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leah-lover · 3 days

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Misunderstanding. Nika muhl x reader.

Jealous Nika.

You weren't a starter in your team but the coach knew you were what the team needed. Iowa was down 15 points to UConn and you only had one quarter left to win or your dream of winning march madness would be gone.

You didn't have a good relationship with your coach. You two had your differences. You disagreed often which left you on the bench. But tonight UConn was the better team. They had all their best players on the floor . They were comfortable both offensively and defensively. So when the coach came to you to sub you on you knew exactly what your role was. You were on the floor to make them as uncomfortable as you could. You had to disrupt their flow and help your team.

You were successful in the task you were given. You made UConn uncomfortable which allowed Iowa to score enough points to win the game and advance to the final. Despite your huge and impactful effort that helped your team win the game, you still weren't in your coach’s good graces.

You were again benched on the final which your team won but it didn't feel like a victory to you because you were hardly on the floor. As a result in the postseason you decided to request another School. It didn't matter which one all you cared about was being in a team that valued you.

It took a week for you to get the first offer. You were surprised when you saw that it was UConn who asked to have you. You must have made an impression after your last performance.

UConn’s legacy was mesmerizing, so you agreed to their offer as soon as they made it.

By 2 months you were in your new dorm getting ready to meet your new team.

You were very nervous at the beginning. You didn't want anything to go wrong. Your old relationships with your teammates were so bad you would rather retire than go through that experience again. Luckily, your new team wasn't that bad. You quickly bonded with a lot of your teammates like KK Arnold, Izzi and ice. You felt comfortable in your new home at the start of pre pre-season. The more comfortable you got the more flirtatious you got. You would make jokes about it and your teammates would tease you about it too. The victim of your flirtatious attempt was Izzi. You didn't do it so that you two would end up together, you just found it fun to flirt with her. Your flirtatious attempts were going on all season.

One day after a huge win, the team decided to go out and celebrate in a bar near campus. It was you, Izzi, Paige, nika, and ice. After a few drinks you all decided to head to the dance floor where you danced with Izzi. After a while you looked next to you only to find only you two left on the dance floor. Needing a break you decide to go out for some air.

“ I guess it got all hot for you in there too.” you say to Nika when you meet her outside.

“ No, not all of us were dancing like nobody was there.” she replied with an annoyed tone.

“ What is that supposed to mean?”

“ Nothing, just forget it. I am gonna go back to campus.” she says and leaves. Leaving you puzzled.

You go back inside and brush it off.

The next training sessions were strange. A hostile tension was filling up the atmosphere and it was coming from Nika. flashbacks of your old team were haunting you by the time a month went by. You thought that your future in this team would be just like your past.

At team bonding night, where you decided to watch a movie together. A huge fight started between you and nika. It all started by a snarky comment she made about the main character of the movie.

“ I just don't understand why people don't understand vibes and the right places to do stuff.” she says. You felt that that comment was directed towards you so you replied.

“ well some people don't overthink stuff and just do as they feel.”

“ I don't believe that. I think everybody calculates everything and they only do what is best for them.” she responded.

“ guys i am gonna call it a night i am tired.” said izzi interrupting your bickering with nika.

“ Me too.” says nika and she leaves abruptly.

What nika said was stuck in your throat so you followed her to the hall.

“ what the fuck is wrong with you.” you yell behind her.

“ Excuse me.” she says stopping in her tracks.

“ You have been throwing knives at me all the time. if you have a problem with me just say it and stop dancing around.”

'I don't have a problem with you, I have a problem with the way you act.’

“ And what way is that?”

“ i dont like that you are all flIrty and mushy with izzi if you want her do that in the fucking bedroom away from me.”

“ What the hell are you talking about? Izzi and I are just friends. That whole thing is a plan to annoy paige. We are trying to make her jealous. Plus why do you care ?.”’

After staying quiet for a while she says. “ Is there anything between you two?.”

“ No, there isn't. She likes paige. Why do you care nika?”

She leans her head against the wall and whispers something inaudible.

“ i can't hear you nika.”

“ i like you. Okay . the thought of you and izzi makes me so fucking angry.”

“ You like me.” you repeat in disbelief.

“ ever since you joined i had my eyes on you. So when you started doing your stunt with Izzi, the thought of you being with her angered me.” she says with a defeated tone. “ I never meant to hurt you, I just didn't know how to handle not having you.”

You approach her, lift her head up with your hand and cup her cheeks.

“ You look adorable right now.” you say which makes her smile.

“ Can I kiss you?” she asks

“ You better.” you respond.

You then both kiss. You couldn't believe how soft her lips were and how your bodies moved in sync.

“ Can I take you back to my room. “ she asks with a pout on her face.

“ please do.”

#nika muhl x reader #nika mühl #nika muhl #uconn wbb #uconn huskies #uconn women’s basketball #women's basketball #ncaa wbb #wbb

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metallicaislife · 4 months

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Christmas Decorating - Guns N Roses

When you showed up at the Hell House you were flabbergasted that absolutely not a single one of the guys had brought any Christmas decorations when they moved here

At the same time that tracks though

So you went to the store with the guys in tow

Filling your cart with a tree, lights, ornaments, tinsel, garland and anything else you could think of

They helped grabbing things they thought were needed as well

The lot of you pooled your money together to purchase the Hell House decorations

“This is a lot.” Axl groaned as you loaded the vehicle

“Well, one big purchase now, Christmas decorations for years to come.” You said

After it was loaded you went back to the Hell House and emptied the vehicle

Duff and Slash decided to assemble the tree

Steven took it upon himself to put the garland everywhere

Izzy took the lights out of the boxes and prepped them to put on the tree, luckily for him since they were in the box they weren’t too tangly

You and Axl put the tops and hooks on the generic ornaments you’d gotten

Steven laughed as he started wrapping garland around you and the others

“Wait, where is the music?” Slash asked

“On it!” Steven said who was mostly done with the task he’d given himself

He put on an old Christmas record that helped the time go by quickly

After Slash and Duff finished the tree, you and Izzy wrapped it in lights

Axl had a set idea in his head about the ornaments so the rest of you watched and chatted as he meticulously decorated the tree

“Duff you’re putting the star on.” Axl said handing the star to Duff

Duff smiled and put it on with ease

You plugged the lights in, it was really pretty

“Thanks for making us get decorations.” Slash said

You smiled at him and nodded

You all spent the rest of the evening enjoying one another’s company and pretty the tree you put up together

#guns n roses x reader #guns n roses scenarios #guns n roses imagine #guns n roses #slash x reader #slash gnr #slash hudson #slash #duff mckagan x reader #duff gnr #duff mckagan #izzy stradlin #izzy stradlin x reader #steven adler #steven adler x reader #axl rose #axl rose x reader #gnr

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ayashitetsuko · 5 months

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In their Noe Valley residence, Jim and Izzy kept a photo of one of their hikes. It was easier than all the hikes they had been on, but that one was special.

The hike started out as per normal. The couple talked about trivial things, saying hello to every stranger they met. They were resting and enjoying their snack when Izzy began to get serious. "Birdie, love."

"Hm?"

"I'd like to ask you something. But you don’t have to answer now."

“So, why ask?"

"It might help us with some planning."

"OK. Shoot away.”

"Do we have a future?"

Jim was stunned.

"Right, that sounds a bit harsh. I meant to say, how do you imagine our future?" Izzy spoke softly. "Are we good just the way we are today? Or is there something you wish to do differently?"

Now that was something Jim could not answer instantly. They took another bite of their meal; Izzy reminded them to think it through.

Once they were done, Jim promised they would. Izzy pinched Jim's cheek and gave them a kiss. The couple went back to talking about that slasher gore movie they wish to see next weekend.

The next days were back to normal for Jim. They returned to the fast-paced kitchen of the fine-dining restaurant they led. Jim thought nothing of their conversation until they sped down the street of San Francisco on their motorbike and thought of things.

With their past girlfriends, when it comes to the future, marriage was something that they would jump into right away, no questions asked. But there were certain fears about being with a man who was almost old enough to be their father.

There were times Jim would walk in public with Izzy and feared what people had in their minds.

But fuck what others thought. What did Jim honestly feel about their relationship?

Many words were forming in their mind, but the one that stuck was relief.

Izzy took care of Jim. He arranged plans for the two of them; he listened to Jim's ideas and made them happen. He spoiled them with kisses and gifts. He did not make Jim feel ashamed for asking for help.

With him, Jim did not have to be strong all the time---that was a relief.

As the traffic lights turned green, Jim decided that this feeling was important to them.

“How do you feel?”

Jim sat at the dining table; they no longer have cramps, but they still carried the hot water bottle around. Izzy was busy preparing dinner, but Jim got the impression that he was available to talk. “I have been thinking.”

“That’s not my question, but sure.”

"I want us to be married."

Izzy stopped. He put down the plates and lifted his head; eyes fully on his lover.

"Yeah, I …” Jim moved their hands around. “I love what we have so far. And I think we need to build on that. We can start by being married."

Izzy said nothing. He continued on gazing at Jim. He considered the glints in their eyes, the way they fidgeted with the water bottle. "I agree."

"You do?"

"Yes. It's what I want. I want that for us.”

“I … wow, that’s … that’s great.” Jim smiled awkwardly. How does one react to such happy news? But luckily, as always, Izzy had the answer—Papi always had the answer.

He reached out to kiss Jim on the forehead, before sitting down next to them, grabbing their hand. "Yes. Let’s work towards that." He kissed Jim’s ring finger and pulled them into his embrace.

A year later, Jim received an antique ring with green gemstone as a birthday present. Izzy went on his knees in front of Nana and the Jimenez.

#izzy hands #modern au #ofmd fics #ofmd ficlet #jim jimenez #jim ofmd #fluff

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ijustreallylovethem · 7 months

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when you’re official his hand does not leave your back no let or under your bikini string/ top during the whole pregaming🍄

the rest of the guys actually find out at a party because after luca finds out, they still decide to try and stay pretty private for a while. but then, some guys is trying to flirt with ozzie while nick is getting another drink and when he comes back and catches sight of the dude, he’s immediately putting himself between the two of them.

“sorry but you’re wasting your time. she’s taken.” and the other guys are all looking to luca but he’s just making his way to stand behind izzie in case he needs to step in. luckily the guy only mumbles something as he turns away and leaves, but then nick is turning and wrapping an arm around her, which doesn’t move for the rest of the day.

#raegan talks about blurbs #nick moldenhauer #moldy x fantilli #🍄

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marriedtobigfoot · 1 year

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Partly inspired by This Post, but here is my vision for the start of OFMD season 2.

We open with Stede trying to sqeeze the crew of the revenge onto his tiny little rowboat, our first title card spelled out in rocks on the shore of the tiny island they were marooned on They make their way to try and find the revenge, while the crew fill Stede in on Eds descent into heartbroken madness. Meanwhile, back on the revenge, Izzy has managed to convince Ed that they should find the toughest pirate ship around and wage war. He needs to assert dominance and reclaim his place as the most fearsome pirate out there. Jim and Frenchie are forced to watch and assist as they plan what is surely a suicide mission. The rest of the episode is a comedy of errors, where the crew finally reach the revenge in the middle of a grand battle. People reunite, some hilarious battles go down, and yet Stede and Ed keep barely missing eachother, never quite coming face to face.

At the height of the battle, the mast of the revenge has been hit by canon-fire and is going down. Just before it crashes to the deck, right onto Ed, Stede pushes him out of the way. They made eye contact as they’re sprawled on the deck, chaos around them, and we cut to credits.*

Then, episode 2 opens with Ed and Stede together in bed. Discarded clothes are all around the captains cabin, and they’re clearly very naked and very satisfied. Izzy opens the door only to back away slowly when he catches sight of him. The titlecard is spelled out on Stedes discarded robe.

The rest of the episode is told in a backwards format, showing the reuinion between Ed and Stede, as well as the crew of the revenge trying to fix the mast of the ship so that they can sail again. The ship can’t sail without a working mast, and the crew can’t function without captains who are happy together again. During this time we watch Izzy losing himself to his rage, and Jim finding Lucius who had locked himself in the same trunk that Jim locked him in before. Ed and Stede talk, finally admitting their feelings fully and explaining what happened while the other was gone. There’s bumps in the road, of course. Stede isn’t happy that Ed threw Lucius overboard and marooned his crew. Ed is still reeling from beliveing he had been abandoned. Luckily Lucius is able to provide some group therapy.

The final scene shows that the mast has been repaired, and this whole backwards story has been Lucius relaying the events to Frenchie, who was knocked unconcious when the mast fell. When asked why the story is out of order Lucius says he mixed up the pages, but “I prefer the drama of telling it backwards, so I just left them like that.”

We see our co-captains, happily watching the crew while they sit around the new mast. It's a little messy, kinda lopsided, but it works again. Doesn't have to be perfect to sail the ship. Stede has his head leaned on Ed's shoulder but then he pauses. "Oh, wait. There's one more thing I think we have to talk about." "And what would that be mate?" "The way you decided to throw out perfectly beautiful fabric like this. I'm a little mad to be honest. Furious even." Except despite claiming anger, he's smiling at Ed when he pulls out the red cloth. "You found it." "Blew right in my face while I was trying to find you. Might have some blood on it now but it blends right in, can't even see it." And he puts it back into his pocket. Then Ed gives him a sly littke grin. "Waste of time. You're just gonna pull it out again when you tear my clothes off." "I will NOT I gave you those clothes!" And they walk inside together, bickering about clothes, feeling at peace for the first time in a very long time.

The final shot of the episode is the red cloth, now flying alongside the flag of the revenge.

*My partner @raspberryjerry is of the opinion that in this moment, when they lock eyes, the song that should be playing is Brandy (You’re A Fine Girl) by Looking Glass. So please feel free to envision that song specifically with this scene

#our flag means death #Ofmd #ofmd season 2 #stede bonnet #Blackbeard #Edward Teach #lucius spriggs #blackbonnet #jim jimenez #izzy hands

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strongsassysexysloane · 2 years

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Parties Aren't Your Thing

Long time, I know but here's something.. unsure if it's finished or not.

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You hated parties. Specifically you hated parties where you hardly knew anyone. You questioned if anyone in their sane mind actually liked parties where all you knew was the birthday person or host. Surely that was a thing.

But your friend was hosting her birthday party. Well she wasn't just your friend, you tried telling yourself this for the past year but really she was your crush. To everyone else she was just your friend, although you had a feeling your other friends knew because you wouldn't shut up about her to them.

So here you were, in a onesie about to head into her house, a place you were usually comfortable in but tonight it was filled with a lot of unknowns. Not to mention you were an hour late because this onesie just wouldn't sit right and after the sixth shuffle around you'd given up and just dealt with it. The music could be heard from the driveway and you smiled seeing her through the window.

In that moment you locked eyes and she hurried out the door.

"About time! I thought you weren't going to make it!" She was almost running in her adorable stitch onesie, you met half way at the bottom of her porch stairs.

"It was a close call. This onesie is giving me a hard time." She pinched the sides and tugged, it wasn't getting any better but when you looked up at her warm smile, you decided it was worth it.

She ran her hand down your arm and laced your fingers together. "You look adorable, Eeyore, I assume?"

You wipped the tail around with your free hand and she laughed. Definitely worth it. "Correct." You grinned. "Here. It's not much-"

She took the card you pulled out of your pocket. "I thought I said no gifts."

You shrugged " Wait. Don't open it yet."

She was about to rip it open and your stomach flipped. You knew it was childish but you'd confessed a lot in that card. The words that could never come to your tongue, flew out in writing and you almost got a new card.

"Why not?"

There wasn't any good answer luckily someone else saved you from exiting right then and there.

"Jack! Brad has gotten into your-" A woman you recognised from last year's party stood on the porch, just on the welcome mat.

"Thanks Iz." She sighed, pocketing the card and returning her attention to you. "Come on, I only share the good stuff with you. Can't have Brad taking it all." She squeezed your hand and before dropping it.

You followed her inside, the music was just above the being able to speak normally but below having to yell. There were some familiar faces, like Izzy, but no one you'd even cared to add as a friend on Facebook. Jack ran off to the kitchen to rain hell on Brad for getting into her special stash while you hung back in the living area where everyone seemed to be.

"Y/n, right?" Another woman you barely recognised came up and you nodded politely. " Thought so, Jack was biting at the bit to call you earlier to find out where you were." She glanced over to her friend. "Come join, we were just reminiscing about when we all met Jack."

You followed her a few steps to a small circle of people, they all smiled at you but you were still caught up with the face Jack was so hung up on you not arriving sooner. She knew plenty of people, clearly by the thirty or so stuffed into her small house and yet she was waiting on you. You tried to shake the giddy feeling in your belly and concentrate on the stories around you.

It didn't help that your sixth Jack sense picked up her coming towards you and her hand on your lower back as she parted the circle and stood beside you. Her hand remaining there.

"What's all the laughter about? What are you telling them Chrissy?!" She tried her best glare but her friend didn't budge.

"Oh nothing. Just a little trip we took back in our early 20s."

Jack almost paled and you burst out laughing.

"Funny huh?" She smirked, bumping your shoulder.

"Such a rebel, young Jack was."

"Oh god. Not the Baltimore trip?!" She went to slap Chrissy but you caught her hand as it came out from behind your back.

You noticed the others smiles and dropped it immediately.

"What happened in Baltimore?"

"I was talking about our first experience in Vegas."

Jack shook her head. " Why do I ever let you all come together is beyond me."

The party wasn't as strenuous as you thought. The small group you got introduced to seem to have known Jack for various amounts of years and the stories never stopped. Jack hung close by but interacted with everyone as a good hostess does but seemed to stand next to you the most. Not that.you were watching her closely.

As the night carried on, the cake was cut and drinks kept coming. It got to a point where you knew you'd have to uber home but Jack didn't seem to mind and kept refilling your cup. The small circle moved out to the backyard by the firepit.

"Should've moved out here sooner." You huddled closer to the fire.

Chrissy, who you'd spoken most with the last few hours, stood next to you. "Think if Jack came out here sooner, you might have."

You ignored her jab because she wasn't wrong. "Think I'll go find another log to put on." There were only small pieces stacked near so you went around the back of the house where you knew she kept the larger ones. " Shit." You tripped on the hose, stumbling before hands gripped your waist pulling you back and catching you. "Thanks you-"

"You're welcome." Jack smiled, clearly holding in a laugh. "Lucky I saw you escaping." She whispered behind your ear, still holding you close.

You couldn't help it, you leaned back.

Her arms slipping around your front, hugging you close. "I read the card." She felt you tense so she let you go, mainly to see your facial reactions. "Want to tell me why-"

"Sorry, I shouldn't have said those things in your birthday card. I wasn't escaping either. Just getting more wood, you never put enough around the fire." You stood back, careful of your footing and looked her in the eyes. "Jack -"

"Don't apologise again. You have nothing to apologize for." She took a step towards you, taking your hand in hers. "Unless you didn't mean what you said..."

The air tensed around you, her eyes searching yours, soft and caring.

"What you wrote, what you meant... I... I didn't think you cared so much that you..." She was struggling to find the right words. Her hands tightening around yours, a tear falling down her cheek.

You could see her now, there was no doubt, her emotions were right there. The walls she'd held up were gone. You took the final step forward, placing your hand on her cheek, your thumb wiping away the tear. She brushed her nose over yours, your lips barely touching, ghosting over each other. "I meant every word." You whispered and closed the nonexistent gap. She kissed like you were the last sip of whiskey, her spare hand latching onto a fistful of your onesie, not letting you go.

You moaned and she grinned. "Very Eeyore of you."

You rolled your eyes. "Don't ruin my childhood."

She laughed and pulled you back in for a searing kiss.

. . . . .

Should I add more?

#jack sloane #jacqueline sloane #jack sloane x reader #fem!reader #wlw #jacqueline sloane x reader

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wal-martin-freeman · 2 years

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Its MerMay and i just had to put out a prompt for OFMD for whoever wants it cuz im too adhd to write this as a full fic in a timely manner >>

but what if Ed soomehow managed to lose his favorite knife or his gun over the edge of the ship one day and hes moping on deck, staring off at the horizon when he hears a soft ‘hello!’ from down below and when he looks theres a man with blonde hair and bright smile holding up his lost item and asks if he meant to drop it. Ed’s kind of lost for words, looking around for another ship cuz theyre nowhere close to land and theres a naked man just swimming around.

its only when he catches a glimpse of scales and fins under the water does he realize hes a mermaid and he could very well be being lured into a trap and he tells the mermaid so. Stede (the mermaid of course) tries to tell him thats not what hes about, doesnt like the idea of hurting/eating ppl but Eds not convinced. Luckily, Izzy comes on deck asking who the hell hes talking to, Ed making up an excuse as not to alarm anyone else they’ve got a mermaid tracking them. When Izzy’s gone and Ed looks back at the water, the merman is gone.

Maybe the next day or sometime when Ed’s on night watch and alone, he hears a repeated thud against the side of the ship, he’s cautious about going to the side to check when his lost item is sudden thrown over the rail and lands at his feet. When he finally looks over, the merman is back, still smiling and waving at him. Ed is still wary cuz mermaids werent meant to be trusted, but he cant say he isnt curious. for one mermen werent ever really talked about, its always been tales of beautiful female sirens, captivating sailors to their deaths. and yet here this one was, being entirely too friendly, returning something of his.

at first ed wonders if the merman wants something in return, something shiny or valuable but stede insist he wants nothing. eventually they properly introduce themselves before theyre interrupted again and stede disappears back under the water. from then on ed becomes fascinated, wanting to learn more about this merman whos so different than the tales hes heard before. the next time hes alone, ed drops a large hook or something overboard and waits to see if stede would show up. when he does and tries to return the object again, ed tells him to keep it and from then on, ed resolves to try and see if he can make stede smile the same way he does right now by being given something so simple.

they continue their routine of private talks, ed going so far as to drop a dinghy alongside the ship to get a closer look at this merman who hes getting closer and closer to calling his friend. he refuses to think of anything more intimate for fear of being lured into a fantasy by mermaid magic still in the back of his mind, but of course id def want to see this go farther romantically but this is as far as ive got rn. maybe one time stede saves a man who goes overboard, and maybe he gets legs, its up to you, whoever decides to pick this up for a fic. or even just add more ideas to this so i can continue this fantasy in my head ToT

#Mermay #Mermaid au #Ofmd #our flag means death #blackbonnet #ed x stede #mermaid stede #fanfic #prompt #someone please pick this up #im desperate for mermaid aus

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a-wrenling · 2 years

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Ofmd fanfic stupid idea two because I’m feral and this one is so long omg I’m sorry

Okay so I’m still a bit tipsy and feral but here we go (there will be a pt2 here this is so long omg)

Idea 2: the age of pirates is being threatened by the crowns of Europe by employing pirate hunters (aka ex pirates who are killing others for money). Ed is unbothered until he gets wind of some of the names that have turned against them all, including Hornigold. Izzy is properly mad (aka worried) and wants to know what the plan is because of course Hornigold would go after them. Ed being Ed, gets finicky and brushes Izzy saying it’ll be fine. Stede being Stede is slightly worried but greatly over exaggerates the crews abilities and so nothing happens. Until a ship finds them. Luckily it’s not Hornigold but it is *insert pirate here*. The revenge wins (barely) and in ____ last breathes he tells them that the crown wants Ed’s head on a platter after he shitted on their act of grace deal. So, with various of the crew wounded they leave the other ship burning behind them (because of course bonnet is a feral insane man). N e way I’m thinking Izzy gets hurt protecting the crew because that’s the good shit. But also it shocks Ed out of his “we are invincible” mindset. Because they aren’t and Izzy nearly died trying to keep it that way. N e way, Izzy is forced on bed rest and bonnet helps him (because I want them to forcible deal with each other) and after a few days of panicking over Izzy, ed decides to check out the ship. While Ed is doing that stede and Izzy finally start to come to a common ground ( like they both calmed down and listened to each other where Izzy stops yelling and bonnet actually asks to learn because he WANTS to be a good pirate! And he’s trying! But murder and violence really should only be the last defense like the battle (which maybe reminds Izzy too much of smth or someone)) any way back to the ship. As expected nothing is done…which is a huge issue since they got pretty damaged in the attack. Ed goes to order them about only to find that fang, Ivan, buttons, and Oluwande are the only ones who know what he is talking about. N e ways cue Ed actually teaching them but terribly. Bad enough that something gets set on fire (because Ed is an enabler and would 100% let wee John use gun powder) which causes Stede and Izzy to rush out to check. Izzy goes to put out the fire but oh shit his foot and multiple stab wounds prevent him so he tells bonnet what to do. And since at this point I want them to have an understanding he does and it gets fixed quickly since Izzy actually does know what he’s doing. Stede, who finally gets that, thanks Izzy and scolds Ed and the crew. Turns out Ed is shit at regular sailing shit and had learned most of it from his time on hornigold’s ship with Jack rackman, Sam Bellamy, and Izzy but was soon promoted. Ed points out that Izzy’s always been the one to sort out his crew and their task so he fell out of practice. Stede, starting to see how this is not sustainable for only Izzy and a handful of the crew to know what’s going on is not good, gets huffy like he does in the show until Izzy says he will just get it done since it won’t otherwise. Mother hen bonnet won’t allow that but it does need to be done. Cue fang and/or Ivan pointing out that Izzy could just teach them without doing it all (which Ed and Stede both note how they say “doing it all”). One of the crew (like Lucius) says that learning from Izzy would be like the navy but Ivan/fang point out that he used to teach the young ship boys how to do the tasks easily. Ed laughs that Izzy would have scared the poor kids and that kids haven’t been on the ship in years. It’s revealed that that is because of Izzy not allow “more children to be brought into this hell before they could understand” and the man concedes, with complaining about how grown men and Jim are not like children. So cue Izzy teaching while sitting down with Stede watching so he doesn’t push it, Ed learning a lot about his first mate’s abilities, the crew starting to understand what NEEDS to be done since Izzy can’t do it for them, and so on. (See part two)

#ofmd #ofmd izzy hands #ofmd lucius spriggs #ofmd edward teach #ofmd stede #our flag means death #okay this one is so much more chaotic omg I’m sorry #part one #con O’Neil really put his entire pussy into Izzy hands to get out his hatred of the tories and I love that for him

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taiblogcomics · 6 months

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Discord and Harmony

Hey there, frozen empires. Let's finally finish up this story arc, eh? Like, do you remember when we reviewed issue 1? It was July 2022. Like, golly. Part of this is me only reviewing these when I have the physical issues in my hands (for this series, anyway), but still. It's about time, huh? Anyway, let's get into it~

Here's the cover:

This is definitely the right cover to wrap this story up with. Like, last issue, we put a bunch of the Mane 6 on the cover, but not one of them is actually in the story. In this one? Discord is very much in the story. And oh ye, if you haven't checked this out yourself already, here's your look at future!Discord in all his scraggly …well, not glory, but you get what I mean. And in spite of the unkemptness, this is such a nice cover. Look at the friendly look. And most of all, look at the symbolism. Notice the colours of those butterflies~?

So let's recap. Here in the G5 future, ponies have only just overcome their segregations and gotten magic back. Discord, who has outlived everypony else, is worried magic will drive ponies apart again. Therefore, he will destroy magic himself before it can do so. The perfect plan! To do this, he plans to melt the magic Unity Crystal in a steaming volcanic caldera. Our heroes--including Izzy, who's suffering from some flightless inadequacy, thus proving the whole thesis about magic dividing folks right--are always two steps behind and now stuck in a suspended cage. Let's see how they get out of this one!

Despite all their rage, they're still just ponies in their cage. And Sunny does rage a bit, trying to build enough momentum to shatter the floor. Hitch is very nervous about this idea, having plummeted to his doom once today already. Alas, Sunny's magic fizzles out again, and she gives in to despair for a bit. Maybe it'll be better to just wait for Discord to destroy magic, then come and let them out. After all, what has magic ever done for them up 'til now? Made them fight and got them stuck in a cage, that's what.

Except, as Izzy points out, it also brought them all together. The reason why magic feels divisive right now is that it's only been back for a short while. Everypony is still trying to figure things out how to live with this frankly life-altering change to the world. You can't just drop a new way of life into society and expect things to work out overnight. So naturally there's gonna be some conflicts while they learn a new way to live. And really, that's what unity is all about. And with that inspiration, Sunny knows how to solve a problem called Discord.

First, they still gotta get out of this cage, though. Since their powers are glitchy, they all gotta pitch in together. Hitch calls some bunnies over, and they chew through the literal cliff-hangers of the cage. This seems unwise, but everypony pitches their wings and horns in (other than "Dead Weight" Hitch), and they manage to slow the cage's descent to non-lethal levels. Slowed enough, they then manipulate the fall so it shatters the cage without really harming the ponies inside. Good thing that was the hard part, because what falls down must now climb back up.

Her flight having fizzled from slowing the cage, Zipp decides to climb the cliff by hoof if she has to. It's a bit too steep, however, and she falls back down. Luckily, the bunnies are there to catch her, which is the sort of whimsical phrase you can only say in a series about colourful talking horses. They carry her over to a hole in the ground, and disappear down it. Did Zipp just get Wonderlanded? Only one way to find out: get too close to the hole, wait for the cave floor to give out, and fall down it after your friend~

They've found the heart of the volcano, where Discord's ready to drop the Unity Crystal, all in the name of an Equestria where no one is better than anypony else. In the name of… Fluttershy. Sunny steps in, attempting to grab the crystal with her magic. Discord fights magic with magic, trapping Sunny in one of those "saw the lady in half" boxes. Zipp and Pipp rush in where angels fear to tread, but Discord just gets creepy extendo-arms and chases them with the intent to grab. Once snared, he deposits them on a rock in the middle of the lava. Good thing heat convection isn't a thing!

Speaking of Angel(s), the bunnies swarm all over Discord in Hitch's own remake of Night of the Lepus. Discord doesn't even bother with something flashy this time, he just snaps his fingers and teleports Hitch and the bnuuys onto another lava rock. He collects his crystal from his hench-possum, Reginald, and taunts Sunny than in a battle of magic, her fizzly failure could never best his. And that's when the trap springs: Sunny retorts that her magic was never meant to beat his. It's a much different magic at play here, and she shouts to Izzy to do it.

Izzy steps out and uses her magic to… move her smartphone right up into Discord's face. It's playing a video. The recording they made of that memory stone that recorded Fluttershy's final message to Discord, insisting that he let go of his anger and embrace the differences. Difference doesn't matter if nopony's the same. It's the differences that make us who we are--who would Rainbow Dash be if she couldn't fly? And all this takes place in a beautiful scene where Discord drops to his knees, tears in his eyes, cradling the phone while a ghostly image of Fluttershy comforts him.

Izzy tells him that Flutters would say the same thing if she were here now. Sure, there'll be difficulties. Mistakes happen, but that's part of life. Alone, their differences make them special, but together they can be truly wonderful. Discord considers, then hands the crystal over to Izzy. He puts Sunny back together and retrieves the others. They all promise they'll never stop working to make the Equestria Fluttershy wanted to see, one where everypony--and every draconequus--can live in harmony together.

There is no return trip. We simply return to our heroes back at the lighthouse, where Sunny reunites the Unity Crystals, reigniting everypony's magic. No more fizzles and brown-outs. Ponies all over Maretime Bay and beyond regain their magical abilities. Sunny hangs up a photo of her friends and Discord at the gates of Canterlot in a very special place: right above a photo of her dad, whispering to him that she finally made it to Canterlot.

Sunny then turns and apologises to Izzy for how she put her magic ahead of their friendship in her excitement, hoping to earn trust back someday. Izzy says she never lost it, and they hug. And the comic ends with a reworked version of the game it started with. All magic is allowed, but you must pass to every player on your team before the goal counts. Even Discord gets in on the fun. Zipp congratulates herself on coming up with it, and Pipp does a video signout to close us out~

Well! I think, after all that, it was a lovely way to end the story. There were some issues with the pacing, as we discussed in previous updates. But I think that beautiful shot of Fluttershy's memory comforting Discord more than made up for it, and gave us the ending we really wanted. And of course, they're right. It's our differences that make us beautiful, and when we work together, we become something even more beautiful.

Next issue, we already did for Halloween, remember? So we'll jump to issue 12 and get back on track~

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His Only Contact

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 1014

Warnings: Falcon and the Winter Soldier Spoilers!!!! A little angst, a little fluff, no cursing (I think)

A/N: This is a quick thing I wrote because I can’t sleep after watching that episode. I have so many ideas. I might continue this, too (just like everything else I write because I’m incapable of writing one-shots), but I’ll probably just write a few drabbles here and there when new episodes come out. I also added HBC’s Lucky in Love prompt for Day 19 in here, which is Odds.

FATWS SERIES MASTERLIST

Find my Day 14 Prompt here - Spring Forwards - and my Day 18 Prompt here - Ocean Eyes, Cherry Lips, Ivory Keys

AGAIN: SPOILERS UNDER CUT!

Shooting up. Greedily sucking in air. Sweat sliding down skin. Adrenaline rushing through veins. Wide eyes darting around the room.

Another night. Another nightmare. He was starting to think he’d never get another restful sleep.

The floor was hard beneath him, far better than the soft, malleable mattress he had in his practically empty room. The TV was on, as it always was, the soft glow making his eyes squint. The apartment was silent except for his pants, empty except for his shuddering form. He’s shirt was off - he didn’t like it sticking to him, it was too constricting, and he always ran hot anyways - his sheets tangled with his legs.

Reaching over to the small couch besides him, his hand slid over the cushions until he found what he was looking for.

He flipped open the small phone, going straight to the Contact page. He only had one in this phone. This phone no one knew about except them two. Not Sam, not his therapist. No one.

He quickly dialed the number, leaning back against the couch and letting out a puff of air. Finally, after a few rings, an exhausted voice came through, hoarse with sleep.

“Hello?”

“Hey…it’s me.”

“Oh. Hey. Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, no. Everything’s…I’m…we just haven’t talked in a while.”

“I know. I’ve been meaning to call, but-”

“No, no. I get it. What you’re doing is important.”

“You’re important, too, Buck.”

Bucky took a breath, a small nod moving his head. “Uh, so, how’s the search? Found anything yet?”

“No. I’m in Edinburgh right now. They met here right before the whole thing in Wakanda…I thought she might come back.”

“No such luck?”

“No…you know what she did. What she’s capable of. The odds of finding her…” He heard her sigh and a frown etched onto his features. She sounded tired, but she spoke before he could bring it up. “What about you? How’re you doing?”

“I dunno, honestly.”

“Yeah. Okay, that’s fair. How’s therapy going with what’s-her-face?”

He chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “It’s basically the same every session. ‘Are you having nightmares?’ ‘Are you making amends?’ ‘Are you following the three rules?’ ‘This is part of your pardon.’ Yadda yadda yadda.”

“Is it helping at all, at least?”

“I guess. The amends thing gives me something to do if nothing else.”

“Are you following the rules, though?”

“No one will know if I don’t.” The giggle she gives makes him brighten up. “I got lunch with Yori again on Wednesday.”

“Oh? How was that?”

“Fine. Good, even. I guess. I dunno. He set me up on a date with the girl who works behind the counter at Izzy.”

“OOooo! Fun! Is she pretty?”

“As a picture.”

“What did you do?”

“Played Battleship and drank. A lot in my case. Not that it did much...”

“James-”

“No, no! Not like that! She made it into a drinking game! I was losing.”

“You?”

“I’m a super soldier assassin. I don’t have x-ray vision.”

“Okay, okay. What went down after Battleship?”

“I, uh…I ran out on her.”

“Oh no. Why? What happened?”

“She, uh…she started talking about how nice it is for me to spend time with Yori and his son…I went to tell him, you know. I looked him in the eye and opened my mouth…but I saw a picture. Of his son.”

“It wasn’t your fault, Buck. You know that. It wasn’t you.”

He didn’t feel like arguing with her, so he just agreed. “Yeah. I guess.”

He could feel her suspicion through the phone, but luckily she decided not to pursue the topic. She always seemed to know what to say and when. “Did you have a good time at least? While you were there I mean?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I guess. I was - I was really awkward, I think. I dunno. It’s been a while.”

“But it’s better than online dating. I told you that was a bad idea.”

“You were also the one who told me to jump in head first.”

“Not on the internet. You psycho. There’s really whack jobs out there.”

“Takes one to know one.”

“Hey!” He chuckled at her faux-offended tone, picturing her hand over her heart mockingly. “That hurt!”

“Kidding. You know I love you.”

“As long as you know I love you back…have you talked to Sam lately?”

“Uh…no. Not…not recently. How is he?”

“He’s fine. We just talked earlier. He’s in Louisiana right now with his sister. He’s got some family dilemma he’s trying to fix. He, uh, he gave the shield up earlier this week. Apparently the new Smithsonian exhibit is pretty good. Maybe we’ll check it out sometime…what do think?”

“Yeah. Maybe. Sometime. Are-are you coming back soon?”

“I was planning to. I really don’t think I’ve got any chance of finding Wanda at the moment. Or Vision for that matter. I still can’t believe SWORD didn’t contact us. I’m so pissed.”

“I know. Maybe it’s good you didn’t get informed, though. We all know how you get when it comes to the team.”

“The Avengers are my family, Bucky. I’m loyal to a fault, you know that.”

“Yeah. I do. I think Steve rubbed off on you after all those years.”

“You think?”

“Definitely.”

They fell into a comfortable, contemplative silence, Bucky’s eyes watching the screen of the TV still glowing from across the room. “What if I dropped by tomorrow? Is that too soon?”

“Tomorrow as in today? It’s one o’clock here.”

“It’s five here. So tomorrow as in tomorrow. I’m tired.”

“Either one would be fine, but yeah. Get some rest. Call me when you have your flight information.”

“Okay. You get some rest, too. Or, at least, try to. You sound tired.”

“You know I don’t sleep well without you.”

“I’ll be there tomorrow. Promise. Then we can stay in all day and you can catch up on sleep.”

“How long will you be here?”

“As long as you need me, James. Good night.”

“Y/N?”

“Yes?”

Bucky hesitated, before shaking his head. “G’night, doll. Sleep well.”

“Good night, Buckaroo.”

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slashxrose · 2 years

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Duff Mckagan OneShot~

Title: Moans on the road.

Warnings: rough smut, drugs, dirty lenguage.

Dirty reading babes~~

Guns n' Roses have been on the road for 2 weeks now and since I was there, I decided to come along, not only because it's always nice to watch them play but also, I can be with Duff., I worked as the photograph of them, a task not very difficult since luckily, they were not as unruly as the tours that I had with Motley Crue a few years ago, therefore it was quite joyful to take good shots for the projects they have to do.

Their next gig was in Houston which meant being on the tour bus for hours. It's been 5 hours on the road so far. I felt tired as hell, I couldn't sleep an eye on all the nights I've been here, unfortunately I had to stay on the same tour bus that they were. Drugs and a lot of alcohol filled the nights, and the main cause of my dark circles and the stressing fatigue.

"Hey, me and the boys are on the back of the bus, wanna go with us? We are gonna have some drinks" Steven told me leaning on the seat that I was sitting on.

"Mmm I don't know, I have to edit these photos for tomorrow and ..." I said showing him the camera, just passing by a photo of him.

"Uuuuhh look how sexy Steven is there." he joked moving his hair.

"See? and with a few more touches you will be much better." I laughed.

He looked at me ironically taking the camera out of my hands and running towards the back of the bus, snorting I followed him praying that he did not drop it on the floor, I would die if that happened since I spent all my savings on that damn camera.

"Steven, damn it." I cursed watching as he entered the room.

The smell of weed hit my nostrils as soon as I entered the room with them, the place was small, there was a red couch round a table in the middle and unfortunately Steven had already reached to sit in between Izzy and SLASH. Duff had his head lowered and leaned on the table, so I could already imagine what he was doing.

I rolled my eyes seeing them, they were calm and laughing at nothing itself which was totally enviable, I was tired, my legs ached from walking in the whole damn stadium all day, my hair was still in a ponytail causing excruciating pain in my head; and without thinking about it, I didn't hesitate to grab the bottle of Jack Daniels from the table and put it on my lips quickly; the hot liquid burned everything in its path as I felt it go down my throat to finally fall into my stomach.

Four crystalline red eyes stared on me as I took the bottle out from my lips, giving me the free pass to look at their surprised faces.

"Don't be surprised guys, this is the least I do." I smiled drinking again, but now a little bit more.

Duff's eyes didn't let go of mine, I felt my cheeks burning just like my mouth was doing, probably turning red as a smile appeared on the Curly's mouth.

"You guys were amazing tonight, as usual." I said, trying to cut the tension in the tiny room.

"We ARE amazing, girl." Slash says drinking the whole cup of beer in a sip.

"He meant that the drums were amazing, I mean, what could they do without me"

Everyone laughed at Steven, including me, but Slash already interrupted him to set up a fight between who contributed the most to the band, the typical thing.

With everyone sitting at the table, I was left standing up, awkwardly leaning against the mini fridge with still the jack daniels in my hand. Duff takes notice that I was pretty uncomfortable, and with his bottom lip nervously pulled between his teeth, he taps his lap and jerks his head to the side in a way that silently says, 'come here'.

Oh shit shit shit.

Slowly I peeled myself away from the mini fridge and approach Duff, tucking my dress under my backside as I sit in his lap. Once seated, I throw an arm around his neck for balance and he rests a hand on my bare knee. 'I'm not a groupie, I'm not a groupie.' I had to remind myself, a breath getting caught in my throat as I imagine him sliding it up between my thighs. I'm very thankful for Steven' voice breaking me from my unholy thoughts that have already begun to dampen my panties.

I started drinking without being aware of what I was doing, the fact of having Duff's hand on my leg and seeing the others having fun and me being a pure spoilsport made me nervous; Duff took the bottle out of my mouth and put it into his.

"Chug that bottle for me." I whispered in his ear as I watched a sideways smile form on his mouth.

He did what I told him quickly, without even thinking, setting the bottle on the table; The alcohol had already started to run through my veins losing all kinds of shame by this time, my cheeks were probably red while the metal music in the background was boggling as it mixed with the screaming voices of Slash and Steven.

Wait .... Slash and Steven? Where the hell is Izzy? When had he left here? But quickly my question hung in the air when I saw him walk through the door with a bowl full of -what I could smell- vodka, gummies and gum. He leaned it on the table and all rushed to grab whatever they found first, which I did too.

I turned to see Duff, I wasn't sure if it's his perfect, pointy, white teeth, or the way the pouty gum around his mouth flexes, accentuating each dimple as he chews, but something about the way Duff does it has me mesmerized.

"Nervous?" I asked.

"Hmmm?" he mumbles, looking confused.

"Sorry. I hope this doesn't come off as weird, but I've noticed you chew gum a lot, like in interviews or when you have to give award speeches. I know you've expressed that speaking isn't exactly your forte, so I just figured it was a nervous habit." Yes, the alcohol made me double the ridicule, I gave myself an internal facepalm to shut my mouth.

"Wow, is it really that obvious?" Duff blushes.

"It's fine," I answered quickly, feeling guilty and embarrassed for even mentioning it in the first place. "Well, if anyone should be nervous it's me." I smiled, hitting myself again, I slid my hand along the couch's thick fabric until it rests alongside his with our pinkies touching.

Duff swallowed hard before speaking again.

"It's just that - well, I'm sure you've noticed all the guys giving me a hard time," he paused. "It's because I haven't had a girlfriend in a few years, or even talked to a girl really, to be honest. And I wasn't only making a pun earlier when I said, you looked out of this world. You're gorgeous," he smiled shyly before looking down into his lap.

"Yeah?" You nudge him playfully, then placing your hand fully on top of his. "Really?"

"No, honey." he smiled, his eyes red as the hell itself, my eyes connected to his instantly squeezing his hand. "You think I didn't notice you undressing me with your eyes," had I really?

I was about to protest when he got closer to me, shortening the gap between us. "It's alright doll. No need to be embarrassed. I'm flattered really."

"You're really full of yourself you know?" I said, challenging.

I swallowed thickly. Was he gonna tell me that I was just one of many admirers he had? Surely this wasn't the first time he offered to sit a girl in his lap and she tried to jump his bones.

"I think I have good reason to be," Duff chuckled, putting an arm behind me. His voice was low and raspy with his next few words, "And like I said it's nothing to be embarrassed about, I mean...I was picturing you in my head too."

I wet my lips, my was head running wild at the implication of his words. He pictured me; that could've meant anything. My heart thrummed against my rib cage in excitement.

"I wasn't lying when I said you were stunning in the check sound" his forehead was resting against me. "I think you're gorgeous and couldn't get you outta my head since I first saw you."

I was speechless for a second. Wow.

"Eat this." he grabbed one of the gums inside the jar filled with alcohol. "Stick out your tongue." he told me he staring at my lips.

I listened to him by sticking the tongue out of my mouth, he carefully placed the white gum on the tip and then grabbed my chin closing it.

"Do you want me?" I asked, plucking up the courage to continue on, "Because I want you."

In a matter of seconds, his lips were hungrily overtaking mine, the bitter taste of beer and tobacco invading my senses. Duff's hands held me by the neck, pressing me closer to him. With his other hand he held me by the hips, getting closer to his body. I could barely stifle the sigh that escaped, the grip I had shirt going slack. I wasn't a greedy person but damn, I just wanted more, anything to feed the aching pit that was making a whole in my belly.

I buried my fingers within his long hair, I was unsure if the grunt he released was out of satisfaction or annoyance but he made no move to pry my hands away. His tongue slid against mine.

"The... the boys." I said nervously, hoping the guys are totally out of the way to know what we were doing -and about to do.-

"They are no longer here." he answered against my lips. "But you were too entertained with my lips to notice that."

His hands were on me, still in my hips. Moving his leg away he peered down in between our bodies. There was a very prominent wet spot in the middle of his dress pants. The hem of my dress was being slowly inched upwards as he murmured against my lips.

"If you wanted me to touch you all you had to do was ask." Goosebumps raised as more and more of my flesh was exposed, my dress bunching up around my hips. The cool metal of his fingers only furthering the shiver that ran through my body.

I watched with bated breath as his hand slid down the seat of my damp panties. Slick clung to the skin of my inner thighs leaving a sticky feeling. I had gotta so worked up from such little attention, usually, I'd be embarrassed but now I was too worked up to care. I needed him to make me cum now.

"Well?" his hand stopped, just barely brushing against my clothed clit.

I furrowed your brows at him, "Well what?'

"Tell me where you want me to touch you."

A simple request. My cheeks grew hot and I cast my gaze aside. It was like he lived to see me flustered. He knew exactly what I wanted so why was he going through the trouble of making me ask for it.

"I-I," I rolled my eyes, it was stupid of me to be feeling shy now with all the drugs in my veins, "I want you to use your fingers on me, stretch me out. Get me nice and ready for your cock."

He lifted me directly still in his arms to lean me letting my legs on the floor after reaching against the wall of the bus, I felt the sound of the road rumbled on my back. He slides my panties down my leg, a silvery string of fluid dripping down as soon as the soiled material past my knees. Duff pockets my underwear and I can't find it in myself to berate him. His fingers circled my clit, gaze heavy on my form. My chest heaved with each passing breath, eyes squeezing shut. His head rested in my neck, his hair tickling my cheek.

"Fuck D-Duff..."

God, he was so good with his hands.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head when he pressed one finger into my sopping hole. His hands were so big, I could only imagine how well-endowed he must be. There was a slight burn that accompanied the second finger. He's got his thumb pressed up against my clit, sloppily rubbing against the sensitive bundles of nerves as his fingers work at the spongy spot that made you see white.

"Shit," he sounds far away, as if he isn't standing right in front of me, "I love the way you say my name."

Using his free hand he hooks my leg around his hip, spreading my legs wider. My head lolls backwards and a fuzzy feeling runs through my body, pleasure seeping out of my core. His name is like a prayer, repeated over and over again, mixing in with incoherent pleas. I'm begging him to get me there, to that high that never felt as good when I brought myself there.

His fingers didn't stop moving, going out and into me, my back arched throwing my head back. Moans escaped my mouth as all that went through my head was the way his thumb touching my clit gently, making me squirm with pleasure.

"Oh Duff babe, I'm about to... o-oh fuck." I moaned touching this soft curls.

I have to remind myself to breathe when the orgasm hits, the spasms running through my body made my legs shake. It's a rippling feeling that washes over me, my fingers curling against his chest as needy moans spill out. A gratification like no other. It felt like a stellar collision that amasses into a black hole. Oh, so good until a nagging sense of need settles back into my stomach, that is just screaming inside of me for more.

The muscles in my upper thigh twitches, I'm finding it hard to stand now. Duff hasn't stopped his movements, his fingers ruthless almost killing my cunt again. He notices how my legs are beginning to buckle and how hoarse my voice has gone.

"You doing alright honey? You like it?" his mouth runs down my neck, leaving little wet kisses making their way to my mouth.

"Yes, God yes." I replied, almost moaning in his lips.

It's less of an affirmation and more of a pleasured sigh.

He's quick to bring me to my high once more, my clit throbbing in oversensitivity with how ruthlessly he's circling the numb. My nails are now digging into his chest through his shirt as I steady against him. I feel tingly and a flush had settled over my body.

When he finally gets up, he brought his fingers up to his lips, the sight of him sucking my juices off his fingers is almost erotic, my eyes couldn't be torn away from this.

"God, you taste heavenly," he sighs. "I could spend an eternity between your legs, just eating you up."

"You'd like that wouldn't you?"

I sloppy kissed the underside of his jaw, my fingers moving on their own to unbutton more of his shirt, trailing down his body, only pausing when I reach his belt unbuckling it. Frustration builds as I struggle to do so, Duff pushed my hands away to get the deed done.

"Whoever made your belt is an asshole," I huff in annoyance, "It shouldn't be that fucking difficult to unloop."

He paid no mind to me as he finished unzipping his pants. I swallowed thickly as I refocused on the task at hand. There was a blotch of precum staining his briefs. Licking my lips I tugged down on the waistband, His cock sprung out, slapping against his abdomen. I took in the sight, mouth-watering slightly. I was more than pleased to note that yet another rumor seemed to be true, it was big, really big.

His reputation didn't disappoint him.

My fingers wrapped around the base; he's leaked so much precum that I don't even need to spit onto my hand to "lube" him up. Duff's head falls back as I jerk him off, he makes the smallest sounds when my thumb brushed against the head.

I was about to sink to my knees when Duff's hand encased my wrist.

"Is something wrong?" I blinked at him.

"No, of course not," he squeezed my shoulder softly, "I'd just rather fuck you right now because I can't take it anymore."

I moaned at his words. He gripped my hips to lead me to the couch again, but now I was turned around facing the wall, palm pressing on my lower back to bend me over. Duff's hands roamed over my ass and hips, without leaving any space of my skin and curves untouched

I heard the sound of the door opening, my heart stopped as I watched Slash’s face peek through the door, passing from having his eyes almost closed because of how high he was, to wide open like two plates for seeing the scene of my almost naked body with his already naked blond friend.

Duff was as if nothing happened while my hands didn't reach to cover me at all.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck." My despair was at an all-time high.

Slash started laughing.

"Calm down honey, it's not the first time I've seen Duff in these situations." I looked at Duff to which he nodded also laughing.

"He usually invites me, can I stay?" Slash wanted to get closer in small steps but Duff cut him off.

"Fuck, I want to do it just once in my life, go away." He shouted him.

"I know you're going to ask to join my groupies and I'm going to say no, asshole." Slash left the room slamming the door.

"What the hell was that?" I asked altered.

"Nothing sweetheart."

I squealed loudly when a hand came down to clap against my ass. I glanced at him over my shoulder, he paid no mind and he continued to toy with my body.

"Sorry honey, I just couldn't help myself."

His playful saccharine tone was oh so sweet. It made me melt.

My forearms were braced against the wall, if I was lucky, I'd make the night out with minimal skin irritation. The head of his cock rubbed against my folds, collecting my juices, that's so hot, I can feel my skin burning. He slowly sunk his cock into me, letting me adjust to each inch as my walls stretched around him. Duff kissed my neck and whispered sweet praises to me as he bottomed out.

"There you go baby," his voice is soft, almost inaudible, "You're taking me so well."

His blunt nails dig into my waist. He's practically vibrating in anticipation, just waiting for the go-ahead to rail me. Biting my lip, I inhaled sharply; the tip of his cock felt like it was bumping against my cervix. The bitter sting wasn't all that bad, not when it was accompanied by the jerk of my clit.

"Duff," my voice was pitchy, thick with need, "I need you to move. Fuck... me...please." the mixture of alcohol and the sensation of pleasure flooded my body, everything felt as if I was standing on a cloud that at any moment was going to fall.

He started off with the painstakingly slow drag of his hips, savoring the feeling of my walls clenching around him. The sight of me completely at his mercy was burnt into his mind. He drank in each and every one of my sounds, eyes mesmerized at the sight of his cock disappearing between my folds.

I let my head dropped in between my arms. I tried to convince myself and to try to forget the fact that anyone at this moment could hear Duff's name repeatedly slip from my lips, but it's not possible. Duff used my shoulder for leverage, pulling my shoulder back in time with his hips. Each thrust of his has my shoes leaving the ground, and when he finally grows tired of his deep and leisurely strokes, jackhammers me at a brutal pace. The low sound of his moans mixed in with mines, growing louder and louder with each second.

"Damn, you don't know what a beautiful view I'm having from here." his hands slide up my ass as he slowly admires me with his gaze.

Duff instantly paused.

"What's wrong?" I asked turning myself to look at him.

"Shh babygirl, and feel this." he said in a whisper.

He reached over to the table, dipping his fingers into the last powdery bits of the cocaine before returning to rub thoroughly over my inner lips and clit.

"And a little bit for me." He put some of the white powder on my back, forming a fine line with his fingers;

"Now yes, the view is more than perfect."

He leaned his head towards my back cleaning the white dust, running his finger cleaning all the rest that was left and then putting it on his thin lips.

Oh god, this's too fucking sexy.

The tingles and heat came on faster this time and founding myself leaning forward, lifting and twisting myself back down onto his cock to try and relieve the pressure. Every motion brought a new burst of pleasure, blocking out rational thought. I dropped to my hands and hung my head as I fucked myself back against Duff's hard body.

His thighs rubbed against the inside of mine, his blond long hair abrading and turning my skin pink. I could see where Duff entered my body looking down, see how I stretched to accommodate him, see how he glistened with our combined juices. I could see Duff's hand, still curled over my mound and pressing against my clit, my purity ring circling the middle of his pinkie, pointing right to where his cock fucking me. The forbidden carnality of the image had me shuddering with an unexpected burst of heat.

"Oh, my God baby." I moaned out loud. "Damn Duff I'm gonna cum." Every touch burned me like hell itself, I needed so much more from him.

Our bodies still reeling from our previous climax

"Where," he croaked out, "Where do -shit- where do you want it?"

"Huh?" my mind was hazy, filled to the brim with bliss. My head swimming with thoughts because of the drugs. The sporadic jerks of his hips should have been telling enough. But I was too fucked out to connect any sort of dots. My mind zeroed in on the stars that danced across my vision and didn't let up until I felt his cock twitch inside me.

"A-Ah damn... are you close?"

"Yes." His voice was nearing needy. "I'm so fucking close."

"Shit, me too." moans did not let out of my mouth.

"Inside, I want -fuck- no I need you to cum inside of me." My voice trembled as I spoke.

I'd beg if I had to. I was good at begging when the situation called for it. "Please Duff, please."

His hips rammed into mine, curses spilt under his breath with the occasional whine of my name. My oversensitive walls practically milk his cock when he cum, hips rolling into mine until he couldn't take it anymore. The cries of my name and his reverberate, bouncing around in my brain, all the meaningless words dropping away from my subconscious as he babbles on.

I can feel how his cum dribbles down my thighs when he pulls out, and he half-heartedly tries to scoop it back into my leaking hole. Despite his attempts, my inner thighs remained a sticky mess.

Duff's the only thing keeping me upright at this point, his vice grip securing me. I lean against him while he fixes himself up, face smushed against his chest.

"I- that was... amazing." I said almost out of breath, my cunt still throbbing because of the orgasm as I felt my legs shake.

"Definitely this has to happen more often, who would say that the photograph would fuck so well" He laughed leaving kisses all over my back.

"Well... surprise." I laughed back at him. "I need a round two."

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lost-in-the-80s · 3 years

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Best Prank Ever

Pairing: Duff McKagan x fem!reader

Words: 2,842k.

Summary: Trying to get revenge from Duff, Axl tricks him into taking viagra. Luckily for him, you’re around to help. (smut)

A/N: I love Duff so much, so this is to celebrate his birthday! People from my tag list, please let me know if the tags are working now <3

Warnings: Mature content, swearing and unprotected sex (use a condom, guys)

2022 update: I never thought this fic would get so many notes. Thank you so much guys, love you all

It was a rather cold night in February when Guns n Roses finished their show. Thousands of people shouting and screaming as they waved towards the audience before slowly walking out of the stage.

“Fuck, tonight was crazy!” Duff exclaimed, entering the band’s dressing room.

“You guys were amazing up there.” You said smiling.

“Thanks, sis,” Axl said as he passed by you.

They started removing their clothes and it was the signal you needed to leave the room.

The guys would just play again in a couple of days, which meant that they magically could spend the whole night at the hotel, something you had been looking up to, since sleeping in the bus was a real pain in the ass.

You sat on a couch in the backstage area, avoiding the curious eyes of the groupies that squeezed themselves into the room, hungry for a night with the boys. Even though you were Axl’s younger sister, most people didn’t know about your existence, since you preferred to stay behind the camera rather than in front of it.

While you stared at your nails to try to take away some of the awkward moment of having all eyes on you, the boys were getting changed in the room beside, pants and jackets were thrown from one way another while they searched for something cold to drink.

“Here you go.” Axl smiled slightly, handing Duff and Izzy a cold bottle of beer each.

Both frowned, staring at the ginger weirdly, it wasn’t common of him to make favors out of nowhere, even for his friends.

“What?” The ginger asked innocently.

“What’re you up to?” Izzy asked.

Axl shrugged. “Just trying to make up for yelling this morning, I know that I get out of hand sometimes.” He scratched the back of his neck before turning around and leaving.

Izzy and Duff eyed each other for a second before the blonde shrugged and drowned a long sip of the beer.

But Izzy knew better, he knew Axl for enough time not to believe in a single word of what he said. He stared at the bottle then looked at Axl, spotting when he had his eyes fixed on Duff, who was drawing the last sips of the bottle, a smirk forming in the ginger lips. That was all Izzy needed to know that something was up.

“You can have mine.” Izzy gave it to Duff. “I’m not really thirsty.”

“Thanks,” Duff replied, getting the bottle from the brunette’s hand and starting to drink it.

Taking a cigarette out of his pockets, Izzy walked towards the door, stopping beside Axl and saying loud enough for only him to hear.

“I don’t know what you put in the beer, but it better be entertaining.”

“How did you know?” The ginger asked.

“I know you very well.”

Axl smiled. “In this case, don’t worry it will be very entertaining.”

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Time passed by and when they noticed they were entering the hotel lobby, Axl walking in front as he was followed by the rest of the gang. Steven and Slash accompanied by groupies while Izzy decided to flirt with the receptionist. You and Duff coming last, both alone.

“Didn’t get a girl for yourself?” You asked him as all of you stopped at the elevators.

“Nah, wasn’t feeling like it today.” He smiled slightly. Ever since you joined the tour you hadn’t seen Duff with groupies, or any girl to be fair.

“I find that hard to believe, buddy,” Izzy said as he approached the group, the receptionist beside him.

Duff frowned and so Izzy pointed towards his pants, where a huge bone was visible.

“Damn!” Slash said laughing.

“I don’t understand,” Duff said looking down.

“Oh but I do very well.” Axl smiled proudly.

Duff lifted his eyes to look at the ginger, demanding some sort of explanation.

“You found it really funny when you and Izzy locked me out of the bus naked last week, right?” His smile got bigger.

“Wait. What?”

Izzy chuckled.

“Relax, it’s just some viagra. Just so you can spend the night thinking of me.” Axl smirked, a dry chuckle leaving his lips.

“You gave me viagra?” Duff raised his voice.

“Yup. And you’ve got Izzy’s dose too, so… have a good night.” Axl smiled one last time before entering one of the elevators along with you, Izzy and the receptionist.

“Why did you do that?” You asked your brother.

“Relax, it’s just a prank.”

“You’re such a dick sometimes.” You slapped his shoulder, to which he just rolled his eyes.

“You know that this can be dangerous right?”

“Duff’s young, there’s nothing to be worried about.”

“How could you agree with this, Isbell?” You turned your head towards him, but he didn’t reply, his mouth was too busy kissing the receptionist.

You gave them a disgusted look before looking at the ginger again.

“Let’s take a look, since you’re so worried,” Axl said as you exited the elevator, walking towards your rooms.

He took a box from his jacket's pocket, reading the back part of it.

“One pill… thirty minutes to take effect… usually lasts for four hours…”

“Four Hours!??” Duff shouted, he was at the end of the corridor.

“Well, I bet on eight since you took my beer too,” Izzy said smiling before entering his room and closing the door behind him.

“I’m gonna fucking kill you, Axl.” Duff started walking faster towards the vocalist, who quickly entered his room, closing the door right when Duff got there, kicking the wood with strength.

Slash and Steven both passed by giggling, going towards their rooms, leaving you and Duff alone in the corridor.

He looked at you, and you could see a mix of angriness and despair in his eyes.

“I’m sorry, Duff.” You smiled apologetically, touching his arm slightly before entering your own room.

You sighed as you closed your door, a part of you wanted to offer yourself to help him. It wouldn’t be much trouble since you always thought he was really hot. But you knew that Axl would freak out if you even kissed him.

His bandmates were forbidden for you. And you were forbidden for his bandmates. Those were the rules.

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One hour after that, you had just exited the bathroom, after having taken a long bath, very calm and relaxing, listening to your favorite record on your headphones, you were unaware of the loud banging at your door.

As soon as you took them off, Duff’s voice filled your room as what you assumed were his fists hit the wooden of the door repeatedly.

“Open the door, Axl!”

You heard him shouting.

“Axl!”

Wrapping yourself in a towel, you opened the door, his fist stopping inches away from your face as he tried hitting the door.

“Duff! What the fuck!?”

“Y/N? Sorry, I was looking for your brother actually.” He lowered his voice, rubbing the back of his neck, embarrassed by the situation.

“No shit.” You rolled your eyes while his traveled down your figure, clenching his fists when he saw you were in just a towel, feeling his member twitch inside his pants.”

“That’s his room.” You pointed towards the door beside yours.

But Duff didn’t reply, nor moved. You looked at his face and noticed his gaze fixed on your body.

“Hey!” You snapped your fingers in front of him.

“Shit, sorry, Y/N. It’s just that I’m-”

“Horny? Yeah, I can see that.” You finished for him.

“Yeah.” He looked down.

“No luck with that?”

“No…. Axl could at least give me the box, I wanted to see if there’s nothing I could do.”

“Knowing my brother, he’ll never open that door.”

“Yeah, I know.” He took one step back.

“To be fair Duff, I think there’s only one thing you could do…” You raised your eyebrows.

“Yeah, I know… Fuck!” He walked a little in the corridor before stopping in front of your door again.

“You need to help me, Y/N.” Pleading eyes, filled with frustration staring at you.

“What?” You choked on air.

“Please. I’m begging you.”

You bit your lower lip as your imagination ran wild on the things you could do to him.

“I can’t take this anymore.” He pleaded.

You took one step back, opening the door wide for him to enter the room.

“Thank you, Y/N. Thank you.” He said as he passed through the door, stopping nearby your bed.

You took in a long breath as you closed the door, turning around to face him.

“Okay, let’s see our options…”

He eyed you expectantly.

“Have you tried… you know.... Jerking off?”

“Well, yeah, but it’s not happening.”

You blinked a few times. “Do you know why?”

“I don’t know, maybe I didn’t have the inspiration.” He looked at you up and down, and you cursed yourself internally as you felt your core start to get heated.

Fuck this. You thought.

Gathering all your courage you stopped in front of him, getting on your knees and starting to undo his pants.

“What are you.-”

“What do you think? I’m helping you.” You answered, pulling his pants down to his ankles, happy for the fact that he came barefoot, making it easier for you to remove the fabric completely.

Even though you knew he was hard, you couldn’t help but widening your eyes when you pulled down his underwear and his member almost touched his belly.

Your hands delicately touched his member, running your fingertips and nails along his length, hearing as he sighed from how sensible he already was.

You closed your hand around him, moving it up and down a few times before you got closer to him, licking his tip slowly.

“Shit.” Duff hissed.

Taking that as an incentive, you opened your mouth further, taking the top of his member inside of it.

Starting to move your head up and down his length, you used your hands to take care of the rest as you created a slow pace.

Looking up, you saw Duff’s eyes closed as he bit his lip. The sight was quite amusing, so you kept staring at him, trying to memorize every detail of it. He opened his eyes and looked down, meeting your eyes. His brown orbs filled with desire as his pupils were dilated.

His burning gaze making your core get wet and a small moan leave your throat, causing pulsations on his member that made him sigh in pleasure.

Increasing the speed of your movements, you hollowed your cheeks, making Duff moan as his hands went down to your hair, grabbing your strands firmly.

After a few times, his breaths were heavier and he breathed your name out while you kept on sucking him, already tasting his precum in your mouth.

“Fuck, Y/N.” He moaned, tightening his grip on your hair with both hands as he started to thrust against your mouth.

Your hand let go of his member, finding his thighs for support, as you tried your best to relax your throat and not to gag on him.

Your nose almost touched his thorax as he moved his hips back and forth in your mouth. Your eyes started watering as he kept going deeper and deeper on your throat.

He stopped for a second, his cock completely stuffed inside your throat, holding you in place for a few seconds, causing you to gag against his length, making him groan.

His member started pulsing and you knew that he’d cum soon, so you used one of your hands on his balls, playing with them gently to help him with his climax.

“Oh, fuck” He groaned loudly as jats of his sperm hit the back of your throat, slowly sliding down.

He kept your head pressed against his thorax for a few more seconds before letting go of you, making you gasp loudly for air, as you let go of his balls.

“I’m sorry.” He gave you a small smile, as you licked the last remains of his sperm from his tip.

“It’s ok.” You said looking up at him.

“Shit. Don’t look at me like that.”

You smirked getting up.

“How’re you feelin’?”

“Better, but it’s not over yet.” He said looking down and realizing that he was still hard.

“Well, we can deal with it in other ways too.” You smiled innocently as you removed your towel from yourself, letting it hit the floor, revealing your naked form to him.

He stared at you open-mouthed for a few seconds, before he removed his t-shirt, throwing it on the floor and wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you in for a heated kiss.

Your tongues swayed together in sync as the two of you started walking towards the bed, stopping when your ankles hit the mattress and he gently pushed you on it, climbing on top of you.

His lips moved to your neck, leaving sloppy kisses and small bites on your skin that set your body on fire. He obviously noticed that, and moved one of his hands to your right boob, playing with your nipple before his mouth started working on your left boob.

“Duff.” You whispered his name, so low that he wasn’t even sure if you had really said it, or if it was his imagination.

“Say that again.” He whispered in your ear, biting your earlobe at the same time as his left hand found your core, sliding one finger between your folds.

You repeated his name, this time loud enough for him to hear, making a proud smirk show up on his face.

He slid his finger inside of you, feeling how wet you already were for him, making his member pulse against your thigh.

“So wet already, baby.”

You could hear the smirk in his voice as a small moan left your lips.

He moved a little, his eyes straight into yours as he asked: “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” You replied, pulling him down for another lustful kiss.

You slowly felt him penetrating you, your tightness around him making the two of you moan at the same time.

Duff placed one of his hands on the wall behind the bed while the other gently grabbed on your waist as he started moving in and out of you. At the same time as you grabbed his arm with one of your hands.

“You said your brother is in the next room right?”

“Yeah…. Why?”

“I want him to hear us.” A devilish smirk forming on his lips.

“Are you crazy? He’s gonna kill you.” You widened your eyes.

“After tonight… I don’t fucking care.”

He leaned down, kissing you hungrily as he started moving faster and rougher, finding your G-spot and hitting it repeatedly, making a loud moan leave your lips.

Duff kept his moves, creating a steady yet fast pace in and out of you, making your moans grow increasingly high with each thrust of his.

“Fuck…. Duff.” You moaned.

“You can be louder than that, baby.” His voice was hoarse with desire.

He started applying more strength on his thrusts, the bed involuntarily moving along, its headboard repeatedly hitting against the wall, and if you weren’t so lost in your own pleasure, you’d be worried about Axl hearing, but now, you just couldn’t care less.

You circled your legs around his waist, making his thrusts deeper than ever, every moan of yours filling the entire room as everything seemed to grow hotter and hotter as the time passed by.

Just as you started to feel your walls clenching around Duff, a loud bang at the door caught yours and Duff’s attention.

“Y/N!” Axl’s voice caught your ears.

But at this point, you wouldn’t be able to stop, not even if you wanted to.

Duff seemed too entranced to care either, his mouth stuck on your collar bone, marking you in hickeys as you finally reached your climax, your vision getting blurred for a second as your legs started shaking and Duff’s name left your lips louder than ever.

You soon felt his liquids filling you as he kept thrusting, riding out both yours and his climaxes, before he collapsed on top of you, his head resting on your chest, as the two of you tried to catch your breaths.

“Y/N!” You heard Axl again.

Duff chuckled lightly against your skin, sending vibrations through your body, making a smile appear on your lips.

“How’s your friend doing now?” You asked, eying him.

He looked up at you, before looking down. “I think he might need some extra care.” He smiled, making a small laugh leave your throat.

“Y/N open this fucking door!”

“Fuck off, Axl!” You yelled back.

You heard him yelling some curses towards the door, as Duff got up. For a second you thought he’d open the door, but he simply stopped near it and said loud enough for Axl to hear.

“I’m gonna keep her busy for some more hours, Ax! Go take some sleeping pills, or whatever.”

A proud smile was on display on his face as he turned towards you.

“Join me in a bath?” His smile slowly turning into a smirk.

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beclynn-herondale · 3 years

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“I'm Jace,” said Jace. “I'm Kit's big brother.”

“And I'm Kit. I'm the smart one,” Kit grinned.

Jace glowered. “I'm smart.”

“Sure,” Kit said.

“He's four and is so mean,” Jace pointed out. “But I love him.”

“Aww, what a softie,” Kit joked.

Jace sighed.

“If only someone loved you,” Kit grinned.

“That's taking it too far.”

“Is it, Mr. I'm afraid of ducks?”

Jace and Kit started wrestling.

“Boys, why don't you go play in your bedroom,” Céline suggested. “Just be careful and don't hurt each other.”

They both shrugged and ran off to one of the bedrooms.

“Being the mother to two Herondale boys is hard," Céline said. "And when your wife is a Herondale who only encourages them. . .it can be even harder.”

"I don't encourage them," Rosemary said defensively.

Céline gave her a look. “So it wasn't you who cheered Jace on in the argument against that kid on the playground?”

She shrugged. “We can't help that our son has a sharp wit. He beat that kid into the ground.”

“It's an exhausting job. I love my kids and my wife,” Céline smiled.

“Of course she loves us,” Rosemary crossed her arms and smiled.

“Raziel give me strength,” Céline said.

“Jace and Kit are great,” Rosemary said. “Always pranking each other. What more could you want in your kids?”

“What about how bird poop always ends up somewhere in the house,” Céline pointed out.

“We sanitize everything.”

Céline sighed.

“Where most people say ‘I can't.’ Our boys say ‘I can.’” Rosemary chuckled. “I love them. One time someone told Kit he couldn't climb up a set of stairs and he ran up them so fast. Jace was told he couldn't master piano in a half a year, and he mastered it in two months. They're unstoppable.”

“The boys often play with Michael Wayland's son and Robert Lightwood's kids,” Céline said. “We think Michael and Robert are dating, but we aren't sure.”

“Robert got a divorce a few years ago, couldn't keep a queen.”

“Rosemary,” Céline gasped and hit her arm lightly.

”Anyway, Michael has liked Robert since forever,” Rosemary was gesturing with her hands. “I said we should get them together. But Céline said we shouldn't get involved.”

“Because it isn't our business.”

“Baby, if I hadn't messed around with things that weren't my business, I would have never gotten you,” Rosemary winked.

Céline blushed.

Rosemary smirked. “Is that all? 'Cause I got some other business to attend to.”

They were done, Rosemary pulled Céline toward her and kissed her hard.

______

“I'm Michael,” Michael waved.

“And I'm Robert,” Robert mumbled, never being one for this kind of thing.

“So the big question everyone has is ‘Are we dating?’ We're both single dads. I tragically lost my wife and Robert tragically got a divorce," Michael said. And the answer is; I don't know.”

“What do you mean you don't know?” Robert asked.

“I don't know. Are we dating, Robert?”

Robert turned away.

“I don't know, either,” Michael admitted.

Robert stared out the window.

“But we do watch our kids together a lot, and I like to pretend we're a family,” Michael smiled. “It's nice when we have all the kids here. Alec is the eldest and he's just the best boy, so precious, so well behaved. Isabelle is the next Lightwood, she's a rebel, and is competitive. Then there's Max, he spends most of his time looking at books, which is odd since he's like almost three. And finally, we have my son. Jonathan is a well behaved boy, so sweet. But so naive. He would get in the van with a stranger. Luckily Alec's here. So when me and Robert are taking care of two kids at once, Alec keeps an eye on the other one.”

“I don't what we'd do without Alec,” Robert finally spoke.

“Well, I mean. . . there's me too,” Michael pointed out.

“Oh, yeah? You.”

“Are you messing with me?” Michael demanded.

“Maybe,” Robert smiled a little.

Michael started to wrestle with him, and ended up on top of Robert, they then gazed into each other's eyes.

(the interviewer left.)

______

“Hello, I'm Maryse,” she said. “I'm in a relationship with an amazing man. His name is Kadir. And I have come to the realization that I love him. Which kind of pissed me off a little, but also he's just amazing. And the kids love him. Don't you, Alec?”

“He doesn't talk much. I don't talk much, We have a mutual understanding,” Alec said.

”He's a little blank and quiet for my taste,” said Izzy. “But he loves mom. So, he's all right.”

“He cool,” Max said.

“But yes, I filed for divorce from my husband when I was pregnant with Max. I'd had enough, and I didn't want a new baby in the environment we were creating for our children.”

“Thank God,” Alec mumbled.

“Yeah,” Isabelle coughed.

Maryse stared.

“Maryse?” called Kadir.

“I'll be back.” She got up and left.

(One on one with the Lightwood siblings.)

“We're glad our parents got a divorce,” Alec said.

“They always fought. It got really bad at the end,” Izzy added.

“I wasn't born.” Mac continued to stare at his picture book.

“We aren't sad about it. Which might seem cold, but they're both much happier since the divorce.”

“Yeah, and we have two houses. And besides, Michael is awesome,” Izzy smiled. “I think him and dad are secretly dating.”

Alec looked into the camera. “It's uncertain.”

______

"Luke and I grew up together," Jocelyn said. "But I was married to an asshole before him. My two kids are from my first marriage. Luke loves them as his own, though."

"They're my kids," Luke smiled.

“Luke is our dad,” Clary said. “He does my hair. And he always hangs my drawings on the fridge.”

Jonathan nodded. “He also lfits us up really high and helps us pick apples.”

Clary rolled her eyes. “That's not the point, Jona.”

“It's a point to me,” he argued.

“Kids,” Jocelyn said, “behave.”

“I'm just saying,” Clary shrugged, “it's not the point.”

“And I'm saying that I like to be held up high,” Jonathan said.

“Yeah, it's your pride that needs to come down,” Clary stuck her tongue out.

“Says the one with a bad temper,” Jonathan shot back.

“Kids, enough. Behave we're on camera,” Jocelyn scolded.

“I'll get you a book, Clary. And I'll get you a new music CD, Jonathan. If you both behave,” Luke said.

They both stopped bickering.

Jocelyn hit him on the arm. “You can't bribe them every time.”

“It works, doesn't it?” Luke shrugged.

Jocelyn sighed.

______

“Yeah,” said Céline, flushed. “We have neighbors that live a little ways out. There's the Lightwoods, the Waylands, the Fairchilds and Luke. Maryse and Kadir live in the city.”

“Sometimes we have dinner with Maryse and Kadir,” Rosemary chimed in. “They're a cute couple. And Maryse is so chill, now.”

“That's true,” Céline nodded. ”To be honest, we were all happy when Maryse and Robert decided to get a divorce ”

Rosemary cringed. “They were really bad at the end.”

“Yeah,” Céline cleared her throat. “They're better now.”

“Now, we're hoping Michael and Robert get together,” Rosemary said. “Then we'd have a same-sex couple to go out with.”

“Well, and for them both to be happy,” Céline pointed out.

“Yeah. That too.” Rosemary looked into the camera.

Jace and Kit came running in then, they both jumped on Céline and Rosemary.

Rosemary started laughing.

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kar-krashew · 3 years

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life could be a dream [AO3]

Alec navigates first dates, second dates, and general panic, while accidentally making a friend along the way. He's not sure how to feel about any of that, but it seems to be going okay.

Rated T for language and implied sexual content.

@arsenic-creator for you, my lovely ❤ This is an interlude, of sorts, between the Cars AU and the planned Cars 2 AU :D

Alec is ninety percent sure whoever came up with the concept of first dates was a sadist; who else would devise a concept so nerve-wracking and excruciating? Currently, he’s in a random hotel in Spiral Springs, aptly named as he’s spent the last hour spiraling into insanity as he tries to figure out what normal people wear on first dates with people like Magnus Bane. He can’t even call Izzy, because she’s off on some “important work trip” with Jace. (That basically means that they’re going to be mysterious and vague during phone calls the whole time— and that’s only if they answer. He knows better than to ask.)

Thus, Alec has two options: suffer, and show up to his first date with Magnus in his normal shitty worn-out jeans and shirt, or suffer more, and ask someone in town for help. Unfortunately, the only other people available to him are Raphael (Alec is pretty sure he’d be found dead the next morning if he asked Raphael about dating advice), Ragnor (the man dresses like a reclusive British hermit, Alec really doesn’t think asking him will help), and Simon.

Shit.

“Do I really need someone else’s help?” Alec asks his own reflection in the mirror, “I look fine, right? And it’s not like Simon’s got a better idea of how these dates work.”

He looks great, honestly! Probably. He’s fine, as long as he ignores the suspicious fraying of his collar and the faded white patches on his jeans, and okay, he lied, he does not look fine.

Also, Simon’s had like three pretty steady girlfriends already. The kid must be doing something right.

“Shit,” Alec groans again— out loud this time, for intended effect— before taking a deep breath and grabbing his phone.

Fine. If it takes talking to Simon, he’s going to talk to Simon. Besides, how bad could it be?

---

Really bad. Like, really fucking bad; Alec had forgotten how annoying Simon is, and he’s regretting this decision wholeheartedly now.

“No one’s really asked me for dating advice before, you know,” Simon says from where he’s rummaging through Alec’s suitcase, “And of the people I would expect to ask me, you’re, like, last on that list. Not in a bad way or anything, it’s just weird, you know?”

Alec does know. This is the third time Simon has said this.

“Sure, totally,” he grits out, watching Simon carelessly toss his neatly folded clothing onto the hotel bed. Alec is going to have to reorganize the whole case after this is over, because these sorts of things have systems and the kid is ruining it. This was definitely more trouble than it’s worth.

“Yep. Anyway, wow, I’m no expert, but you really don’t have a lot of options in here.” Simon whistles, pauses for a minute, then upends the entire suitcase onto the mattress before Alec can intercept. God, Alec’s going to strangle him. “That’s better! So, you seem to only have, like, one decent button-down, and those always look nice. Maybe pair it with a tighter pair of jeans? Your jacket would look nice with this, too, though I’d leave it out in this weather.” Simon tosses the articles of clothing towards Alec as he speaks, hitting Alec squarely in the face, but he’s already been distracted by something else before he can register the glare being sent his way.

“Okay,” he says after another moment, “Show me what you got.”

Alec’s skeptical, to be frank, but he decides to indulge Simon anyway, so he heads to the bathroom and tries on the outfit and—

Oh.

Simon’s really not bad at this thing. Izzy probably could’ve picked something a little more flattering, but this is way better than whatever Alec was wearing earlier; he didn’t even know he’d remembered to bring this shirt when he’d packed his bags.

“Hey, man, you look great!” Simon beams. “I wasn’t totally sure that would work out, but you look awesome! Magnus is going to love it.”

“Thanks, Lewis,” Alec replies, and he’s surprised to realize he means it. Simon’s grin stretches out wider, somehow, and Alec doesn’t even feel that annoyed.

(Oh no, does this mean he tolerates Simon now?)

“It’s gonna go great, Alec, don’t worry about it,” Simon responds, oblivious to Alec’s internal turmoil— Alec is seriously having a breakdown over the fact that Simon has somehow made it onto the short list of people Alec doesn’t want to punch on sight, because what the fuck does that say about Alec’s standards? His reputation is on the line. “Magnus has lived here for a while, which means I know him well enough to tell you that you make him really happy.” Alec stares at him blankly.

“I— That means a lot, actually,” he manages, then they both just kind of. . . stand there for a minute. Alec isn’t sure how to process the fact that they seem to be having a moment when he was preparing to initiate anti-Lewis measures just seconds ago, so it’s almost a relief when Simon ruins it with the next thing that comes out of his mouth.

“I feel like a proud mother sending her kid to prom. Do I need to give you a sex talk? No one actually gave me that speech when I was younger, but I did improv in highschool, so I could probably work something out.”

Scratch whatever he said earlier; Alec hates him.

---

The trauma Simon inflicts on him is almost completely worth it when Alec sees the way Magnus checks him out for a moment. The other’s standing outside the entrance to some obscure Chinese restaurant, smiling warmly and turning Alec’s knees to jello with his low-cut blue tunic and shimmery eyeliner (not helped by the fact that he has managed to find pants that are even tighter than his usual leather ones— Alec’s going to die of a heart attack before they can even enter the establishment).

“Hey,” he says, trying not to look stupidly overwhelmed at Magnus’s answering smile, “You, uh, you look amazing.”

“I could say the same, Alexander. This shirt is definitely doing you favors,” Magnus replies, and Alec blushes.

“Would it be completely unattractive if I admitted Simon picked it out for me?” he asks, half-serious, but Magnus just laughs, taking Alec’s hand in his own.

“Of course not. Remind me to thank him next time we meet.”

The rest of the night goes by in a blur: Alec’s sure that the restaurant and everything was amazing, but it’s hard to notice things like ambiance and food when one has a front row seat to the wonder that is the gentle tilt of Magnus’s mouth. He spends the night being regaled with far-fetched anecdotes in between shameless bouts of flirting and giggling, and it’s nice, it’s really nice; alone, away from cameras and parents, just the two of them tucked away in a cozy little corner booth together.

It’s kind of the best fucking thing that’s ever happened to him.

Maybe first dates, Alec thinks, lying in bed later that night, the taste of lip gloss still faint on his tongue, aren’t too bad after all.

---

“Oh my gosh, are you going on dates and making friends? I’m so proud, my baby brother is all grown up,” Izzy sniffs over the phone, “Do we need to talk about safe sex?”

“Why is that the conclusion everyone draws? Do I look that repressed?” Alec groans, thinking back to Simon’s earlier pursuit to educate him on the carnal pleasures of the world. He’d managed to cut the kid off after the first use of the word “penetrative,” but it had been enough to fuel his nightmares for a solid two days afterwards. “Also, I’m older than you.”

“Details,” Izzy dismisses. “Speaking of which, spill! How was it? I still can’t believe you ran off to Spiral Springs without telling anyone. Mom must be absolutely livid, I just wish I was there to see it.”

Alec rolls his eyes, even though she can’t see it over the phone— the sentiment is there, and that’s what matters. “You would be here to see it if you weren’t off doing lord-knows-what in god-knows-where every other week with Jace,” he replies.

“Import-export business, Alec,” Izzy says, “I’ve told you this.”

“Right, the same way you’ve told me you can cook without poisoning everyone. We both know it’s a load of bullshit.”

“We’re getting off topic!” his sister exclaims, which is Izzy-speak for “We’re not talking about this for another year or so,” as she artfully changes the subject. “I believe I asked for specifics about your date with Magnus, hermano. You are not getting out of this.”

Luckily for her, Alec is easily distracted by even the vaguest thought or mention of Magnus, because he’s a total fucking sap and Izzy knows exactly how to use it to her advantage. He would say he hates her, but, well: he’s thinking about Magnus now. That’s infinitely more important, obviously.

“I wouldn’t know where to start,” he sighs. The exhale’s got this kind of pathetically lovesick quality to it, but he barrels on, praying Izzy won’t comment on it. “We ate, then he walked me back to the hotel and kissed me at the door before he left. It was amazing. God, Izzy, I like him so much.”

In a perfect, normal world, this would be an opportune time for Izzy to realize that Alec is kind of horribly vulnerable and honest when it comes to Magnus, and for her to be gentle and supportive about it. However, because normalcy is a pipe dream that Alec’s siblings are hellbent on crushing, he is treated instead to an inhumanly high-pitched squeal, followed by frantic shuffling before a voice that sounds suspiciously like Jace’s floods the phone speaker. Given that the most-definitely-Jace-voice is currently yelling something about condoms and endowment and the logistics of same-sex intercourse, Alec decides that hanging up is the appropriate course of action here.

(God, they’re the worst. He’s never going to talk to them again. Or at least, he’s not going to pick up their calls for the next week. Okay, maybe, like 3 days. Probably.)

Great, he thinks, mentally patting himself on the back. Now that that’s settled, he can get back to other matters, like fucking losing his mind because he had totally forgotten to ask Izzy how to plan a second date so he’s now screwed but he’s definitely not calling her back especially now that he knows Jace has her phone and that means he’s been left to his own resources to plan the perfect second date for Magnus and he’s going to have to do it all by himself and he’s going to fail spectacularly because he’s never had to do anything like this before and no one can help him unless—

Unless. . .

“Shit,” Alec says— out loud, for intended effect again, as a horrible flash of deja vu strikes him— which is how, minutes later, Simon ends up sprawled out on the hotel bed next to him at 4 pm on a Wednesday afternoon.

Alec should really start looking into better coping mechanisms before this becomes a problem.

“Okay, so the first thing about this is that you’re approaching it all wrong,” Simon says, sitting up to peer at Alec over his glasses. “Dates are about spending time together, not about being perfect, so don’t stress! What did you initially have in mind?”

That’s the issue: Alec didn’t have anything in mind, because when he had said that he’d organize the next date, he wasn’t exactly operating on full brain function. Impaired thought processes tend to be a common side effect around Magnus, now that Alec thinks about it— he should probably get that checked.

“I really have no clue,” Alec groans. “There’s so much that could go wrong! What if I take him somewhere that reminds him of his ex? Or I stumble and spill slushie all over his shoes and they’re brand new designer ones and he ends things with me on the spot? Or he hates the food there and realizes that my tastes are shit and he decides to cut his losses instead of being forced to eat shitty food everyday that he hangs out with me? Or—”

“Alec, jeez!” Simon interrupts. “Man, you’re kind of a mess about this, huh?”

Okay, rude. Just because it’s true, doesn’t mean it needs to be pointed out. Alec just groans louder, and lets his head fall heavily against the headboard. “I’m so fucked.”

Simon shakes his head, standing up to pose solemnly. “Don’t lose hope yet, young padawan! Come on, you gotta have something. What do you know he likes?” he says, and because Alec is a sucker when it comes to talking about Magnus (as established earlier), the tactic totally works.

“Okay, well,” he starts, “I know he likes expensive wines with names I can’t pronounce. He likes late nights and old classical music, but his ringtone changes every week to a different Britney Spears pop song. He’s kind of a horrible romantic, but I really like that about him. I. . . like a lot of things about him.”

Simon blinks for a moment, and Alec hurries to wipe the besotted smile that’s inevitably found its way onto his mouth. It’s too late, though— Simon’s already grinning back at him, looking too excited for his own good. “That’s so cheesy,” he coos, “But in, like, totally a good way, I promise.” He pats Alec’s shoulder, once, then stands up. “I think I have an idea of what would work. Any ideas in terms of the venue?”

“Oh,” Alec says after a moment. He’s still thinking about Magnus, which means he’s thinking about their previous meetings, which means he’s thinking about—

“Yeah,” he replies, “I have the perfect place in mind.”

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“So, where are we headed?” Magnus asks. He’s beautiful like this, in the light of the passing streetlights, silver chains glinting like stars, silk tunic flowing like water, hair mussed from the wind. If Alec didn’t have a plan for this evening, he’d probably do something very dumb like slamming the breaks on the car and kissing him senseless. It’s not the first time he’s had the thought, not by a long shot.

Maybe he can fit that part later into the evening.

“You’ll see,” Alec replies, beaming a little at the pout it brings on Magnus’s— stupidly kissable— mouth. “It’s meant to be a surprise.”

“I don’t like surprises,” Magnus frowns, but he still leans forward as they pass by a familiar waterfall. Alec can see the moment he processes what that waterfall means, his face lighting up completely as he does so. “Are we going to the Dumont?”

Alec shrugs, trying to be mysterious, but he’s grinning too wide for it to mean anything but a yes. It’s fine; if ruining the surprise means that he gets to see Magnus’s bright smile an extra few moments earlier than planned, it’s totally worth it.

When they finally pull up next to the old sign, Magnus has already noticed the changes to the hotel. “Oh,” he gasps, stepping out of the car, “Alexander.”

Lights are strung up around the outdoor courtyard, with a singular table in the center, a candle and plates arranged across its surface. Simon’s standing there, dressed in a black dress shirt, grinning at the two of them as music plays softly from some unknown corner. It’s horribly cheesy and romantic, and, judging by the way Magnus is excitedly clutching Alec’s hand as they approach the table, it’s worked like a charm.

Alec could marry Simon after this; the kid’s a fucking genius.

“Good evening, sirs!” Simon grins, “Welcome to the Hotel Dumont. We’re so glad you could join us this evening.” He bows, pulling out a chair from behind him, and Magnus laughs delightedly.

“This is absolutely lovely!” he exclaims, settling down. “Did you come up with all this?”

Alec blushes, sitting down right beside him. “Well, Simon did most of the work,” he replies, and Simon shakes his head.

“He’s totally lying; he did, like, all of the decorations and set up, and most of the plan, too. I’m just glad to be of help, man.” He hands them menus, then steps back. “Alright, I’ll leave you two alone for a moment while you decide. Don’t do anything too scandalous!”

Alec rolls his eyes— because really, what could they get up to sitting like this?— but then Magnus places his hand on Alec’s thigh as he leans closer and okay, maybe there’s a lot they could get up to, and maybe Alec is now thinking about all those things in a setting he really should not be, and maybe he should’ve let Izzy give him that talk after all.

“Alexander,” Magnus smiles, leaning closer still, “All of this is amazing, I don’t know how to thank you enough.” He tilts his face up invitingly, and Alec’s helpless to the pull of it, pressing his lips against the other’s. It’s supposed to be just a light brush, but then Magnus shifts nearer and opens his mouth up a little further and fuck, Alec’s libido is suddenly making a desparate appearance in this very public locale. That’s an issue, probably. Whatever. He can’t really bring himself to care right now.

“Mm,” he hums between kisses, “we should really decide on what to eat— hm, before Simon comes back,” but then he chases after Magnus’s mouth right after saying it, so that undermines the message a little. Though no one can really say it’s his fault: kissing Magnus is temptation incarnate, and Alec is a weak, weak man.

They do, eventually, unfortunately, break apart, which is exactly when Simon finally shows up with some expensive drink that he’d sworn Magnus would like. It seems to fill the has-an-impossible-to-pronounce-name quota that Alec had mentioned earlier, so he’s rolling with it. He’s also rolling with the menu, because Alec had planned on pre-planned meals for this thing, so he has no clue where Simon had managed to get proper menus with a selection of food (though the Spanish-themed cuisine on the menu and the passive-aggressive text he receives the next day from Raphael might be able to explain that).

Simon’s left them and they’re finally finished with their courses when some even sappier song starts playing on the speakers, and Alec, being a total dork, stands up and invites Magnus to dance with him. Alec’s kind of shit at dancing, so he’s not sure why he does that, but they end up pressed against each other, swaying slowly, and he can’t even regret it, not even when Magnus laughs at him for stepping on his toes.

It’s perfect. Alec has no clue how he’s going to live up to this on future dates. He’s also, like, halfway to proposing on the spot.

“I reiterate my statement from earlier: this is absolutely lovely, Alexander,” Magnus murmurs after a while. His head’s pressed against Alec’s shoulder, so the words brush Alec’s ear softly as he speaks. “I have quite a bit of planning to do for our next date if this is the standard we’re setting already,” he teases.

“We could eat takeout on my couch while watching some boring regency-era movie and I’d still love it,” Alec replies bashfully, “I got a little nervous this time and went really big, but I promise you don’t have to go this hard to impress me.”

“And you thought you did?” Magnus asks. He pulls away slightly, looking Alec in the eyes. “Darling, the same goes for me. This is stunning, but I genuinely just like you and your company, and that takeout thing sounds more than enjoyable. Though we might have to revisit your opinion on regency-era movies.”

Alec grins. “Why, Mr. Bane, don’t tell me you enjoy watching such long-winded pieces of media, filled to the brim with such stuffy, superfluous dialogue?”

Magnus gasps, seemingly affronted. “How dare you!” he exclaims, “It’s about the drama, the yearning! I’m sure you just haven’t seen the right ones. Next time, I’m making you watch my entire collection.” Alec laughs in response, and it seems to soften something in Magnus’s eyes, because he pulls close again, tilting their foreheads together.

“You know, Mr. Lightwood,” he murmurs, “I’m not the sort of gentleman to invite someone into my home on only our second evening together, but I’m sure I could make an exception for someone of your stature, especially given the amount of time we’ve spent together outside of these official meetings.”

Oh fuck, this is really happening. “How scandalous, Mr. Bane,” Alec somehow manages, then Magnus is giggling and kissing him, and yeah, Alec is so on board with this plan. He’s even more on board with the plan when Magnus leads him to the car, and then leads him up the stairs to his loft.

He’s not even annoyed when he wakes up to Simon’s strangely supportive “Congrats on the sex!” text, because there’s a man lying against his chest who he thinks he could easily fall in love with, and literally nothing else matters right now. It’s him and Magnus against the world: everything else can wait.

(Alec replies to Simon with a single middle finger emoji. He likes the kid, but Simon doesn’t need to know that.)

(The Star Wars movie marathon the two of them end up doing a week later kind of gives it away anyway.)

#my writing #none of you follow me for my writing but i insist on posting it anyway #malec #magnus bane #alec lightwood #simon lewis #shadowhunters #malec fic

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Grey's Anatomy season 17x10 Review

Sorry I'm late again.

Meredith

I'm not gonna lie I was getting tired of the beach scenes, I miss Meredith walking down the halls doing surgeries and risking her career to save life. The hospital isn't the same without her so when I saw Lexie was coming back I wasn't really excited anymore because I was over the whole beach thing. But I was pleasantly surprised in my opinion those were the best beach scenes we had all season. I really enjoyed the interaction between them and when Mark showed up I was even more giddy but it was still a bitter sweet moment seeing what Mark and Lexie could have been it was truly painful yet amazing to see. They finally talked about Bailey, when Meredith and Derek spoke they kinda skipped over him but today we actually got to hear about him which was great especially because he seems like an awesome kid. I hope that Meredith really does take their advice to heart and enjoys every moment of her life, she's been in pain for so long I want her to be able to accept happiness and not be afraid.

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Amelia and Teddy

An unexpected friendship but a good one nevertheless, she brings out an interesting side of Teddy. I can't express how much my love is growing for Amelia Shepherd, it was an interesting road but I can truly say she's finding the way to my heart. Her encouraging Teddy to go to therapy was a piece of advice I hope Teddy takes Owen also took that step and is on his way to being at a good place. The way Teddy and Owen looked at each other just shows that they still have a chance. Tom seems to be completely out of the picture do at least that part is over. I'm looking forward to seeing where things go from here.

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Haynes and Jo

I'm gonna start by saying, I don't like what they're trying to do with Jo and Haynes here, I can smell the potential love triangle and I really can't right now, we just got over the Teddy, Tom Owen one. Also this may be the first time I'm against a relationship without even seeing it first but I just don't see it, however I don't want to be too quick to judge so I'll wait until I make a decision on what I feel.

Hayne's sister in law showed up with kidney stones and understandably he was upset after all his kids already lost their mother and now they were on the verge of potentially loosing their aunt who clearly is very close to all of them, she also seems to know a lot about a certain Meredith Grey due to his less than hidden like for Mer.

For a moment in thought this was going to be another moment like Bailey's mother I'm glad it wasn't one family member loss was enough, but in the end it turned out fine thanks to Catherine Fox, who I honestly almost forgot is an actual surgeon so it was great to see her strutting her stuff in the OR.

I'm waiting to see what they do to Jo, she's already attached to Luna and if they're going to make her adopt Luna then she probably isn't going to be able to switch specialties and do the whole intern thing again, like in season 5 when Bailey decided to stay in general surgery because she was about to become a single mother either way it'll be interesting to see which path she takes. Same with the Jackson or Haynes thing.

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Maggie and Winston

Truly was the shock of the week, when he proposed I was grinning from ear to ear. Through all of Maggie's relationships I don't think anyone has really understood her or been able to match her personality but Winston does and he's so sweet and understanding so I was really excited but then I remembered this is Grey's and it's never that easy.

I really want them to be endgame but at the same time I don't know what's going to happen because it seems so soon not to mention weddings never go right on this show, I don't think any went off without a hitch. Then the promo for the next episode came out and I got even more nervous because Link asks Amelia if she wants to marry him and we all know whenever there's pair something doesn't work out just ask George and Izzie, George died and Izzie lived or Amelia and Bailey with their pregnancies. Bailey lost hers, Amelia didn't so I'm here hoping that this will not be the case here because I'm definitely rooting for both of their happily ever after. They surely deserve it.

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Owen and Tom

Managed to put aside his hate for a day to ease Tom's fear. I'm glad to see he was able to do that because Tom isn't in a good place, he wasn't even before he had Covid except he doesn't have the support groups which Teddy does. He's all alone so for that brief moment at least Tom could feel a little bit of sympathy which was also a nice thing on Owen's part as well because it shows he's growing and being able to move on.

Also can we take a moment to talk about his conversation with Cristina. It was pure gold her asking him to take a picture of the monitors despite Owen already telling her the stats.

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Webber

Is fed up with the whole pandemic along with the feeling helpless, I'm just glad they were able to solve the vent problems because I was really becoming scared for his blood pressure. But by the end luckily enough things got better when they were able to take Meredith off the vent and share the ventilators.

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Link

Is not with Amelia this week and has gotten a moment to work again, however he's used to kid talk and now finds it hard to speak with or to adults.

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Jackson

Using the teachings of Mark Sloan and being with Jo

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Levi

They're really starting to show my baby the bad parts of life aren't they? I hope they don't take the spark out of him. Him Amelia and Maggie are the only ones left who aren't completely dark and twisty.

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Its Question time 🎉

• How is Meredith going to react after she wakes up and hears Deluca has died? I know she'll probably remember it as some sort of subconscious thought but she literally went into a coma, woke back up to find out that her ex boyfriend was stabbed and died. Not only that, but a lot of things happened besides that as well so I'm waiting to see how she'll take it all.

• Are Teddy and Owen going to get back together? They looked pretty cozy by the end of the episode so I'm pretty sure something's going to happen.

• Will Tom ever find happiness? I mean come on he's barely been on the show for a little while and already he's been through more than some other characters who were there for longer.

• Will they actually let Maggie be happy and allow her and Winston to get married without complications

• Will Teddy go to therapy?

• Will Amelia marry Link

• And last, What are they trying to start with Haynes and Jo here?

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