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Irish Coffee Chapter One

Title: Mocha, Extra Sugar

Chapter Rating/Warnings: T for profanity, no other warnings

Word Count: 2.8K

Summary: They meet over coffee and Kierkegaard. There was a spark in his honey-brown eyes that drew her to him. There was a sadness behind her bright smile that drew him to her. Spencer Reid/Original Female Character. Slow burn coffee shop meet. Strangers to friends to lovers. This fic is also available on AO3, it’s ahead of tumblr currently!

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“A 'first meeting' is, by definition, a one-time opportunity, and there's no going back.”

Cup, counter, look up, smile, call out drink, next customer.

“One cafe latte!”

I looked up with a bright smile even though my feet were aching in my non-slip shoes. Thankfully it was near the end of the afternoon rush, and I should be able to go on break after finishing with the last customer in line.

The businessman in front of me hadn’t stopped talking on his bluetooth the entire time he was here, which made it annoyingly difficult to take his order. Without looking, he grabbed at his coffee. His hand glanced off the cup and I watched it topple in slow motion. The lid flew off and hot coffee sprayed over the whole counter.

Both the businessman and I jumped back, avoiding the scalding liquid.

“Ah, shit — one second Dave,” the man scowled. “What the hell?”

I fixed a smile on my face.

“I’m so sorry about that, sir, let me make you another.”

“No, no,” he looked at his watch and his scowl deepened. “Forget about it. I won’t be coming back!”

Oh no, whatever will we do without your business, I thought sarcastically, maintaining a perfectly happy expression.

With that he turned and hurried out the door, jostling the man waiting behind him. I crouched to grab a towel and somewhere above me he said something, but the words blended with the music floating through the shop.

“What did you say?” I asked as I looked up, hoping I’d be able to discern what he said. I couldn’t help but smile as my breath caught in my throat. The man standing at my counter must not have been too much older than me. His hair was long enough to brush past the nape of his neck but he had the soft brown curls tucked neatly behind his ears. He flicked his tongue over his bottom lip and gave me a small smile that didn’t reach his eyes. He wore a cardigan over a dress shirt and tie, and a brown crossbody bag gave his hands something to fiddle with.

“Ah, I just said he wasn’t having a very good day,” he said, blinking a few times as his eyes slipped over the counter. He seemed to notice everything at once, and I hoped he didn’t think anything of the way my gaze flicked to his lips as he spoke before I met his eyes again. He had a cute cupid’s bow, and as someone who sees a lot of lips I feel qualified in saying they were nice lips.

I used the counter to help me to my feet and began to mop up the coffee.

“Apparently not,” I said, taking care to not accidentally push any coffee towards the customer. “Sorry about that, what can I get you, sir?”

I paused and looked up while he spoke, leaning on my lip reading as the music muddied his voice. “A large mocha please,” he said, shifting a little as if he were nervous. “And could you stir some extra sugar into it while it’s hot? The, uh, the extra heat helps the sugar dissolve so there’s no little granules at the bottom.”

Huh, I didn’t know that.

“Sure thing, sugar,” I replied with a bright smile, happy to learn something new and relieved to have a pleasant customer after an hour of government drones rushing in and out as fast as possible. I turned and began the drink, glancing back as I waited for the milk to heat. The man had ducked his head, reading a slim book while he waited. His free finger ran down the page and he muttered to himself as he flipped page after page.

He probably read a whole chapter in the time it took me to make his drink!

I couldn’t help but let my admiration show a little as I set said drink in front of him.

“One mocha, extra sugar,” I said as he looked up. I leaned my elbows on the counter.

“Whatchya reading?”

He blinked a few times, glancing down at the book as if he had forgotten he was holding it.

“Oh, uh, it’s Sygdommen til Døden, it’s a book of Christian existentialism by Søren Kierkegaard. It presents the question that death isn’t the end, and true death is spiritual, not physical,” he rattled off in an instant. I stumbled over a few of the foreign words, but I was able to put the sentence together with context.

The man stopped speaking just as quickly, a light pink spreading over his cheeks as he ducked his head. Leaning over the counter, I stole a peek at the pages he had been tearing through.

“Kierkegaard, in the original Danish too! Impressive,” I said, returning to my side of the counter. “Are you a philosophy student?”

He nodded, almost unsurely. “Yeah, I’m working on my BA now.”

I grinned at him. A fellow academic, I could appreciate a kindred spirit.

“I haven’t made it to Kierkegaard yet,” I admitted, shrugging one shoulder. “Still working through Plato and Hegel.”

He seemed to perk up a little, eyes sparkling. “They’re good!” he exclaimed. “Hegel’s theory of dialectics strongly influenced the work of Karl Marx. Because Hegel claimed that reality should be examined by a series of logical and rational arguments, Marx created the theory we now know as historical materialism,” he caught himself and the pink on his cheeks deepend to red. “...sorry, I ramble sometimes. Are you a philosophy student as well...” he glanced at the nametag pinned to my apron, “Katie?”

I pursed my lips in what I hoped passed for a smile and not a pained grimace, avoiding his eyes to wipe a few stray drops of coffee away. This man’s gaze made me feel like he could see everything about me with just a glance, but it helped that his soft brown eyes held no malice that I could see. That and the fact that he seemed more nervous around me than anything.

“Nope!” I forced some cheerfulness into my voice. “Not yet, at least.”

He opened his mouth a little, as if he was about to reply, when his attention was suddenly drawn away. Shifting his book he pulled a phone out of his pocket, flipped it up, and answered.

“Reid,” he said. I turned the name around in my mind. I wondered how he spelled it, ei or ee.

He pinned the phone between his shoulder and ear, stuffing Sygdommen til Døden into his bag and picking up his coffee.

Sorry he mouthed to me, and he did look apologetic. Hoping he knew not to worry about it I gave him a big smile and watched as he hurried out the door, returning the phone to his hand and striding off down the sidewalk. I let out a wistful sigh and grabbed a cleaning spray and paper towels to go over the counter again. If only everyone who came through this coffee shop’s doors was as interesting and pleasant as that Reid.

And as easy on the eyes, I thought, biting my lip to hold back a girlish giggle.

I glanced up at the clock on the wall opposite the counter. Just a few more hours until closing, then a quick bus ride to the diner. Everyone in the cafe was taken care of, so I gave myself a few minutes to get off my feet.

Pulling my phone out of my apron pocket I opened my bank account.

Starting to pull ahead, I thought with a tired relief. I wouldn’t be quitting any time soon, but my savings account was finally starting to look a little healthier. I closed out of the app and stared at my background.

It was a picture of my mother and I. I couldn’t have been older than 6 or 7, and I was wearing the biggest smile a little kid could manage. My mother was holding my hand, her smile matching mine. Behind us rose the stairs and columns of the National Gallery in London. I traced my mother’s face for a moment, then shut my phone off and slipped it back into my pocket.

The hands of the clock moved slowly for the rest of my shift. People drifted in and out, none staying longer than a few moments. The sun fell behind DC’s towering skyline, and as the sunlight disappeared it felt like my energy went with it. By the time the last customer waved goodbye and I wiped the last table down the room was swaying around me. I glanced at my watch.

Ten hours since breakfast, medication is beginning to wear off.

I slid out a seat and took a few deep breaths. My stomach wasn’t pleased but it settled after a minute off my feet. Once the room was steady again I stood and finished closing the shop. As the lock clicked into place behind me I felt a wave of exhaustion wash over me. It felt like being battered by ocean waves.

My feet carried me to the street corner and I slumped against the sign indicating the bus stop.

I don’t know how much longer I can keep doing this, I thought, stifling a yawn.

The bus pulled up and stopped with a screech of brakes that instantly had me clinging to the signpost in pain. The cold, dirty metal cutting into my hand had nothing on the high-pitched scream that bounced around my head, multiplying and hitting the inside of my skull harder and harder. Biting my tongue to stop from crying out, I pushed off the sign and stumbled onto the bus. Over the ringing in my ears I heard a muffled voice saying something. It was as if the voice was speaking to me underwater.

“I-I’m sorry…” I stuttered, forcing myself to breathe. Hands shaking, I fumbled through my bag and pulled out my wallet, finding my bus card. I shoved it in the direction of the driver, who only gave it a cursory glance and waved it away.

“--- --- --kay?”

I squeezed my eyes shut and took a few more deep breaths, the painful ringing dying down to an aching headache, and looked up at the driver. Somehow I had ended up slumped on the floor by the door. The old bus driver was leaning over me, concern etched in the deep wrinkles across his face.

“Sorry, I’m sorry, Connie,” I said, tripping over myself to apologize and get up off the filthy floor.

“Hey, that’s alright Katie,” he replied kindly, offering me a hand which I gratefully accepted. “You gonna be okay?”

“Yeah.” I sighed deeply, brushing my hands off on my jeans. “It was-”

“The breaks, right?”

“Yup.” I popped my ‘p’, shaking my head sadly as I returned my bus card to my wallet. “Still figuring out how to manage it all.”

“You’ll get there,” he replied, setting a comforting hand on my shoulder. I gave him a weak smile and moved to a seat while he closed the door and released the breaks, pulling out into the road. There weren’t many people on the bus, all the commuters had gone home already in an attempt to beat the very traffic they created. The only people left in DC as stars began to blink to life in the sky were those who called the city home.

As the bus rumbled away around me I let myself slump into the seat, chin dropping to my chest and eyelids closing. Before I knew it I had slipped into a shallow sleep.

—

A gentle hand pushing my shoulder roused me and I started awake to see Connie’s face once again.

“Hey kiddo, you fell asleep,” he said. I stretched out my cramped muscles.

“Thanks for waking me up,” I replied. “I owe you.”

He shook his head with a smile.

“Just get me one of those coffees you make and we’ll be even.”

I nodded.

“You got it.”

Connie slid back into his seat and gave me a two-fingered salute, which I returned as I disembarked. Then the bus pulled away and left nothing but the crisp fall breeze, scented with exhaust and that peculiar smell every big city has. Adjusting the strap of my purse on my shoulder, I walked the half-block to a neon-rimmed 24/7 diner.

A few moments later I stepped into the syrup-steeped diner.

“Katie! Boy am I glad to see you.” A woman a bit older than me bustled out of the kitchen, arms loaded down with plates piled with pancakes.

“Right back atchya Liz!” I grinned, my exhaustion temporarily lessened at the appearance of a friend.

“Busy night?” I asked when we had both made it to the back room.

“Very,” Liz exhaled, pushing a few strands of silky black hair away from her face. “It’s started to calm down a little now, mostly just regulars and some college students from the U.”

“That shouldn’t be too bad then,” I replied, slowly standing and stretching my arms above my head. “I’d better get out there.”

Liz shook her head with a smirk. “Girl, you work too hard.”

I gave her a tired grin. “Without labor, nothing prospers.”

She rolled her eyes goodnaturedly.

“This another one of your old philosophy dudes?”

“Nah, this one’s an old playwright dude.”

“You and your old dudes, when are you gonna take interest in a guy from this century?”

My thoughts flickered to the cute guy from the coffee shop, with his beautiful curls and Danish Kierkegaard book, but it was my turn to shake my head.

“Why bother?” I joked. “Who’d take interest in me anyways? Not like I have time for anyone.”

“Without labor, nothing prospers,” Liz repeated back to me.

I touched my nose and pointed to her.

“Damn right.”

“Alright, alright,” she conceded. “Let’s get our labor on.”

With Liz by my side the first hour of my shift passed quickly, but then ten o’clock came and she bid me goodbye, filtering out with the rest of the regulars. Before long it was just the college kids gathered at two tables in the back corner, heads bent over textbooks and notes. As long as I kept the coffee and snacks coming they were happy and quiet, which was fine by me.

Around 2 am one of the students came up to the counter, asking for more fruit.

“What’re you guys studying?” I asked as I handed over the pre-prepared fruit cup and accepted her cash.

“Architecture,” she replied, and her attempt at a smile looked almost as tired as I felt.

“Keep at it,” I said, slipping another fruit cup to her with a wink. She nodded gratefully and returned to the tables, passing the extra fruit to the boy next to her.

Finally the clock ticked over to 3 am and my replacement arrived. There was little more I could do than give him a tired wave as I gathered my things and wrapped up in an old coat, preparing myself for the cold night.

Thank goodness my apartment is only a few blocks away, I thought, taking a bracing lungful of air. It was a path I was familiar with after two years of walking it almost every night, and a good thing too, because I was half asleep on my feet. I don’t even remember most of the walk, dozing as I was, and by the time I got to my blue apartment door it was all I could do to get my key in the lock and inside. Locking the door behind me I let my purse slip to the floor and took the five steps to my bed, collapsing on top of the blankets. With my last ounce of energy I fished my hearing aid out of my ear, setting it carefully on my bedside table.

“I did it, mom,” I mumbled into my pillow, fingertips brushing the silver photo frame beside my hearing aid.

“Another day done.”

And with that, I slipped into a deep sleep.

Hours later my alarm rang. I woke up, never feeling rested enough but determined to keep putting one foot in front of the other. I felt grimy after falling asleep in my work clothes, so I treated myself to a long shower, luxuriating in the steam billowing up around me. After I scrubbed myself clean I spent a few extra minutes soaking in the hot water. My aching muscles relaxed a little and I felt a bit better when I stepped out and wrapped myself in a towel. After drying and dressing I slipped my hearing aid in and squared my shoulder, ready to face the day.

And so time went on. It was three days before I saw Reid again.

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hookedonapirate · 5 years ago

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Hey Hannah hope everything is well during this weird time. Quarantine and all that :/ I would like to submit a oh daddy prompt if you’re still accepting those? I was thinking Emma and Killian need a Plummer or a cable guy to come to their house but it turns out to be one of Emma’s ex and killian feeling a bit territorial takes her to their bedroom to make her scream to prove a point 😉

A/N: You got it, Nonnie! Hope things are going well for you, too :)

Based on this one-shot: Oh Daddy

Other Oh Daddy Prompts: 1. You’re being an awfully bad girl l 2. Daddy, can you pass the potatoes? l 3. Better than coffee l 4. Caught In a solo act l 5. Naughty School Girl l 6. Busted l 7. Bless Me, Father I 8. Tell Me When to Grab the Cupcake

Rated: Explicit

Proving a Point

Oh, fuck. It's him.

Peering through the peephole, Emma's initial inclination is to dash to the bathroom and climb out the window which leads to the backyard. But then Killian would have to answer the door which would not be good. Her boyfriend and ex-boyfriend alone in the same room to talk about her? Oh no no no, that was not going to happen. And based on his timing, and because they were expecting a plumber, Graham must be him, because why else would he be here? No, he's here to do a job, not get her back. Besides, she’s a grown-ass adult in a committed relationship, and for once in her life, she's unbelievably happy, so she can open the freaking door to let her ex-boyfriend unclog her pipes. Ew, not in that way. Her sink’s broken and needs to be fixed. So she hauls the door open to let him in.

His face lights up when he sees her, and she doesn't fail to notice how his eyes leave her face for a second to roam down her body. She's wearing nothing but a silk pink robe since his knocking had interrupted a hot, steamy moment in the bedroom.

Yesterday, Killian told her what time to expect the plumber so she wouldn’t be surprised to find a strange man in the house when she woke up, nor would she be waltzing around the house naked (because when it’s just the two of them, Killian definitely isn’t opposed to her walking around in the nude, and in fact is always trying to enforce a no pants policy for the evenings. But because Mary Margaret and David have a key to the house and walk in whenever they feel like it, the no pants policy is out of the question). But she couldn’t help herself when Killian is in bed with her, his morning wood pressed to her butt. She thought they’d have enough time for a quickie, but they were sorely mistaken when there was a knock on the door earlier than expected. Instead, he asked her to get the door so he could take a moment to cool down.

~*~

“Emma?”

He doesn't recognize the voice when he leaves the bedroom, but he hears Emma greeting him in a similar manner as if they know each other.

“Graham…”

Killian stops in his tracks and lingers in the hallway, his brows creasing as he tries to recall why that name sounds familiar.

“It’s been a long time. How are you?” he hears Graham say enthusiastically.

Ah, yes, Graham is one of her ex-boyfriends. He remembered Emma talking about him a while back. They had a three-month fling a few years before Killian met her. He remembered Emma saying he was too emotionally unavailable after a jealous, manipulative ex-girlfriend sort of broke him when she ripped his heart out without so much as batting an eye, and he couldn’t seem to bounce back from that.

Knowing his relationship with Emma wasn’t serious, knowing that, despite the sex being the key component in that relationship, Graham wasn’t able to bring her to orgasm, and then hearing how tight Emma’s voice is when she talks to him, Killian exhales a deep breath of relief. He’s not worried.

When he steps into the living room, he notes that the guy is... somewhat attractive. Brown, curly hair, slightly defined muscles, a face that could probably qualify as aesthetically pleasing to most people. He appears to be around Emma’s age, maybe even younger, but much taller than her, Killian bitterly notices when Graham is close enough to her.

Too close.

Especially when Graham throws his arms around Emma and draws her into a hug. A hug that’s way too tight and far too long for Killian’s liking. Not to mention, very unprofessional and inappropriate. Isn’t he the fucking plumber?

Killian’s jaw ticks as he watches this complete stranger, to him at least, rubbing Emma’s back affectionately.

Who the bloody hell does this wanker think he is?!

But judging by how Emma doesn’t mold into the hug, whatever feelings Graham still harbors for her are definitely not mutual.

Killian’s presence is not even noticed yet, by Graham at least, as he enters the living room and stalks toward them.

“I never thought I’d see you again,” Graham says huskily in her ear, as though he’s speaking to a lover, rather than an old fuck buddy. He pulls away only slightly, still gripping her shoulders.

And Killian doesn’t like it one bit.

Graham takes his time giving her a once-over, and Killian balls his hands into fists, suppressing the urge to lunge at this ponce and punch him in the nose. “You look good, Em. Real good.”

“She’s gorgeous, isn’t she?” Killian asks condescendingly before jumping into Graham's line of sight, placing a possessive left hand on Emma’s back and pulling her in for a quick kiss on the cheek. Graham finally tears his gaze away from her, taken off guard as Killian turns his head to look at him, extending his right hand and smiling widely—and ironically. “I'm Killian, her boyfriend.”

He can see out the corner of his eye, the slight smirk on Emma’s lips as Graham shakes his hand in hesitation. “Graham Humbert,” he says, and of course has to add very casually, “Emma and I used to date.”

“Briefly,” Emma adds quickly and turns toward Killian, wrapping her arms around his waist and kissing him on the lips as though to ease his worries, letting him know anything she once felt for Graham is nonexistent.

Killian knows this, he knows Emma’s love for him runs so much deeper than anything she ever felt for Graham. No, it’s not Emma he doesn’t trust. It’s the wanker staring at his girlfriend with longing looks, googly eyes and also perhaps a hint of jealousy as Killian grabs her hips and pulls her into him. Emma responds by placing her hands on his chest, nuzzling his nose with hers and kissing him softly. Killian smirks against her lips as he feels the other bloke’s jealousy intensify.

Graham clears his throat, speaking awkwardly. “So, uh… I’m here to look at your pipes.”

Emma and Killian force themselves apart and return their attention to Graham after his words remind them of his presence.

“Right,” Emma says, forcing a smile at Graham.

As she leads the plumber to the kitchen, Killian watches as he openly checks out his girlfriend’s ass. He growls.

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!

“The pipes are the only thing you should be looking at, mate,” he barks with evident disdain, emphasizing the t. But it’s not until Graham stops and turns around to look at him, when Killian realizes he actually spoke out loud, instead of to himself like he’d intended to.

“What was that?” Graham asks, cocking a brow.

Killian heads for the bathroom, passing Graham along the way and planting a firm hand on his shoulder, squeezing it with a warning grip as he murmurs in a polite tone, “You heard what I said.”

Embarrassed for getting caught staring, Graham hangs his head, whispers an apology and proceeds to the kitchen.

Killian goes to the bathroom to calm down, clutching onto the edge of the counter to prevent his jealousy from consuming him. He has to take a long, deep breath and splashes some cool water over his face to cool down, but knowing Emma’s in the kitchen with her ex in nothing but her bathrobe, knowing how unbelievably sexy she is and knowing very well Graham is taking full advantage, makes his blood bubble. He’s not happy Graham turned out to be their plumber. He should’ve just figured out how to fix the plumbing issue himself, but his attempts only resulted in him discovering that the blockage seemed to be further down where the pipes disappeared into the wall and he knew it was time to call a plumber.

He dries his face with a hand towel and returns to the kitchen to find Graham not working and instead, leaning against the counter engaging Emma in small chit chat.

Un-fucking-believable.

Graham is being all flirty and charming, and although Killian knows Emma’s only trying to be nice and is not at all interested in her ex or his attempts to reconnect, he doesn’t like it. He doesn’t like it one bit.

So instead of listening to any more of Graham’s bullshit, Killian swoops in, grabs Emma’s hand and tugs her out of the kitchen so fast, she giggles over the threshold. And because he wants so badly to show Graham what he’d missed out on by not caring enough about Emma’s pleasure and instead, leaving her unsatisfied in the sack (and because apparently he’s a child) Killian pulls her into the bedroom, closes the door, crushes her lips with his and throws her on the bed like a rag doll. Her giggles echo against the walls as he drags his lips down her neck, growling against her skin.

“Daddy’s not jealous, is he?” she asks in amusement while tipping her head back, moaning as Killian nips the soft skin at the juncture between her neck and shoulder.

“Of course not,” he claims breathily and undoes his pants. He rips Emma’s robe away from her lovely breasts and draws her soft nipples into his warm mouth, instantly making them hard as his cock stiffens against her nub. Without wasting another second, he takes his cock in hand and places the tip against her entrance, thrusting into her.

Emma moans and snakes her legs tightly around his waist, eagerly taking his entire length as he fucks her rough and hard, making her scream, “Oh, Daddy! Harder… please!”

Killian groans and gives his Swan exactly what she wants. What she needs.

“Yes, Killian, yes!”

There’s something about knowing her ex is just outside the door listening to Emma scream her boyfriend's name in ecstasy, letting Graham know exactly who she belongs to as he makes her come undone—something Graham could never do—that makes his blood run hot. Killian brings her to orgasm over and over again, each time making her scream so loudly, he’s sure the entire neighborhood can hear.

After they’re done, both flushed and clothed and back in the kitchen, he doesn’t have to wonder if Graham heard them or not because judging by how flustered he is, how crimson his cheeks are and how much he stutters when explaining how he fixed the sink, he definitely heard.

Killian has to suppress a smirk.

Graham gathers his tools and says earnestly to Emma, “I’m glad you found someone who’s capable of making you happy after I couldn’t.” In more ways than one, Killian is tempted to add. “It was nice seeing you again.” He glances at Killian. “And it was nice to meet you.”

Killian grins big and wide as he opens the door for Graham. “Oh, believe me when I say, the pleasure was all ours.”

Graham stumbles ungracefully over the threshold, almost tripping and falling and dropping his toolbox but catching himself on the doorframe. Killian can sense Emma is suppressing a laugh as Graham flashes them a forced, awkward smile before turning around and taking off.

Killian chuckles as he flings the door closed, never seeing a man so flustered or embarrassed in his entire life. As he scoops Emma up into his arms and carries her off to the bed again, her giggles reverberating through the house, he almost feels sorry for the poor bloke.

Almost.

#cs ff #captain swan #cs smut #oh daddy prompt #proving a point #my fic

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calumthoodposts · 5 years ago

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Broken Home | Part 1

Warnings: Swearing, abuse, sexual assault, drinking, hard drugs, and violence.

If you have any potential triggers to anything mentioned above, I'd advise you to not read this. Take care of your mental health <3

She stood at the bar waiting for the bartender to notice her over the bustling crowd. The lights overhead flickered to the beat of the bass that reverberated through the club. The flicker was the perfect rhythm and Reyna couldn't tell if it was intentional, or if it was just poor wiring.

In any case, she averted her gaze and squinted her eyes, the repeated flashing making her dizzy and nauseated. The room smelled of booze, sweat, and cigarette smoke, a combination that used to bother her, but was now something she frequently endured.

Every weekend on every Friday night for a year straight, her boyfriend and her would be found at the Ace of Clubs at no later than 9 p.m. They would often stay out until one in the morning, the earliest she ever got to leave was eleven-thirty, and would end the night with her having to carry Aaron out. The smell was hardly the worst part.

The bartender's attention finally landed on her and he gave her a small nod as a greeting. "The usual?"

"Yes, please." She smiled politely. It wasn't that surprising that Chris had remembered what Aaron got every time considering the club was small and on the outskirts of Mott Haven. It was located in the dodgy part of the dodgiest part of New York, only locals were brave enough to get intoxicated there or tourists who didn't know any better.

It still left her feeling uneasy. The idea that the bartender could pick her face out of hundreds because of how many times she had come there wasn't something she would brag about. Raging alcoholism wasn't something she wanted to flaunt.

Chris slid the single glass full of whiskey and ice over to her and she couldn't help but notice the slight hesitance as he did so. Nevertheless, he watched her pick up the glass without complaint, only offering her the smallest of crooked-yellow-toothed smiles and shouting over the loud music, "Let me know if you need anything." His offer had an edge to it and she noticed the way it was open-ended. She couldn't help but wonder if he was talking about more than just refills on alcohol.

She thanked him and left the bar, wandering back toward her table, the sound of her heels inaudible over the chaotic music and voices mixing together. Aaron sat in a high booth against the wall as he talked to his friend who was sat across from him and she couldn't help the thought that crossed her mind of just turning around and walking out of the establishment.

She hated it. In fact, she was certain that there wasn't anything she hated more than the rambunctious drilling of noise into her brain. She just wanted a single moment of quiet. Instead, she sat down at their table and slid Aaron his whiskey who, not tearing his gaze away from his friend, continued to tell the story about how he got suckered out of a job because he was caucasian and affirmative action had gotten too out of hand.

She knew that in the deepest parts of him, buried beneath his ego, he knew that he wasn't anywhere near being qualified for where he applied. He never was. This was just his way of compensating. He had dropped out of high school, a fact that she didn't know until later, and he had never sought out a GED or any higher education. The road seemed like a dead end to her, but she loved him enough to stick around. Of course, his friend agreed with him, that inclusivity was a plague and that it was ripping jobs away from hardworking "Americans". Whatever the hell that meant. She even saw his friend look over at her with narrowed eyes, to which she just looked away.

Her mother was from the Philippines and immigrated to the United States, in which becoming the head of nursing at NewYork-Presbyterian made her fall in love with the whitest and most Scottish doctor there. Reyna's own caramel skin was mixed with white, but if there was one thing she knew it was the fact that her immigrant mother took nothing from David Thomas, the man with more DUI'S than he could count.

The night continued like this. After he had finished his drink, she would get him– and eventually his racist friend– another. And another. And another. It was a cycle that continued even after the two men were slurring their controversial and offensive words together. This is how it had been for quite some time. She stared out at the sea of bodies dancing and groping one another and her heart yearned for her younger days. The days where she would be dancing along to the music she didn't know a single word to with Aaron whose hands gripped her waist tightly, almost as if he never wanted to let her go.

-----

The sun had gone down and the street lights immediately switched on, illuminating their path as they walked down the sidewalk to the bar that Aaron had promised was worth visiting. He had a portable speaker in his hand and ABBA's album "Arrival" made her dance to the rhythm.

She turned and walked backward while looking fondly at the boy in front of her. He had a boyish grin on his face as he watched her swing her hips and put her arms over her head during the chorus, dancing wildly but making adoration flood his green irises that looked forest-like in the dim lighting.

He wanted to make her eighteenth birthday memorable and he had told her that a club with friends was the only way to go. He knew the people who owned the place so she could get in easily. Truthfully, she didn't mind what they did, just as long as she got to do it with him. They had been dating for a little over seven months and she knew she was head over heels for him. He made her feel special and pretty, something she wasn't used to easily turning into something she craved.

Only from him. She only wanted his eyes on her because they were the only ones that mattered. She only wanted his hands on her, and it seemed that he read her mind as he gripped her hips and pressed her against the brick wall of one of the many rundown buildings they were walking past.

The sudden motion knocked the breath out of her in the best way, and it didn't stop the warmth from flooding her body as he pressed his forehead against hers. "I'll love you until the day I die, you know that right?" She was breathless and in shock at his confession before a large smile covered her face and she squinted her eyes happily, brushing her nose with his and returning his words with a kiss.

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Instead of his hands on her hips, she felt one on her upper thigh. The callouses on his index and middle fingers from opening cans rubbed the exposed skin where the hem of her short skirt ended and she tensed as they trailed higher. Not granting him a reaction, she stared into the sea of people. All of them seemed to be having the time of their lives, except a curly-haired boy who was sat at a long table with a group of seven other people.

His eyes were already on her and the corner of his lips upturned slightly, giving her a small smile that she returned before looking back at the table in front of her. She fiddled with the rings on her fingers as she pretended to listen to the conversation that the two men next to her were having. She was great at playing the act by now. She shifted in her seat in discomfort when Aaron's right hand on her thigh pushed her skirt up farther and got dangerously close to her lace-covered center.

Public displays made her uncomfortable. Holding hands was an act that she could only tolerate in small doses and Aaron was well-aware of that fact. It certainly didn't mean he respected it. She breathed out a sigh before her hand found his and gently pushed it lower to rest on the skin just above her knee cap.

The muscles in his arms tensed and in the corner of her eye, she watched his jaw set into a hard line, the fingers on her thigh digging in more intensely. He glanced at her and she could see his eyes were filled with annoyance and malice, the whiskey further igniting his already short fuse.

She felt his hand trail north again, this time more aggressively and quicker, landing harshly on her core. The chill she felt run up her spine had her standing from the table abruptly, Aaron's hand falling out of her lap and onto the seat that she sat in previously.

"I have to use the restroom." She lied and quickly wandered away from the table to the back of the club where the bathrooms were. Weaving her way through sweaty bodies, she hastily made for the alley exit door instead and sighed contentedly at the cold air hitting her flushed body.

Pressing her back against the wall, she leaned forward and balled her dark hair up on top of her head, reveling in the feeling of the cool air hitting the hot newly exposed skin. Reyna leveled her breathing as best she could and focused on the relief of being out of the bar and finally breathing air that wasn't contaminated with body odor.

She couldn't help but jump when the metal door swung open and smacked against the brick behind it. It closed on itself as Aaron's shoes appeared in front of her, her brown eyes focused on the cobble beneath her feet, and now his tattered sneakers that he had owned since she first met him. The idea was scary and the anticipation was worse when she thought of looking up at the man she loved. It always was frightening, making eye contact with a man that she sometimes had trouble recognizing. She did it anyway, and when her eyes met his she could instantly see the single emotion that raced through them. Her mind remembered the very first time he stood before her like he was then, shoulders squared, eyes in angry slits and jaw clenched menacingly.

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Reaching the door to their apartment, she knocked with her foot and waited patiently for Aaron to open it. Minutes had to have past before she gave up, realizing that he was still at work, before setting the groceries down on the floor and digging out her own key. She made quick work of the lock out of habit and opened the door before she picked up the paper bags and walking into her home. The lights were on and she furrowed her eyebrows at it, knowing that the electric bill was expensive and knowing that Aaron would be annoyed at her if he found out.

She could have sworn that she shut them off, knowing that she had left well before sunset and there wasn't any need for lights then. Perplexed, she placed the groceries on the counter and trailed the way to their bedroom, noticing the door was open and the bathroom light was on. "Aar?"

She called out his nickname softly as she came closer to the bathroom, the door ajar enough to let the light flood out, but not enough to see inside. A part of her wished she didn't when looking back on her finding her boyfriend on his knees in front of the porcelain toilet, a dollar bill rolled into a straw and him snorting powder off of the closed lid.

Her mouth fell open as she watched him breathe it in as easily as air and as though his life depended on it. "What the hell?" Her voice came out shaky and incredulous as she looked at the man whose head snapped toward her, eyes wide and red.

"Rey? What are you doing back so early?" He quickly stood to his feet, the dollar he threw on the seat of the barely-there remnants of the drug he was snorting unrolled itself a little before rolling to the floor. He stumbled toward her in shock, him tripping over one of his feet and her backing away from him and into their bedroom.

When she didn't answer right away, too shocked for anything to come out as a sentence, he asked her again in a less soft tone. "What the hell are you doing back so early?" It was more of an accusation instead of a question. It was as though this wasn't their home, it wasn't the same one they had been sharing for a year now. The room she backed into seemed as foreign as the man that stood in front of her.

"What the hell were you just doing, Aaron?" She looked past his frame at the dollar bill on the floor and toilet lid, trying to process everything at once. "I asked you a question first." He stalked toward her and stood in front of her, his tall frame towering over her petite one.

She looked at his bloodshot eyes, his pupils were the size of dimes and shifted from her eyes to the bedside table, to the door, and back to her. He wasn't recognizable like this, with his body language unreadable as he fidgeted and clenched and unclenched his fists by his side. The man she knew and loved was only ever irritated. He had never been so paranoid and skittish.

"I only went to the grocery store." She answered him and looked at him with eyes that were just as wide as his. "It hasn't ever taken more than an hour. You're supposed to be at work and instead, I find you– I come home to this?" Her voice broke and her eyes pricked with tears.

There was a part of her that remembered trying to work out what she was feeling in that moment when she realized it was a mixture of everything. She felt betrayed and was distraught at the idea of him doing drugs as hard as what she assumed to be cocaine, much less doing it in their home. A large part of her felt anger and resentment at how he would even fathom the idea. She also acknowledged how much love she felt for him, but it was masked with a heavy blanket of disappointment and only showcased itself in the form of the wetness spilling out of her eyes and onto her cheeks.

"You're not going to tell anyone, right? You wouldn't." She gave him an incredulous look, said nothing all the while overspilling with rage and walked past him into the bathroom with him hot on her heels. Her eyes landed on the plastic bag by the toilet and she walked toward it, ripping off a piece of tissue paper and wrapping her hand with it before picking the baggy up.

"Wh–what are you doing?" His voice came out frantic and shaky with mock brevity failing to disguise his paranoia. "I'm throwing this shit away." She spoke as she began lifting the toilet seat up.

"No!" His voice range loudly, much louder than either of them had been speaking before, and his hands grasped at her wrists, pulling them away from the toilet and making the lid slam back down harshly. The baggy with white substance was ripped out of her hand and he grasped it tightly. Hiding it behind his back, he raised his other hand up with caution. "You can't do that. I spent so much on this."

She couldn't help the exhale of breath that escaped her lips at his words. It was a breath of utter shock. "Are you fucking kidding me? We can't have that shit in our house, Aaron." She reached for it again and he backed away, his hand that was raised pushed her chest and she stumbled backward slightly before she regained her balance.

"Did you just push me?" Her own voice was wavering now and she barely recognized. It seemed that everything surrounding her was foreign. The man she had loved for almost two years was a complete stranger in her eyes as his body trembled and shielded the bag of white powder like it was his most prized possession. "I didn't mean to, okay? You just can't throw this away. It's not yours to dispose of and this shit is expensive."

She scoffed at him and walked toward him again. Standing in front of him, her hand bravely reached to the one he had behind his back to try and grab it again. Her fingers shook out of fear of what would happen if anyone found out that it was in their house. She was trembling out of panic. "Do you hear yourself right now?" She interrogated him in a voice that was higher than what was normal, an inflection that showed how baffling his words were.

"Just give it to me, Aaron." She extended her arm further felt her fingertips graze the wrist that was holding the illegal substance. "I said no!" His voice was loud. He had never shouted at her before. In fact, he was the most levelheaded one in their relationship more often than not. His voice was loud, but the contact of his hand wrapped tightly around her throat and the cold of the pale yellow tiles of their bathroom wall coming in harsh contact with the back of her head and knocking the air from her lungs was even louder.

Her hands flew up to his wrist and her eyes widened at him, the tears that had gathered once again threatened to fall. "I said no. That's your fucking problem. You never listen." His grip got tighter and his glare bore into her soul. She couldn't find the green eyes that brought her comfort and warmth. The blackness engulfed every sliver of green as he gripped her impossibly tighter, before dropping his hand. She fell to the floor as he stalked out of the bathroom and she heard the front door slam seconds after.

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"What the fuck was that?" His tone wasn't anything new, but it never failed to send chills up her back and onto her neck, before washing back down again in a waterfall of discomfort and emotional agony. Reyna trained her sad brown eyes on the cobble again, scared to hold eye contact in fear of the clash between malice and vulnerability.

"We're in public. It just didn't feel appropriate." She hated how small she sounded. She hated how small he made her feel, so small to the point where her shoulders still hunched and her arms hugged herself tightly. The bruise in the mark of a handprint was still visible on her wrist, but it was fading and she chose that as the silver lining. "You think I give a damn how you feel."

It wasn't a question he wanted her to answer and she knew that. The wind sang through the streets, avoiding the alleyway they were stood in as if to give them some unwanted privacy. It whistled along and paid no mind. She wished it would just sweep her away with it. "You do what I want you to do."

Aaron stepped closer to her and forced her body straight, his fingers, on one hand, gripped her cheeks harshly while the other pinched her clothed and most intimate place. He was a great pine in a forest of cherry trees. Everyone surrounding her withered away come the cold, even Reyna herself, and he remained standing tall, just as daunting as he was in the summer. He never went away.

"Hey man, why don't you let her go and step back?" Reyna never heard the door open, but she heard it shut and she certainly heard the voice that accompanied it.

Aaron's hand that was grabbing her face stayed defiantly in place. Her gaze snapped to the curly-haired boy who had just stepped out of the same door she had not too long ago and she felt Aaron tense in front of her. "Who the fuck are you?"

The boy shrugged his shoulders and stepped closer to the pair, his white dress shirt's sleeves were rolled up to his forearms that stretched the fabric because of the muscles there. He didn't seem scared in the slightest as he placed a hand on Aaron's shoulder and pushed him backward lightly, forcing the hand that gripped Reyna's face to fall away. She took a deep breath, gasping for air that she didn't know she needed so badly. Her hands shook as she pulled her skirt down and rubbed the ache in her cheeks.

"Why the fuck should I listen to a punk like you?" Aaron spoke in disbelief, glancing up and down the black-haired boy's body indignantly. He was a few inches taller than Aaron, allowing him to tower above his 5"9 frame intimidatingly. His broad shoulders were squared and his head was held high as he stepped in front of Reyna and stood in between the couple. "You shouldn't have to listen to me. She spelled it out for you, mate."

Aaron stomped closer and gave the boy a hard shove, sending him stumbling backward and nearly hitting the girl pressed against the wall, but he caught his balance before their bodies made contact. Nevertheless, the motion had the boy's cologne invading her senses. "I don't know who the hell you are, but I suggest you go back inside before I beat the living hell out of you."

He ran a tattooed hand through his curls, three letters briefly disappearing in the black, before he coolly and collectively responded, "I'm fine out here, thanks." Reyna was frozen in place. She could only see half of Aaron's features that were so blatantly painted with rage and the stranger's back in front of her. "I do suggest that you go back inside before you start something you regret."

He snapped. There were always certain trigger words or actions that made Aaron see red. When his vision flooded with it, there was no way he would be able to see reason. Nights of hers would be spent trying to pull him out of the darkness that so fully enveloped him to no avail. Simply as if a switch flipped, her caution was ignored and he'd escalate until he was shouting at her. By then, she would be too frightened to respond and would remain quiet, staring at the hole in the wall that his fist made months before while his voice pierced her eardrums and poisoned her consciousness with his venom.

The hit that landed on the curly-haired boys' jaw sent him shifting back into the bricks of the bar. She sidestepped away to avoid his large body colliding with hers and watched Aaron advance toward him. The stranger kept his hands bravely at his sides as Aaron's attached to the collars of his shirt. "Who the fuck do you think you are, kid?"

He coolly spoke and it took Reyna by surprise at how calm and collected he was. She was used to outbursts and violence and force, but she wasn't accustomed to passive level-headedness. "Just a kid who watched you sexually harass this woman on two separate occasions."

The question of why this boy had followed them outside never arose in her mind. Mainly focused on the present moment, she never thought that anyone– let alone the boy who smiled at her from across the dance floor– had seen Aaron get handsy with her as though she was a doll that one could do with as they pleased. She was embarrassed, but most of all she felt scared for the boy who didn't cower from Aaron's intense glare. He was a fool who didn't know what her boyfriend was capable of, she decided.

"She's my girlfriend, you dumb fuck. I get to do what I want with her." Aaron seethed through gritted teeth. Reyna watched fearfully from the sidelines as the stranger's stoic expression faltered for just a moment, his eyebrows furrowing in response. "She's a human being who clearly isn't interested in what you're trying to offer her."

Aaron's left fist collided with his chiseled jaw and everything after happened quickly. The dark crowned boy shifted under Aaron's arms and got out of his hold, only to wrap each of his wrists behind his back and press him into the wall with a hard enough impact to leave scratches across Aaron's cheeks. The stranger stood behind him and used his body to pin Aaron's front to the wall. "When I let you go, you're going to go back into the bar, get your things, and get the hell out of here. Is that clear?"

"Who the hell do you think yo–" Aaron's words were interrupted with a groan as the stranger used his body weight to press his face into the wall harder, adding to the pain that flooded the angry green eyes that Reyna was so afraid to look into.

"Is that clear?" Every word was emphasized and articulated in a way that made it impossible to misinterpret what he said. Aaron released only a grunt before the boy let him go, slowly turning to the girl who stood a few meters away at a safe distance. She noticed the way his eyes softened when they met hers, widened in fright.

Whether or not he was expecting what was coming was unclear to her, but she gasped and covered her mouth with her hand as Aaron jumped him from behind. The two men fell to the ground, Aaron on top and releasing punch after punch to the boy's face. She let out a shrill scream, feeling completely incapable of stopping her boyfriend's onslaught of punches. Her heart was beating in her throat and she couldn't breathe, wanting and willing everything in her to help the boy she didn't know.

He never fought back. He laid on the ground and took every drunken hit, his hands at his sides the entire time. By the relentless way Aaron delivered the hits, she knew that he thought he was winning.

It ended as soon as it started, blood spilling out of the nose of the boy on the ground and two tall men pulling Aaron away and pinning his arms against the wall. A girl kneeled beside the boy on the cobble, her bare knees paying no mind to the surface as she looked him over. Soon enough, the only things Reyna could see were the flashing blue and red lights of a police car, illuminating the alleyway in a dizzying glow as officers ran to the scene, shackling her boyfriend in cuffs and stuffing him in the back of the police car

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theonetheycallsagey · 7 years ago

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Home Invasion

Wow, this one was really fun to write. Action turned up to 11 created a grittier and more intense story. This takes place after the fall of Beacon, where we catch up with one Dash Ospreay as he finds a familiar face in the least likely of places.

Dash belongs to me.

Sienna belongs to @gruntnuker-rwby

"Ospreay Industries: Celebrating 25 Years of Being #1"

"Hm. That's what they came up with?" Dash muttered to himself. He stood on the upper balcony, a staircase spiraling to the ground floor on each side. He watched as everyone was filing into the ballroom, exchanging small greetings while waiting for the party to really begin - or at least whatever Atlas qualified as a party. It had only been a couple years, but Dash couldn't help but feel so far removed from this world of clinking martini glasses and fancy suits, such as the one he was clad in now. However, being the heir to one of the biggest corporations in all of Remnant, Dash knew that it almost virtually guaranteed that he would have to show up to its anniversary celebration.

The next hour consisted of Dash standing by his father's side as he was introduced to several business associates and Atlesian upper class members, none of which were memorable enough for him to recall. He tried to feign interest but it was clear he was not engaged at all. Any attempts of conversation he tried to make were only met with "Why did you leave Atlas for Beacon?" or "You should've kept playing ball" or "You should be starting to run the company". Even when Mr. Schnee himself came to visit his Ospreay Industries partners, Dash couldn't be bothered to listen. He only noticed Weiss mirroring his expression of boredom, shackled to her father just as he was to his.

To his relief, Dash was eventually set free. He retreated to a corner by himself and spent most of his time staring at gold watch on his wrist, hoping it would tick faster. When he looked up, his eyes glanced toward catering tables. Sat there was his little sister Dawn, clad in a fluttery red gown and her hair let down. She didn't notice her brother approach her, as she was too focused on working in her sketchbook.

"Do Mom and Dad know you have that with you?" Dash said sternly, arms folded. Dawn's head snapped upwards to face him, and she timidly pulled the book to her chest. Dash shook his head and broke his mock coldness with a chuckle. He lightly messed with Dawn's hair, getting her to let out a childlike giggle.

"Hey! Quit it!" she said. When she lowered the book to continue where she left off, Dash peered over his shoulder.

"Whatcha working on?" he asked Dawn. He saw a sketch of a building, one that looked amazing given her age. However, the building looked all too familiar, and when Dawn pointed to a mural on the wall, Dash figured out why. It was a painting of Beacon Academy, one he had seen before at Weiss' concert.

Gravitated to it, Dash approached the picture and studied it for a few moments. All the memories came back in a vivid rush. Sapphire constantly keeping the team up at night with talk of pillow fights. Bickering with Solomon over car culture. Making bets with Auburn with absurd stipulations. Meeting different teams from all schools for the tournament. He clenched his fists and closed his eyes before a deep breath recomposed him. This was definitely the last place he could have his public persona crack, something that he took great effort in maintaining.

"I hope they're all ok," he thought to himself. He turned back around and leaned against the wall next to the painting, and moving his sport coat sleeve out of the way, he checked his watch again. "Almost done." Blankly staring forward, Dash sighed as he expected his boredom to resume throughout the night. That was, until a female voice loudly called out from the balcony above him, one that he couldn't see the source of but instantly recognized.

"Tone Ospreay."

Everyone's discussions were quickly stopped and replaced by hushed murmurs of confusion. Their attention was drawn to above Dash to someone on the balcony. He sprinted out from under it and his eyes widened in shock at seeing Sienna Umberon. However, she looked far removed from her days at Beacon where her team and Dash's would regularly hang out. Now, her usual outfit was traded for a White Fang uniform, and her heterochromatic eyes hidden behind a personalized mask.

"Faunus labor, child labor, frequent factory explosions, the list goes on. Quite the rap sheet. One that could almost rival your master's," Sienna said.

"What is the meaning of this?! I don't care how you got in but I'll have every force in Atlas come to throw you out!" Dash could hear his father yell back, while he was still too stunned to react.

"Oooooh Schnee's lapdog thinks he's got a bite," Sienna said with a chuckle. "Don't bother with that. You're gonna listen to what I have to say." Dash snapped his head back around to see his father still adamantly stubborn. A sudden shatter of glass pierced the scene and made way for the sound of something metal clanging across the ground. Dash surveyed the middle of the ballroom floor and caught glimpse of a cylindrical object rolling to a stop. "Stun grenade!"

"Whether you want to or not."

A bright flash. A deafening bang. It was enough in itself to cause Dash to stagger back. But something else - or someone - had also thrown him off his feet. By the time his senses had returned to him, he had realized a deer faunus with short brown hair and a similar mask was on his back, keeping his head forced to the floor. From what he could see, a whole White Fang squadron had invaded the party, all armed to the teeth. Each one of his family members was held back by a Fang member, and Dash could feel anger swell up at seeing a muscular soldier with ram horns with his arms around Dawn. Sienna sauntered down the stairs and headed towards Tone.

"Thousands of faunus go into your factories with the hope of making enough to feed their families. They desperately try to survive through godawful working conditions just to get paid like dirt. And if they actually manage to stay alive, there's a good chance they'll get laid off anyways." She was now in Tone's face, with the White Fang soldier behind him forcing the owner of Ospreay Industries to look up at her.

"I've seen firsthand just how flashy your family is," she continued, side-eyeing Dash with that comment. "And the fact that you act so flashy without even a hint of guilt is a fucking kick in the teeth to faunus everywhere." Her speech was now through gritted teeth, years of anger and frustration finally culminating. Stepping back to scan the area, she saw everyone paralyzed with fear, unable to do anything against the surrounding fleet of troops.

"You're all guilty here!" Sienna said to address the whole room now. "You've all helped create this Atlas empire that has made it a crime for a faunus to even exist! No money for bills. No way to raise a family. No escape." She clenched her fists and turned her back to everyone.

"Well, Ospreay. If I'm not allowed to have a family, you're not either. Tear this place to the ground!"

The girl on Dash's back yanked his head up by his hair, forcing him to watch as the White Fang squad began dismantling the party. They vandalized anything in sight, and would not stop until everything the Ospreay family owned in this household was ruined. Dash watched as Sienna made her exit through the two grand doors that led to the rest of the house. The ram faunus followed suit, still with a tight grip on Dawn, taking her with him despite her cries for help.

"Dawn!" Dash yelled. The deer faunus jerked him up to his feet and slammed him into the wall, keeping him firmly pressed against it.

"Not prepared for this one, were you Richie Rich?" she said in Dash's ear.

"I'm always prepared," Dash replied. Without a moment's hesitation, he moved his leg free and kicked his captor in the back of the knee. She groaned and reeled back, loosening her grip on Dash enough for him to spin around and catch her in the temple with a jumping knee strike that knocked her out on impact. All of the other soldiers turned their attention to him, and he quickly ran toward the direction that Sienna left in. He slammed the doors to the ballroom shut behind him, then toppled over the shelf next to it to serve as a barricade.

He sprinted through the Ospreay estate as fast as his dress shoes would allow him, following the trail of carnage Sienna was causing. Along the way, he ditched his sport coat and his tie. He only had one thing in mind: getting his sister safe. And he knew he would have to fight for it. He eventually made his way to the garage, where he saw Sienna and the ram destroying the red sports car parked in it.

"I knew you were a wasteland punk, Umberon. But I didn't think you'd stoop this low," Dash said to reveal himself. Sienna's fox ears twitched at the sound of his voice. Dawn smiled brightly at the sight of her big brother, but the smile was abruptly cut off at the sound of Sienna laughing.

"Y'know. I really should thank you. The way you treated people was one of the main reasons I decided to join the Fang. I can finally repay you for all the disrespect you've shown me," Sienna said, all the while approaching Dash slowly until they were face to face.

"I'm honored," Dash coldly said back and barely finished that statement before aiming a right kick to her head. Sienna immediately caught his foot and whipped him into a dragon screw takedown. Dash landed hard on his back, temporarily winded, allowing Sienna to put her boot on his chest.

"The Fang has made me stronger, Dash. Faster, too. Better than training at Beacon had ever made me," she said before driving her heel down on his sternum.

"You think I've been slouching around?" Dash roughly said back before he suddenly swiped at Sienna's other foot, tripping her up enough to kip back up to his feet. He went for another kick, this one similar to the first but coming from his left foot this time. Sienna caught him again, but this time Dash followed up by leaping up and driving his right foot into her ribs in a modified dropkick. Now she was the one flat on her back.

The ram faunus charged at Dash, and Sienna moved back to grab Dawn and tie her down before she could escape. Dash sidestepped him and stayed close, firing off a flurry of kicks. But, they had little effect on the monstrous soldier, as his physique dwarfed Dash's athletic 5'10 frame. The ram picked Dash up with ease and slammed him onto the hood of the car with enough force to crumple the hood and break the windshield. He rolled off of the car to avoid another incoming blow, then before the brute could get to him again, he swung open the passenger side door, hitting him and keeping him back momentarily.

"C'mon big bro! You can do it!" Dawn said to cheer on her brother. But, the ram faunus closed in on him again and lifted him by the collar of his now disheveled dress shirt. He threw Dash into the electrical box on the wall, denting its cover. It creaked open, so the ram repeated the process, this time sending Dash into breakers underneath, causing sparks to fly. The ram smirked at his handiwork until he noticed that Dash was unfazed. What he didn't know was that Dash's semblance was kicking in - conductivity.

He lurched forward again, and Dash responded by grabbing him by the throat. All of the voltage that was going through Dash's body was suddenly going into his as if Dash was a human lightning rod. Upon letting go, the ram staggered back, gasping for air. While he was struggling to regain his breath, Dash nailed him with a kick to the midsection, finally dropping the behemoth to one knee. He then stepped back, jumped above him, and drove his head into the ground with a vicious curb stomp.

With the goon now rendered unconscious, Dash turned his focus to Sienna. She looked up at him, looking less than pleased, flicking her fire dust infused claws to make a spark. The spark ignited and she got into a ready stance with her claws now ablaze, putting her own semblance of fire manipulation to use. Bolting to her, Dash aimed a baseball slide to her ankles. Sienna telegraphed his move and jumped over it. Dash rolled back to his feet and ducked his head to miss a right hook from Sienna, then a left.

He rolled under the next punch to get behind her, but Sienna was a step ahead and turned around quicker than Dash could react. She wrapped him up in a bear hug, the fiery gloves searing his chest. Dash screamed loudly, the agony in his voice too much for Dawn to handle as she cringed and tried to look away. He eventually mustered up the strength to flip Sienna over his shoulders and get her off, but the damage had already been done. Dropping to one knee, he glanced down at his singed chest through the remnants of his burned shirt. A red sheen glowed across the length of his body. His aura was depleted.

He weakly got back to his feet as Sienna walked toward him again, looking to end the fight. But, with a roaring battle cry and a last burst of adrenaline, he charged his assailant again. He hit her with a series of punches and kicks, each one doing more visible damage than the last. Finishing the combo off with a heel kick to her chin, he was finally able to ground Sienna. But, he wasn't able to revel in the moment for long, because a sharp cry of "Dash help!" from his sister swiftly spun him around. Two White Fang marked aircrafts had landed in the front yard, one of which had unloaded two soldiers that were taking Dawn away.

"Dawn, no!" He took half a step forward then suddenly stopped in his tracks. His eyes widened before looking down. Shakily moving his hand to his stomach, he could barely fight the tremors to see his hand now holding a crimson pool.

It hurt to stand.

It hurt to breathe.

He collapsed to the floor. He still couldn't process what was happening. The adrenaline was long gone at this point. His usually electric yellow eyes expressed anguish as they looked up to see Sienna looking at her blood stained claw. Dawn's pleas filled the air one last time before being silenced by the distinct sound of a jet taking off. The ram faunus had now regained consciousness and joined his squad leader.

"What do we do with him, boss?" he asked Sienna.

"What's our one rule?" she said in response.

"No deaths."

"Then he comes with us. And he does not die. I’m not finished with him," she said. The last thing Dash saw was the ram leaning down next to him before everything faded to black.

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thedivinefish · 4 years ago

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TGIWednesday and clearing alien/foreign energies

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In keeping with our October Halloween/Dark Energies theme, we’re going to touch on alien energy and next Wednesday we’ll have our monthly Zoom meeting all around clearing dark energies/depression/stuck on the couch/sad/lonely etc (sign up below) Doesn’t matter if you know about the aliens, grays/the Reptilians/Atlanteans or don’t believe at all. When I clear this off of folks, they seem to get a whole lot better and remark how much lighter they feel. A huge part of "the 3 jumps" ie: Clear - Yes, Unclear - No, and Running Forward - Yes helps to clear out any and all negative shall we say “foreign” energies that may be making us feel stuck, down or out of sorts. Whether you believe it or know about it, the mere fact that you may be feeling “down, out of it or sad” could have it’s roots/origins outside of you and that’s something we need to clear on a daily basis. By now hopefully you know how simple and FAST My Liquid Fish® Change made simple® can be so run with it and in today’s video lesson I’ll be clearing it for you!

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TGIWednesday and clearing alien/foreign energies

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I am most afraid of ________________

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I feel depressed and ____________

I am scared about the future especially when it comes to_______________

Fear of _______ is keeping me stuck/holding me back

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TGIWednesday and clearing alien/foreign energies

TGIWednesday News

We have one more week that we are offering the Dark Energies Audio MP3 at a discount Click here for an automatic 20% off!

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Think of these sample suggested items to clear when you submit your email.

I am most afraid of ________________

_________scares/upsets me

I feel depressed and ____________

I am scared about the future especially when it comes to_______________

Fear of _______ is keeping me stuck/holding me back

Halloween and scary things bring up my childhood past and _____________

Submit your Top 3 to [email protected]

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Fish Food

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October 20th - NO SHOW THIS WEEK

October 27th - Rev Debbie | Our resident trans medium communications with your loved ones in spirit. Visit her Facebook page

November 3rd - Psychic Joanne Leo | Numerology/astrology/angel cards reading from the heart www.psychicjoanneleo.com

November 10th - NO SHOW THIS WEEK

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November 24th - Rev Debbie | Our resident trans medium communications with your loved ones in spirit. Visit her Facebook page

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From the Fish Box

"Many Blessings, Thank you for sharing your wisdom and positivity. That's how I keep in the realm of peace each day. These affirmations are perfect. Thank you." - John

Receive 24/7 Prayers from Jimmy

The 30-day service is now being offered exclusively and you also have the option of selecting an ongoing subscription ($95/month) which is managed through PayPal only.

Go deep sea "fishing" with Jimmy!

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TGIWednesday and clearing alien/foreign energies

TGIWednesday News

We have one more week that we are offering the Dark Energies Audio MP3 at a discount Click here for an automatic 20% off!

TGIWednesday Download

Monthly LIVE Zoom Event

NEXT WEDNESDAY OCTOBER 28th LIVE CALL 7:30pm-8pm Register to attend live & get replay - $22 https://calendly.com/jmh-calls/october-switches-event

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Theme for October: Clearing dark energies and fears

Think of these sample suggested items to clear when you submit your email.

I am most afraid of ________________

_________scares/upsets me

I feel depressed and ____________

I am scared about the future especially when it comes to_______________

Fear of _______ is keeping me stuck/holding me back

Halloween and scary things bring up my childhood past and _____________

Submit your Top 3 to [email protected]

LIVE Appearances - Free Healing

Tampa Office Sessions

FRIDAY KODAWARI YOGA STUDIOS

Fish Food

The Daily Bread To Feed The Fish

The Jimmy Mack Healing Show

October 20th - NO SHOW THIS WEEK

October 27th - Rev Debbie | Our resident trans medium communications with your loved ones in spirit. Visit her Facebook page

November 3rd - Psychic Joanne Leo | Numerology/astrology/angel cards reading from the heart www.psychicjoanneleo.com

November 10th - NO SHOW THIS WEEK

November 17th - Michael Sue Scott | Cards, and intuitive readings LIVE Visit her Facebook page

November 24th - Rev Debbie | Our resident trans medium communications with your loved ones in spirit. Visit her Facebook page

**Can't See The Full Email? Click Here to View Online**

From the Fish Box

"Many Blessings, Thank you for sharing your wisdom and positivity. That's how I keep in the realm of peace each day. These affirmations are perfect. Thank you." - John

Receive 24/7 Prayers from Jimmy

The 30-day service is now being offered exclusively and you also have the option of selecting an ongoing subscription ($95/month) which is managed through PayPal only.

Go deep sea "fishing" with Jimmy!

Level 1 is open to ANYONE at anytime! Click here to watch the Mastery video playlist

LEARN ABOUT CERTIFICATION HERE

For those who aren't familiar, here's the list of the MyBeliefWorks™ audio library.

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anotherererifanshippingcorner · 7 years ago

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Actor AU - ereri week day #5

I’ll keep being late, but I really want to write OS with all the prompt for the ereri week. This is the Actor AU from yesterday -though, it’s already 3 in the morning here (so two days ago i’m an horrible person), and I’ll be out in less the four our for a two-days family trip with no pc, so I’ll try to work on the rest on paper. Now, I really need to sleep. (sorry, I don’t know where pining!Levi came from...)

Rating: General Audience

Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin

Pairing: Eren Jaeger/Levi Ackerman

Word count: 1913

Additional tags: Alternative Universe - Modern Setting, Actor AU, Pining!Levi, Actor!Levi, Help director!Eren

Summary: One Shot for ereri summer week 2017, Actor AU

He wasn’t pining. He knew what the word meant – to miss or long for, as his generous friend and manager Erd liked to remember him. He had anything he had always longed for -a house that fit a man’s basic needs, a family, even if not blood related, a healthy condition and the job career of his childhood’s dreams-, so Levi rarely lost his patience when the guy started reprimanding him about not giving himself the chance to be happy. What did that mean, anyway? He was happy. He really didn’t need anything and wasn’t interested in nothing more than what he already owned. It wasn’t out of arrogance, an accuse that needed to be addressed since just being a well-know, successful actor seemed to qualify him as the perfectly stereotyped windbag. Levi was genuinely okay with himself. He had his good points and bad parts, as anyone, nothing more. The door opened, cutting short his mental soliloquy. “Good morning, Mr. Ackerman!” There. The help-director who has been assigned to him. Closing after him, Eren Jaeger walked toward Levi with his long, tight-black-jeans-hugged legs, combat boots, and a mouth-watering fitting olive green button down. His hands were full of take away cups and a bag from Levi’s favorite bakery shop. God, that deserved more than a simple “thank you”. “How many times do I have to tell you to call me Levi, you deaf brat?” Okay. Something went wrong during the brain-to-mouth part of the communication. “But sir-“ “No. Every day the exact same thing before we even get things started. Are you trying to offend me?” How was he so much more talented in screwing up all his not-work-related conversation than movie script? He may have accidentally terrified the kid -his big, clear, magnetic eyes were wide with concern and confusion. “NO! I would never dream of-“ “Then call me by my name as I asked you. We have been working together for months, no need for all this formality.” The look in his eyes gentled a little, his features softening with relief and a sweeter hint of affection. “It’s just hard to get unused to formalities, s- Levi.” “Mmh.” He wasn’t smiling, not really. “We’ll just have to get you used to it.” He didn’t mention the fact that they had more or less one last week of filming left, and Eren didn’t, either. He handed out one of the cups and then hesitated, fiddling with the paper bag. “Here is your tea. I, uhm, I was walking past the place you told me about on the way here, the one with fresh bagels and those awesome donuts we ate when your brought them here? I thought they’d make the day start better, since the filming process is getting pretty intense, plus you seemed a lot stressed last week, so… yeah.” Eren gave him the bag and Levi didn’t know if he should gaze in wonder at that or the boy sitting in front of him on the couch. He chose to check on the item in his hands, breathing in. Levi smelled the chocolate-praline coated bagel before seeing or touching it. “Careful, Eren, you’re spoiling me. I may ask you to abandon the movie making road and become my slave.” And that wasn’t meant to sound as sexual harassment. “W-well, I wouldn’t mind this little deviation to become a routine for the days to come, if you’re up for it. Bagel really seems to lighten your mood!” You lighten my mood. He put a hand on his mouth to not let that kind of bullshit escape him. They already talked about boot-licking behavior and how much Levi hated that shit. They barely knew each other when Levi reprimanded him about it, and even then Eren seemed sincere when he admitted how much he admired Levi and his movies and how he wanted to work hard to make sure he wasn’t going to be a burden for any of them. Levi still saw the same determination, though Eren was much more mellow and friendlier than in those first days. He liked that attitude. Soon, they found a rhythm -practicing lines on mornings in Levi’s dressing room until it was time to film. The perfect routine, one he fought to maintain when the director wanted to change filming times due to a not so important reason -Pixis thought Levi wasn’t sleeping enough, that he was giving a hard time to his make up and hair styling team, but that was stupid, he just wanted to be there in time every morning to review his lines with the boy. He started eating, looking over at Eren as he pulled out of his bag the script from today’s scenes and summed up them for Levi. His voice demanded to be listened to, rich and enthusiastic while articulating every word and sentence, and Levi couldn’t do anything but what he was supposed to do. Chocolate hair were brushed off by a strong looking hand, so delicate between between those locks, and Levi followed it until it disappeared, focusing instead on Eren’s eyes. Worse. He sighed and told Eren to hand him the script so he could refresh the lines in his head before they started to work seriously.

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“You’re being ridiculous.” “I’ve already heard that.” “Because you are! This is your ultimate chance! My God, Levi, you’ve been-“ “-pining on the help-director for moths! Why the two of you always talk about the same thing?! Don’t you get bored?” Erd turned around on the barstool and regarded Hanji, one out of two script’s co-writer, with a disapproving look. “You’re not helping, you know that?” “I can’t not-help something that isn’t even there, now, can I?” Levi shot her a dark look, sipping his drink with a frown. “Don’t you have lines to create instead of spitting bullshit here?” “We finished filming, honey!” “Don’t call me that.” “Aww, come on! Everyone knows, okay? Just go with the flow and see what happens! You two should talk and keep it slow, or meet up and fuck all day. But this sexual tension you’re emitting has to stop. It’s becoming hard staying around you. Literally” “Good.” She whined in annoyance. “Hanji is right. Stop pining after him and do something, dude!” He was not pining, for god sake- “Levi!” He shot around at Eren’s voice and located him walking over from the table where the crew was celebrating for the occasion. His smile was as big as theirs, only ten times brighter and cuter and his eyes where fucking shining under the bar’s faint lights. He wanted to run his hands on his cheeks and jaw and chin and caress those lips that kept forming his name and kiss him and see if they tasted as good as they were inviting- Fuck. He was definitely drunk -ish. “Why are the three of you here alone?! Well, you are three, so you’re not alone, but- you should come over!” Eren was cute when he drank too much. “You drank too much.” Right. No filter. Hanji held her laugh back, looking anywhere but at them, and Erd silently slipped away from the boot, siding her. “What are you talking about?! We are partying!” He threw his arms up, almost losing his balance in the action, and Levi shot forward, steadying the boy. “Stop, brat, you want to sprawl all over the floor or what?” “I want to get sprawled under you…” Eren threw his arms around his neck, this time, and Hanji couldn’t contain herself anymore -she burst out laughing, making meny heads turn around to regard them curiously. “Oh, wow. Okay, that’s our clue to leave!” Erd excused them with those word and dragged Hanji after him, while the woman kept crying out and shout thing like: “good luck with that, man!” He sighed, trying to keep Eren on his feet with his hands on the boy’s hips and ignoring what he said. “Stop saying shit. Come on, I’ll call you a taxi.” “Nooo. The party is not over, I came here to call you, not a taxi!” Levi was tired and drank and grumpy and he wanted to go home, but Eren stayed there, dead-weighing on Levi’s shoulders and muttering unintelligible shit in his ear. He sighed again, his heart was not jumping in his chest. “I’ll ride with you, okay? Let’s go, this is not a place for you in this state.” “But the others-“ “You look like you’re going to drop any moment.” “That’s not true! Stop treating me like a kid!” Eren struggled against him when Levi started to shove him out of the bar, not looking over at the table for even a second. “As you’re right now, you should be in bed.” “You could keep me company.” Levi moaned in displeasure. “You’re such a pain in the ass.” He leaned down and with a swift movement, he grabbed Eren’s leg for support, made pressure on his belly with his shoulder and lifted him up with a grunt, adjusting his weigh and keeping him still with his arm before walking over the door. “Put me down!” “As if.” “I can walk!” “It didn’t look like you wanted to.” “I’m going to spank you right now!” “Be my guest.” They left the bar, one more willing than the other, and Levi called for the taxi and moved closer to the edge of the sidewalk, were a bench was. He threw Eren there, minding he didn’t land too hard, and then sat down next to him. Eren almost instantly attached himself to Levi octopus style, making the actor wonder where he found so much agility when he seemed such a sluggish drunk. “Eren.” “Mmmmh.” “Move.” “I hno wanto.” Levi barely understood him. “I don’t care want you want, move.” He wasn’t agitated. He was perfectly calm. Eren didn’t move. “Eren.” “Mmmh.” “Eren-“ “You’r s’ comfy.” Levi freezed. Eren tightened his hold, nuzzling his face against the juncture of his shoulder and neck, making him shiver. Jesus fuckin- “I like your neck, it’s soft.” He spoke more clearly, taking a deep breath, then another. He was sniffing Levi. His heartrate was okay. It was all fucking good. Levi suddenly felt teeth against his neck and he barely held back a real moan, shocked at how quickly he had relaxed on that bench next to Eren. “Eren, we are drunk. Stop.” “Bt you wan me.” “What?” “I know. People talk. And I saw… when you thought I wasn’t lookin…” Levi swallowed, his throat so dry it hurt a little. And he was sweating, fucking gross! Eren’s words were sluggish, but understandably occasionally. He didn’t move his head and kept hugging him, as if he was afraid of letting him go. Levi just wanted to run. Or stay right where he was. “Why re you always s’ jumpy? I barely know what to do with myself when you… you re so… uh.” Levi’s arm found home on Eren’s bended shoulders, and the tension he felt in the boy’s voice seemed to leave his body, at least. “Not now, brat. We can- we can talk in the morning. Alright?” “You’ll be there?” “Uhm-“ “Stay on the couch. Or in my bed. Whatever.” “You seem awfully awake, right now.” “Not my fault.” Levi nuzzled him back a little, and the two of them waited the taxi. Erd was right -he was pining. But little did they know -Eren was pining too.

#ererievents #ererisummer2017 #ereriauweek #actor au #ereri #my writing #pining!Levi #kind of funny #day 5 #drunk dorks #i want to keep writing but i'm so sleepy #3 a.m. work #sorry

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doyueng · 8 years ago

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To the Skies! (01)

Word Count: 1.9K

Pairing: EXO OT12/Reader (for now)

Notes: volleyball! au, haikyuu! au, highschool! au

Summary: You’re the manager of the boisterous Yonsei High’s volleyball team. After a terrible defeat at last year’s tournament, you guys are determined to win it back this year. Maybe with the help of an old friend of yours…?

A/N: Since this is a volleyball au, there will be some jargon but it won’t really affect the flow of the story if you don’t know them! Also, I try to include the definitions without making it too unnatural in this chapter. I’m no volleyball expert and this is only based on what I know so bear with me!

The sound of worn out shoes squeaking on the wooden floors echo throughout the gym. Every few seconds, you hear a ball bounce on the ground. The open double doors welcome the fresh scent of spring, but is overpowered by the smell of sweat inside the building. The humidity hangs in the air and lingers around you.

You stand outside the court and next to the net, observing the hustling boys. They’re in the middle of a practice match against each other, but their intensity is second to none. Every serve, every spike, and every dig, they pour all their energy into it. The Inter-High Tournament is right around the corner and we were not about to lose again. Our defeat last year was the biggest upset in the sports world. We were favorites, but didn’t even make it to semi-finals. The state of the team was a mess. The same with our reputation, needless to say. But eventually, with the help of Coach Lu and our Captain, the team got back on its feet. Our eyes are set on victory, and victory only.

“Baekhyun!” Sehun eyes the small boy in front of the net as he runs up. Sehun leaps up, way above the net and slams the ball that floats into his palm right on the end line. Amazing. You’ve seen this play millions of times but Baekhyun and Sehun’s quick set is no joke. In the whole league, no one can pull it off but these two. Baek manages to send the ball right into Sehun’s hands as he slams it down, giving the opponents no time to react. Even if they could, Sehun’s sheer strength will knock down them over. He isn’t our team’s Ace for nothing.

“Nice kill!” Chanyeol and Jongdae slap him on the back. Sehun gives a satisfied look to Baek and pumps his fist. On the other side, Yixing and Tao exchange a ‘yikes’ look, as Tao goes to pick up the ball that drilled right between the two of them. Since they’re both first-years, they still aren’t used to Sehun’s power spikes even after a few months.

Speaking of the two newbies, they aren’t too bad themselves. You fumble through your jacket pocket and pull out your pen. You turn flip to the front of your book where the 'player notes’ are and find Yixing and Tao.

Zhang Yixing (#8): Wing Spiker. S: Topspins. All-rounded. Can also set if needed. Very agile but moves with instinct. More doing, less thinking.

Huang Zitao (#9): Middle Blocker. S: Jump Serves. Better defense than offense. Can receive hard spikes. Exceptional at blocking. High athletic abilities.

You jot down some more notes as the game progresses. It’s your job to make sure they integrate well with the rest of the team. So far, there’s no problem, as they all get along and have similar play styles.

You’ve been the team’s manager since your first year here at Yonsei High. The Coach knew about you in middle school and raced to recruit you. You were the manager of your middle school volleyball team, that made it into the papers as well. Your observation skills and game knowledge are well known. You’ve proved to be an important asset to the team.

“Amazing save!” Tao gawks at Kyungsoo, who just bumped Sehun’s insane spike right to Minseok, our third-year setter.

“As expected of our libero,” the team captain Junmyeon chimes in with pride besides you. He’s right. Kyungsoo is one of the best liberos you’ve ever seen, if not the best. He can even return Sehun’s offensive plays. Kyungsoo’s footwork is top-notch and on top of that, his game sense is incredible. He thinks two or three steps ahead and is always composed during matches. He is indeed the ‘guardian deity’ of our team. His saves are almost godly.

“Alright! Match point!” The score is 24-21, with Sehun, Baekhyun, Jongdae, and Chanyeol on the winning team. Minseok, Tao, Kyungsoo, and Yixing all have determined looks on their faces. They weren’t going down without a fight.

It’s Sehun’s serve. He stands far behind the serving line and takes a deep breath. He does his serving ritual: bounce the ball three times with both hands, spins it in his palms, and throws it up high towards the line. Right after, he follows up and dashes after the ball, eyes fixed. With a quick swing of his arms, the ball goes flying towards the other side, zooming right past everyone and onto the right corner of the court. It’s in.

His teammates all crowd around him and cheer.

“You cheeky brat!” Jongdae says, hitting him in the arm.

“Always have to show off, don’t you?” Chanyeol sneers. They all joke around but they’re all glad they won. I mean, it would be embarrassing to lose against two first-years. Not that they were bad, but you know.

Oh wait. You quickly turn to Sehun’s page and scribble down ‘improved control of his jump serves. now fast and accurate’. Sehun always had a nasty serve, and we all knew it. But of course that came with a cost. It’s not that easy to control such a powerful serve. So it’s a double-edged sword. When it would be in, however, let’s just say they’re pretty impossible to receive. Statistically wise, you would say that now, it works 75% of the time. You finish up the notes for the rest of the team. This notebook is pretty much your bible. Statistics, probabilities, analysis, match-ups, you have it all.

Coach Lu blows his whistle to end the game, and gathers the whole team around.

“You all worked hard,” he starts. “But not good enough. Do you guys think we’ll even get past the first round in this shape?” his voice is harsh, but sincere. Lu looks at every single player with intensity and they’re all silent. You review the match in your head and can’t help but agree. Though there were good plays, there were also many times the team was a mess. Miscommunication, spikes that could have been blocked, sets that were off, and so many botched receives. Our team is good, undoubtedly. We have so much individual talent. But there’s just something missing.

“We need to work on our unity. As you saw in the practice, we won’t even come close to the top tier teams in the city,” Junmyeon adds.

“Basically. Get your shit together. You all want to win right?” Coach Lu declares with a strong voice.

“Yes, Coach!!” echos through the gym, and you see their eyes light up with a new flame. The meeting continues as everyone discusses their merits and faults, and conjuring ways to improve the state of the team. You listen intently, calculating all the factors in your head. Then at the end, as always, you share your insight with them, which is usually followed by “ooo's” and “aahh's”. You find it especially cute because they would pay such close attention and absorb everything they heard to a T.

This time, they give you a look of enlightenment and tackle you with endless hugs.

“Y/N, you’re the best!”

“You always know what to say!”

“You’re so right!! I’ll go work on it right away!”

After the shower of compliments, they rush back onto the court and start practicing right away. You can’t help but smile at how hard they always work and how much they appreciate you.

“Thanks again, Y/N,” Sehun says as he places his hand on your head. He has his signature smile, and his hair damp from the game.

“Get off, your hand is heavy,” you make a face as you push his hand away. Honestly you just wanted to keep yourself from blushing. You may or may not have the tiniest crush on Sehun since last year… Seriously though, it was almost impossible not to. Considering that fact that a) he’s super tall and handsome and buff, b) he’s amazingly good at volleyball, c) you spend 70% of your day with him, and d) how he has the cutest laugh in this entire universe. You snap out of it and usher him towards the courts.

“Go practice! You may be the ace but you can’t slack off, okay?” you try to sound tough but it obviously didn’t work since he just laughs at you.

“Okay, okay. Whatever our cute little manager says~” he says playfully before joining Kyungsoo with peppering. You blush at the word ‘cute’ and curse yourself for being so soft. You see Coach Lu and Advisor Fan on the sidelines with knowing grins on their faces. You give them a wry look before heading into the office to organize the charts.

You lean back into the soft cushion of the spinny chair and let out a sigh of relief. It’s been a rough day for sure. The stress has been piling up from the approach of the tournament and it’s not going to get any better for you or the rest of the team as well. After a few moments of serenity, you prop yourself up on the chair and start tidying up the mess on the table. Coach Lu and Advisor Fan aren’t the most ordered people… Well that’s why you’re there. You gather all the loose papers and one catches your eye.

Isn’t this a club application…? You flip the paper back and forth before reading the contents. It’s fairly new so it can’t be one of the member’s form. That’s odd. It’s almost halfway into the school year. You push your thoughts aside and review the application. Hmm… Another wing spiker… he’s played since 4th grade? Not too shabby… Specialties are spikes and jump serves… Just like Sehun… Wait, he qualified for nationals in his middle school? What the- this would be an amazing asset to our team… You get so excited and instantly run all the scenarios through your head. With this, your team’s spot at championships will almost be set in stone.

You take the paper and practically fly out of the office doors.

“Coach! We have a newcomer?” you shout at the two men sitting at the benches. Coach Lu widens his eyes and gapes.

“Oh shit, I forgot to tell everyone. I was so caught up…” he starts mumbling to himself again.

“This is great! He’ll be an excellent addition to the team!”

“Yeah, I thought so too, that’s why I made an exception so he can join the team. It seems that he’s a transfer student this late in the year…” our club advisor Fan adds.

“I’ll assure you, he’s an amazing player… I’ve seen his skills with my own eyes,” Coach Lu reminisces, and looks over at Sehun, who’s jumping all over the court. “Ho… he might even be better than our Sehunnie.”

A complete look of shock takes over your face. Better than Sehun? The Coach says so? “Just who is this person…?” you ask out loud. The two of them raise their eyebrows at you and tilt their heads to the side.

“Y/N… he was on your team,” Advisor Wu says, unamused. Huh?

“Did you forget already?” he gives you a look of disbelief. “There’s no way. I watched your team play three whole years ago and the image of him flying in the air and smacking down that ball right past the other’s team libero never leaves my mind. He’s one of the best I’ve seen,” Coach Lu nods twice to himself with closed eyes.

You stand there dumbfounded with the paper hanging between your fingers. There’s only one person that it could be. You lift the paper slowly into your line of vision.

Applicant Name: Kim Jongin

No. Fucking. Way.

A/N: Thanks for reading! I think this chapter is a bit more volleyball focused…?I’m not sure how I should write this (in terms of less vball and more plot? or this amount is ok?). If you guys have any feedback, please let me know! ^^

#to the skies #sehun fanfic #kyungsoo fanfic #yixing fanfic #suho fanfic #minseok fanfic #luhan fanfic #kris fanfic #tao fanfic #volleyball au #haikyuu au #highschool au

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ecotone99 · 5 years ago

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[MF] A Gods Scorn

Two men sat lazily on the tower walls chatting and laughing happily, exchanging many obscure and odd jokes. They should be vigilante at their post but the neigh impregnable wall that they sat upon hadn't been attacked in centuries. These men wore bright and shiny armor that twinkled brilliantly in the sun. The armor only bolstered their arrogance.

Suddenly one of the guards perked up seeing that his superior and also close friend was heading their way. As he jumped up preparing to welcome his friend, he stopped midway noticing that he was guiding two lavishly dressed people with noble and upright auras radiating lightly from them.

The guard quickly smack his friend and signaled to him with his eyes. Not missing a beat the other guard quickly stood to his feet and stood at rapt attention.

As the group neared the two guards they stood as straight as they could manage, even to the extent of their spines making slight popping sounds.

"Ah! Your majesty! These here are my finest warriors! They have achieved maximum scoring in all respective tests!" The man leading the two said. A amiable smile resting across his handsome face. His eyes resting ever so slightly on the woman that followed a half beat behind the man. However, it was only for a brief moment as he would never dare to look to heavily at her figure as she was many times stronger than him. In fact if she so wished it she could wave her hand and he would explode into mist never knowing how he died. But truly the guard couldn't be blamed. The woman was gorgeous. Her hair flowed behind her like waves of silky fabric and reflected the bright sun making it look like she was glowing. Her eyes blue like the most pure water and a perfect face that only the gods could have crafted.

"I see." a gruff voice responded. The man standing in front of the woman wore a brilliant purple robe embroidered with countless jewels and gold. A majestic crown stood upon his head shining brilliantly. The mans face was also immaculate. His face the picture perfect of symmetry. He had stern brown eyes that shown with radiance. It truly was no exaggeration to say that these two people embodied beauty.

The king looked over the two guards silently as the guards stood even straighter not daring to look him in the eyes. "They are passable. I will allow them to become guards to the palace and if they do well enough they may move further." the king said lightly. Although his voice was soft the authority carried in his voice was natural, bringing awe to the three guards.

The king then turned to leave but he suddenly stopped looking over the wall seeing a figure walk ever so slowly towards the grand wall they stood upon. The figure looked poor and the clothes were all in tatters making for a truly miserable sight.

The two guards followed their kings eyesight and also spotted the lone figure. One guard seizing the initiative plucked a bow from the ground and knocked an arrow. Sneering he pulled back the string with all his strength and aimed at the figure. The guard released the arrow and as if it was a bullet fired from a gun and the arrow shot forward nearly invisible to the naked eye.

But to their astonishment the bullet like arrow missed and the figure was no where to be seen. The guards look at each other in confusion before gasping in utter shock.

Behind the guard that had fired the arrow was the same rough looking figure that they had seen below. They now noticed that the man had a blindfold covering his eyes and an aura of solemnity surrounded him. Before the guards and the king could react further they all felt an invisible pressure weigh down on them making them completely incapable of movement. Even opening an eyelid was a strenuous task to them.

The kings eyes widened ever so slightly under the pressure realizing the power was something very similar to him and without hesitation he dropped to the ground and knelt before the figure. Seeing their majestic and mighty king kneel, the guards and woman without hesitation followed suit and knelt.

"I wish to have an abode and food." The rough looking man said staring directly at the king.

"Of course lord! My daughter, the princess, will guide you!" The king said without even raising his head. The man looked over at the woman slightly and grunted in affirmation the invisible pressure disappearing from their shoulders. The king, woman, and guards all let out a sigh of relief inside but didn't dare do so on the outside and kept their poise.

The Princess not missing a beat stood up and bowed with a flattering smile "I will guide you my liege." The woman's voice was soft and gave a calm comforting feeling.

The rough man only grunted in response. Although she was given a rude response the woman didn't bat an eye and her smile stayed firm on her face not even twitching slightly.

As the two walked away under the guide of the princess, the guards felt a surge of jealousy and disdain appeared in their hearts. In all regards other than strength they were better than the man! In looks and status they are obviously better but the princess is guiding him purely out of the mans strength! He was also blind!

Noticing the three guards distorted faces the king said nothing only sneering at them in his minds. That mans strength was at the realm of gods! Who would dare go against or think disdainful thoughts about such a being. Most likely if that man wished it he could change his form at will. He will have to dispose of these idiots later as they might cause trouble for his kingdom.

The two walked through the cobble stone streets in silence. The people of the streets made way for the pair for one simple reason. The princess was walking through! The princess was the jewel of their kingdom. She was a talented demon-slayer as well as a pious follower of the church. Not to mention her stunning looks! All the men of the kingdom worshiped her but didn't dare dream of her in any capacity. Seeing the man following her with such ragged clothes and a blind fold indicating that he was blind contempt shone on their faces. Such a terrible person! He dares walk with the jewel of the kingdom! His mere presence is destroying her highness's beautiful image. Indignance and disgust was written clearly on the peoples faces but none dared to act as it was her highness choice with which who she walks with.

The man continued to follow the princess and had clearly noticed the peoples gazes but thought nothing of it. He was used to such gazes.

After arriving at the castle and entering smoothly the princess guided the man into a luxurious room. The room was adorned with paintings, smooth comfortable rugs, and padded furniture. Moving a chair out from the table he sat down quietly.

"Your lordship would you like some food?" The princess said giving a slight bow.

The blindfolded man simply nodded at her question.

The princess acknowledged the meaning behind the gesture and left the room signaling a maid to bring food to the room. The princess then re-entered the room and stood behind the man respectfully.

After a long period of silence the food finally arrived. The maid said nothing as she kept her head down while setting the table. After setting the table and placing down the food the maid left hurriedly as she wasn't qualified to stay in the room without her highness's permission.

The princess watched the man as he simply looked at the food. Fearing something was wrong the princess hurriedly examined the food "Your lordship is the food not to your liking?"

Saying nothing, the man continued to look at the food. Finally he picked up one of the many fruits on the plate and took a bite. After taking a bite he followed it with another and another until he cleared the plate near instantly.

Sighing in relief the princess didn't move and continued to stay to his side waiting for any instructions.

The man picked up the napkin and dabbed his mouth slowly. "Tell me what you want." He said slowly.

The princess's eyes widened in surprise but recovered hastily "I wish to be your lordships student and learn under you!" the princess said kneeling down.

The man said nothing and simply looked off in the distance. After a long agonizing silence for the princess he finally answered "You are not qualified."

At his answer the princess's eye couldn't help but twitch. Not qualified?! She was indignant. She is the most talented person in Haven and none of the other kingdoms shelter city geniuses could hold a candle to her! If she isn't qualified then who?! She also had never heard of this man. He was treated so well simply because of his power display! Given a few years she would definitely be stronger. Finally unable to keep her anger restrained she blurted out "Why not?! Why am i not qualified?!"

"... do you truly wish to know why?" He said unhurriedly.

"Yes!" she said nodding fiercely.

"Very well. I'll tell you." He stood up slowly. As he stood the pressure that he exuded before on the walls came back once more.

The princess shriveled back in fear as the pressure got heavier and heavier.

"You are not qualified because you are stained. Your arrogance and disdain towards those lesser than you is well hidden but is clear as day to me. Your despise of the people that live in the hell like landscape that is the outer reaches is disgusting. You think that they are worms tainted with blighted blood and heretics that are to stupid to be aware of gods. You disdain people that do all they can to survive in hell while you yourself live in heaven. You're disgusted by the prostitutes that sell themselves to get food but your ignorant towards the lack of choice that they have and the fear of being powerless. You never want for food so you never feel the pains of hunger, the gnawing sensation that eats at your core and makes your mind befuddled and weak. You've never needed to worry about money but you're disgusted by people that do anything for it. You use water copiously and wash at least two times every day but you hate the smell of someone who has never bathed in their life because the water is strictly for drinking. You hate them for their lack of faith or knowledge about the gods even though they have never once been introduced even the knowledge of such a being existing. You think you have power but it is nothing in front of me. The so called 'gods' that you follow and the 'power' they gave you is nothing but a sheet of glass to me. Worst of all however is that you don't realize your weakness. You don't realize that without your 'divine' power granted by the 'gods' you are nothing. You are a weak an vulnerable human without them but you still persist in arrogance that you are superior." He walked towards her the pressure turning so strong that everyone in the castle felt suffocated "Not just you either. Your people and all people from all the different 'god chosen zones' are arrogant and conceited. Do you know where my power comes from? I can assure you it doesn't come from the 'gods'. No. It comes from myself. I have weathered all the terrible things this world could throw at me and became stronger because of it. Your heart that has experienced no struggles is like glass. While my heart is iron. When i was 10 i was weak and a poor scavenger. One day a beast horde came and killed the fellow scavengers that lived near me. Fearing death i dove into a cave to survive. In the cave even more terrifying beings existed and for two more years i survived. Then one day i was caught by a demon." He removed the blindfold covering his eyes to reveal the are where his eyes should be but instead only skin was seen. "The demon sew my eyes shut and tortured me for four more years. By that time my skin had grown and attached sealing off my sight forever. In the process however i learned to control my senses to the maximum gaining a sixth sense in the process. The demon was off guard because after all how could such a weak boy that was blind do anything to such an exalted being. But in the end i killed it and consumed its blood gaining strength in the process. I then looked for more demons, intoxicated by the strength gained hoping that once i gained enough strength perhaps my eyes maybe restored. So i hunted. At first it was difficult with a lot of close calls but eventually it became child's play. Demons were nothing more than bugs beneath my feet. Then one of your 'gods' took notice and offered me in all of his grace for me to become a loyal follower. So i dragged him down from the sky and killed him consuming his blood." Unnervingly he stared straight at the princess as though his eyes still existed "You are not worthy 'princess' the only one worthy of learning is one of the so called 'wretches' in the outer reaches struggling for survival. Only those with a pure soul that persevere in times of pain and suffering and don't turn black deserve my teachings. But you princess, your soul is black and dirty." Leaning back he put back on his blindfold before turning to look at the princess cowering in the corner defecating on herself. With a sneer he looked out the window towards the city and bellowed "SO TELL YOUR PEOPLE! TELL YOUR SO CALLED GODS! I AM A TRUE GOD! ALL OTHER GODS ARE LIES! THE GODS FIGHT BUT CAN NEVER KILL EACH OTHER BUT I CAN! I AM A GOD SLAYER AND I SCORN THOSE SO CALLED GODS THAT SIT LOFTILY IN THE CLOUDS DISDAINING THOSE BELOW! I CARE FOR ALL HUMANITY, FOR ALL THOSE THAT CRY OUT IN DESPAIR OR FEAR I CARE FOR THEM!" The voice was heard throughout the whole city. He then turned back to the princess and gave a bright smile "You are not worthy."

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saritashoemaker · 8 years ago

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Pain was at 8 out of 10 almost every day. If I did NOTHING then the pain went down to 3. If I even walked up steps it would go to 5 or 6 for 24 hours. I’d rest and it would feel better so I tried to “live normally” and work…which means I would be hiking trails, running, walking at boot camp.

Friend Ann Archinal had mentioned 1 million times that I should check into Regenexx’s procedure and possibly be part of a Clinical Trial. Began the process but was told I had to be “qualified” by a Regenexx doctor, which required an MRI. I found a doctor in Simi Valley on Alamo Street (right around the corner from where I live).

Work continued to antagonize my knees and since it got worse and worse we opted to get an MRI at Ventura Orthopedic in Simi Valley, CA. That cost $400.

MRI on right knee only was analyzed and sent to my sports chiropractor Dr. David Sommer, Sommer Sports Chiropractic in Simi Valley, CA. He explained the findings. MRI showed torn meniscus and burst baker’s cyst in my left knee. DISCOVERED LATER: Bone spurs and arthritis in my right knee.

Set appointment for Regenexx doctor in Simi. Just to see him cost $350. Went to appointment, he reviewed MRI and told me I was a candidate. Offered three solutions: cut, stem cell, do nothing. He said he would do Stem Cell for $9700 for ONE knee. He printed two pieces of paper from his website and charged me another $100. I left there pissed and resigned with the fact that I would never get my knees repaired.

Went to Facebook, Regenexx’s site. Posted that I had been quoted $9,200 for my knee. Immediately replies started to pop up, One said “$1,700 in Texas” which prompted me to begin researching other possibilities. One hour later I discovered that Regenexx had removed my post PLUS all of the replies and information. DANG IT. Luckily I’d written down a few notes and discovered a realistic solution.

Found Dr. Venkatesh Movva and called to find out if I could go there and what the cost would be. Quoted $6,000 for both knees (he would need to see my right knee himself and agreed to do this without the MRI).

THE PROCEDURE – TIME LINE

Tuesday August 23rd to Saturday August 27th

One little love bug living at my Air BNB place.

Tuesday. Day 1 flew to Texas (round trip tickets American Airlines $204 through Hotwire), got a rental car (Hertz $200) and drove to my Air BNB place in Grapevine Texas ($262) which I highly recommend you book.

Wednesday. Day 2 arrive at Dr Venkatesh Movva’s office at 9:00am and filled in paperwork and paid for both knees to have the Regenexx Stem Cell procedure. At about 11:00am I had injections by Dr Movva that I was told would inspire my body to send my blood to my knees to prepare for my stem cell injection the following day. Left after an hour and drove to a nice outdoor mall and wandered around. Noted that I was in less pain (I’d say 25%) and got a bit excited.

Day two! Bone marrow draw. Wore my PEACE headgear to keep calm.

Thursday. Day 3 arrived at 9:00am for bone marrow draw. You lie down on a table face down and injections to numb my hip area are done. It was numb. Dr Movva drew 3 vials of my bone marrow. It did not hurt at all and I was wide awake. I felt a sort of heavy pressure on my hip bones. Sent to lunch and then returned. My marrow had been split into platelets and stem cells. The stem cells were injected into my knees. This hurt a tiny bit and I think it was mostly because I was able to watch it happen (since I was on my back and wide awake). A little spray can was used in the areas the needles were going into. There was really no pain, just a “fullness” in the joint area. Sent to meet with the Physical Therapist for my PT assignment, fit for two knee braces and a set of crutches (same building) then directed to go home and STAY OFF MY LEGS.

Friday. Day 4 arrived at 10:00am to get my final injection which was my platelets. This hurt more than anything else. One side hurt way more than the other . Dr Movva said my reaction was the same as every other person and was normal.

Saturday. Day 5 got up super early to get to car rental return (Hertz) and fly home (American Airlines) from Dallas/Fort Worth. Hertz was ready (I was alone and called ahead telling them of my “stay off your knees” circumstances) to pick me up and take me to the airport in a private car! When I got dropped off a DFW employee scooped me up with a wheel chair and took me to my gate. I was embarrassed to use this but MAN it was necessary!

Followed instructions of NO RUNNING OR IMPACT for 5 weeks.

Began slowly. Tried Aqua Running before the 5 weeks was up and directed by Dr. Movva to go at 25% only (which I did).

I was 50% on doing my PT which I regret.

MONTH 1 SEPTEMBER

Went on a vacation to Oregon. Biked and walked a lot, braces on made it cumbersome. Knocking my knees a lot (the braces are very stabilizing…and HUGE) and tripping when they caught on each other. Knees had a slight pain but it was dull. Pain would be 3 out of 10. Did my PT 4 times a week average. It was tough stuff but when I did it I felt less pain the following day. My PT took 60 minutes not rushing.

MONTH 2 OCTOBER

Began walking slowly and jogged a little. Less pain. Knees felt unstable as though they were loose. Work was easier and I was able to run exercise stations and demonstrate (without extra weight). PT was 2-3x per week, regrettably. Began mountain bike riding and road rides for 1-2 hours at least once a week but started to feel pain on the back of my knees after a lot of uphill climbing. Continued to fall back on my “pain” habits such as gripping stairwell banisters, going down steps one at a time and slowly…mentally I feel like I’m shedding these go-to practices that always helped me alleviate the pain.

MONTH 3 NOVEMBER

Lots of activity, braces off. PT remained 2-3x per week. Again noticing how strong knees felt the day following PT. By end of October I was doing squats, running trails and road SLOWLY (partly because it has been years of low activity and my cardio was weak). Mountain bike riding was easier so I began pushing myself. Signed up for Spartan training and dialed it back on any lower body exercises. Noticed the pain in my knees when I did burpees (the kick out) so stopped. Pain stayed and moved to a 4 so I wrote to Dr. Movva and he replied right away despite being in India where he helps children (love that). He offered a Booster PRP procedure and said he would not charge me for it if I could get into the offices for the one-day procedure.

MONTH 4 DECEMBER

Feeling good and better after resting and staying mostly immobile during our time off of camp. It couldn’t have been better timing to have a break. I did no running, stopped drinking alcohol through the New Year! Focused on healthier nutrition during the down time. Felt like my knees were recovered.

MONTH 5 JANUARY

Started the year off slowly but eventually riding and running trails (slowly). No PT at all but do not feel the need for it because I feel stable and strong in my knees. RAN stadium at Moorpark twice, walked up and ran down Hummingbird Trail and Chumash. Ran /Walked Tapo Open Space. Things are stronger and no pain.

MONTH 6 FEBRUARY

Able to squat down low with kettle bells (26 and 18 lbs), swinging bells, burpees, jump rope and continued road and trail hiking.

Overall my experience was incredible. The only part of my procedure that was awful was visiting the arrogant local “authorized doctor” to find out if I was a “candidate” for the Regenexx procedure.

CURRENTLY (APRIL 2017)

Wow. I’m SO HAPPY I got this procedure. I am able to participate in pretty much any activity (with training) that I want from being a boot camper to running trails and road. I am mentally still worried to push the envelope and blow my knees out – but so far I’ve had no pain at all. LIKE AT ALL.

One thing that began in 2013 was my knee going out of it’s joint. That is very painful. It’s “almost” happened on both knees a few times in the past two months. Randomly I’ll be moving my legs (like swinging them onto the bed or into the truck to sit) and a knee will get that pang of pain. It takes my breath away instantly then is gone – no remnants. I believe I just need to keep strengthening the surrounding tissue by USING my legs and following the PT work.

I would only recommend Dr. Venkatesh Movva. He can review your MRI and tell you the truth from any place on earth. Just get your MRI and send it to him.

If you do end up using his services, be sure you mention you read my blog. He will appreciate knowing and maybe (just maybe) give you a “Sarita special deal”!

Read on if you are bored and/or interested in my sob story! It’s so fun!

MY PITY PARTY

AKA more explanation on HOW I became injured and what we went through

Pain began three years prior (2013) in my left knee and got worse over the years. No ONE event happened. I was very active as a kid into my high school years playing soccer, softball and volleyball. I got tons of injuries, mostly twisted ankles, that I’m sure I did not allow to heal properly before jumping back into my sport.

At age 38 I became a boot camp owner which “required” teaching exercises, running road and trails. My life went from cubicles to running around the planet and it was AWESOME!!!!!!!!!

After the pain in my left knee began I backed off. It was an up and down ride on recovery inbetween visits to my chiropractor for therapy and my massage therapist for relief and excruciating fun on my IT band. The pain was undiagnosed because we did not have insurance and I am a “suck it up” type of person.

Eventually, over three years, I went from running races and training for them (25K Bulldog, Half Marathons, Xterra) and our boot camp regular trail running to walking races and trails for our boot camp to just sitting in the car because I could NOT ascend one of my favorite trails without paying for it dearly.

We finally saved enough money to get an MRI. This is after spending the three years going to chiropractic and massage for relief (which I did have, but then I’d go run again and it would return even worse).

MRI showed a torn meniscus with a Baker’s cyst that burst. NO WONDER I WAS IN PAIN ALL THE TIME.

Spent too much time trying to become a candidate for a Regenexx “Clinical Trial” which may have happened but I did not live in Colorado and/or they didn’t care who I was or my situation.

My friend Ann had the procedure for her knee and a shoulder injury and she was back up and operational in a short amount of time.

I decided to get myself to a doctor to find out if I was a candidate. We had to pay $350 just to sit in the room with this doctor and he looked at my MRI then described the few options: stem cell, surgery, nothing (pain management…aka pills).

He said he could handle my left torn meniscus with stem cell but it was not guaranteed (of course). Stem cell meant there would be no tissue removed and I was good with that. It would be my own stem cells…good with that. I would only need to pay him $9200 for it. He printed me two more pieces of paper FROM HIS WEBSITE then sent me on my way…after charging me another $100.

I left his office PISSED at his arrogance and certain I’d never get this procedure.

The next day I went to the Regenexx Facebook Page and left a note for everyone to read (or it was a comment, it has since been removed): “Got a quote for a torn meniscus and baker’s cyst in my left knee for $9200. This is way more expensive than I expected.”

Immediately comments began popping up from other folks that were in the forum. Most people were commenting on how much they’d paid. One person posted “$1,700 in Texas”. I almost fell out of my chair.

I hobbled downstairs to Randy’s office to tell him the good news!

From there my quest became locating the doctor that had given this procedure for this price. I logged back into Facebook to find the person and ask more questions. THE POST WAS COMPLETELY REMOVED. Like 100% gone.

Side note: every post I have made complimenting them is never replied to, answered, response of a ‘thanks’ in all of my social media. I think I must have hit a nerve?

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On my way home…waiting at DFW.

I kept the tool used to get to my bone marrow.

Day 1 injections.

One of my knees and the needle being inserted.

One of my knees and needle inserted.

I’m really doing this!

The big machine that helps Dr. Movva see where to inject.

Got nails done prior just in case I had to take my shoes off!

Post injections, just took braces off. Feeling good!

My Favorite Stem Cell Team

My stem cells and my platelets – aren’t they dreamy! With Dr. Venkatesh Movva.

more to come!

T Pain was at 8 out of 10 almost every day. If I did NOTHING then the pain went down to 3.

#bone spur #EXERCISING #Injuries #Regenexx #Regenixx #running a stadium staircase #Simi Valley #Simi Valley California #SNOW SHOEING #Spartan #Stem Cell #Stem Cell Procedure #Torn meniscus #trail running #Training for Spartan #Venkatesh Movva

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