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secret-date-nights · 29 days ago

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I came home from work and hung my jacket up before going into the lounge, it was eerily quiet downstairs and when I went into the bedroom I saw Isabelle sitting up on the bed leaning against the headboard wearing her teddy. Izzy was staring blankly out of the window, she didn’t even notice that I’d entered the room. I glanced across at her as I walked to the bathroom for a shower. I undressed and got into the shower. As I showered I remembered that it was Tuesday, the day that Izzy went to see Robbie, her boyfriend. She was normally on an endorphin high when she returned buoyed by a day of fantastic sex as she constantly reminded me. After I finished my shower I towelled myself dry before going into the bedroom to dress. I got some clean clothes from my wardrobe and started dressing myself. I finally looked at Izzy as I sat on the edge of the bed.

Are you okay Izzy ? She slowly turned to face me and stared trance like into my eyes. Danny I think I’ve fallen in love with Robbie. She spoke in a flat monotone voice almost robot like. I wasn’t surprised, I’d warned her of that danger and begged her to stop seeing him, she smiled. Honey it’s just sex with Robbie, I will always love you. I turned away from her and got up off the bed. I went to the window and stared out into the distance. I struggled to contain my anger, Izzy had become more and more distant over the past few months and whenever I asked her she denied anything was wrong. I decided that I wasn’t going to make a fuss and turned to face her. When are you going to go Izzy ? Her head jolted back as if she’d come out of her trance. Ooh I can’t leave Danny, Robbie lives with his parents, You’re gonna have to move into the spare room until Robbie and I can find a place of our own. I laughed out loud. No Izzy, I’m going to move out and stop paying any bills and instruct my solicitors to start divorce proceedings, don’t forget we both signed a prenuptial agreement and you’ll lose everything. I turned back to my wardrobe and pulled my travel bags out of the bottom of the wardrobe and started selecting my clothes and stuff, packing them in my bags as I went.

I’d finished packing my bags and pulled my wedding ring off before dropping it on the bed between her legs. I won’t be needing this anymore Izzy, perhaps you can use it for Robbie. Izzy stared at the ring as I walked out of the bedroom. Izzy called from the bedroom. Danny you’ve got nowhere to go, come back. I picked up by jacket before closing the front door. I put my stuff in the boot before driving away. Izzy was right in a way I didn’t have anywhere to go except for the house left to me after my parents died after retiring to their French villa. Over the last few months I’d been getting the house renovated intending to use it as a holiday home. I hadn’t told Izzy about the house, things were already strained between us with her being besotted over Robbie. I stopped en-route to have something to eat at a motorway service station before continuing my journey. I stopped at the local supermarket to get my groceries before finishing my journey. I park et at the back of the house before I started unloading the car, I started with the groceries and after storing them away I took my clothes upstairs to unpack. After putting everything away I made my bed before going down stairs. I made myself a coffee and sat watching the telly. It wasn’t long after before I went to bed.

I was woken the following by my alarm and got out of bed to go for a shower. After my shower I dried and dressed myself before going downstairs for breakfast. After I’d finished and clearing away I called my boss and arranged to work from home for a while. I set myself up on my laptop and done some work for a couple of hours before taking a break. I made myself a coffee before calling my solicitors and instructed them to start divorce proceedings because of Isabelle’s adultery with Robbie, after I answered all his questions I reminded him about the prenuptial agreement we’d signed and he assured me that it’d be validated at the divorce hearing. I returned to continue working on line, only finishing at five o’clock when hunger forced me to stop for dinner. The weather was atrocious over the next few days and I concentrated on my work. I needed to have a break when the weather changed and finally got to get out for a breath of fresh air and some exercise. When I returned I drove down to the supermarket to replenish my groceries. On the way home I stopped at the local rescue centre to see if they’d a suitable dog for me to adopt. I found the perfect dog, a young Staffie bitch. I’d grown up with these dogs and bonded almost immediately with her. I bought everything I needed for her.

When we got home I gave her some food while I unpacked my groceries before I took her out for a long walk. When we returned I gave her a bath and put her bed where I’d be working during the day. After lunch I spent some time working on line, Elsa was sound asleep on her bed beside my desk. Elsa gave my life a new dimension to my life. I started taking her out for a run in the morning before I showered and had breakfast, after work I took her out for a walk before dinner. I met other dog walkers, one woman Rachel had another Staffie and Elsa immediately started to play with her. Over the next few days we started meeting up in the mornings and the afternoons to walk our dogs, at weekends we started spending the whole days together, either taking them down to the pub for a roast lunch. Soon we started cooking evening meals together and after clearing away settling down to a film together. One night as we sat together I leaned across and kissed Rachel gently on her lips. Her deep blue eyes looked into mine as we kissed, as she responded her eyes closed as we melted into each other’s arms. Rachel slowly slipped down onto the couch, I moved with her until we were laying on the couch writhing together. Eventually we parted lips, both of us breathing deeply. Rachel gazed into my eyes. I was beginning to think that kiss was never gonna happen Danny. I smiled at her. I didn’t want to rush you Rachel and risk spoiling our friendship. She kissed me again, lightly at first then deeper. We kissed deeply for several minutes, before I kissed and nibbled down her neck and onto her breast, Rachel gasped as she pulled me into her chest.

Geez Danny what’re you doing to me ? I kissed further down her chest and onto her breast. Rachel gasped. Danny we can’t do this here. I pulled away and stood up before pulling her to her feet before leading her upstairs to my room. I took her to the before turning my bedside light on. We looked at each other before kissing again. Are you sure about this Rachel ? She nodded. I’ve spent a long time looking for someone like you Danny. We started undressing ourselves, climbing onto the bed. I climbed between her legs and kissed her again before kissing down to her breasts, Rachel was still breathing heavily as I kissed and sucked her breasts, running my tongue around her areoles until her nipples were long and hard. I sucked each of them until her breasts were red and swollen.

I kissed my way slowly down her firm flat stomach until I reached her neatly trimmed mound, Rachel groaned as I slipped my tongue down between her tight labia and into her sweet juicy vulva making her squeal as she lifted herself up and onto my mouth. I slipped my arms under her bum and around her thighs before easing her labia apart to reveal her wet pink flesh. I swiped my flat tongue up the length of her vulva, savouring her sweet juices before I pushed my tongue deep into her vagina. Rachel was moaning as my tongue wrestled with her pulsating muscles. Rachel’s body started trembling as I swirled my tongue around inside her body. Minutes later I slipped my tongue up her vulva until I found her little nub. Rachel’s body was quivering as I caressed her nub with my tongue. Her juices were flowing into my mouth as her body began shaking.

I kissed my way up her body and pushed myself into her entrance. Rachel gasped as she started stretching around my thick cock until I was fully inside her body. I looked into her eyes as I began moving, instinctively Rachel moved with me, her freely flowing juices helping us to smoothly slide together and settle into a deep rhythm. We kissed as we thrust together until minutes later She moaned softly as she succumbed to her feeling of intense intimacy and pleasure I could feel her muscles quivering on my body as her orgasms built up inside her body. Suddenly her muscles spasmed hard on my body as her orgasm ripped through her body, creaming my cock seconds before my balls started pumping themselves empty into my cock, engorging it before I exploded into her womb. Rachel gasped as she stared into my eyes as my potent seed hit into her womb again and again. We kissed deeply as we exchanged our bodily fluids. I was soon empty but continued kissing while her throbbing muscles milked me dry.

I finally pulled out and laid beside her, watching her stunning body glowing as she caught her breath before she cuddled into my side, slipping her arm and leg across my body as she laid her head on my shoulder. Rachel giggled softly. I think that kiss was worth the wait Danny. I pulled her closer. You won’t have to wait long for the next one Rachel. We later made love twice more before falling asleep in each other’s arms. The following morning we got up and showered together after drying and dressing ourselves we grabbed a glass of orange before taking the dogs out for their morning run. We took our time as we walked arm in arm, chatting about our future together. We had breakfast together when we returned home, Rachel fed the dogs while I cooked the food. After we’d finished and cleared away we sat on the couch. I asked Rachel if she’d move in with me while I was waiting for my divorce to come through, she readily agreed and moved her stuff across from her place. Later that day we all went down to the pub to celebrate our moving in together.

We’d only just settled in together when my solicitors called to tell me that my hearing had been brought forward to the following week, in just five days time. We were both excited that soon we’d be able to relax together, looking forwards to our future together. That evening however Isabelle called me in floods of tears. Danny, please stop the divorce, Robbie and will have nowhere to go. I sighed. That’s not my problem Izzy, you started all this and now it’s out of control. I’m not going to delay the divorce Izzy, I’ll let ou stay in the house until it’s sold. She started sobbing uncontrollably. I wish I’d never met him Danny, he won’t even tell his mother about us, I think his ashamed of me. Perhaps Izzy he’s ashamed of what he’s done, committed adultery, let’s face he’s know all along what he was doing. I rang off. Rachel looked after our dogs when I went to the hearing. It was all over relatively quickly she didn’t contest the fact that she’d committed adultery and my divorce duly granted. The prenuptial agreement was reviewed by the judge and declared to be valid and w she didn’t get a share of the property.

I returned home straight after the hearing where Rachel had cooked a special dinner. After we’d eaten we started to plan our future together. It would be six weeks before I could marry Rachel and we planned a simple ceremony. The house was quickly sold and Izzy had to move out, she found a flat outside the area and her relationship with Robbie ended badly.

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malec-ao3feed · 1 year ago

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Lighting Up The Sky

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/yR5wncx by GreeneySilvery The Clave was searching for one Jonathan Morgenstern and his sudden dessaparition. They find a trace in Nowhere, Oregon according to Alec's debrief. A place where nothing supernatural happens, a place where The Clave has zero Institutes. A place with only mundanes. So, if that was truth, why did they find traces of Vampires and why a singled out, nomada vampire told them about Jonathan being sheltered by a Vampire Coven? Alec didn't know. He wanted the mission to be over already. Fork is cold as fuck, the rundown house given by the clave drips water into the middle of the living room and he misses Magnus' kisses already. Oh, did he forgot to add that he need to reverse his attitude to the one he sported while being a teenager? Yeah, that too. He could never be a teenager and be out of the closed. Alec is so done with it all. Words: 2065, Chapters: 1/4, Language: English Fandoms: Shadowhunters (TV), Twilight (Movies) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Underage Categories: F/M, M/M, Other Characters: Alec Lightwood, Isabelle Lightwood, Jace Wayland, Clary Fray, Alice Cullen, Emmett Cullen, Jasper Hale, Rosalie Hale, Carlisle Cullen, Brief mention of Aline Penhallow, Magnus Bane Relationships: Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood, Edward Cullen/Bella Swan, Emmett Cullen/Rosalie Hale, Alice Cullen/Jasper Hale, Clary Fray/Jace Wayland Additional Tags: Grumpy Alec Lightwood, Protective Magnus Bane, Lightwood Siblings, BAMF Alec Lightwood, Protective Jace Wayland, Dazzling Izzy Lightwood, Alec is a good soldier, Motorcycles, Cars, Vampire Bella Swan, Outpowered, highschool read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/yR5wncx

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queerspacepunk · 2 years ago

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set your sights a little higher - #01

ofmd | ed/stede | heist!au

got this idea in my head the other night – it will eventually be a number of connected shorter scenes/fics that will one day be combined into a larger work but i'm trying to take a chill approach to writing what i right when i wanna and getting to post it if/when each piece is done so gonna be posting it on here for now!

#01 (inconvenient timing)

"Boss." Fang’s voice comes through Ed's earpiece crisply, despite the intentional layer of distortion they've added.

"Yeah mate?" Ed straightens a little, tensing. This new kit means he can hear the concern in Fang's voice, and he's not sure if that's a good or a bad thing yet.

"Got company."

"Shit. Iz?" Ed turns, but Izzy's earpiece is dangling from his collar, other ear connected to the lock as he works it. Ed's fairly certain he could've sprung the thing himself just with a good look at the wear and tear and a few instinctual stabs at probability, but he couldn't be bothered with the argument, and this way's just as quick.

"Security," Ed explains, stepping into Izzy's line of sight.

"It's not, actually," Fang clarifies.

"Cops? Dickfuck. Do you know if it was an alarm trip or a tip off?" Ed's caught Izzy's eye by now, knows he's listening, but he keeps working.

"Not them either."

"What?" Ed stops short. "Who the fuck is it then? Someone leave their kid in an exhibit or something?"

"Don't know exactly who," Fangs admits, apologetically. "Got a glimpse on the feeds but they know what they're doing – I think it's competition."

"Competition," Ed repeats for Izzy's benefit, just what they fucking need. "How long? You got an ETA for us?"

"Caught them on the roof," Fang explains, "lost them once they got in. Depends on which way they go but…"

Ed can just see him, fingers running carefully over the hard copy map he'd had in front of him when they left. It means they always need to have a lighter on hand (or an acid bath or, on one occasion, a goat), the way they work, but they've gotten awful good at destroying evidence over the years and Ed's always been far more confident about a pile of ash than a trashed hard drive.

"If they go for the shiny shit you can probably be in and out without them even noticing, assuming they don't fuck it up and trip the alarms. If they're smart enough to go your way then three minutes, give or take."

Three minutes. Sure.

"See if you can't get eyes down the other end," Ed orders, "find out if they're going that way."

Far end of the museum is where the good shit is, where the new exhibition's being housed. Exceedingly valuable, high profile shit. Security on it's pretty solid, but it's nearing the end of the tour, people get sloppy, and moving in's always a mess. Tempting as fuck.

Which is exactly why Ed's crew are at the opposite end of the building, trying to get their hands on a part of the permanent collection. A piece that's well secured in and of itself, but nowhere near as flashy, and with the staff busy with the new installations there's every chance Ed'll have sold it on before they even know it's missing.

Presuming this goes right. Presuming no one else jumps in on this. Best case scenario the newcomers do a good job at the other end and security goes looking in the morning and finds everyone's handiwork (Ed's buyer's lined up already, regardless of how hot the piece is, but still). Worst case scenario, they trip the alarms and bring security down on everyone. Mid case scenario they're smart enough to try the same thing Ed's trying.

Either way, they need to be out of here. Now.

"Iz, you have a minute before I call it," Ed warns, tapping the timer on his watch into motion, "Get that fucking lock open."

Izzy grumbles something in response, but Ed's not listening, already ducking back out the door, moving as close to silently as he can, listening out for anyone coming their way, checking that both their exits and back-ups are still clear.

His watch sends a blip to the earpiece at the thirty second mark and Ed turns back, debating with himself for a second before popping an anti-inflammatory out of the strip tucked into his tool belt and swallows the capsule dry. He's hoping there won't be any more running tonight than they'd initially planned, but Ed's been in this game too long to count on it.

He makes it back a second before his timer runs out. Izzy's still sweet talking the lock, but his foot's finally stopped tapping, which means he's nearly in.

"No sign of them down the other end," Ivan's voices buzzes in.

"They've had more than long enough to get there if they're going," Fang adds, "sorry boss, looks like they're smart."

"Iz, we're out of time. Wipe it down."

"Gimme a fucking second–"

"They're on us, Iz. We're out of time."

"Like you're not rounding down," Izzy spits back, and Ed'll be having fucking words with him about that, but he'll be having them later, because the lock clicks clean open as Izzy says it, and he pushes away from the cabinet.

"Put your fuckin' earpiece back in," Ed says, in lieu of a chewing out as he steps in to take over, and carefully tugs the drawer open with his right hand as he pulls his left glove off with his teeth.

Doesn't look like much, this dull, round piece of cast metal. Detailing on it's interesting, if not intricate, but it's not shiny, or pretty, or delicate. The sort of thing you wouldn't look at twice if you weren't exceptionally interested in this niche.

Nerds, Ed's found, make for wonderful buyers.

Clean right glove removes the disk from its padded spot, tucks it into his jacket. Bare left hand, already smeared with black drags across the space left behind, leaving a thick, dark streak of the same shit that's currently surrounding Ed's eyes.

(Made up of about fifteen different eye products, crushed together and then crammed into an old lip balm tube for exactly this purpose. Just to fuck with anyone who wants to waste their time on analysing it).

Ed bumps the draw closed with his hip, and lets Izzy reset the lock.

"Minute left if we want out of here before they arrive," Ed warns, pulling his left glove back on carefully.

"What if we don't?" Izzy mutters.

"I beg your fucking pardon."

"What if we don't," Izzy says flatly, standing up and resting his hand on his gun. "Why the fuck do we care if they catch us? They're not going to call security on themselves, and last I heard there wasn't anyone in this game we couldn't wipe the floor with," he gives Ed a distasteful once over, "assuming I'm not running with a fucking coward."

"You're the one," Ed reminds him, voice carefully stripped of the emotion Izzy's trying so hard to draw out of him, "who said you'd had enough of theatrics. That means we do jobs clean. That means we don't take stupid fucking risks posturing."

"Blackbeard never–"

"Well the Kraken does."

"Hope I'm not interrupting anything?"

Izzy's head snaps up to look over Ed's shoulder, face somehow settling deeper into its scowl.

Ed doesn't need to look.

"Bonnet," Izzy snarls, and Ed turns halfway, enough to put his back more to a wall, to get a look at the two people joining them in the space, but not enough to acknowledge either of them fully.

He's brought that shorter guy with him, the bald one who'd been good enough people, if a little much the times Ed had had to deal with him directly, but who had usually been busy with his boyfriend.

He's a good ten feet behind Stede, watching their exit, and glances at Ed warily, but without malice – doesn't know then. Should make getting out of here a little easier.

"Good stuff's down the other end," Ed says, aiming for nonchalant and ending up somewhere far flatter.

"It is good, isn't it?" Stede says, "I'll have to come in next week when the exhibition's open. But given that you're here, I have to assume that this is where I'll find the best stuff."

"You're too fucking late," Izzy snaps, and Stede glances at him with surprise, like he'd not even noticed Izzy was there.

For all Izzy hates the Gentleman Robber (and yes, Ed'll keep calling him that as long as it winds Izzy up), Ed's not sure he's ever realised just how well Bonnet plays him. Ed sees his hand going for his weapon and flashes him a signal to stand down. Changed, of course, since Bonnet last knew what they meant, and this time at least, Izzy takes heed.

"Not an issue," Stede tells him, politely ignoring Izzy's attempted to be threatening. "I've actually set my sights on something much more valuable."

He turns his gaze then to Ed. "And I don't intend to steal it."

"You're in the wrong game for that," Ed reminds him, stalking forward. Not up to Stede, but past him, "no one in this game expects anything to be handed to them."

Stede steps back out of the way, just like Ed knew he would, throwing in a showy little 'after you' gesture, because he never changed, not really, and Ed actually has to brace his forearm against Izzy's chest as they walk past to stop anyone from getting slapped.

(Not that they don't deserve it, the both of them, but if anyone gets to dole that out it'll be Ed, and it won't during a petty little cat fight in the back room of a museum.)

"Nor do I," Stede says, just as the other guy – Pete? – steps back to let them pass, and Ed's footsteps falter, but he doesn't turn, "not yet, but I've been told I can be rather convincing, on occasion."

"You misheard, love," Ed tosses over his shoulder, because he'd seen what Stede's face had done, when he'd heard Ed turn that sweetness on someone else, even in play, wanted to hear it as much as Ed had wanted to say it. Word singing between his teeth with the knowledge that Stede's getting exactly what he wants in exactly the way he doesn't want it. "It's pronounced conniving."

#bing bong #ofmd #our flag means death #fic #post heist #that'll be the tag i'll use for all of it #set your sights a little higher #comments/reblogs/messages etc all beyond welcome #trying something new out!#tumblr exclusive!#fix it in post

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morganaspendragonss · 4 years ago

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when the dust settles

Tommy grins, arching an eyebrow as she looks back at TK. "Shall we go rescue your man from my girls then?"

TK has to prepare himself before entering the house, but his resolve to stay calm and composed immediately crumbles as he sees what's waiting for him—Carlos, meticulously stacking Jenga pieces back in the box while the girls colour quietly at the kitchen table.

ao3 | 1.5k | 2.14

It’s late by the time they finish their impromptu shift, all piling into Nancy’s car after returning the rig to the garage. A tense silence falls over them as they head back to Tommy’s place, both TK and Nancy still reeling from the bombshell she dropped on them this morning. The sense of finality that comes with leaving the ambulance behind is almost too much to bear.

It’s Nancy who breaks it eventually as they pull to a stop outside the Vega household. “Well,” she says, turning to look at Tommy, “if this was our last ride all together, then… Thank you, for being such an amazing captain. There’s no-one I’d rather go through volcanoes, kidnappings, and dust storms with.”

“Agreed,” TK chimes in from the back seat. He doesn’t have as close a connection with Tommy as Nancy does, but the thought of her leaving still sends a sharp pain through his chest. She’d been the first captain he’s truly felt free and comfortable under, and he can’t picture the job without her steady leadership guiding them through. “And, thank you for giving me a chance, Cap. You, uh, these months with EMS have been the best of my career, and I know most of that is down to you. So, um… Yeah.”

He trails off awkwardly, flushing slightly as he stares down at his hands. There’s an awful pressure behind his eyes, a sure sign he’s about to cry again, but he tries — unsuccessfully — to force the tears back.

“I think we’ve all cried enough for one day, huh, Strand?” Tommy asks, but there’s a smile in her suspiciously thick voice. TK looks up at her, met with a warm gaze and, yep, the undeniable shine in both her and Nancy’s eyes.

She breathes out shakily, then reaches a hand back to TK, the other going across Nancy. “I’m not sure I deserve such high praise, but thank you both. I meant what I said earlier; it has truly been a gift to work alongside two incredibly talented paramedics, and I could not have asked for a better reintroduction to the job.”

Nancy arches a brow, looking at her in disbelief.

Tommy laughs. “Maybe I could have gone without being kidnapped and having my firehouse blow up.”

“For starters,” Nancy mutters.

“Point is, I’m grateful. And… I think that maybe I was a little too hasty in my decision earlier.”

TK straightens in his seat, sharing a hopeful glance with Nancy. “You mean you’re coming back?”

“I’m not sure my girls would have it any other way,” Tommy admits wryly. Her smile turns a little sad, and she casts her eyes skyward, squeezing their hands tightly. “Then I think about what Charles would say,” she continues softly. “He would tell me to do what I want to do, not what I think I should do, and that’s my job. Don’t get me wrong, the girls will always come first, and I still need to do a lot of thinking to make sure it’s actually doable. But, hopefully, when the 126 reopens, I will be back in that ambulance with you two.”

Nancy doesn’t waste a second in launching herself forward to hug Tommy. TK grins at them, his eyes more than a little wet, and he feels a weight lifting from his chest.

“That’s awesome, Cap,” he says, squeezing her hand once more before letting go to surreptitiously wipe at his face.

“I can’t believe you almost left me alone with him,” Nancy adds, pulling back from Tommy and jerking her thumb towards TK. He makes a token protest, as is his role in this relationship, but the ribbing is worth it to see Tommy smile and roll her eyes at them, like she’s done so many times before.

“Alright, kids.” She opens the car door and climbs out, leaning back in to raise an eyebrow at TK. “Shall we go rescue your man from my girls?”

TK laughs and gets out too, hearing Nancy do the same. He has to take a moment to prepare himself before Tommy lets them in; seeing Carlos with the girls earlier had put all sorts of thoughts in his head—thoughts he should not be having after only a year of dating. Not that he wants to have those thoughts about anyone else, but still.

Slow and steady; that’s what they agreed. So TK takes a deep breath, tells himself to keep his head, no matter what’s waiting inside, and follows Nancy into the house.

His resolve crumbles immediately, his heart doing a funny little flip at the sight of Carlos meticulously stacking Jenga pieces back in the box while the girls colour quietly at the kitchen table. TK doesn’t know why it’s this, of all things, that’s making him so giddy, but there’s something about Carlos taking such care over something so small, whereas TK himself would have just thrown the pieces in the box until the lid had to be forced on.

It takes a second for his brain to reboot, and by that time, Carlos has abandoned his task. He smiles at them as Tommy hugs her girls, and TK goes over to greet him, wrapping an arm around his waist and pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek.

He leans his head down on Carlos’s shoulder, letting some of the exhaustion finally catch up with him. “Have fun?” he mumbles.

Carlos covers the hand TK has on his waist with his own. “Not as much as you, I’m sure.”

“Nine-year olds versus a dust storm?” TK hums as if in thought and wiggles his hand in the air. “Tough choice.”

Carlos laughs, gently knocking their heads together before pulling away from TK as Tommy returns from putting the girls to bed. He doesn’t let Tommy get a word out before he approaches her, an adorably worried look on his face. “I know you said they usually go to sleep much earlier than this,” he says, apologetic, “but they wanted to stay up and wait for you, and I figured they’d do that anyway so I said it was alright. I’m sorry if it wasn’t, I shouldn’t have assumed —”

“Carlos!” Tommy holds up a hand, very obviously fighting back laughter. “It’s okay, really. That was absolutely the right call; I’d probably have woken them up anyway. I can’t thank you enough for agreeing to look after them so last minute.”

He shakes his head, waving her off. “It was nothing.”

“It was everything,” she corrects. “I hope they didn’t torture you too much?”

“They were no trouble at all, I assure you.”

“Well.” Tommy sends him another grateful look, then glances round at all three of them. “Thank you, again. All of you. Now, go home and get some rest — you guys deserve it.”

TK steps forward to hug Tommy, then moves back to Carlos’s side. “Night, Cap,” he says, lifting a hand in one last wave goodbye, before he and Carlos step outside together.

They linger on the curb, waiting for Nancy, who stayed back to talk to Tommy some more. TK hooks his pinky around Carlos’s, leaning on him again. “You were really good with them,” he says quietly, keeping his voice carefully devoid of implication.

Carlos shrugs. “I’ve got five nieces and nephews, and my sisters have taken full advantage of my childless status to turn me into the family babysitter. Trust me, once you’ve had a toddler screaming in your ear for four hours straight, you can handle anything. Besides, apart from repeatedly kicking my ass at Jenga, Izzy and Evie really were totally fine.”

TK snorts. “Yeah, you’d think a cop would have steadier hands than that.”

He grins up at Carlos, receiving a pinch in the side for the comment, which only makes him laugh more.

“They cheated!”

“You can’t cheat at Jenga, Carlos.”

“For once, he has a point,” Nancy says, making them both jump as she appears from, seemingly, nowhere. She levels a finger at the two of them, eyes narrowed. “Technically, I am obligated to drive you home, but if either of you start with the lovey-dovey shit, I will not hesitate to abandon you on the side of the road.”

“Then I will not hesitate to turn you in to Cap,” TK counters, but Nancy just rolls her eyes and gets in the car.

“Please. She’d be on my side and you know it,” she says, which—point. “You coming or not?”

TK grumbles but gets in, immediately retaking Carlos’s hand when they’re both settled. They share a soft smile, making Nancy groan, but she doesn’t make good on her threat, which is a win. This entire day has felt like a win, minus the rocky start, and TK can’t help but feel like things are finally falling into place.

There’s a light at the end of the tunnel, and it’s getting closer with every second.

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madroxed · 5 years ago

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“YOU KNOW THAT YOUR BOOK IS UPSIDE DOWN, RIGHT?” [fic meme. SIMON/RAPHAEL, COLLEGE AU, ENEMIES TO LOVERS. for @hoechlder. @ao3.]

“Okay,” Raphael Santiago’s saying, leaning back smoothly in his chair in a way that would absolutely have Simon unbalancing onto the floor, and offering his trademark smug smile at the poor girl across the table, “but madness as a trope has been at the base of the ghost story at least since Shakespeare…”

Simon tunes him out. It’s probably a really good point and he should be making notes, but he just….can’t. Raphael starts talking and Simon automatically switches off; it’s been that way since approximately nought point two seconds into their freshman year when Raphael had eyed Simon’s ironic Care Bears t-shirt with disgust and asked him if he wasn’t confusing college with elementary school.

Simon hates him.

“You don’t hate him,” Jace says later, when Simon’s finishing up rant number 1458 on why Raphael Santiago has been put on this earth specifically to torture him. Clary shoots Jace a sceptical look so Simon doesn’t have to. “He’s part of your college experience. Everyone needs a good nemesis.”

“Um,” Clary says, “who’s yours?”

“Your father,” Jace says, like it’s obvious. “I didn’t say it had to be another student. Izzy’s is the conservative dress code, and Alec’s is every obnoxious heterosexual couple he knows.”

“That’s us,” Clary tells Simon with a smile.

Jace salutes. “It’s worse because he has to spend all his time with us, but better because he can tell us to our face how gross we are.” He wipes away a fake tear. “He’ll look back on those memories fondly.”

“Okay, I get it. You guys get off on tormenting Alec,” Simon says, “but just so we’re clear, Raphael Santiago really is the worst.”

“We know, honey,” Clary says, patting his leg.

Simon feels very patronized.

Magnus decides that a Wednesday night is a totally reasonable time to throw a party, which is patently untrue but they all go anyway.

They lose Alec almost immediately, taking up his place at Magnus’ side as his boyfriend holds court, and Izzy disappears shortly after, followed by the eyes of roughly a million admirers Simon can’t fault for a second.

“You good?” Clary asks, and Simon waves a hand.

“Go. Find a corner to make out in. I’ll be fine.”

“Great, thanks,” Jace says, tugging Clary away before she can change her mind.

“You’re blocking the door,” a horribly familiar voice says, and Simon squeezes his eyes shut for a long moment before stepping aside.

“What are you doing here?” Simon asks before he can stop himself. He doesn’t care, he really doesn’t, except that he absolutely does and it’s going to drive him crazy for the rest of the night.

Raphael shoots him a look that says he knows exactly how Simon feels. “Unfortunately, I live here.”

“Uh,” Simon says, and wonders if he knew that. He’s ninety-percent sure he didn’t, in which case he and Alec are going to have a serious chat. “Since when?”

“Since the start of the year.” Raphael rolls his eyes. “Not that it’s any of your business, but Magnus is technically my guardian. Was my guardian. Obviously that stopped being important when I turned eighteen, but the damage was done.”

“And by damage,” Simon says, “you mean emotions?”

He thinks Raphael may actually growl. It’s fascinating. “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be studying? You looked a little lost in Monday’s seminar…”

“Wow,” Simon says, and wonders where the alcohol is, “A, not all of us feel the need to take over discussions. And B, fuck you.”

Raphael smirks, and Simon wants to scream. No one in the world is able to get under his skin this much, and that’s saying something considering he and Jace accidentally became friends in sophomore year.

“I’m walking away now,” Simon says, and ignores Raphael’s mocking laugh behind him.

Simon’s drunk. Very, very drunk. Possibly the most drunk he’s ever been.

“Nope,” Clary says, pointing her glass at him. Half of it sloshes over the rim. “Remember prom? We were wasted.”

“God,” Simon says, scrunching up his nose. “That was bad.”

“So bad,” Clary agrees. “Where’s the vodka?”

Simon passes her a bottle that, actually, may be tequila? Honestly at this point he’s not sure it matters.

“Did you know Raphael lives here?” he asks out of nowhere, and Clary gasps.

“No! Here here?”

“Yep!”

Clary blinks and drinks her tequila. “Wow. So weird. You should go say hi!”

Simon snorts. “I already did. Sort of.”

“Well go say it again,” Clary says, pushing ineffectively at his arm. “With sexy eyes or something.”

Simon’s brain shorts out. “…What? Why?”

Clary laughs. “Because you like him, doofus. You like like him. You want to kiss him and marry him and be shouty about…comic books and that show only you two watch forever.”

“You liar,” Simon says, because all of that is blatantly untrue. Clary has no idea what she’s talking about. Absolutely none. Simon hates Raphael. Hates his stupid smug smile and his expensive jackets and his perfect hair and the way he always makes Simon feel hot and awkward and like he’s the only person in the room.

“Oh shit,” he says, and Clary nods, patting him on the shoulder.

“S’ok,” she says.

“It really, really isn’t,” Simon says and snatches the bottle of tequila back.

It’s very possible he’s dying. Everything’s both very loud and very bright even though his eyes are definitely still closed, and it tastes like something’s died on his tongue.

“Fuck,” he croaks and rolls over only to crash promptly to the floor. “Fuck.”

When he finally manages to open his eyes, Raphael’s staring down at him, wearing a heavy brocade robe and holding a truly giant mug. “You okay down there?”

“Your couch sucks,” Simon says, and Raphael shrugs.

“Magnus chose it, blame him.”

“Where’s everyone else?” Simon asks, attempting to sit up and failing spectacularly.

“They, like normal house guests, went home when the party finished.”

“Ah,” Simon says. “And, uh, I…didn’t?”

Raphael frowns. “You don’t remember?”

“Nope,” Simon says with a wince. “Too much…I’m gonna guess tequila based on the throbbing behind my eyes.”

“…Right,” Raphael says, and if Simon didn’t know better he’d say he was upset. He’s probably just mad that Simon’s still there, taking up his couch on a Thursday morning and stopping him reading the entire works of Tolstoy or whatever it is Raphael does for fun.

“I’ll get out of your hair as soon as I can, you know, stand up without breaking something.”

Raphael sighs. “There’s coffee in the kitchen.”

The kitchen’s a disaster zone, bottles and empty cups everywhere, and Simon doesn’t want to know what he just stepped in. Still, the smell of fresh coffee manages to take away some of the edge and Simon goes through cupboards until he finds a mug almost as large of Raphael’s.

“So,” he says, when Raphael follows him as far as the doorframe, “did you, uh, need help cleaning up, or…?”

“You really don’t remember anything about last night?” Raphael says, ignoring the question, and Simon frowns.

“I mean, I remember getting here and you telling me you live here, and I remember Jace starting up a game of beer pong, but after that…nope, not really.”

“Do you remember the party Magnus threw for Isabelle’s birthday our freshman year?” Raphael asks, which is completely out of left field, wow.

“Sure,” Simon says carefully. “Not the specifics, but I remember it was a fun night.”

“So,” Raphael says, and Simon’s not so hungover he doesn’t recognize the danger in his tone, “you don’t remember finding me on the balcony and telling me that you, and I quote, found me ‘super hot, especially when I do that smug asshole thing.’?”

Simon blinks.

“And,” Raphael continues, “you don’t remember the fourth of July when you brought me melted ice-cream and told me you liked my voice? Or the time you kissed me in the garden at one of Isabelle’s stupid sorority parties?” He takes a step forward and Simon swallows nervously. “Or last night when you found me in my room and told me you wanted to marry me and have shouty arguments forever?”

“Um,” Simon says.

“I see,” Raphael says. “It was just the tequila, then.”

He turns to leave and Simon finally remember to actually do something.

“Wait,” he says, and Raphael pauses. “Why didn’t you ever say anything?”

Raphael looks at him like he’s an idiot. Which…fair. “Because you didn’t.”

Which—

Fuck.

The thing is, well, okay, yeah. Simon’s had a crush on Raphael since he insulted his Care Bears t-shirt and proceeded to start an argument over the benefits of new media in literary studies. He knows this. Sure, he tries to keep it buried as far down in his own denial as he can, but it doesn’t help when he spends most of every shared seminar they have staring at the sharp jut of Raphael’s collarbone beneath his stupidly expensive button-downs.

It’s a thing.

He just…hadn’t known that maybe it was a shared thing.

“I woke up on the couch,” he says, which isn’t at all what he’d meant to come out of his mouth but at least it’s a full sentence.

“Obviously,” Raphael says. “You were wasted.”

“So I didn’t kiss you?”

The corner of Raphael’s mouth tilts up, just a little. “Oh, you did.”

“So you didn’t kiss me back?” Simon says, piecing events together slowly but surely.

“I never do,” Raphael says, and Simon frowns, feeling confused and a little hurt. “I always tell you to kiss me when you’re sober. You never do.”

Simon, it turns out, is the biggest idiot on the planet. Clearly college is wasted on him.

“Right,” he says, digging the last remnants of his bravery out from his pounding skull. “Right.”

It’s probably not super romantic that he steps in the wet patch again, but as first kisses goes it’s…well. It’s pretty fucking excellent, actually.

Right up until Raphael pulls away.

“God, you really need to brush your teeth.”

“Yeah,” Simon says, backing up awkwardly. “Yeah, I’ll just—”

“There’s spare toothbrushes under the sink,” Raphael says, rolling his eyes, but the flush on his cheeks gives him away.

“Be right back,” Simon says, and tries to remember where the bathroom is.

Raphael’s doing the leaning thing again. Simon wants to try it but he’s not going to risk crashing to the floor whilst they’re still in the honeymoon phase. Besides, he doesn’t think he’d look anywhere near as cool.

Raphael’s embroidered jacket is draped over the back of his chair and his shirt is unbuttoned at the collar, and Simon has no idea what conversation the professor’s just struck up.

Which isn’t too different from normal, really.

Raphael catches his eye and Simon’s heart does a truly embarrassing skippy thing in his chest.

“You know that your book is upside down, right?” Raphael says, smirk sliding into place, and Simon sighs.

He can always kiss it away later.

[for the au + trope + prompt game. send me one!]

#saphael #saphael fic #shadowhunters #shadowhunters fic #simon x raphael #my fic #hoechlder #TUMBLR KEEPS EATING MY ASKS WHEN I TRY AND REPLY AND PUTTING THE READ MORE IN THE ASK ITSELF???#it's so annoying

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itsthestutterforme · 4 years ago

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Broken (Alec)

Y/N had a huge crush on Alec and he broke her heart when he said he was marrying Lydia.

I am and will probably always be in love with Alec Lightwood. We've been best friends since training and while he fell in love with Jace. I fell in love with him. Things have been hard, especially whenever I need help, I'm not taken seriously enough.

And my life just got a lot harder because the Clave sent Lydia to supervise us at the Institute, which is essentially babysitting us. I was looking for Izzy when I notice her talking to Alec. "Me and Lydia are going to get married. Bringing our families together is the smartest move against Valentine."

"What?" I say, making them both look at me. "Y/N," Izzy says. "I have had enough of this. Are you really that blind and ignorant not to notice that I am helplessly in love with you?" "You completely looked passed me and flirted with Magnus and now, you're marrying someone you just met."

"It's for the sake of our family, Y/N. Don't take it personal." "I take things personal. I can't supress my emotions like you. So let me make it very clear to you when I say that I hate you." "And do me a kind favor; delete my entire contact from your phone. I won't be answering either of you." With that, I left the Institute and took a cab to a bar across town.

Third Person POV

"And now you've just lost the most loyal friend you will ever find. Good luck with that." Isabella says before leaving the room. Alec huffs before leaving to start training.

It's passed 12 o'clock in the morning and Y/N was nowhere in sight. She didn't want to go back to the Institute so she went to the only place she knew: Magnus. She knocked on his door and he opened it reluctantly. He was shocked to see her, considered that they weren't exactly close friends.

"I'll let tomorrow morning, I just don't want to go back to the Institute. I don't want to see his face." Magnus knew exactly who she was talking about and said, "Honey, me neither. Come on in." She took a few wobbly steps before collapsing in his arms. "Jesus, how drunk are you?"

"Quite." He carries her inside and tucks her in his guest bedroom. He was about to leave before she asked, "How do you do it?" "Hm?" "Goblins live for centuries. How did you get over getting your heartbroken several times by the same person?"

"It took time and patience," "Everyone knows that Alec, Izzy, Jace and me are the elite team. If one leaves, the team is incomplete." "Well maybe, you need a break from this elite team. It's clearly not helping with your emotional and mental health. Those are important too."

"Honestly, I'm done with the pain. I can already feel myself getting numb. It's probably better if I just start fresh." "The numbness is probably from the alcohol. Go to sleep darling. You need it." Magnus says before he left.

Isabella started to worry and searched the most likely places Y/N would have gone. And she wasn't anywhere in sight. She used her tracking rune and found her at Magnus' but she left her be. She just had to know where she was.

The next morning, Y/N woke up with a very life changing idea. The best way to start fresh the way she wanted, is to completely leave the Shadowhunter world. To leave everything she ever worked for behind, and become a mundane by having her runes stripped.

Normally people stripping their runes as a punishment, but she saw it as her passage to freedom. No more men trying to play with her heart because now she knows better.

With her memories erases, she won't have that hole in her heart anymore. She truly believes that this is what she wants. She gets up from the bed and nearly falls over. "Jeez, how much did I drink?" She shuffles into the kitchen where Magnus was cooking breakfast.

"Good morning sunshine," "Morning," "Here's some coffee and Advil for the hangover," "Thank you," "There's something completely crazy that I wanted you to do and I will give you everything to do it."

"Alright, what do you want me to do?" "I want you to strip me of my runes and memories." Magnus stares at her with wide eyes. "Are you sure that's not the alcohol talking." "No, this is sober Y/N talking and I'm serious. The Shadow World has only caused me pain. And I don't want to be apart of it anymore." "But what about Isabelle and Jace?"

"If they love me, they will let me go." "This is ridiculous. When I said you needed a break, I didn't mean this." "Please, I'll give you all of my weapons and stones for you to sell. Just please do this for me." "Alright, all of the ingredients will take a day to collect. So we will do the spell tomorrow night. That will give you some time to think this through."

They ate breakfast before Y/N went back to the Institute. "Y/N, I know that you're pissed at Alec, but he needs your support now mor--" "No, he has a sister for that. I'm just the second option. Always have been." "Whoa, where is this coming from?" "Just leave me alone, Izzy."

Y/N left tomorrow night again and Alec decided to follow her. He was confused when he followed her to Magnus'. He used his hearing rune to listen in on their conversation. "Are you sure you want to do this, Y/N? Because once you do, it's irreversible." "I'm ready." Alec then started to hear Y/N scream and he barged into the apartment.

"What are you doing to her!" Alec defends. "This is what she wanted," "To strip her of her runes. That's ridiculous." "It's true, Alec. Leave me be." "Leave you-- you're stripping yourself of your runes.How are you supposed to be a shadow hunter?" "That's the point, Alec. I don't want to live in this world anymore. I want to be a mundane."

"A mundane?" "Continue, Magnus." "Don't you touch her." Alec states. "Stop it! Stop acting like you care about me!" "I'm not acting, I.. you're like a sister to me, Y/N." "That's a part of the problem. I'm done being hurt by you over and over again. I deserve better than this." "Then tell me what I can do better. Don't just give up."

"I have been in this all my life and there's nothing else it can offer me." "What about Jace and Isabelle? You're just going to leave them-- leave me?" "If you loved me, you'll let me go." "It's because I love you that I won't." Y/N looks to Magnus and he nods before sending both of them in another warehouse Magnus owns. Alec runs out of Magnus' house to find them, but he won't get there in time.

He told Jace and Isabelle what Y/N was doing and they all tried to find her as fast as they could. But by the time they found her, she already had her memories wiped. She was just about to leave to go to her new apartment when they barged in. "Y/N, please tell me that you didn't go through with it?" Isabelle asks. "Go through with what? And how do you know my name?"

"No, I refuse to believe that you would want to forget us. After everything we've been through!" Alec snaps. "Don't yell at her! It's done. The best thing we can do is leave her to start her new life." Jace says. He approached Y/N and kissed her forehead warmly. "I wish you good luck," "Thank you, uh, do I know you from somewhere?" "No, but I've been told I have one of those faces."

"Well alright, it was nice meeting you." Y/N said before leaving. Their hearts shattered and now it was them who had a hole in their hearts, but it was what Y/N wanted. "So this is what she felt?" Alec said.

It was a month after Y/N had her memory wiped and her runes stripped. Not having her in the Institute made things stale and quiet. But out of all of them, Alec suffered the most pain. One day, Alec went for a walk to clear his mind when he saw Y/N walking and talking with some of her friends. He couldn't help himself but to follow her. He followed her back to her apartment and looked around.

He waited until she fell asleep to talk to her. He made himself unhidden and sat on the edge of her bed. He touched her hair gently, careful not to wake her up. "I didn't marry Lydia after all. Half way through the ceremony I realized who my heart belonged to.. but it was too late to tell her." "I'm so sorry,"

A few tears left his eyes. All he wanted to do was hug her and tell her how much he loved her. But he missed his chance, and now he will live with that for the rest of his life.

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normal-thoughts-official · 4 years ago

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more malec livewatch, everyone! i decided to start making the posts separately instead of keeping reblogging the same one over and over because i don’t want to drive everyone crazy with that gigantic fucking post. you can read the first ones here and i’ll keep updating the posts to lead to the next ones i guess. also im tagging it malec livewatch for those who want to avoid this nonsense

so let’s brave pre-wedding episode 12 i guess

oh boy.... we’re gonna do it... we’re gonna experience the Maximum Cringe

the special effects are so BAD odaijsdoaj when he summons the wine into Alec’s hand it’s just...... god

“we never finished our conversation” i mean you were the one who finished it magnus so wtf are you going on about

“it’s about family, tradition, honor” yeah we get it zuko boi duoahsiudhdiusa

really tho like he’s so clearly just.... reciting it. taking some shit out off the top of his head about how it’s the right thing and it’s sad tbh

he clearly kinda already has a script too? like “you and I understand marriage very differently” he says it right off the bat, he’s been thinking it over and hghgghgh

magnus goes near alec and alec swallows immediately and magnus ain’t even making a move to touch him yet. just diuahsdah it’s so obvious how hard he’s trying to hold back here

“you’re confusing me” is like the only thing he says the whole scene that sounds genuine

he’s paying so much attention to magnus’ dumb little speech about what love feels like too like. he’s trying to hold back but he’s very clearly pulled in, and i don’t even think it’s by magnus specifically (i mean obviously cuz have you seen him) but because he... kind of wants to hear it, kind of wants magnus to give him some golden argument that will make his whole resolution shatter. except he doesn’t because he doesn’t know what he’ll do then, but he’s still hoping for something and it’s sad

like how magnus clearly pauses like he’s waiting for alec’s reaction too, like. alec makes to leave and magnus doesn’t go after him, but he speaks, and alec stops. only when alec stops he gets closer. only when alec looks at him, clearly waiting to hear more, does he begin to talk again. i dig that even if most of this scene is kinda ugh to me

i hate how he uses his magic tho like what’s the point?? like yes i know that magic “can’t create feelings” but still dauhdsa it kinds feels like he’s cheating or trying to manipulate alec or something and i’m.. not into how the whole thing is done

oof hate how alec says “this is all just a game to you, isn’t it?” like bitch you know damn well it’s not like he’s putting himself at risk and showing you so much vulnerability and i hate how he goes for the whole “oh magnus doesn’t care about anything he’s just a seductive lothario” narrative in here lowkey. like i know he’s just trying to distance himself and he doesn’t fully believe it but... aaaaa i hate it

and he’s so HURT by alec’s words too like the rejection doesn’t hurt him as much as hearing alec say that he just flirts and it means nothing to him does. he’s trying so fucking hard to be open and honest and taking such a RISK (psychological, emotional, even physical) and alec is just throwing all of that bullshit persona he’s actively trying not to hide behind in his face, belittling all his efforts and feelings, and aaa

like again i don’t really blame alec but he truly is so hurt

still wonder what alec was about to say when he turned around to talk to him and magnus wasn’t there anymore tbh like. probably something else to try and distance himself so it’s probably good magnus left and isn’t there to hear it and it kind of forces alec to really think it over to himself instead of trying to argue but...... i do wonder what he was going to say diahsiduahdisah

magnus doesn’t even answer the whole “this means nothing to you” veiled accusation which.... also hurts like idk if he’s trying to avoid a fight or derailing like alec clearly is trying to, or if he just is too tired to have this argument, or if he just doesn’t want to open up this much, but either way he doesn’t acknowledge it except for his hurt look and oof

no one cares about jace and clary talking or whatever’s happening here next

i had never noticed the way magnus winks at clary when he says “oh, it’s happy hour somewhere, my dear” daishdaiuh it’s kinda cute tbh

hodge is so uncomfortable like the way he talks to magnus and gets too close to him... in a way that he doesn’t with anyone else either like he’s clearly just lowkey despising him/getting into his space and magnus notices too and it gives me the heebie jeebies

diuhaiudsahduaishdai magnus’ IMMEDIATE reaction of “why is ragnor fell there, he’s not more powerful than me” asohdaiudha we stan bickering bffs i truly love them so much

“he’s older than you” “certainly not wiser” daiohsahda

i think he might also be lowkey trying to protect ragnor and take the clave’s attention away from him now that i think about it but still i love their bickering

nah that’s cancelled he immediately rats him out on having been jocelyn’s profesor lmaoo

“that’s why he hasn’t been responding to my fire messages” daoihdsaiohads someone needs to lick their wounds

he’s just like “oh ragnor is hiding in his specific safehouse outside of london” like daoiusduaihdasuda love how he just knows that off the top of his head when ragnor clearly didn’t actually tell him about it since he just fucked off and hasn’t been responding

“didn’t know you were here” “that was the point” doaiuhdasiouhdaiuhdas

like i know he’s talking about the marriage but also.... just mood in general tbh

again with the eye flickering. hes looking at magnus, no hes not, yeah he is, haha SIKE, oh there it is again, nope it’s gone..... kinda funny cuz like i know that alec’s eyes flicker a lot in general but afterwards when they are together every time he looks at magnus it’s just so pointed and intense and focused on him so the contrast of watching the s1 scenes and realizing how little his glances at magnus always lasted is... interesting and heartbreaking. like obviously he doesn’t want to be looking at any man for too long, doesn’t want to take that risk, keeps hyper aware of his attraction at all times, but he still can’t help the glances and then when he can look he just does it so unapologetically and intensely and you can tell that it’s just. intimate to him (to both of them really) right then, and wow

i know we talk a lot about alec’s Big Hands but magnus’ hands are so nice too in like a totally different way... anytime he holds anything it just looks like he’s treating it like it’s precious, it’s so delicate and careful and his hands are smooth and pretty and wow i love him so fucking much

wow can’t believe nothing heartbreaking at all happens when they go to ragnor’s house and that ragnor just winks at magnus like “haha yes i am ‘dead’” and magnus is like “yes, this is a lie and a ruse and also a plan. i am perfectly aware that ragnor is not dead at all”

ragnor says “my dear friend, i will always be here for you” with so much honesty and love and ugh i love them like they’re always little bitches to each other but they still have the room to be perfectly loving and honest with each other and i stan

ragnor looks at magnus with so much fucking hurt when magnus says “i prayed she would love me the same” like you can tell it destroys him to even remember it or think about it and aaa

“he was always so much better looking than you” and the way magnus purses his lips in what is clearly a smile like he just knows it’s the teasing and he loves ragnor and their dynamic and i just daouhdsauida also he’s so beautiful boy i die

the way ragnor says “someday, someone will come and will tear down those walls you put around you and around your heart” and magnus looks at him with so much. fucking PAIN in his eyes because someone did but it got nowhere and in the end alec just kind of acknowledged his walls again and went back to pretending that it never happened and that magnus didn’t progress or open up to it at all, that magnus was just lying, that it’s just a game and dauhdaiudha god he’s so HURT

again i owe harry shum jr my entire life like he might be seriously the best actor i’ve ever seen in any show, he’s so damn expressive and talented in every little motion he’s truly a pearl in the desert of shit that is this show

“even in death, you give the best advice” ugh love how this really cements that magnus is used to opening up to ragnor and even with their bickering there’s so much room for them to be emotionally honest like we stan

anyway sure wish this had any emotional continuity whatsoever but at least the cringefest is over. onto an actual good scene fucking finally

love every little detail about this scene as yall probably already know so i’ll try not to point every single one of them out yet again but who knows if i’ll succeed. i bet that i won’t tbh

love the contrast between alec looking so tense when lydia comes down the aisle and she’s like all smiles and shit

she’s before him and he can barely look at her like his eyes flicker a bit between her and the bouquet and he settles on the bouquet this whole thing is so... wrong so clearly, like i could show it to someone who doesn’t know shit about sh and they would be able to tell that nothing fits

even alec’s clothes are weird, like idk i don’t understand fashion but his look looks so disjointed, like the blazer doesn’t really match the pants, the bowtie looks weird and doesn’t match the buttons, and shit and nothing about him looks like it’s in the right place. and everyone else (except maybe izzy who also looks miserable lmao) looks like a perfect picture and he’s just.... idk there’s this aura of wrongness around him that’s subtle but really well done in the terms of costume and shit. the costume department really went off in this whole scene honestly like we stan. possibly the only ones other than the actors who knew what the fuck they were doing lmao

when lydia smiles at izzy and izzy barely moves up the corner of one of her lips dajdasnjdan she looks even more miserable than alec does and god i love the lightwood siblings so much like i truly do. she’s supporting him because she’s decided she’s not going to keep pushing him when it only leads to him not trusting her but she’s all broken that he’s broken, and she was willing to take his place and throw her life away even when that’s everything she’s always tried to avoid, just so he wouldn’t have to do this, and aaaaa

who cares about jace and clary looking at each other @directing team like seriously get over this

he turns in the direction of the silent brother in an almost kind of jerking motion like he completely forgot about where he was supposed to go or something, like again he’s just... not in it

they are holding hands in the WEIRDEST possible way too like there’s so much distance between them it’s almost funny ldaojsja

he tries to smile at lydia when she’s about to put the rune on his arm like he knows she knows that he’s hating this and he’s just bearing it and trying to not make her uncomfortable? like doajdsaoj

the way that magnus INTERRUPTS not just the wedding but also the chorus, you could tell there was a crescendo coming even if you’ve never heard the song, but magnus pushes the doors open and suddenly it stops and there’s this little bit and then the “tututututu” of tension as he comes into view and his steps perfectly match the three little beats that were already there before, but sound so much louder and more prominent like a heartbeat, like before they were muffled and now they’re real??? the poetic cinema bro

ill just never get over the way they used song here it sounds like an AMV like the song isn’t just giving the vibe, they are telling the story THROUGH the song and the whole scene is basically a coreography, and the song is the narrative, and holy shit i love it so much could you imagine if they had used this amount of thought and genius and clever storytelling the whole show?? i’d shit myself

ugh the DRAMA of magnus’ look again i KNOW i’ve been over this again and again and again and again and again and again but i just. i love how they used his makeup & costume to accentuate magnus’ 1- face, 2- eyes, 3- jaw, and 4- adam’s apple. the whole focus is on his face and eyes (which again so expressive we stan harry shum jr in this house), the fact that his eyes are his WARLOCK MARK (yeah they’re not out but like we’re still drawing attention to the part of magnus he tries to hide the most, and the part of him that marks what makes him disdainful to shadowhunters), the fact that his jaw and adam’s apple are so prominent. his whole face looks really sharp and masculine you know?? like the whole focus is on everything about him that’s supposed to be “wrong” and make malec “wrong” but he’s never looked more beautiful (IT’S SUCH AN UNDERRATED LOOK) and they didn’t sacrifice his gnc-ness for it either, on the contrary, they gave his hair the hot pink streak which. INSPIRED WE STAN, and the makeup is very clear (again esp around his eyes) which of course only adds to it because he’s not just a man, he’s a gnc man and that makes it “worse”, but also like, i like how they accentuated his masculinity in alec’s coming out scene, without sacrificing his identity and gender non conformness. again the costume department is the only one who genuinely knew what they were doing 100% of the time i hope they all got big fucking checks

alec just blinks and focuses on him and it’s the first time it looks like he’s really looking at something and i just wow

izzy is so happy to see magnus there :) she loves her brother so much :)

magnus holding up two fingers to get people to shut up... the way he snarls “maryse, this is between me and your son” with so much certainty and like no room for bullshit he’s so good at making shadowhunters too speechless to stop him and honestly im such a whore tbh if he did this to me id just nut on the spot. shut me up daddy. fuck who said that

like how they included the “i’ll leave if he asks me to” and how he really doesn’t say anything, he’s just standing there, like they made sure to make this scene respectful and i was kind of dreading it the first time because i’d HATE it if magnus had outed him or made this whole drama out of it but he didn’t and i like that so so much

“i thought we were doing the right thing, but... this isn’t it” always gets me and i can’t even put my finger on why. it just does like again this is not really about magnus or their relationship, it’s about how he feels about the whole thing, everything that he’s giving up and he barely knows what for anymore, and i justjfianfajf

again the BRILLIANCE of the song usage the way that he’s talking to lydia and the beat is so damn loud and overwhelming and then as soon as he turns to magnus everything just drowns out and there is one (1) piano note and it’s just him and magnus and it’s like everything silences??? he’s just so damn focused and it’s not the nervousness and loudness of everyone else and their whole audience (they don’t even show the audience anymore after alec turns to him for real and before the actual kiss i don’t think) and there’s just that sharp focus and certainty because alec’s made up his mind and there’s no sound anymore like mwaaahhh poetic cinEMA

and it’s just that moment of clarity as they both look at each other and the song begins again with the higher tempo again, but it feels more like, a march? than that overwhelming noise. and of course there’s the singing and it feels like everything has purpose and is just laser focused and it’s still intense but in a completely opposite way, not lost but found and wow im such a whORE for this scene it’s unbelievable

like how alec takes the first step towards magnus after he’s down the stairs exactly as the song goes “want” like mwaahhhhh brilliance amazing talented showstopping spectacular never been done before completely unique,

his “enough” is dajksdfahidasdhadusahuash again im a simple sub id nut

i was right they only really show the audience again after the kiss. except for maryse but even then it’s so quick, we see her going to alec and after alec says “enough” she literally doesn’t show anymore it’s like she’s not even there, she just disappears it’s so sexy we stan??? like again alec’s made up his mind and nothing else is there to stop him wow love that for him could you imagine thinking this man is shy and insecure? can’t relate

THEY ARE SKIGGNISNGG

FOREVER A WHORE FOR THE WAY MAGNUS CHASES AFTER HIM HOLY FUCKING SHIT. THE WAY HE’S SO LOST IN THE KISS, IN THE ELATION, AND HE JUST CAN’T HELP GOING FOR MORE BEFORE HE CAN STOP HIMSELF AND KEEP UP WITH HIS TIGHT COMPOSTURE (because magnus had barely moved once alec had seen him, he just stood there and waited like he was waiting for his cue, he was holding himself perfectly steadily and just had so many walls) LIKE HE JUST CAN’T HELP BUT WANT?? AND GO FOR MORE?? AND THEN HE REALIZES ALEC IS PULLING AWAY AND HE LOOKS AT HIM FOR A SECOND (and his eyes look so DIFFERENT, not like there’s a wall there, he looks relieved and happy and even kind of dazed and i just wow the difference is SO clear) AND ALEC LOOKS AT HIM AND HE TAKES JUST A FRACTION OF A SECOND BEFORE HE LEANS IN AGAIN, AND IT’S THE FIRST TIME THAT MAGNUS HAS ASKED FOR MORE AND ALEC’S GIVEN IT, BECAUSE ALEC HAS BEEN GIVING HIM SOME OPENINGS BUT EVERY TIME MAGNUS WANTED MORE HE TURNED AWAY, BUT THIS TIME HE FUCKING GIVES MAGNUS WHAT HE’S SILENTLY ASKING FOR, HE’S CHOOSING HIM FULLY AND NOT JUST ENOUGH FOR THEM TO BE ABLE TO BE TOGETHER, HE’S CHOOSING TO GO ALL IN AND KISS MAGNUS UNTIL HE’S SATISFIED AND HOLY SHIT THE POETIC CINEMA!! THE TALENT!!! THE BRILLIANCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THANK YOU SHADOWHUNTERS CREW FOR PUTTING UP YOUR FIVE TOTAL BRAINCELLS TOGETHER TO MAKE THIS FANTASTIC THING HAPPEN HOLY FUCKING SHIT THIS SCENE IS EVERYTHING TO ME

a bitch needs to lie down i think that’s all for today

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My stomach aches with laughter as Duff delivers his punchline of his joke, my hands coming up to cover my mouth as I try to chew my fried mozzarella stick and he takes a sip of his beer, laughing as I snort, which only causes me to laugh even harder, until the both of us are laughing possibly the ugliest anyone has ever laughed, and I'm discarding my food into a napkin because I'm laughing too hard to try to chew it.

My eyes are watering, and thin tears roll down my cheeks.

We finally calm down, seeing people glaring at us for being so loud, but we ignore them.

"That was pretty good." I give him credit where credit is due, shifting in my seat a little and taking in a sharp breath as my sore thigh takes notice of the movement.

"Are you okay?" He asks me and I nod.

"It's still sore." I tell him, trying not to take notice of the expression on his face that flashes for a split second.

Nobody could understand why the hell I went right back home when I got out of the hospital like Nikki hadn't put my life in serious danger.

It wasn't like Nikki had intentionally shot at me. He didnt know what the hell I was and just kicked into to survival mode.

I didn't see the big deal in staying with him.

Tommy, Vince and Mick didn't even know what really happened. Doc had told them the same thing he told me to tell the press: I dropped Nikki's gun on accident, while trying to move it, and it went off and caught me.

He didn't want them to know the truth because they were working on the new album, and he didn't want to "create conflict" within the group.

So the only people that knew the truth aside from Fred, Doc and Nikki, was Duff, Slash, Steven, Izzy and Axl.

It wasn't long after that, that Axl informed me he wrote "You're Crazy" about me as a joke, but realized he was pretty right to write it because, in his words, "you staying with the crackhead heroin junkie that already treats you like shit, then fucking shot you, just solidifies my theory that you're actually, medically, out of your mind, and your insanity isn't just 'to be determined' anymore" and I asked him if he "wanted to be the pot or the kettle?"

The irony of him--out of all people--calling anybody else "crazy" was beyond me.

Thirty-two years later and he still dedicates the song to me every time they play it live.

After we're done eating our Sunday lunch, we pay and head to my car, slowly, because I'm limping and Duff's walking slow so he doesn't leave me.

"So, I kinda did something for your late birthday present." He informs me out of nowhere and I raise my brows.

"What do you mean?" I ask, fumbling to get my keys from my purse, shielding my eyes from the harsh sun in my face as we head to the parking lot.

"Mandy and I broke up." He states and I raise my brows.

"...You broke up with your girlfriend as my birthday present?" I'm confused and he chuckles it off.

"No!" He nervously rubs at the back of his neck. "She broke up with me, actually, but that's not what your present is."

"She broke up with you? Are you okay?" I ask.

"It's a girl, Viv. There's plenty more decent girls to choose from when I'm ready to be in a relationship again." He shrugs.

"Did she tell you why she was breaking things off?" I question.

"Just needed space or time or something like that, I don't know. I was kinda drunk when she called to tell me."

"She broke up with you over a phone call?" I raise my voice, my nostrils flaring.

"Viv, chill out." He let's out with a laugh, nudging me with his arm. "You haven't let me explain the good part of this."

"Well then explain." I clear my throat and he rubs his lips together.

"I talked to Nikki last night 'cause he and Tommy came around to hangout with us for a little while." He explains.

"Mhm?"

"I mentioned the fact that you were kinda getting back into dancing and he said he'd been meaning to ask me about it because you'd told him about Mandy letting you use their rehearsal space to dance."

"She didn't even know I was using it, you just sneak me in whenever she's not there. Well, at least, you did. I'm assuming she got the key back from you."

"You're not letting me finish." He points out and I roll my eyes and sigh.

"Okay. I'm listening."

"Nikki and I conspired together, and I'm buying the place from Mandy, and Nikki is going to pay for any renovations and cleaning up it probably definitely needs."

I stop walking, my face falling, unable to say anything.

"So...happy birthday?" He cautiously finishes, not able to gauge how I'm gonna react.

I just start crying.

"I-I'm sorry, if you didn't want that we can--"

"--I'm not crying because I'm upset, I'm crying because I'm happy." I tell him, wiping my running mascara.

"Viv." He smiles a little, and I hug him to me, my arms around him tightly as I squeeze my eyes closed.

"Thank you." I mumble to him and he kisses at my hair for a second.

"Happy birthday."

I knew on Nikki's part it was an attempt to apologize without actually saying "I'm sorry for shooting you" because if he said "I'm sorry" it would mean admitting he was wrong and I was right about his drug use.

And Vivian could never be right about anyone over-doing it with their bad habits.

I shut the front door, slipping my kitten heels off by the door before I calmly step through the house to get to our bedroom so I can change from my church dress.

Nikki's passed out in our bed. I've gotten to where I have to wake him up and get him to bed or just sleep next to him in the closet.

I accidentally rolled over and stabbed myself with one of his used needles a few nights ago so I've been praying he's been using clean needles and isn't going to transfer anything weird to me.

I change clothes and get into our bed, watching him sleep, at least I think he's asleep.

"How was church?" He asks me, keeping his liner smudged eyes shut and I run the tip of my finger over his bare chest.

"It was good." I reply. "It ran late again today." I lie, not wanting him to find out about Duff and I eating lunch again.

"Oh." He yawns, turning over to face me and I get a little closer to him, hooking my leg around his hip and he grins softly, resting his hand on the curve of my back.

"So, Zutaut called again." I tell him and he sighs out.

"Nope." He sits up and I untangle from him, rolling my eyes as I follow him into the bathroom.

"You didn't even let me finish." I argue, crossing my arms and leaning against the doorway as he puts the toilet seat up to pee.

"I don't need to let you finish. This is the second time he's called in the three days and you told me the first time he called he was wondering if I'd be up to produce your friends' album."

"I love how they're strictly just my friends as soon they inconvenience you. Which I don't even consider this an inconvenience."

"Then what is it, Viv?" He flushes the toilet and steps to the shower to turn it on.

"An opportunity to actually listen to our--'our' meaning 'your's, too'--friends' music. And help them get it put down on an album that actually stays true to their sound instead of trying to add all the extra bull crap that everyone else that's wanted to produce them, has done." I state as he gets his clothes off and gets into the shower.

"What's in it for me?" He asks over the sound of the water.

"Um, the satisfaction of helping a hungry band reach their dreams and share their music? Also helping them get money because once the kids see the album is produced by Nikki Sixx they're gonna buy it because they trust your opinion on good rock music?" I suggest hopefully.

"I want blowjobs." He cuts through the sentimental atmosphere I created in my mind surrounding friendship and dedication, and I glare at the shower as my face drops from it's smile into an unamused expression. "Like, on-command blowjobs. Anytime, anywhere."

"You want me to drop to my knees the second you snap your fingers? Ha!" I scoff.

"Then I'm not even gonna consider producing them."

"Oh my goodness gracious, fine!" I give up, letting out a heavy sigh. "For how long?"

"Um, until I come?"

"No, I mean over what duration of time do I have to sacrifice the wellbeing of my jaw for your disgusting and degrading satisfaction?"

"Until you get arthritic to the point of not being able to get down that low without throwing a joint out of place." He says and I raise a brow, yanking the shower open.

"I am not gonna be in my fifties getting on my knees every time you want some head." I state and he laughs.

"If I have to give you on-command BJs, you have to go down on me on-command."

"You don't even have to tell me to eat you out, I'll gladly do it without the say-so." He says as he shapes his lathered hair straight up with his hands and I have to keep myself from laughing at his childishness. "And can you close that, It's kinda nippley out there." He motions outside of the shower and I shake my head a little before pinning my hair off of my shoulders with a hair clip on our counter and start pulling my clothes off.

I get in with him and he smirks.

"Am I in trouble?" He asks and I raise my brows before reaching my hands up to squish down on his hair that he's got perfectly sculpted upward with shampoo. "No, Viv!" He tries to protect it, laughing loudly.

Tom Zutaut had pressed at me to convince Nikki to at least consider producing "Appetite for Destruction."

Everyone that was interested in Guns N' Roses wanted to alter their music or add unnecessary elements to their signature raw sound. He knew Nikki advocated for people not compromising on what they want, especially with their music, and knew he would never try to produce the album the way he wanted it, but the way the band wanted it.

The only problem there was in the plan...

I roll my eyes as Nikki takes a bump of coke to try to pull himself out of his heroin induced stupor as I fall back in the seat across from him in the limousine, wiping my smudged lipstick from around my mouth, panting, hot and bothered because he started something and couldn't get his prick up to finish it.

Oh, the joys of body function inhibiting drugs.

"Okay, c'mon." He says as he takes a deep breath.

I get back on him to straddle his lap, my hands pulling my dress up my hips and pushing my panties aside while he rubs at himself.

It doesn't seem like he's getting any harder, and the mood is ruined.

"Babe, it's okay." I sigh out, calmly, although I'm frustrated.

"Fuck." He curses, just as irritated, his boot harshly kicking the edge of the seats across from us, his fingers grasping at his hair.

I fix my panties back and move off of him, smoothing my dress back down as he tucks himself back into his pants and laces them back up.

"I'm sorry, Viv." He turns his head to the side to look at me while he's leaning his head back.

"It's fine." I assure him. "Not like I need to be putting that much pressure on my thigh anyway." I add and the atmosphere in the car immediately tenses up.

He doesn't reply, putting his shades on to prepare for the flashing cameras bound to find us.

He despises the press.

I don't blame him.

Once we get stopped, Nikki's opening the door, tightly grasping at my hand.

"Nikki! Nikki!" They all seem to be shouting, followed by questions such as, "you guys working on the album?", "what are some songs we can expect on the new album?", "when are you releasing a new record?", "is it true you went to rehab for heroin?", "are you still on drugs?"

"Vivian, there's pregnancy rumors, do you know who, in the band, is the father?" Someone shouts and I ignore them, keeping my head down and my eyes closed, letting Nikki cut through the reporters and get us into the venue to meet Tom and let Nikki experience his first official Guns N' Roses show.

...Nikki hated it.

He was ready to leave only two songs in and showed absolutely no interest in spending his time producing them.

He wouldn't even really pin point what exactly he didn't like about their music or their playing, he just didn't like it.

He admits now that he was so fucked up that night, in particular, that he wouldn't have known what was good music if it hit him in the face.

I figured that might have been the case since he was the first one to put in for Guns N' Roses to join Mötley Crüe on the "Girls, Girls, Girls" tour and advocate for their music.

His mood swings gave me whiplash.

"What do you think so far?" Tom asks Nikki as Nikki takes a sip of his drink.

"I don't see the fuss." He states, and Tom and I exchange looks, confused.

"W-What?" I ask, furrowing my brows. "Are you kidding me?"

"Did I stutter?"

"W--C'mon, Nikki, you haven't even heard some of their other stuff. These kids have the potential to be extraordinary, they're almost there. You can't just write them off like this."

"I'm not writing anybody off. They're my friends and I dig their enthusiasm but I can barely find the time to work on our own album, let alone produce someone else's and they're not striking me enough to make me want to sacrifice more of my time to produce them."

"Baby, if you would just give them a chan--"

"--Viv, I said 'no'." He sternly scolds me and tears swell up in my eyes because I could have sworn Nikki would have really liked their music.

"I'll be right back." I tell them, stepping to the bathroom to dry my tears.

At the time I thought Nikki was just being an asshole.

He didn't tell me he didn't want to produce them because he wouldn't have done the kind of job they deserved for their talent on their debut album.

He wanted to do right by them, and that meant staying as far away from their music as possible.

He didn't tell anyone that because that would have been him admitting he had a problem.

"Lose the nasty attitude, Vivian." Nikki orders as I stomp into our house while he shuts the front door behind him, locking it.

"Why? You gonna toss me aside, too?" I hiss, taking my jacket off and throwing my purse onto the coffee table, crossing my arms.

"Will you just drop it? It's not like there aren't thousands of producers that would love to help them out." He takes his jacket off, tossing it to the couch.

"What is wrong with their music? Is it their sound, their personality, their--"

"--Vivian, I said 'drop it'!" He barks.

"I have every right to be angry, Nikki! You clearly might not give a fuck about them but they are my friends--who I know good and damn well have immense talent and there's even some of it that's yet to be untapped--and I just wanted you to give them an actual shot at achieving the thing all of them have worked their asses off for and dreamed about since they were kids!" I throw my hands up.

"I'm done talking about this." He states, stepping to our bedroom.

"I'm not!" I take my heel off and throw it as hard as I can at his head.

It hits the back of his hair and he stops in his tracks.

"Tom said it himself, and you heard him: Guns N' Roses will be the biggest rock n roll band in the world if they just get someone behind them that can guide them to where they need to be!" I ball my fists up at my sides, digging my nails into my palms.

Nikki just slowly turns to face me, his eyes wild, his breathing labored, and a out of line theory sprouts in my mind, but the way he's been acting lately it won't surprise me if it's true.

"Is that why you won't help them?" I ask him, cutting my eyes. "Because they're possibly going to dethrone Mötley Crüe?"

The fact that I'm insinuating he gives a fuck about bullshit "competition", especially in regards to his friends, just infuriates him more. I see it in his eyes.

He just turns back around and goes to our bedroom, slamming the door shut.

I roll my jaw, my eyes drifting to the beautiful display of his gold and platinum records on the wall beside the hallway that leads to guest bedrooms.

My skin of my knuckles is splitting open when my fist collides with the glass of the "Shout at the Devil" Gold award.

Platinum's next.

Just before I'm going for "Too Fast for Love", Nikki's screaming from our bedroom doorway, Jack Daniel's in hand.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" He shouts and I just shoot him a glare before taking the "Too Fast for Love" plaque off the wall. "Put the fucking plaque down Vivian." Nikki orders, stepping closer to me.

"Produce their album." I demand, acting as if I'm going to drop it.

"Put. It. Down. Vivian."

"Or what? You'll shoot me again?" I taunt him and he grinds his teeth. "Produce their album." I repeat.

"Go to hell, crazy bitch." He snaps.

"You go first!" I holler back, hurling the award at the wall and it crashes into another plaque and they both shatter to pieces.

I turn around just in time to see Nikki pouring Jack all over my Bible that he'd plucked from the coffee table, just before pulling his lighter out.

"Stop!" I shriek, rushing to him.

I'm too late, though, and he's lighting it up and throwing it into the empty fire place just as I make it to him.

A God-awful feeling of dread fills me as Sikki looks very proud of himself.

I can't even look at him right now.

Walking to the kitchen to wash my bleeding hand off and get it wrapped up, I start to think a mile a minute.

My heart clenches in my chest as tears line my lashes.

How predictable of Nikki Sixx to burn a fucking Bible just to piss off a christian who's had said Bible since childhood...but it somehow shocks me that he'd do it to me, I guess.

I glance down at my wedding ring.

I've noticed it feels more and more like a weight with every argument he and I have.

Our entire relationship was just an open body of water that, that freaking ring was dragging me deeper and deeper in to.

The pressure was starting to get painful and I needed air.

My finger tips tug at my wedding ring and I leave it on the kitchen counter before I'm walking to our bedroom-- while he's still in the living room-- locking the door and heading to the closet, quickly gathering every lick of heroin, coke, and pills before going to our bathroom and flushing all of it, all the while Nikki's banging his fist against our bedroom door.

I hear a loud crash, and realize he kicked the door in.

"Vivian!" He screams as I'm giving the final flush to the last bindle, opening the bathroom door.

He's pushing me aside rather roughly and stomping to the toilet as the sound of the tank refilling with water let's him know what I've been doing.

"What did you do?!" He seethes at me, finger in my face, eyes shot, five o'clock shadow framing his gritted teeth.

And I just turn around with the intention of getting my shoes back on and leaving.

His hand is catching in my hair and yanking me back to him.

"Nikki, fuck off!"

"Don't fucking walk away from me!" He yells.

"I should have walked away from you six years ago!" I exclaim, tears of anger rolling down my cheeks.

This gets his attention because he's letting me go, an obvious expression of hurt on his face.

"I should have never slept with you. I should have never dated you. I should have never told you I'd marry you and I never should have taken vows to love and honor and protect someone who can't even get off of drugs long enough to love and honor and protect me." I sniffle and he blinks at me slowly as if holding back on his emotions.

"Then walk the fuck away." He hisses at me, rolling his jaw.

I left.

Nikki called Vanity.

And I went to find Duff.

I shut my car door before making my way into the Seventh Veil, running a hand through my hair as music blares through the speakers.

I glance around, hoping they're here because I've been up and down the strip and they've been nowhere to be found.

My prayers are answered when I look to see the massive fluff of blonde hair and I walk over to the table where Duff, Izzy, Steven, and Slash are, yanking a chair from a neighboring table and sitting with them.

They give me weird looks, Steven glancing around to check for Nikki or any of the other guys, before exchanging looks with Duff and Slash while Izzy seems unphased, his eyes on the same thing mine are on: the dancer on stage.

"Um...Viv?" Steven asks me cautiously and I side eye him.

"Yeah." I mumble.

"Uh, a-are you here alone?" He asks.

"Yep."

"Do you like strippers or something?" Slash asks me next.

"Nope."

"Did Nikki piss you off?" Duff's next.

"Yep."

"Is your hand alright?" Steven motion's to my hand that's got a scabbed over, bloody cut over the top of it.

"Shh, guys, she has to keep a clear mind so she can properly construct her plan to ask the dancers if they've accepted Jesus Christ as their Lord and Savior." Izzy sarcastically puts in and I cut my eyes at him as he takes another drag of his cigarette.

"Talk all your shit, Stradlin. Just gives me more motivation to curate ideas to make your life harder."

"Your existence in itself makes my life harder." He scoffs.

"Good that means I'm fulfilling one of the purposes God gave me for my life."

"Is your other purpose getting your husband so heated he throws you out of the house?"

"Oh, I'm sorry." I pretend to feel sorry, poking my lip out a little. "I forget I can't be upset with Nikki around you because you get bothered at the thought of anyone being upset with your gothic, heroin hounding, drug buddy because you're kindred spirits that have bonded over being tortured artists."

"Oh, go read your Bible." He tells me.

"Can't. Nikki set it on fire." I shoot back and Duff chokes on his drink.

"He what?" Duff asks me, like he's trying to contain a little anger over it.

"So we can expect the Sixxes to get a divorce?" Izzy asks me, clearly joking, and I shake my head.

"No, he's just being a junked-out prick." I mumble, crossing my arms.

"Do you wanna get your anger out by aggressively throwing our money?" Steven asks and I blink.

"I'll go politely put the money on the edge of the stage." I say and Duff finishes his drink, setting the glass face down.

"Alright, let's get outta here." He tells me with a sigh, standing up. "We'll see you guys later."

"Alright, man." Izzy nods. "Viv." He adds.

"Izzy." I reply.

"Bye, Viv." Steven and Slash both say and I smile a little.

"Bye, guys."

I follow Duff out of the club, and he nearly trips coming out, causing me to grab at his hand and arm to try to help him keep balanced, and a few flashes go off, signaling paparazzi and I audibly groan as they move in.

My hand shields my eyes as my other hand holds tightly to Duff's arm as asinine questions are thrown at me but I ignore them.

The bastards got a good enough shot at just the right second--with me holding onto Duff with both of my hands, the two of us sharing wide smiles because we were laughing over him nearly tripping to the ground--that it definitely came across as "a picture's worth a thousand words" but the only words told by that picture was that we were a little more than friends...and that's what the headline spun it up as by the time it landed in Nikki's hands.

The argument it led to sparked the birth of "You're All I Need", delivered by the vocals of Vince, from the demented mind of Sikki Nixx himself.

"Where'd you park?" Duff asks me in my ear over the sound of photography and strangers talking at us, and I tug him into direction of my car that's parked down the street against the curb.

"Welp that's something I'm gonna get to explain to Nikki." I state as soon as we get into my car.

"He knows nothing's happening." He replies, laughing it off.

"Yeah, right." I say under my breath, as I start heading down the road. "Where to?" I ask, stopping at a stop light.

"Oh, I don't know I was just trying to keep you from swinging on Izzy." He admits with a chuckle and I shake my head a little.

"I'd never hit Izzy. Axl, definitely, Izzy, no. He's my favorite."

"Izzy's your favorite? How'd that happen? You two are, like, polar opposites." He asks me with an amused smile.

"He agrees that Sid probably killed Nancy." I inform him and he throws his head back and let's out a frustrated, but humorous, groan.

After finally deciding to just get milk-shakes, we sit in a corner booth of Denny's and once we get out orders, Duff's clearing his throat.

"So, I saw you guys at the show earlier."

He tells me and I raise my brows, sipping at my strawberry milkshake. "You didn't tell us you were coming, we could've told them to take you guys backstage."

"We weren't able to stay very long afterwards...Nikki just wanted to see you guys play together live." I explain.

"Oh." He nods, before asking the dreaded question: "what did he think?"

"He digs you guys." I lie, giving a little smile.

The guys never knew Nikki was approached to produce the album, each of them found out later.

I think they're secretly glad he never touched "Appetite for Destruction."

That album would have been an absolute train wreck under his junkie guidance, just like everything else that Nikki seemed to be apart of in 1987.

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motleyfuckingcruee · 5 years ago

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Memories (Slash x reader)

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AHHH okay, so gnr ok. How about a Slash fic, where it's like super duper fluffy and he slow dances with you? i hope you like this ideaaaa, thank u x @eatmyshiftsticky

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Memories

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You smile to yourself as you stare out into the country side. The beautiful hills look like they go on for miles. The summer breeze can be felt going through your hair.

You and Slash just recently settled on this old colonial house in the middle of nowhere.

His days of touring with Guns N' Roses is over. He wanted to settle in something stable in a place that's calming. Your family owned this house for generations, but only visited it to make sure it didn't go into disrepair.

As you stare off into space, your mind wanders into your memories.

The night Slash asked you to marry him was quite possibly the best night of your life. Guns had finally finished Use Your Illusions Pt. 1 and 2. Slash had decided that he'd had enough of Axl's bullshit and wanted to get back into touch with Steven and Izzy.

You had just gotten back to the small apartment you and Slash shared in Los Angeles when he came bursting into the small place.

He took you by surprise by picking you up from behind and spinning around in a circle.

You screamed in surprise, but started to laugh when you realized it was just your dork of a boyfriend. He sat you down, turning you around so that you're facing each other.

"It's time to celebrate!" Slash yelled, taking a ponytail from your wrist. He pulled his hair back so that you could see his face.

"Why's that?" You asked, wrapping your arms around the excited man in front of you.

"I quit the band!"

"You what?" You asked, completely dumbfounded. You thought he loved the band.

"I quit! I can't stand Axl throwing his hissy fits anymore. I came so close to punching him earlier then I just told him I quit. Maybe Steven and Izzy will talk to me again. . ." Slash trailed off.

You sighed. "What about Duff?"

"Oh," Saul laughed. "He quit too."

"So Guns N' Roses is just Axl Rose now?" You laughed.

"Yep. That's what the bastard gets, though," Slash pulled you into a strong embrace. "This is probably the best thing I've done in a while." He pulled away, his beautiful brown eyes lighting up. "Well, second best thing."

"What do you-?"

Before you could finish your question, Saul let go of you completely and was down on one knee. From his pocket he pulled out a blue velvet box. He opened the box to reveal a gorgeous diamond engagement ring. You gasped, tears sprung to your eyes. You covered your mouth with your hand, attempting to stop the tears.

"(Y/N), the last few years with you have been the happiest of my life. You've made me happier than I ever thought I could be. You've been there for me, even when I was shit faced and an absolute dick to you. Not once have you left me over a stupid argument and you've been so understanding. I love you with all of my heart," He said, taking a breath. "With that being said, will you make me the happiest man on Earth and marry me?"

You didn't even have to think about your answer. "Of course!"

With that he got up from the ground and kissed you passionately.

You're pulled out of the sweet memory when you hear Saul calling your name. You don't move. You know he'll find you eventually.

You hear the back door opening. Then the heavy footsteps of the man you love.

Your view of the country was blocked by a head with wild, curly black hair and a top hat on his head. You can't see his eyes because of the round framed sunglasses he has on.

"Hello, beautiful," Saul says happily.

You giggle, reaching forward to tug on the ends of his hair. "Hey, sexy."

He grins at you, just enjoying the view of you. "Okay," Slash says. "Get up."

"Why?" You whine. You're perfectly comfortable in the rocking chair.

"Because I wanna do something."

"Saul."

"Please?"

"Fine."

You get up, your hand locked with Slash's. He pulls you down the porch steps and onto the grass. He pulls you in closely, one hand on your waist and the other interlaced with your hand. You put your free hand on his shoulder, allowing him to lead you in a dance without music. You don't find this odd. He actually does this a lot. You'll just be sitting on the couch and he'll pull you up to slow dance.

He hums an unfamiliar tune in your ear.

"I love you," He says. You can see the grin on his face. "Happy ten year, babe."

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symphonic--chaos · 5 years ago

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ack i meant #11 for my ask!! sorry lol

Why not BOTH? 😍 And thank you! 🤗😚

Alec was ready to take Magnus on another date. He'd been ready for exactly one week, two days, fourteen hours and six minutes since he'd sent the text asking him if he'd like to go to dinner once Magnus was back from a job he was doing in London.

They'd been together for four months and to say he was craving Magnus sounded almost too desperate in a way, but he was beginning to think that he may have been going a little crazy at that point. Alec had gotten far too used to seeing the warlock almost every day, touching him in some way, seeing the light in his eyes whenever the door opened, watching the smile creep across his face whenever they'd hold hands, the pride in his face whenever he'd help someone with his magic... 'Infatuated and that's okay,' Maryse had said.

When Alec returned to his room, he noticed a box on his bed and with a click of the lock on his door, he'd moved to the bed and checked the label, confirming it was from the online store he'd asked Izzy to order him a shirt from. While he was fine doing his own shopping, a job had kept him busy for a majority of the week and with her finishing hers early, she had a little more free time and had offered. Taking a small knife from his boot, he opened the box and opened it, excitement for the date beginning to build up again as he moved the packing and took out the plastic bag housing the shirt.

The deep red shirt.

'This isn't what I wanted?????????????? The receipt even says red, not black.'

Alec's phone made a swish noise as it sent the text, the phone tossed aside as he turned the shirt in his hands. It was definitely the one he wanted, just a very wrong color. A sigh heaved from his chest as that earlier excitement depleted, he knew he wouldn't have time to exchange it and get a new one before the date the next night.

Knock knock knock knock knock knock knock.

Alec moved to the door and opened it, finding his sister on the other side, who then barged in without asking and planted herself on his bed.

"Come on in?" Alec said, confused, then shut the door again.

"A little bit of color wouldn't kill you, Alec. You literally wear black all the time and you go out with someone who wears a multitude of colors and looks amazing while you look like you're on patrol all the time. Magnus isn't the only one who looks great in color. Remember that time you wore white? You know, the wedding? You looked great. That blue shirt mom got you, to her birthday dinner? And red will look great on you, too. Can't hurt to try, right?"

Alec raised a brow at the speech and looked from Izzy to the shirt, then back to her when he heard plastic rustling. He opened his mouth to protest her eating the cheese stick she had seemingly acquired out of nowhere on his bed, but he knew it wouldn't stop her. Izzy gave him an expectent look and nodded at the shirt, saying with a full mouth of cheese strands,

"Try it."

Magnus hurried through the portal and into his apartment, an echoed string of 'shit, shit, shit, shit' following him as if the portal was mocking him until it shut. With a single snap and wave of his hand, his body was cleaned up and his hair done up, and with a fling of his other hand, the suitcase he carried was flung into his bedroom. A cringe was to follow as he heard a dull thud and the crash of it bouncing off the side of his bed and to the floor, rather than on it like he'd been aiming for.

"Hi, Chairman, hi, Church," he said breathlessly to the two that watched him, one excitedly and the other looking like it had been him that had been thrown, not the suitcase.

Magnus's hands soothed over Church as if that would make him feel better which, surprisingly, the cat seemed pretty happy about the attention for once. Jem had stopped by daily to visit and Magnus knew full well that Church would have left with him if he could have. Maybe Jem had had a talk with him.

Chairman shoved against Magnus's hand, rudely pushing himself in front of Church and getting a heavy huff in response from the larger cat, who then turned and walked away from the both of them.

"Yes, hello, I missed you too. I'm sorry I'm late, Alec is going to be here any minute so I'll need to feed you both fast." Magnus said as he planted a kiss to the top of the small cats head once he lifted him onto the counter. His steps were hurried as he went to the food, but the knock on the door had him nearly tripping over his feet. Another wave had their food bowls full and the water bowl exchanged for fresh water, no time to do things manually now.

That was when he realized his hands were shaking.

Breathe, Magnus.

Thoughts ran through his mind as he moved to the door, not wanting to magic it open like he'd been doing for everything else. It had been six days too long from what he deemed acceptable for seeing Alec and now it was time again to see that face he adored so much. He finally got to hold his hands and touch his cheeks, finally he could kiss the lips he missed so much. So much energy had been put into the work he was doing that he hadn't had time to even make a portal to go back home just to say hi, not to mention he knew if he did, his focus would have been lost and he never would have wanted to leave.

Focus.

Magnus's breath was stolen from him as he opened the door, his eyes taking in Alec's face first, a twinge of pain aching in his heart as he realized just how much he missed his archer boy.

"Wow, you look amazing," he forced out, still unable to catch his breath, as he noticed the black slacks, jacket, and red button down shirt. Alec had really dressed up for him and Magnus was both surprised and impressed.

Alec didn't reply, feeling that same caged feeling he had at the wedding that left him unable to form any words in his mind. His body did the talking for him, almost lurching forward as his hands moved up to cup Magnus's face, his lips meeting equally eager ones. Alec could feel Magnus's fingers curling into his sides as they kissed, Magnus's poise and elegance left behind as he stumbled back, letting his guard down so much that the grace everyone knew had been replaced by something that was so willingly vulnerable to mistakes.

"I missed you terribly, Alexander," Magnus whispered after a deep inhale, his body finally remembering how to breathe.

Alec's forehead leaned against Magnus's as he closed his eyes, taking in his scent, the feeling of his skin, remembering that warmth that his body ached for.

"I missed you, too, Magnus." Alec whispered back, his arms shifting to hug the other man, who didn't seem to mind at all.

The two embraced for a long moment, neither wanting to pull away, but soon Alec forced himself to and smiled to Magnus, his hands finding the ringed ones.

"We're going to be late for our reservation, I got one at that place you love."

"Late? What is that? I'm never late." Magnus chuckled, a portal forming behind him.

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bestillmyslashyheart · 5 years ago

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7/? following @partsofthesamecosmicbeing‘s part 6

“All I’m saying is that there were two people who got married and only one person who got the gift!” Michael complained for the fourth time as they pulled up outside of Isobel’s house.

“I’m sorry, did you want to share? I can-” Alex offered.

Michael turned to glare at him. “What am I gonna do with that gizmo Harrison sent you?”

Alex shrugged. He could admit that it was very much a him gift rather than a them gift but he appreciated his squad mate sending them a wedding gift either way. Besides, “Wells sent us a waffle iron.”

Michael parked and pointed at him. “Which you will never touch because we need the cabin to stay standing.”

Alex rolled his eyes but had to concede the point. He was bad in the kitchen, okay? “Which means you got something that’s not for both of us.” He pointed out as he carefully stepped down from the truck.

Michael was a step ahead of him, his shoulders oddly tense, and Alex wasn’t having it. Isobel had been slightly supportive and invited them both to dinner but Alex really didn’t want to go inside if they were at odds. They needed to be a united front right now.

“Hey,” he called gently as he reached out and snagged the edge of Michael’s sleeve. His grip was light but it was enough to stop Michael in his tracks. He tugged loosely and Michael turned easily. Alex moved his hand to Michael’s waist as his other hand settled on his chest. “What is this about? Does Harrison’s gift really bother you that much? I can send it back.”

Michael rolled his eyes. “Like you could bear to part with it.” Alex didn’t answer. He would if it really bothered Michael but he would very much like to keep it. “No, don’t do that. It’s stupid. It’s just- I appreciate that your squadmates sent stuff even though they’ve never met me.”

Alex sighed and nodded. “You want your friends to send gifts too.” It wasn’t a question.

Michael shrugged and looked away. “It’s stupid. I knew they weren’t going to be happy but- I don’t know, seeing your friends all supportive just makes me think about it I guess. I know they would’ve given stuff to me and Maria.”

“You know it’s not the fact that it’s me that’s making them stay away, right?” Alex asked. “It’s about how fast everything happened. They just need time to process. They’ll come around eventually,” he promised.

“You think so?” Michael’s voice was quiet.

Alex pressed a light kiss to his lips. “Your friends and family love you Michael, and they’re going to be happy for us. Eventually. They just need time.” He wasn’t sure he believed his own words but he knew it was what Michael needed to hear. “Now come on, we’re late.”

Michael’s eyes widened. “Oh shit, Izzy’s gonna be pissed.” He spun on his heel and bounded towards the door, Alex following at a slower pace.

Michael didn’t knock, a habit of the three siblings that Alex was trying to get used to, and just went in. He left the door open behind him for Alex but he continued on without him.

“Iz!” Alex heard him yell. “Sorry we’re late.”

Michael’s voice faded on the last word and Alex furrowed his brow. Silence came from the rest of the house and Alex closed the door before quickly joining Michael.

“Oh,” he let out as he stepped into the living room to see Max and Liz. Isobel stood opposite them, her hands on her hips and her face pinched in anger. “Hi.”

He reached a hand out blindly to grab at Michael’s, the other man gripping him tight but otherwise not moving. Alex chanced a look at him. He knew he hadn’t spoken to either Max or Liz since the confrontation at the cabin and Michael had been hurting as a result.

Alex turned back to the unexpected couple. “Isobel didn’t mention it would be dinner for five.”

“It isn’t,” Isobel corrected with a glare at her brother. “They weren’t invited.”

Max brushed her off and took a step towards Michael and Alex. Michael didn’t move except to squeeze Alex’s hand tighter.

“Michael, we need to talk.”

“So talk.”

Max glanced at Alex. “Privately.”

Michael shook his head. “Why? Just say what you want to say, Max.”

Max opened his mouth but Isobel spat out a sharp “Max, don’t,” and he snapped it shut.

“How could you be so cruel?” Liz joined the conversation. Unlike at the cabin, her tone was more curious than combative but Alex tensed anyway. He hadn’t forgotten that the last time they met, she’d slapped his husband.

“I wasn’t trying to be,” Michael answered. “I just wanted to be happy.”

“You were happy,” Max told him. “You and Maria had something good. Why would you fuck that up? For-” he stopped as he looked at Alex again. Alex stared coolly back.

“I wasn’t happy, Max,” Michael told him quietly. “I was- I don’t know, content?”

Max scoffed. “The last year and a half is the happiest I’ve ever seen you.”

“That’s depressing,” Michael was flat. “Because then you’ve never seen me be happy. Not once.”

“If you were so miserable, why did you propose?” Liz asked. “If you hated being with Maria, why ask her to be your wife? To spend her life with you? Why do that if you were just going to leave?”

Michael shrugged. “I was happy enough with her. Like I said, I was content. Things with Maria were good. I could have married her and we could have had a decent life together. But I wanted something more. I wanted great, not good. I wanted to be happy, not merely content. And as soon as I realized what that meant for me, I tried to end it. It wasn’t supposed to happen like it did.”

“And Alex is great?” Max asked, disbelief evident in his tone. Michael tensed but Alex squeezed his hand. He wanted to do more but he couldn’t with their current audience. “You two had what? A decade of hook ups? You really he’s worth throwing away the best relationship you ever had?”

“Yes,” Michael told him simply. “Alex is worth everything.”

“I don’t understand,” Liz protested. “If Alex, if this relationship, means so fucking much to you, why be with Maria in the first place? Why put her through all of that if you knew you were in love with someone else? Did you just want to hurt her?”

“With all due respect, Liz,” Alex told her. “That’s between us and Maria. It’s not your business.”

Liz turned on him with blazing eyes and Alex felt a pang in his chest. There was a time when she would’ve defended him this fiercely but somewhere along the way she’d made a choice between him and Maria and he’d lost her. “My best friend is in pain and I want to know why.”

Alex met her gaze. “Then ask her. You want to make us the villains in this story? Fine. We’ve been awful, that’s true. There were absolutely better ways to handle all of this. But Maria isn’t a saint that got fucked over. She had her own part to play, too.” He took a deep breath. “If your friend is in pain, I recommend going to her and being there for her rather than yelling at us. Because this isn’t helping anyone, let alone Maria.”

Liz made a disbelieving noise in the back of her throat and shook her head. “I just can’t believe you would do this, Alex.”

“Do what? Put myself first?” He scoffed. “I learned it from Maria.”

“She would never do something like this!”

“She already did. A year and a half ago.” Alex glared at her. “And you didn’t give a single solitary shit about what it did to me. Where was this Liz when I needed you? Where were you when I was the one trying to put my heart back together after Maria broke it?” Liz’s eyes widened and she took an involuntary step back. “Oh that’s right. You were telling me to get over it and be happy for her.”

Alex was suddenly done with this conversation. He turned to Isobel. “Alcohol?”

Isobel nodded and jerked her head towards the kitchen. “Help yourself.”

Alex nodded and, with a final squeeze of Michael’s hand, left the room.

The kitchen was far enough away from the living room that he couldn’t really make out what was being said but the sound of muffled voices continued for long enough that he found two glasses and a bottle of whiskey and poured out generous helpings.

“For fuck’s sake, Max. Get out!” He heard Isobel yell. The front door slammed loudly only a moment later.

Alex grabbed both glasses and went back to the living room. Michael was still standing in the same place though his face was considerably whiter and his hands were clutched into fists. Alex looked for a place to put the glasses only to have Isobel lift both of them from him without a word. He didn’t bother thanking her as he went to Michael’s side, his hands cupping Michael’s face.

“Michael?” He asked softly. “What happened? What did Max say?”

Michael shook his head and pulled Alex into a kiss without a word. “It doesn’t matter,” he answered when they parted. “It doesn’t matter.”

It looked to Alex like it very much mattered but he didn’t push.

“I made lasagna,” Isobel announced from the doorway after a moment. “If you’re still hungry.”

Alex looked from her to Michael, leaving the decision up to him. Michael took a deep breath and nodded, plastering a smile on his face as he walked over to his sister.

“Did you make it or did you buy it and stick it in the oven?”

Isobel scoffed. “Who do you take me for? Of course I bought it.”

Alex looked on as Michael laughed softly and pressed a kiss to Isobel’s forehead. “Thank you for not trying to kill us.”

Isobel swatted him lightly on the chest but walked with him into the dining room.

The air was tense as they sat down but all three of them seemed determined to ignore it and after a while the mood lifted. Alex sat back in his seat and smiled as he watched the two siblings bicker harmlessly.

Once they finished eating, Isobel cleared her throat and produced an envelope out of nowhere. She flipped it over in her hands before handing it to Alex.

Alex looked from it to Isobel to Michael before taking it and pulling at the flap.

“I wanted to apologize,” she started.

“For what?” Michael asked, his brow furrowed.

“For my part in everything that happened.” Isobel played with a napkin. “I know I sort of pushed you towards Maria right after Noah-” she cleared her throat. “Anyway, I was in a bad place and I gave you bad advice. But then you seemed happy enough so I didn’t say anything. You- you seemed lighter than you had been and I thought that was enough. And then when you came to me for relationship advice a few months ago and I suggested taking the next step- I knew your heart wasn’t in it but I pushed you because I thought it could be good for you. Michael, you always seem to have this fear that people are going to leave and I know marriage isn’t the answer to that but I thought maybe it would help? Like if you and Maria said the vows and signed the paperwork that maybe you wouldn’t be so afraid anymore.” She laid her hand over Michael’s on the table. “Max wasn’t completely wrong before,” Michael tried to pull his hand away but Isobel held tight. “We’ve never really seen you be happy, Michael. Because we’ve never seen you be with Alex. In the last few weeks, your soul has been lighter than ever. It’s beautiful. And I’m sorry for the part I played in keeping you from this for so long.”

“Izzy-” Michael breathed. “You don’t have anything to apologize for. You were just being my sister. It’s not your fault I never told you the truth about me and Alex.”

Isobel huffed, the corner of her lips twitching. “I know. Now if only I was some kind of mind reader and could have figured it out on my own…”

Alex snorted. He couldn’t help it. He slapped a hand over his mouth in horror but it seemed to have broken the heavy mood and soon they were all laughing. Michael pulled his sister into a hug. Alex heard him whisper something to her but he couldn’t make out what it was.

When the hug continued, he looked away, his attention drawn to the envelope Isobel had handed him. With a final pull he ripped the flap open and pulled out the contents.

There was a brochure for a travel agency and another one for a cruise line and beneath that there was a check. A very generous check.

“Isobel?” He asked, looking up as they separated. “What is this?”

Isobel wiped at the tears on her face as she looked at him quizzically before her eyes fell to the open envelope. “Oh, that.”

Michael reached over and pulled it from Alex’s lax hands. “Yeah that.”

“Congratulations,” she told them. “I wasn’t sure what kind of wedding gift you’d want or if you needed anything out at your cabin but I figured I could contribute to a honeymoon fund.” She shrugged lightly. “It’s Noah’s money, really, and I don’t want it so I thought you two could use it.”

Alex gaped at her. “That’s not a fund, that’s-”

“Jesus Christ Izzy,” Michael cursed. “This is way too much.”

Isobel glared at him. “It’s my money and I can do whatever I want with it. And I want to give it to my brother and his husband so that they can have an amazing honeymoon.”

Michael opened his mouth to protest but Isobel’s glare shut him down. Alex reached over and grasped his hand as he continued to stare at the envelope and its contents.

“Thank you, Isobel,” he told her sincerely.

“You’re welcome, Alex.”

---

Michael followed Alex out of Isobel’s house a while later still in shock. He couldn’t believe Isobel had given them a wedding gift. He’d deal with the sheer amount of zero’s on the check later, once he recovered from his sister giving him a wedding gift. She’d called Alex his husband. She- she was amazing.

But as amazing as she was, he couldn’t stop replaying Max’s last words to him.

What happens when he leaves you again, Michael? He’s done it before. Countless times. What makes you think now will be any different?

Isobel had thrown Max out after that but his words lingered. Worse, they combined with Maria’s words to fester in the back of his mind.

“Hey,” Alex said softly, his fingertips brushing the edge of his jaw. Michael blinked and focused on him. At some point, they’d gotten back to the truck with Michael pressed up against Alex, Alex’s back against his door. “Talk to me.”

“Are you going to leave?” It was out before Michael could stop it.

Alex’s eyes widened. “Why would you ask me that?”

“You’ve done it before,” Michael replied. “And Max-”

Alex cupped his jaw firmly and pulled him into a deep kiss. “Ignore Max,” he told him when he pulled back. “Max doesn’t know shit. No one does but us. And I’m not going anywhere. I know it and you know it.”

He grabbed Michael’s left hand and pulled it up until he could reach over with his own left hand. He held them up between them, the setting sun glinting off of their rings. “Look at this,” he urged softly. “I don’t make vows lightly, Michael, you know that. But these? This was the easiest thing I’ve ever done. And I’m not going back on it. Not ever.”

Michael surged forwards and captured his lips, Alex’s head bumping back against the window. Alex pulled away laughing softly.

“Do you believe me?” He asked.

Michael nodded.

“Say it,” he urged.

“I believe you,” Michael promised. And he did. He just sometimes needed to hear Alex say it.

Alex worried his lower lip, his eyes suddenly furtive.

“What?” Michael asked.

“I was going to talk to you about it later, but I suppose now is good enough.”

Michael tried not to get worried but he was suddenly anxious. He waved a hand next to them. “Well?” He asked when Alex didn’t say anything.

“I really hate my dad.” Michael blinked. That was not what he was expecting Alex to say.

“I know?”

Alex laughed. “And I don’t want anything to do with him. If I’m going to be associated with anyone, I want it to be you.”

“..okay?” Michael wasn’t sure where Alex was going with this.

“Would you have any objection to me changing my name?” Alex asked softly. “I’m more than ready to stop being a Manes and being a Guerin doesn’t sound half bad, hon-”

Michael cut him off with his lips.

#malex fic #rnm #my fic

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vanillacup-cakes · 5 years ago

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This is, by far, the latest I’ve ever written one of my year round-ups, and by far, the messiest post.

2019 was a year guys, so have a really messily written year round up. If I try to tidy it up we’ll be here until December.

TL;DR

2019.

2019 was a year of love; happy, sad, somewhere in between.

My heart got broken.

Hera got married.

My friends are in love.

At the end of the Barat, in Pakistani wedding traditions, the bride goes home with the groom. Any events before that the bride always came home with her family. But for this main event, after the actual marriage contract has been signed, after all the festivities, she goes home with the groom. We took it in turns to hug Hera goodbye, I pushed myself to the back of the queue being the crier of the group.

When I was talking to Hera’s cousin she mentioned that some people have questioned why this little bit of the wedding celebrations causes such emotional responses from the bride’s family and friends, after all, we’ll see her again the next evening for the reception. And it’s not like she’s gone forever, she has just moved out of her parents house. She said that the reason for this was not because we will never see her again but because things will never be the same from that moment on. Not in a good, nor a bad way, it just is.

Changed.

Life changes and when one of your close friends get married it changes your relationship with them. Not that you or they love you/them less, not that you or they are less important, not that you or they care less. It just changes.

it doesn’t even have to be marriage.

In October, one morning in Peak District I was stood in the kitchen of our rented apartment and in front of me were two of my best friends with their other halves going on about their day eating their breakfast. It was a picturesque little scene I tried to capture as a photo, I was scared of ruining the moment though and my sly camera skills were terrible so I just have a blurry evidence of that moment. Throughout that holiday I caught little moments of the two couples, little moments I can’t really describe but you know it when you’re around it, little moments that made my heart swell and hurt at the same time. Because things are different. Things have changed.

Change isn’t bad, it can be really, really good. In fact I hope it’s a really, really, really good change for all of them, I just need a moment to accept that we’re no longer in our early 20s and our lives are going to change a lot before more.

2019 was a year of love; the good, the bad, and the bittersweet.

I started 2019 falling asleep as the fireworks went off. We had gone out for dinner earlier that evening with a friend from work and his missus, to a nice fancy restaurant where desserts are always perfect. I’m not one to go out on New Year’s so I worried that we’d be out long but, fortunately for me, the other couple we’re not up for a long one either so, after dinner, we tried to see if we could grab a couple of drinks in a bar before heading home but, as it was NYE, we had no luck. The other couple went home, we tried a couple more before we gave up and called it a night.

We were falling asleep when the fireworks went off. In our 20s, supposed to be the prime of your life, and I was cuddled up and happily falling asleep before the new year rang in. I wouldn’t have had it any other way.

January meant Hamilton and birthday boardgames and lots of ballroom classes. I think this may have been the year that we also started, or tried to, regularly schedule in time for face masks.

Then it was suddenly February and I received the best Valentine’s day card in existence, I continued to dance, finally saw a Footlights performance and even caught a show put on by CUMTS. Cirque du Soleil was okay too…

March was when Amy, Izzy and I decided to start our own tradition, every year, no matter what, we’d get together; us and the boys, with the dogs, or kids or goodness know what else life gives us, we’d meet up. We’d meet up somewhere in the UK for a long weekend, where we’d go for walks and cook dinner, and just overall relax and unwind and catch up with each other. Each year starting that October at the Peak District.

March was when I forgot my water bottle at our last dance class and we had to turn the car around. March was when I got no sleep and still chose to go to work the next day.

For the three months we had worked in the new building together we had never bumped into each other in such close proximity, and then, suddenly, there he was coming out of the showers as I tried to find an empty stall to check how I tired I looked. I smiled, I can’t remember if I said anything but my heart dropped.

March was when I got my promotion and all I wanted to do was tell him.

I gave him his stuff back and I gave him his birthday present; an embossed leather notebook, dotted not lined, perfect for both writing and drawing, he was a design engineer after all.

In July he wished me a happy birthday.

In my head, people judge how much it hurt me when we were only together for nine months. But no one has the right to dictate how you feel.

Back in January, Hera started sending me dance videos, videos she wanted us to learn for her wedding.

By April, the Kate, Olive, Sam and I were in the full swing of Friday on a Monday: Dance Edition. We’d cook a spicy meals (the spice increased in level as we went along, yoghurt or cream became more for taste than for firefighting) then we’d dance. Every Monday, where possible. Sometimes we’d skype Charley, sometimes Charley would be with us in person.

As per usual we celebrated birthdays not in the correct months; Kate’s November was in January in form of birthday boardgames, face masks and hand massages by Olive. Charley’s January was in May in Claydon house where we discussed medieval fayres and the Jane Austen festival, where we sat in a private chapel and spoke as we wished until a lady came into actually pray and we tried our best to exit quietly. Sam gave Olive a piggy back in the gardens and there were some happy screaming and laughter. Olive’s March preceded Charley’s as we went to Bath in May and had ourselves our own very luxurious baths. Preceded and proceeded by enough Sally Lunn buns to feed a small army.

My mum randomly won tickets to Look East festival so Charley and I went on an impromptu trip to London and saw Mumford and Sons live. Next time we’ll be prepared with a picnic blanket and more sunscreen for Charley. Indeed we were more fully prepared a month later for West End Live, armed with a cool bag full of food and drinks. What we weren’t prepared for, though, was the vast amount of people queueing. We knew it was popular and we knew there would be a long queue but we didn’t quite anticipate just how big. Having said that, after we admitted defeat we found a little section to the side of Trafalgar square with deck chairs facing a huge screen live streaming the whole event. We didn’t get seats straightaway but sure enough a family with kids left slightly earlier. Instead of standing under the sun for hours on end, Charley and I sat on our deck chairs in the shade in a lovely June day eating our food and drinking to our heart’s content. We decided that in 2020, we’d just do the exact same. We also come out wanting to watch ever single musical there was.

Speaking of getting the right picnic spot, we are starting to have this ‘Singing on the river’ thing down; picnic blankets a plenty, napkins, cutleries, takeaway for dinner by the river listening to the wonderful King’s men perform renditions of old and new songs. It’s a Cambridge tradition we just can’t miss.

We did try to keep up monthly dinners in 2019; we went to Varsity, The Red Lion and Petersfield before we had to suspend the dinners as it was time to fly to Pakistan.

After the vaccinations were done, after the visas were sorted, after all the clothes were bought, after all the make-up and hair trials were done, after all suitcases were packed, after all the dances were mastered (somewhat), after the incredibly long wait to see Hera again it was time to get in the taxi and slowly but surely make our way to the train station. Slowly because we had a flat tyre. But it was going to be faster to get on a slow car than wait for another taxi.

For months on end, as a group, we all had a phrase “After Pakistan”. The amount of things we said we’d do ‘after Pakistan’ and suddenly we were there. Suddenly it was all gone.

I’m not sure life kept going after Pakistan, you know.

And yet it did. I came back to work with my new manager fully into the swing of things, nothing had exploded and everything was still chugging along. Suddenly I was being invited to more meetings and prospects of going business trips became a thing.

I also started sewing classes, along with Olive and Sarah. I stopped ballroom classes and continued with krav maga.

In October, Amy and Tom picked me up in Cambridge and we all drove to Bakewell together to meet Izzy and Zack. The weather could have been nicer to us but it was the UK in October, we should have known better. So off we went, in the rain, walking down an old railroad track (we did consider cycling but that got confusing and expensive), climbing hills for loo breaks and risking ankles and necks for a hope of a nice warm lunch only to be disappointed because pubs in the middle of nowhere is far and few in between and only serve food at specified hours. Having walked for hours with a small amount of sustenance we took the taxi home and enjoyed a meal at the apartment instead.

In November, we flew to Bulgaria and what an experience it was. Beautiful sceneries and definitely a hidden gem, but take it from me, don’t take the jeep up the mountain. Find a different mountain, there’s plenty. Explore the gorgeous towns preserved to their original glory and feel like you’ve been transported back in time. Try the local cuisine! Dress up in traditional Bulgarian outfits, it’ll make a wonderful family photo.

That same month, Hera visited England again. For a mere few days she stayed in Cambridge and we tried to make the most of it as possible. Butch Annie’s was obviously a requirement. And at last, once again, Kate’s November birthday was celebrated in November. In a once in a lifetime opportunity where all six of us were finally back together again to tackle not one, not two but three escape rooms! We got out of every single one of them. No biggie! But just like that, we were all split up again.

But no rest for the wicked because the very next day I was off to Austria on a business trip. My first ever business trip. It wasn’t all work and no play, in fact, at one point we were chucked out of the office so we can explore Vienna further so we did. We went to Christmas market after Christmas market and I stocked up on Christmas baubles and Christmas presents. My favourite bauble though? Came from the Bury St Edmunds Christmas Fayre. I’ll be on the look out for you again next year!

Before long it was December. With all the hubub of 2019 and the hubub that 2020 will bring (in form of a NYE party) I decided it was best if we had someone else cook for us for Friends Christmas. Secret Santas were exchanged and extra sticky toffee puddings were ordered, no dishes were cleaned by our hands that evening,

And then it was time to party. 1920’s themed party to ring in the 2020’s…

When I really think about it 2019 was one helluva year. So much has changed, so much will change. There isn’t one month similar to the one before, it’s terrifying. Growing up is terrifying. Changes are terrifying.

But we have to bury broken hearts and raise a glass to falling in love, we have to hug memories goodbye and smile at the new ones. We have to accept things won’t be the same but that’s not a bad thing. There are still songs to dance to and movies to cry at, rooms to escape and snacks to share. They’ll always be there no matter what… no matter what 2020 will bring.

#personal #end of year #end of year 2019 #yes I have written this as if I don't know what's happening in 2020 already

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squirrelly831 · 5 years ago

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Leaving Him [Seokjin and Yoongi]

Note: This is JUST a reaction. I do not think you should EVER be in a violent relationship. NEVER let yourself get abused by another [mentally or physically]. You’re worth more than that kind of life.

This one has a bit of violence in Yoongi’s, so read at your own risk. Links are down below! Enjoy~

Seokjin

Seokjin was perfect. Isabel had always been told how lucky she was to find a man like Seokjin. He was handsome, could cook, and was a successful doctor for being as young as he was. Isabel, or Izzy, met him during her residency as a nurse under him. It was what started the love affair turned marriage. Their love was like a storybook. She felt like Queen Victoria who found her own Prince Albert.

Due to his work, he worked some late nights and was hardly home, but being part of the medical field, she understood as she was called into work in the ER when they were low on staff. However, there were some times that she got suspicious. Sure, doctors worked over time, but with the amount he worked, it was more than a typical doctor. At first, she suspected an affair, but there were no women that Seokjin remotely gave a second glance too.

When she had began to give up on her suspicions, her brother, a local detective, dropped by. She brought tea to the living room where her brother sat with a solemn expression. “What brought you here so late?”

He looked at her then around, “Where’s Seokjin?”

She let out a frustrated sigh, “Out at work. Got called in again.”

His eyebrow rose, “Again?”

She waved it off, “He works overtime about everyday. I don’t think he sleeps more than a couple hours.” She played with her wedding ring, “But, I knew what I was getting in when I married him, so I guess I shouldn’t complain.”

“What if I told you he wasn’t the righteous doctor you thought he was?”

She was quiet for a moment before she let out a scoff, “I’d say you’re crazy. He’s a great doctor.”

Her brother pulled out a stack of papers from his bag and put them on the coffee table. “You should read this.”

Izzy looked over the stack of paper in front of her. Her eyes widened each time she ran across gang, mafia, BTS, or back alley doctor. She looked up at her brother with a silent plead that this was a mistake, but he refused to meet her eyes. She covered her mouth as a cry left her lips.

“I know this is a shock, sis, but we need your help” her brother knelt beside her. He took her hand in his, “Seokjin is a bad guy. We need to arrest him.”

“What does that have to do with me?” She whimpered.

Her brother made a face, “We wanted to use you as a bribe to get him out and caught in the act. I have a man undercover and we could set up a fake kidnapping. If Seokjin isn’t part of BTS, then he would call the police.”

“What if he is?” Her brother gave her a look as if to say do you really want to know. Izzy looked away, “Give me time to think about it. This is a lot to process.”

“We don’t–”

Izzy shot from her seat, “You just told me my husband is part of BTS. A ruthless gang who I’ve only heard nightmarish news about. I need time.” She stressed.

Her brother took the files and nodded, “I understand. You know how to reach me.”

It took her a week to finally reply to her brother and agreed to help. She knew asking Seokjin outright would get her nowhere and she kept about her daily activities as to not raise suspicions. So, one day after work, she drove to location her brother told her. His partner met her there with a makeup artist.

“This woman is just going to prepare you for the photos. We’re going to make it look as real as possible. Are you sure you’re ready?”

Izzy shook her head, “I’m not ready, but if I don’t do this I won’t get the truth.”

Once the makeup was done, her brother ripped her shirt and the fake blood stained her scrubs. The reality didn’t set in until her brother put her in a chair and tied her up. Tears fell as she looked down as her brother got out of the shot and his partner took the pictures. Her heart felt like it was going to give out with how hard it pounded against her chest. She held back her sobs, but not the tears that continued to flow.

The pictures were sent to Seokjin and her brother untied her, “Now we get you out of here.” Izzy gave her brother a surprised look. He touched her cheek to wipe the stray tear, “You can’t stay here. If they see you not in real danger they’ll realize they’ve been played. My partner will take you to the safe house.”

They ushered her to the car and she sat in the backseat. She had a burner phone in hand that was given to her to tell her brother when she was safe. However, she felt fear. Not for herself, but for Seokjin. The man who was nothing short of perfect. The man who would help someone regardless if he would get paid for it or not. Her tears returned as she pushed in Seokjin’s numbers she had memorized like the back of her hand. Though it was more likely true that he was part of BTS, she couldn’t see a man like him behind bars when so many more people need him.

Don’t go. It’s a set up. Please. Don’t look for me.

She sent the message before blocking the number. She hugged the phone close to her as her wedding ring was long taken by her brother. She didn’t want this, but she had a feeling that they wouldn’t let her change her mind and go back to him. Izzy loved Seokjin, but with a detective brother, she knew they would never be together again.

When Seokjin received the text, they were halfway to the address. “Stop the car!” Yoongi slammed on the breaks and they looked at him. Seokjin’s hand clenched around the phone, “It’s an ambush…” he got out of the car. “FUCK!” He screamed as he threw his phone against the asphalt. He pulled at his hair as he realized his secret had been discovered by the last person he wanted to find out. Namjoon got out of the car to find out what was up. “She knows. This whole thing was a set up. Her brother… he must have told her.” He was conflicted. He didn’t know what he could do next.

Yoongi

Yoongi kept a lot of secrets. Secrets that he knew Natalie would never accept due to her nurturing nature. Her nature wasn’t a problem for him. He loved that about her the most. However, it was hard to keep a secret as big as his when he took his work home.

Being in charge as BTS’s second in command, he did a lot of the dirty work for RM. His specialty was torture and interrogation. Something he had an entire basement in his home for. He only ever did his work when Natalie was away for a long period of time. He was never going to tell her the truth about his occupation. All Natalie needed to know was he worked in Namjoon’s company as a co-CEO which wasn’t a lie.

One thing Yoongi didn’t account for was Natalie’s flight cancellation due to a snow storm in the country she was headed off to or that she headed home due to it.

Yoongi held a pair of pliers in his hands with a cold grin plastered on his blood stained face. “This could all be over if you admit the truth. Who are you working for?” He glared at the man who was chained to the chair. Some of his fingertips missing and his hands were in pulls of blood. The man wept and Yoongi rolled his eyes, “Open his mouth.”

“NO! NOOO! WAIT SUGA!” The man screamed.

Natalie heard the scream as she entered the house. Her stomach turned out how fearful it sounded. She placed her bags down and sought the voice. She noticed the basement, a place that has always been locked, open. Another scream sounded and she jumped. Her eyes furrowed as she felt weak. She swallowed hard as she went down the stairs. When she got half way the scene played in front of her. Yoongi yanked out a couple of teeth from a screaming man who had blood seeping from the injuries and other spots. Natalie let out a blood curdling scream.

Yoongi whipped around to see only the bottom half of Natalie as she ran for dear life. He threw the pliers, “Get rid of him” he ordered as he went after her. “Natalie! Nats please!”

Natalie didn’t look back as she pulled the front door open and slammed it as she ran out. Her stomach, unable to hold down the contents any longer, stopped her as she hurled. She grabbed hold of the nearby tree as she emptied her stomach.

Yoongi stopped running and walked to her slowly, “Natalie…”

She spun around with tears in her eyes. She tried to speak but she couldn’t muster a word as a sob broke from her. She pulled at her hair as she leaned against the tree and slid down it. She screamed as she mentally broke. Yoongi went to touch her, but she slapped his hand from her, “DON’T TOUCH ME!”

He stood there unable to move. Natalie wouldn’t let him go near her without hitting him or flinching. His heart twisted as he watched her, “Please… Let me explain… Come back home with me…” His voice faltered. Natalie wrapped her arms around her knees and cried. “Please…”

“You’re a monster!” She mustered. Her words cut into his heart, “You’re a cold hearted monster! I hate you!”

Yoongi blinked back tears, “I’ll be in our home.” He steadied his voice to stop from crying. “I’ll wait for you there.” He walked backwards away from her before he turned and left.

Natalie waited long enough to make sure he was gone before she weakly stood and fled the area. She refused to go back to that house after that experience.

After an hour, Yoongi grew concerned and went back to the tree. He stopped several feet away when he saw no Natalie. He looked down where she sat before he looked up at the leaves. “Damn it… I shouldn’t have left her here alone.” He pressed his arm over his eyes as his tears fell at last.

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saxonspud · 5 years ago

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The Outlaw and the Treasure Hunter - Chapter 5 - Cumberland Falls

Arthur pushed his horse, from a walk, into a fast lope. Purposely, so that Izzy would have to hold on tight. The result was far better than he had hoped for, when she wrapped her arms tight around his waist, to steady herself. He slowed his horse down a little, as they rode through Valentine. He smirked, as he saw the looks, that they were both getting. The well known, Isabella Pickett. The famous treasure hunters daughter. Clinging on, to the trouble making stranger, as though they were heading off to some lovers tryst.

Little did the townsfolk know, that she was in actual fact, a hostage. Being made to do, what ever the rough and ready outlaw wished.

As they reached the Dakota River, Izzy looked around.

"Mister Morgan, you better slow down." she shouted, her voice muffled by the back of his jacket.

Arthur, slowed down to a walk, "what's the problem, Princess?" He snapped.

"The treasure, Mister Morgan, we need to get closer to the falls." she replied.

Arthur nodded. He heard the hint of excitement in her voice. Despite the fact that she was having to do this, under duress.

He tracked his horse, along the banks of the Dakota River, until they almost reached the bottom of the falls.

"We have to go on foot now, Sir." She cautioned.

Arthur jumped of his horse, and grasped Izzy by the waist, he hesitated. "No funny business, Princess. Remember what I said," he warned.

Izzy nodded, trembling slightly, at Arthur's firm grip around her waist.

He lifted her off the back of his horse. Hand resting on his holster, as a warning sign.

Izzy started to make her way up a narrow path, just at the base of the falls. The path, wasn't particularly steep, but was covered in loose stones and rocks, which would occasionally fall of the side of the path, into the water below.

A few times, she had to balance herself, using the cliff face, when a loose rock, or stone, slid from under her foot. Arthur, didn't have the same issue, as by the time he followed in her footsteps, the loose stones and rocks, had already fallen away.

As they reached, what appeared to be the end of the path, Arthur became, slightly annoyed. As it appeared, that Izzy had followed a path that led nowhere.

When she reached the end of the path, she looked over her shoulder at Arthur.

Noticing the irritated look on his face, she stopped.

"We have to go through the waterfall, Mister Morgan, the path continues," she stated.

Arthur nodded, and motioned for her to continue.

Once they passed through the water, Arthur, was surprised how light it was inside.

The path was now a ledge, covered in water.

Izzy pointed towards a crevice, in the rock wall.

Focussing on her prize, she didn't notice the large crack, in the edge of the ledge. As she stepped forward, the ledge cracked, and she fell.

The first thing that went through her mind was, this treasure must be cursed. Her father had told her stories of cursed treasure. Her father had died, her mother was in danger, and she was about to plummet to her death.

The thoughts, however, disappeared, when she felt a strong hand, grab her wrist, pulling her up.

She grabbed hold of Arthur, and wrapped her arm around him, and as soon as he released her other arm, she wrapped that one around him too.

He wrapped his arms around her trembling body, "Don't worry, Princess," he purred, "you're safe now."

Izzy gasped, "I...I thought that was it." She turned and looked at the drop below, before she pointed to the crevice, "in there," she gasped, trying to catch her breath. She closed her eyes, trying to calm her heart rate.

Arthur spun her around, so her back was against the cave wall. His body, pressed against hers. He reached his hand into the crevice, and pulled out a largish pouch, which he shoved in his satchel.

If Izzy, had wanted to, she could have quite easily shoved Arthur off the ledge. But the thought never crossed her mind. Despite, no longer being near the edge, her arms were still wrapped around the muscular body, of the outlaw.

What did cross her mind, was that had she been out here alone. She would have died.

Arthur, gently stroked her cheek, "well done, princess," he whispered, in her ear. His breath, causing her to tremble. Or was she trembling from her near death experience, she wasn't quite sure.

As they left the cave, Izzy was careful with her footing, and happily held onto Arthur's arm. when it was offered.

When they finally reached the bottom of the path. Izzy sat on a rock, and tried to regain her composure. Her face, was as white as a sheet.

Arthur reached into his satchel, and handed her a bottle of whisky. She took it with trembling hands.

"Is that ya first close call?" he asked.

Izzy nodded, as she gulped down the whisky.

Arthur, grabbed the bottle back, "Steady on Princess," he chuckled, "don't want you falling down drunk!"

Izzy glanced up at Arthur, "Thanks...I mean for catching me." she mumbled.

Arthur stared at Izzy for a moment, "So how come, you get to do all the graft, and your mama gets to spend all the money?"

Izzy glared at Arthur, "It ain't like that," she scoffed.

Arthur raised his eyebrows, "you scale cliffs and ledges, then you mama goes off to the city on a jolly. Sure seems like it to me!"

Izzy frowned, then looked at the ground.

Arthur smirked, "well lets see if this little lot was worth dying for!"

Izzy glanced up at Arthur, wondering if she was talking about her near fatal fall, or the death of her father.

Arthur opened the pouch, he grinned. He pulled out, a gold bar, a diamond, a few items of Jewellery, and another map.

Izzy glanced at the haul, "what's my cut," she asked.

Arthur bent over, and cupped her face in his hand, lips gently touched her, in a soft kiss. "living to hunt another treasure, Princess." he smirked.

He put everything back in his satchel.

Izzy stood up, and walked towards Arthur's horse.

Instead of getting on the horse, and offering her a hand, Arthur lifted Izzy on to the horse. He mounted up behind her, and wrapped his arm around her waist.

Arthur gently bit her neck, marking it. He followed it up, with a kiss.

"Don't worry, princess. I'm gonna look after you now," he purred.

Izzy gasped, as she felt her stomach muscles, involuntarily clench. Causing her to lean back into Arthur's chest. He pressed his hand, a little tighter to her stomach. feeling the warmth of it, through her shirt.

Arthur smiled, as turned his horse around, and headed back to Valentine.

As they entered the town, Arthur pulled his horse up at the stables.

"Hey boy," he yelled to the stable boy, "you got Mrs Pickett's horse?"

Ethan looked over at the stranger, then to his surprise, saw Izzy.

"Izzy! How have you been?" He asked, smiling.

Izzy was about to answer, when she felt Arthur's arm, tighten around her waist.

"The horse, boy," Arthur growled, "Mrs Pickett has been delayed, so we're taking it home for her, aren't we Miss Pickett?"

Izzy gasped, "yes Mister Morgan."

Ethan frowned, but brought the horse out, and handed the reins to Arthur.

Arthur headed back to the house, leading the other horse.

Izzy was about to look round, to see if she could see Ethan.

Arthur, tightened his grip, "don't even think about it, Princess. Otherwise, you little boyfriend, might meet a sticky end," he warned.

When they reached the house, he hitched both the horses. He lifted Izzy down, and with his hand on her shoulder, pushed her into the house.

Once they were inside, she was about to head, to her fathers study.

"Where do ya think your goin'?" he snarled. "I told you already, ya go where I tell ya, when I tell ya. I thought we were clear?"

Izzy stopped and turned to face him.

"Come here, Princess," he purred.

Izzy, swallowed hard, not sure what was going to happen. She walked slowly towards him.

"Turn around," he whispered.

Once she had turned around, he pulled some cord out of his satchel, grabbed her wrists and started to tie them together.

"What are you doing!" she shrieked, as she tried to pull away.

Arthur laughed, "calm down, princess. I don't quite trust you not to run, so I'm making sure you stay put."

He lifted her onto his shoulder, and carried her up the stairs. Izzy started to wriggled, and squirm, but he gripped her a little more tightly, and carried on laughing. Once he reached her bedroom, he threw her on the bed.

He removed her boots, despite the flailing of her legs. Once her boots were off, he gripped her ankles.

"If you don't stop it," he snarled, "you'll be sorry!"

Izzy stopped struggling, "Please, I wont try and run, I promise," she begged.

Arthur smirked, "I know you won't, Princess, because I ain't gonna give you the opportunity!"

He tied her ankles with more cord, then attached the cord to the metal bedstead.

"Now you be a good girl, and I'll be back before you know it," he smirked.

Arthur walked towards the bedroom door. As he reached it, he turned, "oh and if you start screaming and yelling, I'll come back and gag ya!"

Arthur unhitched his horse, and headed off towards Emerald Ranch. He pushed his horse hard. It was mid morning, and he wanted to try and get back to Izzy, by nightfall.

He felt a bit bad about leaving her trussed up like that, but he couldn't trust her yet, not to try and run away. Even if she had seemed to soften to him slightly. Well he had saved her skin.

As soon as he reached Emerald Ranch, he made a beeline for Seamus.

Seamus greeted him with a grin, "What have your brought me this time," he beamed.

Arthur smirked, and laid the gold bar, the diamond and the bits of Jewellery on the counter.

Seamus whistled through his teeth, and grinned. "How does, six fifty, sound to you?"

Arthur sneered, "It don't sound like enough, Seamus...not nearly enough," he clenched, and unclenched his fists.

Seamus took a deep breath, "my mistake, I meant seven fifty."

Arthur nodded, and Seamus quickly handed him the money.

Arthur narrowed his eyes, "remember what I said Seamus!"

Seamus nodded, beads of sweat, appearing on his forhead. He'd almost pushed his luck, he wouldn't try that again.

Arthur mounted his horse, thieving little bastard, he thought, and chuckled to himself.

He headed his horse, back to camp. He thought he better show his face, and put some money in the box. He knew Dutch wouldn't be too impressed if he stayed away too long, or if he knew what he was doing with the two women. But money was money, Dutch of all people should understand that.

#rdr2 fanfic #original female character #low honor arthur morgan #wattpad #a03

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