meer of my wedding

I was thinking of writing this for months but ii never could end it it sat un finished on my page and I think I finally have it now as I finish it on the spot. It came to me when sleeping and I decided why not finish it to go for the fic writing contest. So thats what im doing I decided to do vrienden cuz it fit the best. I thought what if Racheal was in the hospital what if she was dying and joey and monica and chandler and pheobe were all stuck in asia the only one near her was Ross and he was stuck fighting his feelings trying not to break down.
Hope u like it. Hope its not to sad, and some...

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, expect what's in my apartment, and well, my mind.
Rating: R-ish.
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Mac forcefully pushed Stella up against the scarlet red, smooth uithangbord of his bedroom of his apartment, pinning her against it. Stella felt strong hands plant themselves on her wrists and then gently, yet expertly, pinned those against the uithangbord as well. The rest of her body was pushed up door his own body weight. She could feel his warmth, his heat. She felt his abdominal muscles tightened and felt his hart-, hart race. He smirked at her, taking in all that...

[Disclaimer: I do not own CSI: NY of the character they belong to Anthony Zuiker, Jerry Bruckheimer, and CBS. I do not gain any profit from these stories.

Author’s Note: This is a one-shot where Mac reflects on his life. The lyrics in italics are to the song “Simple Man” door Lynyrd Skynyrd. I was inspired to write this fic while listening to the song for like the thousandth time the other day, to me it fits Mac perfectly.]

Simple Man

I was sitting alone in my office one dag after a tough case had just closed and was reflecting on my life so far.

“My mama told me when I was young
Said sit...

His Eyes-Part 4

Rating: R. A very, VERY solid R.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, outside of my laptop that I’m writing this on and my mind.

Stella, though a little bummed door the lack of realness of her dream, was still extremely excited for what was going to happen to her tonight. She couldn’t wait to see what Mac had in store for her later that night. All she had to do was just get though this day…without a)telling anybody-which wouldn’t happen anyways; b)making it obvious that she wanted Mac in front of her co-workers; and c)not wanting to bust out in a Molly Ringwald-esque dance ala The...