought and decided to take a sip of his complimentary drink. “Hnngh…!” Andrew’s tongue seized up, not expecting the shake to taste so bitter. It felt like he was forcing wet sand down his throat as he slowly drank. Once he had enough, he soothed himself with some water, coughing the horrid taste out of his mouth as much as he could.

            After a brief recovery, Andrew looked at himself in the mirror and clenched his fist, feeling energy start to build up in him. “I-I feel pretty great for some reason,” he mumbled, walking over to one of the machines to continue his arm workout. He did reps for 15 minutes before going for another drink of his protein and water, and continued the cycle for over an hour before finally wearing out.             “What a workout,” Andrew panted to himself as he walked home. “Did way better than I thought, and I’m already looking a bit thicker,” he commented, looking at his biceps. They were sore, yet glowed with an aura of improvement. Before he fell asleep later that night, he thought about the free protein shake that he was provided and how it was probably the reason he was able to last so long. Man, hope that wasn’t a one-time deal.

            Andrew hit the gym the next morning, impressing himself with how early he was on his feet. He threw a tank top on – something he almost never wore – and a pair of shorts, eager to begin working on his core. “Hey, do you guys give away more of that protein stuff?” Andrew asked the counter attendant – a different Korean employee. He handed Andrew another bottle with a silent smile and bow.

            Andrew tried to push himself on his first set of reps, but tired out before five minutes passed. “Aagh, damn, so soon,” he huffed, reaching for his protein bottle. After churning some of it down his throat, his energy and stamina gained noticeable improvements like yesterday. This is more like it, he thought after doing two 10-minute reps on a machine to strengthen his legs and core. Afterward, he decided to try a relaxing jog on the treadmill after another sip of protein.

            Man, this is so awesome, Andrew thought as he wiped sweat from his forehead. I’m lookin’ good, I’m feelin’ good, and I’m only gettin’ better. He found himself constantly increasing the treadmill’s speed until he was practically running. It wasn’t long before he was drenched in sweat. O-ow. Andrew flinched as he vigorously dried himself off after his run – his body hair was wiped with his sweat, leaving his face and limbs stinging with sensitive skin. His stomach gurgled as he felt a light erection start to pop. Maybe I just gotta get this outta me, he thought, panting his way to the restroom.

            Andrew’s stomach rumbled again as he sat on a toilet and dropped his pants. “Oooh yeah, break time,” he groaned, holding his dick in one hand. He took one last sip of his protein before putting the bottle down, feeling a pulse in his penis as it slid down his throat. His ass and midriff noticeably tightened as he masturbated, but he assumed it was a natural feeling after all the work he had done. “Aaahh…” he breathed as he climaxed quickly, not wanting to stick around in a public restroom. As he cleaned himself up with toilet paper, he didn’t feel his testicles begin to shrivel.

            Andrew radiated confidence for the rest of the day. Unbeknownst to him, his body had toned much faster than it should have for two days of working out. Girls smiled at him and even other guys seemed impressed with his physique. His body continued to improve even as he slept. By the time he woke up, his skinny body was completely padded with light, yet admirable muscles.

            The moment Andrew opened his eyes the next morning, he was dressed and on his way to the gym before even thinking about using the restroom, wearing another tank top and even shorter shorts. More, more, more,was all he could think when he had realized how fit he’d become. “Can I get some more?” Andrew asked the Korean attendant after receiving his protein. The employee happily gave him another bottle.

            Andrew began his workout with some push-ups and maintained proper form through unsettling cramps that began to plague his lower body. He tried stretching between reps to ease the pain, but didn’t worry too much about it when it proved futile. Feelin’ the burn, feelin’ the burn, he thought until his arms suddenly buckled in the middle of a push-up.

            “Shit, I just started, too,” Andrew said through gritted teeth, laying on his chest. The flesh on his arms began to crawl. He watched in silence as his biceps inflated with more muscle, growing before his own eyes. His fingers twitched as their shapes slenderized. Although it was impossible to tell due to his muscles, his arms were rapidly feminizing.

            Andrew sat up and chugged some protein. He didn’t understand what was happening, but his lust for exercise only grew. The uncomfortable tightening feeling between his legs convinced him that he needed to do more stretching. A warm sensation bubbled in his pelvis as he got in the position to attempt a split. The penis that had withered into a two-inch knob stiffened as his legs spread. Andrew was panting as his body slowly inched toward the ground. He pawed at his groin as his genitals were fully absorbed. By the time he had completed his split, the lack of male organs became obvious.

            “Oh fuck… Aaawh yeah…” Andrew breathed, too hypnotized by his building pleasure to question losing his dick. His eyes darted back and forth, hoping to avoid being spotted as he teased his clit through his shorts. The flesh on his legs rippled as more muscle began to tone them, similar to his beefy arms. His thighs elongated and filled with feminine fat that bolstered his leg muscles, and his feet squirmed in his shoes, compacting to fit dainty ankles.

            Andrew bolted to the restroom as soon as his legs finished reshaping, chugging more protein on the way. With loaded breaths, he almost completely tore his shorts and underwear as he threw them off, revealing his tight, dripping pussy. He slapped it a few times before probing, craving to see how much of a beating it could take. Two fingers slipped in with ease, and the strange initial discomfort Andrew felt as he went for more only made him hornier.

            Within minutes, Andrew was almost able to fist herself. More cramps hit her stomach as new internal organs developed, and her core strengthened into a light six-pack as her waist slimmed. She could barely hear the wet schlicksand schlurps over her breathing. The final wave of muscle growth hit Andrew’s chest while she masturbated. Her pecs were puffed out, hard and firm, but gained softness as more flesh accumulated. Sweat rolled down her nipples as they stretched and grew.

            The muscles surrounding Andrew’s chest were almost as big as the breasts that blossomed over several minutes. The tender things bounced all around, as Andrew didn’t slow down to think about them. Her body writhed as she approached her climax. Her bottom lip trembled as her jaw crunched and rounded with her shrinking chin.

            “Aa-AH!” Andrew shrieked, feeling the bridge of her nose collapse into her face while her cheekbones simultaneously rose, straining her skin. “Ahh, ahh, ahh,” she breathed steadily. She kicked her legs all around the air during her orgasm, but her liveliness began to wane as her transformation neared completion. A light, golden tan filled her pale body during her final hand thrusts, splashing sweat and vaginal fluid all over the floor. Her nipples and pussy tingled, becoming noticeably darker as oriental blood began flowing through Andrew’s body. Her eyelids fluttered open after she wiped the sweat away from them, immediately feeling her small eyelashes bat around her eyes’ new almond shape.

            “W-what happened,” Andrew groaned, laboriously standing up. The weight of her head threw her off balance – she hadn’t noticed that her short blonde hair had blackened and grown down way past her shoulders! She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror – she wasn’t just fit, she was an absolutely ripped Korean woman. Her face was attractive and delicate like any other, but large, sexy muscles billowed around her entire body.

            “Oh my God,” Andrew breathed, noticing her accent. She touched a finger to her face and couldn’t help but laugh at her appearance. “That’s me?” She turned and moved her body, watching her reflection. “Yeah!” she said with a flex. Feeling her own immense strength was almost enough to intoxicate her again. She felt pure power with every step she took, too pleased with the sensation to even care about losing her gender.

            After ten minutes of cleaning herself off and redressing, she stepped back into the gym. Everyone she walked by turned their heads to look, and there was no way she could blame them. “Holy shit, I haven’t seen you before.” “Are you new here?” “Damn girl, you think you can train me?” were among the comments she heard. Flustered by the pressure, Andrew returned home to contemplate her situation, finishing her protein drinks on the way.

            Andrew’s cheerful confidence returned once she had solitude and a cool head. “How did this happen?” she constantly asked herself with a smile. She explored herself and flexed and posed in the mirror for hours, indulging in her insanely unique body. Once she had a mind to go back outside later that evening, she beamed at everyone who took a long look at her.

            Andrew adapted quickly, not hesitating to fill her wardrobe with new clothing that night. She even tossed in a few pieces of makeup, eager to delve into womanhood. She fell asleep from unexpected exhaustion after trying on a couple of clothes. Her addiction to exercise subdued into a newfound passion. She continued to hit the gym early every day, and only took one bottle protein each time. She made new friends and gained many admirers alarmingly fast due to her radical appearance.

            A week later, Andrew, now known as Yu Kyung, visited the gym during the evening one day. Despite loving her new life, frustration had been welling inside of her for several days. She wanted to get stronger instead of simply maintaining her ripped bod.

            “Hey, we’re closing up,” one of the gym employees called – a muscular Korean male. He peered inside the room. Yu was the only one there, preparing to deadlift a barbell in an attempt to surpass her limits. “Hey, you gotta le-” the employee started, cutting himself off when he noticed Yu’s appearance. He cleared his throat, then continued: “We’re closed. You gotta leave.” He walked toward Yu to start putting the weights away.

            “Not yet, c’mon!” Yu protested. “I didn’t get to be here very much today!” “I’m sorry,” the employee began, “Come back tomorrow.” Yu’s and the employee’s eyes darted back and forth from one another. They were both clearly attracted to each other, and Yu had barely considered herself to be warmed up. Starting to remember how she felt during the day of her transformation, she came up with an idea.

            “Hey,” Yu cooed, sidling up to the man. “Let’s do it. Right here. Fuck me as hard as you can,” she purred, tracing her fingers around the man’s bare biceps. “W-what?!” he stammered through a face as red as a brick. Yu’s other hand slid down to the man’s dick. She could feel it rapidly erecting. “Don’t make me beg…” Yu breathed, going in for a slow, passionate kiss. The man began to reciprocate without another word.

            The tight tank tops and shorts were ripped off. Not waiting for the man to take action, Yu shoved him to the ground, then fondled his dick before slowly sitting down on it, whimpering in pleasure and anxiety. Right when she thought she’d gotten used to being a woman, feeling a 7-inch cock throb inside of her sent chills of foreign pleasure up her spine. After ten long, hot minutes of bouncing and swiveling, the man finally took charge and swapped their positions, pinning Yu to the floor.

            Yes…! Yu thought, wanting to have been in this position the whole time. You’d better fuck me hard, she thought, realizing that sex was the workout she had been yearning for, both mentally and physically. Her eyes rolled back as the man took full control, holding her waist as he brutally pumped back and forth. As he leaned forward, he began to choke her with one hand. Yu looked directly into his eyes with an expression of horror, but she was absolutely into it. The panic her brain felt from a lack of oxygen made each thrust twice as impactful.

            The lovers fucked and rolled in their sweat for 20 minutes before the man fully pulled out, ready to burst. Before he could do it on Yu, she quickly rose to her knees and wrapped her lips around his cock. The man couldn’t hold back any longer, and erupted a boatload of cum into Yu’s throat. She almost gagged on the spot, but forced it down as fast as she could. It tasted disgusting, yet made her feel like a champion. This was the ultimate test of endurance she had been building up to.

            After all was said and done, she fell on her back, glowing with accomplishment. “Thank you,” she managed to utter after a few minutes. The man brought in more cleaning supplies to wipe up their mess, but he also couldn’t hide his satisfaction. “I-I’ll see you again, yeah?” he eventually asked. Yu stood up and smiled. “I come here almost every day,” she said. “Oh!” the man exclaimed. “I’m new here, sorry haha… Hey, but I bet I could recommend you to work here. If you come here so often, it’d almost be like getting free money.”

            “I’d like that,” Yu said, feeling thankful. It wasn’t long before she entered a relationship with the man she’d fucked, who had introduced himself as Hoon Kim. They motivated each other and worked out together for hours, six days a week. Exercising with Hoon washed the last of Yu’s self-inflicted frustration away, as he was a fun and reliable partner who was able to keep up with Yu and provide constructive praise and criticism. The Korean bodybuilders were the definition of a power couple, and their appearances and teamwork inspired everyone around them for years to come.

This is a reward for Andrew and was Patron-exclusive for 36 days! Hope you enjoy. :) 

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A major Kentucky soft drink is made from PEOPLE by KyBlu_I_s

Yup. That's what I said. The Kentucky soft drink known as Ale8 is made of people. Liquefied filtered people. And I drink six a day. Have for years. Thousands of Kentucky natives drink this stuff everyday. Thing is, I stopped when I found their " special ingredient". Everyone else, unknowingly continued to drink people. For a while..

It was a cool May morning when I received the email It was from the Kentucky board of Health and Human Services. This is the entire email.

" To the charge of The Kentucky Office of Paranomalies,

Dear sir or ma'am, I write this to you to inform you of an atrocity. The manufacturer of Ale Eight soft drinks has been found to be using people to make their flagship beverage. Not like people make it, like its made OF people. It always has been, but it was only recently discovered.

I was this years poor gopher that was sent to the plant to take quality control and satisfaction samples from each batch in progress. The first test, I thought that I had contaminated the test vial. However when all twenty eight tests showed biologic contamination, I was convinced. I took samples to an I dependant lab and had them analyze the contents. They reported that the samples I gave to them had been made from eighty three percent human DNA, 10 percent ginger and seven percent assorted fruits. I tried to tell my superiors but they refuse to listen. The sickest part is that when I told them, they didn't act surprised. THEY KNEW. They had to have known. They simply told me that they would handle it and that I was to ignore the test results. That's it. Two hours later the office memo said that the beverage company had again passed with 100% quality and safety standard being met. It was also released to the general public that the soft drink was now all natural. How the living hell is human soft drink a natural substance??

Can you please help. Look into it, dig for the answers. Just please help us. God help us, my children used to drink that stuff.

Penny "

That was it. Attached to the email was copies of the test results and the analysts notes. They were truly disturbing. Utterly disgusting. It seems that the company owned by the original founding family was using dehydrated human bodies mixed into their purified water to add a "bracing pep'" to their product. Its been around since the 1800's, and almost certainly has always used human juice as an ingredient.

I called to my team to assemble in the bull pen. When one of my guys walked in holding an Ale 8 I almost chucked. I felt hot bitter bile rising to the back of my throat. I had a hell of a time choking it back. The officer in question was utterly shocked when I yelled at him to stop drinking that shit and pour it out.

" Sir, we all drink it. What's the problem with it now? You were..." I interrupted him to say " Yeah, I drank one last night. But today I know that there's fucking PEOPLE IN THAT SHIT!!!!!!" I yelled the last four words.

The officer first looked like a deer in the headlights, then, thinking it was a prank he started to laugh and take another drink. He stopped laughing when I jerked the glass bottle from his hand and smashed it on the floor. I pulled the email up on the large monitor, and he read it while turning ghostly white. Before he could read too much of it, he ran off. We could hear him throwing up from his quarters.

I told my men that we were going to accept this case and that we were leaving then and now. We hadn't any other choice. Like the email had said, children drink this stuff. Thousands of people drink it everyday. I have to wonder though, how did they mask the taste of us into a pop that tasted so damn good? Huh, I would have to ask them I thought.

We had no fucking clue what to expect, so we loaded for bear. We packed C-4 RDX TNT fifty caliber automatic machine guns, 9mn SMGs hand grenades flash grenades, stun guns dart guns and sedative darts and claymore mines. We were prepared to demolish the entire factory if we had to, and then fake a media release about a recall on the product. See, even if we stopped the plant from making more, millions of bottles and cans were already on shelves across the entire state, and in a few places in other states. I rode in the passenger seat as Keith drove to Winchester. I frantically typed on my lap top trying to word the media release in a manner in which relayed the gravity of the situation, without actually telling everyone they were drinking people.

We arrived at the plant and walked in the visitors entrance. " Hi! Welcome to the Ale Eight Beverage manufacturing facility! How can we help you today?" Chirped an obese red haired desk worker, as we approached. Warm,bright sunlight poured through the glass ceiling of the lobby as I tried to explain to the woman that we were federal employees, and needed to see the president of the company. She nodded and smiled as I talked, and then said " Well, if you gentlemen would just have a seat, I will ring the President and inform him he has visitors. Would you like some complimentary Ale Eights while you wait?"

" No. No thank you." I swear to you we all said it at the exact same time. The chubby red head looked at me, cocked her head towards the small seating area and picked up a phone and began talking in hushed tones. Every few seconds of her talking she would calmly look over at us and continue her conversation. After almost fifteen minutes, she hung the phone up, stood and walked over to us.

" Please, follow me. The president has agreed to a meeting, but its going to be a few minutes. He insists that you gentlemen take a short tour while you wait, so you can see the way we pride ourselves on the quality and taste of Ale Eight. Follow me." She said and waved a chubby hand at us to follow her, as she waddled her double wide ass down the hallway toward the factory floor.

We entered the refrigerated factory and stood there looking around as the woman yammered on about choice ingredients, filtered water, and the secret blend of fruit and special seasonings that have been the same since the first bottle was produced. About how the filters they used removed 100% of everything from the water that they ordered from a special spring in the state. In fact, everything except the ginger was sourced from right here in Kentucky. Home town pride and all!!!!..

We nodded and ohhed and ahhed in all the right places. I asked if it would be possible to zee the blending room.

" Oh, no, I am so so sorry. The blending room is completely off limits. The only people that go in there are the President and the janitors. The president comes in and adds the special fruits and spices that made up the secret portion of the secret family recipe. So, again, no. That's not at all possible." She scoffed as she waddled us towards the mixing room, where the filtered water, ginger caffeine and the secret mix were blended in huge stainless steel vats.

Again, she stopped and talked about the cleanliness if the production process, the quality of everything they used and the secret mix. Like making sure things were clean would make up for the fact that people were being added to the mix.

The tour ended in the bottling room, where assembly lines carried empty bottles, and cans to a machine that would fill, and top each one. One in every fifty cans or bottles was randomly ejected from the line for quality checks and measurements. Chubby said that's his they maintain a 100% perfect product.

My men and I gave a small polite and quiet round of applause to the workers, unsure if they knew what they were doing. We were then lead to the Presidents meeting room, where we were asked to again sit and wait. Fuck, I thought the days of " Hurry up and wait," were behind me when I left the standard tanks of the Services. Wrong. Here we sat, waiting.

"Sir.."

"Sshh!" I then types into my phone and sent a group message saying that we had no idea if the meeting room was bugged for the head sicko to hear what's said. We couldn't risk him knowing we knew. The only thing in our side was the element of surprise.

After fifteen minutes, a tall dark haired man in a black suit and thin wire glasses walked in the room, with a large, obviously fake smile, " Hello gentlemen, I am Mr. Wainscott, The great great grandson of the founder of this wonderful wonderful place. He started mixing Ale Eight in his home, selling it to locals. It took right off and was an instant Kentucky favorite."

His well practiced speech sounded like a damn commercial. It was probably. He told that story to put people at ease, and to make folks forget that they hadn't a clue what was actually in the drink.

We forced small talk for a while, and then it happened. I saw him blink. I don't mean he blinked his eyes vertically, he blinked from side to side. Like some fucking lizard. Well, close any way. When I saw that, I must have jumped or made a face, because he instantly tried to stand up and leave the room. He knew we were close to finding out what he truly was. Of course we had no fucking idea. None at all.

The man was surprisingly strong for somebody of his small stature. I mean, he was five foot eight at the tallest and weighed a hundred forty pounds max. However he was able to nearly lift me off the ground with a single punch to the ribs. I regained my footing, and pulled my right arm back and down as far as I could, preparing to deliver my hardest punch straight to this guys chin. See, what most people fail to understand, is that a good solid punch to the tip of the chin most usually results in a one punch knock out. The shock causes the brain to actually contact the skull and it hurts enough to put you out. However as my fist flew towards this guys chin, he smiles. A shit eating Cheshire cat grin. He opened his mouth and I think he would have bitten my hand off if Keith hadn't tackled him to the ground and subdued him with a healthy blast of a taser to the side of his neck.

The inhuman Mr. Wainscott laid there, unconscious with a spreading puddle of what I thought to be urine. Then I noticed it was carbonated. The thing had expelled ginger ale from his body. I was suddenly very I'll as it started to click together in my mind.

" Cuff and gag him Keith. Then tie him to the rolling chair so we can move him. Jefferies, open that window, go to my Humvee and bring the weapons. Take Haskins with you. One man won't be able to carry all them. Now go, quick."

The two men silently and very proficiently opened the window, climbed over the wall and ran to the Humvee parked about twenty feet away. They had the bags and were coming in the window in less than a minute and a half. Again, silently climbing in the room. We all grabbed our go to, Keith, a heavy ass full auto, a .243 if memory serves, personally, I wanted a bit of stealth, so I quickly spun the silencer onto the barrel of my Sig Sauer 9mm. A few of the guys perfered non lethal rounds, and decided on a shotgun that shot hard rubber balls, used for crowd control and prison riots, and some chose the damnable dart guns, loaded with sedative darts.

I got behind the chair holding the president of the company, held my pistol to the side of his neck, and started walking out. I stopped before going through the large cherry wood stained double doors that led to the hallway.

"Shit. Does anyone know where the phone junction is on the outside of the building? And Haskins, deploy the cellular interruption satellite. Now, we can't have the damn locals fucking this up. We still aren't sure what's going on here."

As Haskins set up a small quad copter drone that would fly to the roof, drop one small black box on each corner and kill cellular service, Keith informed me that he remembered the location of the landline junction, and silently carried his giant frame out the window to cut the lines.

" Keith, copy?" I whispered into the com's.

" Copy, what's up boss? I'm almost there, hold on," I could hear rustling and the sound of hard plastic breaking, followed by " got it. On my way back in".

When Keith was back inside, and Haskins drone had dropped its payload, and they had been activated, we continued out of the meeting room. It suddenly occurred to me that we had no clue where to look, and we couldn't risk anyone actually seeing us and getting away.

" Keith, Haskins, Jefferies, do we have anything that will knock all of the employees out, and allow us to remain awake?"

A second later Keith delivered a startling answer" Well, Gunney, I can do something that will put them out, but they all need to hear my voice, and you guys can't." He pauses, and points up before going on, " look, they have a P.A. system, I just need to get to the damn microphone."

I sent Haskins with Keith, to find the aforementioned PA systems microphone. The rest of us continued to the presidents office. Slowly creeping down the hallways, and making sure we went along, unseen. The office was at the end of the east wing, and we were still in the middle of the south wing. We needed to cover about two hundred feet of hallway and doors with windows, before getting to his office, unnoticed. Difficult, sure. Impossible, hell no.

We only had to subdue one person on the way. A janitor had been leaving the restroom, and caught us so as he turned and took a breath, he was shot in the neck by a sedative laden dart. He tumbled like a brick building, making a loud thud as he hit the floor, already snoring. I drug his body back into the bathroom, propped him on a toilet, closed the stall door, locked it and climbed over and jumped to the floor. We made it the rest of the way unscathed. As we entered his office the unconscious president started to wake up.

I shut the door quietly, and looked up, there was a single speaker in the room, and I shot it with my silenced pistol. Couldn't risk hearing Keith through the ear plugs we always carried. As the president started to struggle, Keith came over the com's with a whisper " Count from thirty backwards and then take the plugs out. I will count to twenty and start. If you hear me you will go out for a while. Go, now"

We obeyed. The president was still fighting his restraints as we all pressed our ear plugs into out ear canals. We counted backwards after counting to twenty, just to be sure that we didn't catch any stray words. I knew it was successful because the president stopped struggling.

A few seconds later we removed our plugs, and I sent a whisper out in the com units, "Keith, Haskins, you all good? Come back?"

" Yeah, were all good Gunney. We should have about four hours before anyone wakes up. We are on the way to the prez's office."

When they finally got to the office we started to dig through the computers, the file cabinets his desk and his briefcase. Nothing. Not a damn thing. It was at that moment that I noticed the marks on the floor of the office. In the middle of the wall was a light semi circle mark, just barely visible on the beige carpet if the office. It was apparent that there was a door hidden in the wall, and we hoped to get a few answers from whatever lay behind it. After not finding an easy way to open it, I make the call. I tell Basking to blow the damn door off with a small charge of C4.

The rest of us exit the office, as Haskins placed the charge and prepared to blow down the while fucking wall if need be. He scurried out of the office, took a knee and stuck his fingers in his ears, and we all followed suit. The explosion was audible , but not what any of us were expecting. We glanced, at one another starting to think maybe Haskins hadn't used enough plastique. Oh, he did. We opened the door, and smoke and dust billowed out in a huge choking cloud. The desk was shattered, the file cabinets busted open and the papers turned to shreds. The carpet, walls and ceiling tiles all smoldered and burned.

" Damn Haskins! Helluva job man. That poor defenseless door never stood a chance!" I said, sending a small wave of nervous laughter through the men. We walked through the new hole in the office wall into a dark room lined with acoustic foam. On one wall of the room, a dozen identical suits hung. Under the hanging suits, silver cans of some unknown pressurized gas sat, looking like shiny silver jet packs straight from a comic book illustration. On the opposite wall, was several rubber masks of the presidents face, each consisting of hair, brows, lashes, neck and even chest hair at the bottom of the neck. Beneath each mask was gloves that looked like makes hands. This wasn't the weirdest thing in there either.

In the far wall, was a medical gurney. On the gurney lay a corpse. Dead and dry, like they had been dehydrated. Almost to the point of turning to dust. Sticking from the poor woman's body were fourteen hoses and lines, each leading to a different silver collection tank. Her cause of death wasn't blatantly obvious. No stab wounds, no bullet holes, nothing. For all we knew the woman was killed by the machinery that drained her fluids.

To say that I was furious would have been a massive understatement. I was seething with an anger that was so string it hurt. I wanted blood. I walked out of the macabre room, and shook the unconscious president.

" Gunney, he won't wake up for you. I have to do it. If you want him awake, let me know."

" I want him the fuck awake Keith, now."

Keith nodded in acknowledgement, and walked to the sleeping man, and whispered something into his ear, and then abruptly slapping the man across the back of the head.

The president woke up and started fighting the cuffs, and tried to scream through his tie that had been shoved into his mouth and taped there with duct tape.

" Shut up fuck face." " The only god damned thing I want from you is answers. " I hissed, as I drug my razor sharp combat blade against the man things throat. " If I feel that you are lying to me, I will cut your fucking head off. You understand me?" Nod. " Good, if I slice your throat and take your head off, will it kill you?" Another nod. " Good. If I take off the gag, will you stay quiet?" Yet another nod.

I cut the tape, and ripped the tie from his mouth. He breathed a large sigh of relief. As I squared down to be at eye level with him. It. Whatever.

" What are you? No, wait. What is your family? I mean, you're not human, right?"

" I, we, are not from this planet. We are from a completely different universe. My father came here three hundred years ago, and I was born here. We live longer than you. I have been here, in this city for one hundred and fifty years. I am the founder of the company."

" That's where you're from. That's not WHAT YOU ARE!" I yell, and press the blade into the skin of his neck, slicing through the rubber, exposing the grey, crêpe skin underneath.

" Okay! You're species calls us the Greys. Originally we lived on a planet named Quanzta we found the earth of the other universe, quite by accident. My Father and his father crashed there as they were taking a vacation. Once they landed, they quickly noticed the atmosphere was hospitable to our type. They called for the others to send ships and family to set up colonies. See, that earth was far, far behind this one. Humans hadn't evolved yet. We took the planet as our own. Then, in an attempt to fix an atmospheric irregularity that we caused, my Father tore a small hole in space time. He and my mother gathered their slaves and servants, and escaped to this place. When they arrived they noticed that Humans were the prevalent species. We found ways to assimilate. Then, we found that something in your DNA was like a drug to us. It gives us a pleasant buzz, almost like what you feel from..what is it...pot."

I listened intently to his story, and shuddered and seethed with rage as he talked about how they accidentally discovered the fact while they dined. They fucking ate us. Then, when people became more civilized, they needed a way to continue getting high without anyone noticing. Slowly Wainscott worked his formula til it was perfect. The added human DNA would give his species a killer high, and be undetectable to us.

" How many of your kind is here Wainscott?"

" Well, see...I don't really know. When my family came here, they released their servants and slaves, and we all started to reproduce, like what you say bunnies. Would you please take thus face off if me now?"

I did. I had to admit I was curious as to what they really looked like. I was surprised at how he did look, but not because he was so fugly or whatever. They looked a lot like us, except their skin was ever so slightly scaly and grainy. He had a nose, small and puggish, not like ours. His eyes, large almond shaped black holes in his skin, with lids that shut from side to side. Internal eye lids. No lids on his face, just the internal ones. Freaky. Sharpened teeth protruded from his mouth, and a forked tongue flicked out like a snake eating a fucking bug.

" Thank you. Those things are like wearing a plastic bag on my head. We all wear them. Hell, we make them from our molted skin. The hair comes from barber shops, and salons. Now, why are you here? What have I done to garner your wrath in such a manner?"

" Dude, y'all fucking not only drank human beings, you fucking made it so that thousands of people drank the same thing. You sick fucks fed us to each other. I can not allow that to happen. Its going to stop, and now..."

" But wait, if my kind doesn't get the buzz they're looking for they'll start to kill humans for pleasure. It will get us all exterminated! You can't do this! Stop!!"

" That's fine, I will kill all if you I see."

" No, please wait, I can pa..."

His words cut short, as I slit his throat deep enough to expose the equivalent to a human spinal cord. His heart continued to pump, spurting thick green ooze that served as blood for them. It slowly started to pump less, and less, the spurts getting smaller and smaller. Then it stopped all together.

" Listen up men, his body goes to the mix room, and from there we set triggers to blow the entire place to the ground. No inhuman survivors. If you cut the neck just a tiny bit, the alien won't bleed. So check all of the workers. The ones that are human, load into a truck trailer on the docks, and pull the truck to the end of the parking lot. I gotta send the media release, sighting a contamination that got through, allowing for human waste to enter the final product before being bottled. Nobody will want to drink that. Y'all go, check for humans, evacuate them, Keith and I will place the charges."

The rest of the men ran out, two dragging the dead alien into the mixing room, as Keith and I began to set the RDX and C4 charges in strategic locations throughout the plant, insuring it would every bit be destroyed. I made a calm to SecNav, to set it up for the local fire and police departments to rule the explosion an accident, and to be sure that the company couldn't be started back.

" You know, Keith, I didn't ask if it had children or a wife...I wonder what's going to come out of the wood work after us for this?"

" Don't know, don't care Gunney. Let em come"

We quickly placed the charges, and gathered beside the rig filled with the human workers. I turned to the crew, and asked " How many were alien guys?"

After being assured all of the workers, minus the chubby redhead were human, I called for clear and hit the detonator button, causing the large factory to implode on itself in a glorious and terrifying manor.

As the police were arriving, firetrucks following, we were pulling onto the free way, heading back to the office. As we drove away, an empty glass bottle rolled out from under the seat. An ale eight bottle. It hadn't been there when we arrived...

" Keith, what the..."that's when my world went black, I was able to hear the sirens for a second, then nothing

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As a Human

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: Your pet rabbit suddenly becomes human. What the hell??? How did this happen? And who are these strange men breaking into your home rummaging through your things and holding a gun to your rabbit- human? You didn’t even know anymore!

Warnings: Strong language might be present, that’s about it.

Part 1

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“Oh, mom, you sassy little thing, you.”

You start rubbing him, just they way he likes it. This was your rabbit. His name is Momiji, named after the character from Fruits Basket. He’s a mini rex breed of rabbit with black fur. He shoved his head under your hand, waiting for you to start rubbing him. Don’t ask why you call him Mother. You didn’t know, and neither did the author. It just has a nice ring to it. After a few minutes of his precious head rubs, you pick him up, much to his dismay.

“Awe c’mon, be a good boy for mommy.”

He hates being held. Especially by anyone other than you. You bring him over to his cage and put him inside. His water bottle is running low. Should probably go fill that up. Grabbing the bottle hanging from the side of the cage, you walked over to the kitchen sink. You then turned the sink on and waited for it to get to a good temperature. Just as you’re about to put the bottle under the faucet, the water suddenly turns almost like a black sparkly color,

“The hell-?”

Okay, maybe not. You turn it off and wait a few seconds. What was that? You inch your hand back toward the sink handle and turn it on. Nothing. Just shake it off, Y/N. It was probably nothing. You put the bottle back under the faucet and fill it to the top. After that, you bring the bottle over to your rabbit’s cage. Though you did inspect it several times before giving it to Momiji, it seemed to be normal. That had to be your imagination… right?

Right as you latched the bottle to the cage, your phone buzzed on the side table next to the couch.  You make your way over to your phone and read the message that you received. It was from your friend April.

‘Hey! Come to the bar tonight with me and Clara”

You let out a sigh. Drinking really wasn’t your thing, and April knew this. She wanted you there so that they could get wasted and you could drive them home and basically be the mother hen the entire night. As much as you wanted to say no, you knew your friends wouldn’t go looking for another chaperone and end up with some dick or make choices they would regret.

Wow, they sound like terrible friends, don’t they? They really aren’t though. Only when they go drinking and partying. Letting one fore tired sigh escape your lips, you reply saying that you’ll be at April’s house in about 10 minutes. Grabbing your purse with your wallet, phone and keys, you kiss Momiji goodbye, and leave your nice and cozy home to go be the best damn friend in the entire world.

______

You arrived at April’s to find that Clara was already there. One less trip! The catch though was that they were far from ready to go. So for the next hour or two, you sat there waiting for them to be finished and having to listen to them going off at you for not getting all dolled up. I mean, why should you? This wasn’t something for you, it was for these two friends of yours. The just wouldn’t stop though, and they kept going on and on about how you should, “at least put on some eyeliner” or “just a touch of lipstick.”

You were already done with this night, and it hadn’t even begun yet.

When you got to the bar, you were grateful that it was almost empty. Just another group of girls in the back, a group of guys trying to get it on with the group of girls, and two men sitting at the bar. Clara ran up to the bar and asked for three firebombs while you and april grabbed a booth. When Clara got back to the booth, she gave you and April each a firebomb. They downed their insanely strong drinks as they then looked at you expectantly.

You rolled your eyes and downed it. They both cheered. When they went to get more drinks, you spit the bitter liquid back into the class. And tried to hide it to make it seem like you had actually drank it. When they got back, they were carrying three more. Without wasting a second, they consumed the drink. At that moment, two men walked in. The only word that came to mind when you saw them was ‘Douchey.’

They waltzed their way over to you three. They probably had common names such as John and Chris.

“Hello there, ladies.”

You deemed douche number 1 Chris

“Can we help you to some drinks?”

You deemed douche number 2 John. April only giggled leaving Clara to answer to the douche patrol. You knew where this was going. Douche patrol was interested in Clara and April. There was no third guy left for you. You were now the third wheel. Well- fifth. Rolling your eyes and letting the hundredth sigh leave your lips, you get up from the booth and walk over to the bar. You sat on a stool leaving three seats between the two men that were already there. Once seated, you let out yet another sigh as you plop your head down on the counter. You were already done.

“They say when you sigh, the happiness escapes.”

You look up at the sudden voice. It was the bartender. Letting out a puff of laughter, you nod and respond,

“They’ed be right.”

He let out a light chuckle before asking,

“Can I get you anything?”

“Just a glass of water, please.”

He nodded with a smile, and went to go grab your drink. While waiting, you couldn’t help but overhear the conversation going on three or four seats away from you.

“What will it take to convince you there’s no case here? Do I need to get you drunk? I will get your drunk if I have to.”

It was a low and gruff voice. You tried not to look, trying to be polite.

“I don’t know man, I mean- it all just seems… strange.”

This was a softer voice.

“Yeah, but not our kind of strange. C’mon, I’ll get you another beer.”

The bartender came back with your water and placed it in front of you. You thanked him and grabbed it. Just as you’re about to bring it to your lips, you quickly placed it back down on the counter before squealing,

“Oh my god!”

The bartender scurries back over to you and asks,

“What’s wrong, doll?”

You ignored the name due to the fact that your water wasn’t water. It was the same stuff that came out of the faucet in your kitchen.

“What is this?!”

He looked at you, confusion evident on his face. He responded,

“Water, ma’am.”

You shook your head, eyes never leaving the glass of “water”

“That- That is not water!”

“What are you talking about, of course it’s water.”

Your eyes left the glass and met the bartender’s.

““What do I-” What do you mean, “What do I mean?” This shit isn’t water! Water isn’t black! Just look at it-”

You shifted your eyes back to the glass of water, but it was…. just regular water? Crystal clear liquid. No longer the black, misty and glittery stuff you had seen. You placed your hands on your head as you let a puff of air out of your lungs. With wide eyes, you looked back up at the bartender and quickly apologized,

“I-... I’m so sorry. I think I’m going crazy or something. The same thing happened to me at home earlier.”

You let out a huff of laughter, trying, yet failing to ease the mood. He just gave you a strange look before going to tend to the two men sitting at the bar. You grab the glass of water and inspect it. There was no way you were going to drink that. Something was wrong, but you didn’t know what. You placed the glass back onto the counter and slid it away from you. Resting your elbows in the counter, you hold your head in your hands and let out a sigh… again.

“Excuse me, ma’am.”

You look up from your sulking to be met with a pair of green eyes.

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27 Doctors And Nurses Describe The Exact Moment They Realized Their Patient Was An Idiot

1. Put collard greens into her vagina

I had a patient that got a pretty nasty infection and became septic after putting collard greens in her vagina for several days because she thought it would induce an abortion.

2. Thought she had menopause

Not a Doctor, but EMT.

Had a woman who was in active labor, despite insisting she couldn’t be pregnant. She said her last period was “like ten months ago” so she’d gone through menopause.

She was 25.

3. I don’t have diabetes…

“I don’t have diabetes, I take medicine for that.” – happens so often I cant put a face to that quote.

4. The oatmeal lady

A woman comes in after having a baby and tells us she’s having trouble breastfeeding. I book her an appointment at a breastfeeding clinic, give her some resources, etc. Her appointment was fine and she went on her merry way. A few weeks later, we get the fax that she went to the breastfeeding clinic and everything was fine. Awesome.

A year later she shows up for her doctor’s appointment, and she’s obese. She must have put 100lbs on an already obese frame. She’s developed many health problems related to her weight (that she refuses to acknowledge are due to her weight. Of course.) She tells us she’s never been more active after having a kid, her diet hasn’t changed, her work life hasn’t changed, nothing has changed, the weight gain just happened due to ~hormones. We ask if she’s breastfeeding, she says yes. We ask how she’s getting the extra calories for the breastfeeding, and she tells us the Clinic told her to eat 1-2 bowls of plain oatmeal a day. It worked, so she’s still doing it.

We figure this is how she gained so much weight (she’s probably eating 2 large bowls of oatmeal on top of her meals, with milk, sugar, butter, etc), but the woman she’s eating 1-2 packets of plain oatmeal a day. Nothing on it, nothing added to it. It says plain on the package, it tastes plain, it’s plain.

We send the doctor in to see her after briefing him on the whole story about the oatmeal. He’s in the room with her a time — much longer than normal. When she comes out of the room, she keeps her head down and walks off, looking angry and embarrassed. The doctor walks up to the nursing table and fills out the chart.

“You never asked what of oatmeal she’s eating”.

Yeah. Turns out she didn’t know plain rolled oats were a thing. She thought the breastfeeding clinic meant plain oatmeal . She was eating an entire of Dad’s oatmeal cookies every single day for a year (basically a ‘bowl or two’ filled with cookies), and could not understand how that was different from oatmeal.

5. She was expecting to lose weight on this diet?

Had a patient who was coming back post lap band for a check up. What we usually do is revise the patient’s weight, etc and ‘tighten’ the band or ‘loosen’ it as needed.

Now the thing to remember is that getting lap band isn’t as easy as just throwing down some money. For six months, the patient must meet with a psychiatrist and a dietitian to understand what they’re getting into and if they can adjust their lifestyles and commit. A goal weight loss target (ex: lose ten pounds) is usually set for the end of the six months to ensure the patient is serious. So after all of this rigorous evaluation, a patient is deemed fit for an operation.

Enter my patient ‘Sylvia’. I checked her chart, BMI before surgery was 40, she was morbidly obese, and now had come in for her first follow up to ascertain if she’d lost any weight. Well, I put her on the scale, calculate, and what do I see? Her BMI was now 45. Perplexed, I asked her to explain her diet to me.

Sylvia- Well I’ve been doing a liquid diet just like you all said

Me- Very good! Can you maybe what you have?

Sylvia- I make smoothies and have them whenever I feel hungry.

Me- So what do you put in your smoothies?

Sylvia- Cake and ice cream.

Me- …..

Yup. She was serious. Somehow it didn’t occur to her that this wouldn’t be healthy. We reversed her band.

6. What was she feeding her baby?

A woman came in for a baby check with her 6-month-old and she had what looked like chocolate milk in the babys bottle. So he started explaining to her as kindly as he could that she shouldnt be giving her baby chocolate milk. At which point she interrupts him and says, “Oh that isnt chocolate milk. Its coffee! He just loves it!

7. Actually, she wasn’t dying at all

An older lady was brought into the ER barely conscious by her husband. In a very thick Italian accent she told the doctor she was dying. She had complained of feeling tingly and having a dry mouth prior to passing out.

The doctor sat the husband down and they did a history. No serious medical problems and she was very fit. In fact she spent the morning cleaning her sons bar, as she often did on a Sunday morning.

Considering her age they took these symptoms very seriously and begun running tests to find the source of her ailments.

The son came in to visit his mother, and on the way he bypassed his bar. He noticed that his mother had helped herself to some of the ‘treats’ prepared the night before.

The son, the apple of his parents eye, had to then explain to his father and the doctor that the treats she had enjoyed were space cakes. And apparently she really enjoyed them as she ate quite a few.

They then had to sit down and tell this elderly lady that she was not dying, and that she was in fact stoned!

Fortunately she was still high enough to see the humour.

8. Her son had a “skull fracture”

A secretary buzzes back to me that there’s a call on line two that needs medical advice. I pick it up and one of our patient’s mother is on the phone having a panic attack. She is hyperventilating into the phone. I asked her if she was alright, thinking maybe she needed an ambulance, and through her breaths and now tears, she starts telling me that she thinks her four year old son has a skull fracture.

I ask if he fell. No.

I ask if he’s conscious. Yes.

I ask if he’s breathing. Yes.

I ask if he is bleeding from his ears, eyes, nose, mouth, scalp. No.

I ask if there is any visible wound. No.

I ask why she thinks he fractured his skull. Because underneath his eyes is red and puffy and Google says that’s a skull fracture.

I tell her to go to the ER for proper assessment (we don’t do MRIs, X-rays, CT Scans). She doesn’t want to. She says she was supposed to take her kids to the beach. Mind you, she is still crying and breathing heavy at this point. I tell her to come right over then but warned her we would probably have to send her to the ER.

She shows up 15 minutes later, cradling the child and crying. The little boy was crying too and screaming “I don’t want to die Mommy!” She kept hushing him and saying “Mommy loves her strong boy, no matter what!” Which only made him cry harder.

I pull her back into the room and she just dissolves as she tells me how she looked at him in horror this morning and saw the guarantee signs of a skull fracture. She swears he must have hit his head yesterday at swim practice.

The little boy is crying hard but I can see the noticeable swelling and pinkness under the eyes that she was referring too. I went to get another doctor and told her what I thought. She went in, came out about ten minutes later shaking her head. She had the same diagnosis.

You know when you wipe your eyes after swimming, you usually wipe under your eye too? The kid must have wiped off his sunscreen around his eyes the day before. All the pinkness and puffiness was from a mild sunburn under his eyes.

9. People who go to the vet are stupid too

I don’t have to deal with people patients, but I helped out a vet for a while and there’s a lot of dumb pet owners. Had one lady who was really concerned about her obese lab getting hiccups. The vet let her know the dog was overweight and she told him he was wrong and then insisted we do diagnostic tests to “figure out” the hiccups.

10. He totally does this to himself

I don’t like speaking ill of my patients mainly because I think we all neglect our health to a certain extent volitionally, and that can be viewed as “dumb”.

But the winner is Aristotle*. Aristotle is a 35 year old highly functional corporate lawyer. Aristotle has G6PD deficiency and (in his case) he develops mild hemolysis when exposed to certain foods, including fava beans. Every year for his birthday, Aristotle goes to the fancy Greek restaurant and gets gigandes plaki, his favourite dish. Every year he develops mild hemolysis with mild jaundice and dark urine. Every year he comes to see me, his gastroenterologist, urgently and without an appointment on the day after his birthday — bull-in-china-shopping my clinic, yelling at the secretary and other patients if he could be seen first. Every year he repeats his highly anxious concerns that his liver is screwed up because he’s mildly jaundiced and has dark urine. Every year I tell him it’s from the gigandes plaki. Every year he resolves never to eat it again and is fine for the rest of the year on his G6PD diet.

And every year on his birthday, he forgets. And then the cycle continues.

11. Cure us with ur mind plz

A lot of patients come to the hospital because they are “sick” but refuse to do any tests or take any medicine. Do people expect healthcare workers to do a ritual dance and chant around them and magically heal their illnesses?

12. But seriously

Patient: “Well do I really NEED the chest x-ray and EKG?”

Me: “Well you came here for a cough and chest pain soooo…”

P: “Yes but do I NEED them?”

Me: (thinking) WHY THE FUCK DID YOU COME HERE?!

13. She drank acidic water (but said it wasn’t acidic!)

Dentist here. In school I had a 70yr old pt who was still in the dating game and looked like that old lady who just died who played the Jeanie. (I was thinking of Joan Rivers)

She’s got a ton of acid erosion on her teeth. Tells me she drinks on “3-O” water. Didn’t know what was in it. We look it up on Google. That’d be a pH of 3. All of her water. Plus, she likes to put lemons in her water. I tell her this is also acidic. She tells me I’m wrong, because her friend who took a few nutrition classes said that as soon as the lemon juice gets into the body, it turns basic.

I told her I had a biochemistry degree… And that was wrong.

Also, her blood pressure is super high every visit. She tells me that she stopped takin her BP Meds because she thought they were unhealthy. I tell her that he method is not working at all.

A few weeks later, she strokes out and never gets out of a wheel chair again.

I’m friends w/ her on Facebook now. It’s just sad.

14. Greasy hair = diabetes???

Was translating at a medical clinic once. A father brought in his 20-year old son convinced he had early signs of diabetes since his hair was greasy. After convincing the doctor that’s what he was actually there for, we told him to go take a shower and try different shampoo its sad how little some people know about diabetes

15. Wait, which hole is it?

Nurse here.

Recently had a patients wife claim to be a retired nurse. While we were teaching her how to do an in and out catheter on her husband, she asked which hole the pee came out of and which hole the semen came out of.

16. Use the crystals instead

I’m a medical student but the number of patients I’ve seen who refuse to take medicine because they ‘don’t want chemicals’ inside them is staggering

17. Why do the good die young?

I had a woman call 911 once for a body who was supposedly murdered underneath a railroad bridge during a massive music festival. When we got there, it ended being a log with a jacket thrown over it, and a very drunk woman sobbing over said log.

18. She doesn’t want a “child’s disease”

Patient came in with a rash around her mouth; she was going on about how she had it 14 years ago and the dermatologist prescribed a certain antibiotic to cure it and diagnosed her with “perioral dermatitis.” She’s showing us pictures on Google. Okay.

Doctor diagnoses her with impetigo and prescribes her an antibiotic ointment. She leaves and fills the prescription and comes back flipping her shit. She googled impetigo and, with the help of WebMD, came to the conclusion that it was a children’s disorder on the arms and legs that can only be contracted from children and she wasn’t around children. Insists that what she believes she has (perioral dermatitis) is a “woman’s disorder” and she doesn’t have this “children’s disease”. Says that the antibiotic he prescribed isn’t on the list of treatments (thanks WebMD). (It’s on the top of the list actually, of you know, actual medical books, but whatever)

Whole time, she’s showing us these pics off google of “perioral dermatitis” saying it’s a woman’s disorder. Half the pictures were of men. Now one thing you should know, perioral dermatitis means rash around the mouth. That’s it. It doesn’t mean shit. It’s not a type of rash. It’s not only cured by a specific antibiotic. It’s just a rash that happens to be around the mouth. She was furious, shaking with rage and about to start throwing shit bc the doctor wouldn’t prescribe her this certain antibiotic. Doctor told us to call the cops if she came back. People are crazy.

19. He was stung by a bee and fine

I’m a student and my GP supervisor was involved in a scheme to reduce A&E waiting times by having a GP in A&E to take patients that weren’t actually in an accident or an emergency. As none of the patients were actually dangerously ill I was basically doing the consultations with the doctor supervising, double checking and signing prescriptions etc.

A guy in his late 20s walks in, looking very healthy, and sits down. “I was stung by a bee this morning”. “Where?” “On my cheek” “How long ago was this?” “Well it took me about half an hour to get here and then I’ve been waiting another three and a half hours” “Did it stop you swallowing or breathing?” “No.” “Are you allergic?” “No.” “What would you like us to do?” “Check I’m OK.”…

At this point I turn around to my supervisor attempting to say WTF do I do here? He says “You’re OK, go home.”

It was the most surreal consultation I’ve ever had.

20. That’s not how glasses work

Not a doctor but my dad is an opthamologist (eye doctor). He once told me that one of his patients came in utterly confused why the “medicine in his glasses no work anymore.”

21. Couldn’t feel the tiny tip of her pinkie

When I worked in a&e, had a patient with the complaint of “neurology” in minors. She tells me she cant feel the tip of her pinkie. A vague 0.2cmx0.2cm patch right at the top. No sensation there whatsoever. No other history or symptoms. I grabbed a needle, poked it and cured her.

22. What the actual fuck

I had a woman who refused to be discharged as she “couldn’t keep any food or drink down”. Her room was filled to the brink with sweets crisps and fizzy drinks.

I asked her to show me the vomit. She produced a sick bowl she had filled with spit. I pH tested this in front of her (contents of stomach are acidic). Of course pH was normal. She then stuck her fingers down her throat and physically forced herself to repeatedly gag and vomit. In front of me.

Next day I returned and said she had blood in her urine. She’d filled a sample pot with red juice. It literally smelled of fruit.

Boss discharged her that afternoon. She was back within a week I think

23. She wouldn’t turn off her zombie movies

Another patient was in the hospital to have her 9th baby and then give it up for adoption (she was 9 for 9 on adopting out babies). She was 34, had a BMI of 65, no teeth, a creepy partner (I think it was a feeding fetish type relationship) and NO pain tolerance. I was asked to do an epidural. As I’m going through the consent, she’s distracted by some zombie pseudo-documentary that she refused to turn off. She had brought the entire DVD set to watch during labor. At the end of the consent process, I asked if she had any questions.

She just wanted to know “when can I go smoke a cigarette?” I told her after the baby was out she could do whatever she wanted. The adoptive parents, who already had a few of her offspring, were there the ENTIRE time. I had to forcefully ask them to leave for the sterile epidural placement, which was remarkably easy given her size but a little more challenging given the distracting zombie show that she REFUSED to let us turn off. Baby slid out about 30 minutes later, and she was discharged before the end of the day. I think the OBs at least managed to get an IUD into her.

24. But will he still be a virgin?

I had a patient’s mom ask me if putting a catheter in her 6 year old son would break his hymen and would he still be a virgin.

Being a virgin was important to them because of religious reasons.

25. You can’t cure stupid

One was a lady wanting to know if our clinic would do a “virginity test” on her because her PCP told her they don’t do that. It took me way too long to explain it’s not a real thing.

Another lady needed to get tested for STDs, not weird, but she said she needed us to send the results to her prospective employer? Uh why?? We told her we wouldn’t do that but she could come get a copy of her results and do whatever she wanted with it. She does but comes back later the same day and says we gave her the wrong test results. We double check, nope, those are def her test results. Trying to sort this out with her, I asked her why her employers would want an STD test anyway. She says, they said it’s to make sure I don’t have “tubulars.”

Then it dawned on me. She meant Tuberculosis. She needed a TB test, not an STD test. She gets angry and yells that we’re just trying to trick her into taking more tests to charge her more and then stormed out…

26. “One more for the road”

This happened to a friend of mine when he was in training to become a paramedic. He was on a ride along, basically, and they had received a call where a woman fell down the stairs. They get to the address and knock on the door. The woman who called was inside folding clothes. Apparently she had been drinking on her medication. Twisted her ankle and called for an ambulance. So they asked her if she wanted to go to the hospital. She’s says yes, then proceeds to the fridge to pour “one more for the road.”

27. I told him to not do cocaine

Doc here. I had a guy with an ICD in place. For those who don’t know, it basically shocks your heart if it goes into a funny rhythm.

He would regularly come into the hospital to have it turned off because he would do a ton of cocaine and the thing would keep firing due to his high heart rate.

I told him not to do cocaine. He kept doing cocaine.

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