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th0rns-n-r0ses · 8 months

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Could you please please please do a smut inspired by faster pussycat’s song Where There’s a Whip There’s A Way with either Duff or Izzy????

where there's a whip, there's a way ~

[WARNING - SADISM//MASOCHISM, WHIPS]

izzy stradlin ~ smut ~ female reader ~ 1076 words ~

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Fear courses through your veins. But desire and pleasure swirl in with that fear, causing sweat of anticipation to bead up on your forehead. Your eyes dart over to Izzy as he takes a whip off of the wall of his closet and walks over to you. Every little inch of your body is practically screaming for you to beg for mercy [In a sexual way, of course], but the ball gag that Izzy has shoved in your mouth is certainly preventing that.

Izzy approaches you, wearing nothing but his black boxers, which tighten as he sees you tied up in such a vulnerable state, his cock growing hard. Everyone underestimates Izzy, but when it comes to the bedroom, he’s gonna take over the whole situation. You of all people would know, of course, he loves to see your hot body squirm and writhe for him.

He approaches you slowly, and you look down at his hard cock, seeing the outline through the fabric. Your heart catches in your throat and your breath quickens, some spit falling from your lips due to the gag. The whip drags on the ground as he walks, giving him a dangerous sort of vibe. And God, did it make you hot. Sweat trickles down your face, coating your face with that hot feeling. Izzy’s fingertips touch your cheek, wiping away some of the sweat that clings to your skin and hair. A small, twisted smile forms on his slender and pale face.

“God, you’re such a whore.” Izzy cracks the whip, making a menacing and loud noise. “And I fucking love it.” He snickers and backs away, the whip following him on the floor. Your eyes dart to the whip, fearing its power. Izzy turns back around, the whip trailing around him. He snaps it, a loud CRACK coming from the whip. You wriggle and squirm, preparing for the pain and sting of the whip. Your eyes land on his, that sadistic gaze looking you right in the face.

SNAP.

The whip hits your skin, leaving a huge stinging sensation across your body. You scream, the gag heavily muffling the noise. Tears stream down your face. God, that whip hurts, but it feels so good!

“You like that, don’t you, you slutty little masochist?” Izzy sneers with a smirk, whipping you again, a harsh stinging on your stomach. You let out a cry and a moan through the gag, feeling the tight striptease garments tighten around you from how much you’re squirming. You insisted on going naked, but Izzy didn’t want to hurt any sensitive part of you, despite being such a sadist. It’s a bit sweet really.

CRACK!

Another whip hits you on the arm, right on the bicep. You scream in pain and pleasure, every little sensation surging through your body. Those screams seem to turn him more, as well as the sight of sweat and spit dripping off your face.

“This is gonna be fun.”

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“Move, you slut.” Izzy commands.

“Iz, baby, I can’t..” You groan, your legs shaky and tired from riding him for so long. God, he’s so good at this. So far, Izzy’s gotten three orgasms out of you, but he’s never even shown signs of breaking, not even for a moment. You swallow, looking down at your bruised body that’s covered in Izzy’s bite marks and hickeys he’s given you on the stomach, chest and shoulders. The puffed up marks across your body sting and burn. Your whole body feels so weak, not knowing if you can move on any further. “Yes, you can. Now move!” Izzy growls, leaving a hard slap on your ass. You groan loudly, your head falling back from the pain. From the intensity, you know that slap’s gonna leave a mark for a while.

Following his command, you bounce yourself up and down on his cock, moans and whimpers escaping your mouth as you do so. Izzy gives you a sly smirk and lays back, lighting a cigarette as you ride his cock.

“Such an obedient whore.” Izzy smirks and runs a hand on your thigh, breathing in some smoke and breathing out, a cloud escaping his lips. His arrogance makes you feel utterly defeated, as if he’s just looking at you for entertainment. You slam yourself down on his dick, the sudden change of manner sending a wave of shock from him, his eyes widening and the cigarette almost falling from his lips. That’s it. You’ve found the weak spot.

You move your hips, riding hard on Izzy’s cock. He tenses up, breathing in through his teeth. He puts out the cigarette in the ashtray next to the bed, tilting his head back and tightly grabbing your waist. As you feel his strong hands grip your body, you feel a shiver slip up and down your spine, causing you to falter. Izzy’s tight grip on you gives him a sense of control, and he starts to forcefully shove you down on his cock in quick and hard movements. Your g-spot gets his with every movement, causing loud and high-pitched moans to leave your mouth and fill the room. Izzy grunts a little bit, knowing that he was finally gonna cum soon.

Your entire body tenses and your stomach churns, feeling an orgasm being drawn out by him and his forceful movements. Izzy grits his teeth, looking at you with a pleased and hungry look in his eyes. You cum on his cock, high and desperate moans escaping your mouth as he fucks you throughout it, edging closer himself.

“I’m so close.. God, you’re so fucking perfect.” Izzy groans in that calming yet sensual tone, his body shaking a bit as he comes closer and closer to his orgasm. You let out hoarse moans and whines, your entire body aching from the rough sex he’s giving you, his cock slamming into your body. Izzy’s breaths grow heavy and his jaw clenches as you feel his cum coating the inside of your cunt. You let out a long moan and fall over on him.

Izzy chuckles, stroking your hair as you lay on top of him. You can tell he’s proud of you for getting this far, as it’s always hard to make the guy cum. He looks down at you as you rest your head on his chest, one of his hands on your cheek, looking you in the eye.

“Why don’t we do this again next week? ~~~~~

[Listen to this song though, its actually so good]

#guns n roses #80s music #80s rock #glam rock #hard rock #guns n roses smut #izzy stradlin #izzy stradlin smut #ir0nr0se

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mysteriouslybluepirate · 1 year

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OFMD S2 EP 4-5: Izzy Hands (from a S1 Izzy fan)

I'll admit. I teared up at the Izzy shit in ep 1-3. Not a full-blown cry. But close. I was stressed, and tired, and hurt more than anything. I only cried in my car driving home. It hit, but it was more prolonged.

Do you know what got me crying? Izzy opened that letter, revealing 'For The New Unicorn'. He looks up and smiles. I went from 0-100 dry eyes to crying in seconds. I had to rewatch it because HELL.

The entire episode, hell, debatably from (S1ep4) we see Izzy go through it. Socially isolated and losing his identity. Leading up to S2ep4. Drunk and sad and heartbroken. He tries his best to stay afloat without a lifejacket as his self crumbles around him. He doesn't care anymore. He thinks his life is over. He lashes out because there's no one there to help him.

BUT THEN THE LEG. He cried and I cried during both scenes.

BECAUSE HE IS CARED ABOUT AND HE CAN HEAL!

GOD, and the way that leads into EPISODE 5. Izzy slicked his hair back and regaining some of his own personal identity. Izzy genuinely bantering with Stede, and gently helping him to be a better Captain. The way he desperately asks Stede if Ed said anything else nice about him? Showing that. Yeah, he's not all the way there yet, but he's working on it. The training scene where Izzy just looks on in fascinated horror at Stede's skills? THE LITTE OKAY HANDSIGNAL AT THE END WHEN STEDE USED HIS GRUFF VOICE? He smiles, and jokes, and TRIES. Izzy is pissed, obviously, but he's getting there.

He is kind and caring, all WHILE STILL BEING A PRICK? Him being a total nerd during the curse monologue? Izzy mutters 'rude' and pointedly crosses his legs as Stede ruins the vibe. I laughed harder at Izzy sitting at that desk than I did at most of the jokes in the show. THAT'S MY FUCKING BASTARD!! I'm so happy I saw a character and have been rewarded by showing, yes. He is kind, and trying, but he needs to learn to let himself become new.

I fucking love him. I can tell from the teaser that Izzy is just going to grow closer with the crew (and with himself) and I can't wait. (Even if it means his imminent capture, whoops).

I do think they'll do something with Izzy/Lucius, at least a single happy (Izzy no longer holding himself back from wanting) consensual kiss or genuine discussion about life(post-wedding) to show their growth as characters because I had to pause with the cig and shark interaction. Jesus Christ. I didn't really ship it before, but they are so snarky and it's great.

I'm a bit sad as Izzy's current arc likely means he might not get the big 'fuck you' moment of anger to Ed that Lucius got. Mainly because Con would make me cry, but If Izzy is genuinely just shoving this shit down, ignoring the years that Ed ignored his existence, then...idk.

They purposefully gave Izzy and Ed no scenes and thank god we get a TINY break. Because Ed will try to patch things up, and I don't think it works like that with Izzy. He needs proof that Ed is trying. Add to that Ed ACTUALLY saying sorry to him, and not expecting Izzy to immediately accept it(my theory as to why Lucius pointed it out: Ed will ACTUALLY say sorry to Izzy and mean it. This will heal something for Izzy, and hell). I can't wait for Ed to come back and see him. See him for who he is, a silly prick who is loyal to a fault, who is loved.

This is likely the happiest two episodes we'll get, and fuck, I loved them both SO MUCH. After a rewatch I'll write about the crew. Ed/Stede is actually working for me as we watch them both learn, and Fuck, Lucius/Pete...my darlings.

NOW FOR THE TEASER:

THE IDEA OF SEEING CON IN DRAG AGAIN MAKES ME SO HAPPY! Especially what it means for Izzy. Izzy lets his hair down and has fun with Wee John as he explores what actually makes him happy. Hell, him opening up to being a bit of a masochist as a joke while tied up is...actually my favorite thing (while obvious, given his propensity to put Ed before him in all matters, Izzy casually mentioning 'I like to be roughed a bit up' in front of the crew is the type of openness about himself that I crave). Izzy "cocksuckers" Hands letting himself joke about SEX-GAY SEX(probably)- Kill me now.

(To clarify: I don't think he or Ed ever got off to the abuse, hell, we see Ed flinch away when Anne/Mary do it. That's not the face of someone who knows what that's like as the Sadist).

I just love the way Izzy has so obviously relaxed into a person that he'd never let exist. Hell. I hope Izzy gets to rub this happier version of himself RIGHT in Edward's sad face. I need a 'he was never like this with me' moment of Ed watching Izzy SMILE to parallel Izzy's jealousy in S1.

Con obviously loves this character, you can see it in the performance. He fills the role perfectly, from his ups to his downs. Con smiles and hell, that's not Con, that's Izzy fucking Hands. Striding along proudly pretending his world isn't changing, because it is, and he is healing and I LOVE IT.

I am so proud of our growing Izzy loving community. For some, we've been through a lot of shit. Probably in life, and hell, maybe even in this fandom. Even if you haven't been harassed, you loved Izzy, you saw yourself in him, and I hope you felt the show giving us a big fucking hug.

We grow, we recover, and hell. We get a happy fucking ending (with a few yet-to-be-seen bumps in the road).

#izzy hands #if someone can do a meta breaking down how Izzy's drunk words to the Unicorn equate to his journey I'll be thankful #ofmd s2 #ofmd season 2 #ofmd s2 ep 4 #ofmd s2 ep 5 #con o'neill #ofmd s2 spoilers #Our Rare Unicorn

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nicnacsnonsense · 2 years

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Honestly, I just do not buy Lucius/Izzy as a thing that would ever happen. And I know I’m biased because I don’t like Izzy, but even aside from that, I just don’t see them as compatible. I think Lucius took one look at Izzy’s whole deal and was like, hard pass, that sounds like way too much fucking effort.

Because, look, we all pretty much agree Izzy’s a sub, right? But specifically as a sub he doesn’t want to hand control over to a dom, he wants to lose a power struggle and have the dom forcibly take control from him. Plus he has some masochistic tendencies, though whether that’s a straightforward pain kink or him equating violence with displays of dominance, I don’t know. Regardless, that’s what Izzy is into and what he wants from basically every sexual encounter, and you know what, good for him. I don’t like the way that is pursuit of those things frequently disregards the issue of consent, but that would be true no matter what he was into. I sincerely wish for him to learn some safe BDSM practices and then go on living his best kink life (preferably, imo, somewhere far away from me and the entire Revenge crew).

Now, we can tell from episode 5 that Lucius could dom Izzy the way Izzy wants if he put his mind to it. I am in fact fully convinced Lucius could absolutely blow Izzy’s mind and give him the best sex of his entire life. But god, does that sound like a lot of work to him. Just because he enjoyed besting Izzy in their little power struggle in that episode, that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t have preferred not to have been dragged into it in the first place. It certainly doesn’t mean he got any sexual enjoyment out of it, or if he did that it was directed at Izzy. I do think Lucius enjoys domming, but for someone like Pete, who will eagerly hand control over to him rather than making him fight for it. Plus Lucius likes to do a lot of other things during sex too. He’s got a wide variety of kinks he enjoys playing with at various times, and he’s always up to try out new ones. Though his absolute favorite, when he can find someone willing to indulge him which Pete once again for sure is down for, is just lying back and being a pillow princess. And I just can’t see Izzy being willing to do any of that.

#ofmd #lucius spriggs #izzy hands #black pete #izzy/lucius #lucius/black pete #not to mention you know if Lucius ever did get desperate and have sex with Izzy #izzy would just be the clingiest mf ever afterward #look at how he acts around Ed and those two haven’t had sex #hmm probably should also go ahead and tag this as #izzy critical

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readingslover · 1 year

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Chapter 7

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As someone who didn’t need much sleep to get through the day, Amory Madden shouldn’t be heavily affected by a restless night. However, one thing was when she was tired from work, that wasn’t a problem. however, being kept up at night because of the very loud sex her friend was having. Knowing it was with their boss, and in the room next to hers. That, she didn’t enjoy.

She ate her usual breakfast, toast, and a coffee mug, as Izzie stood beside her in the kitchen and George came down the stairs.

“You get any sleep?” The boy asked.

“She could oil the bedsprings as a courtesy, or at least buy a padded headboard.” The tall blonde answered.

If only they knew, thought the small girl.

“So, who’s the guy?” George asked and Amory choked on her last piece of buttered toast, going into a coughing fit.

“You think it was just one guy doing all that work?” Izzie questioned as the short blonde got up to put her plate in the sink.

“Can we just stop talking about it? It’s bad enough already that she kept us awake the whole night.” Amory asked and the boy nodded along.

“At least she’ll be having a long day at work,” Izzie said.

As they heard a door creek, the two interns ran to see who had spent the night, while Amory just stayed back and watched with slightly panicked eyes.

Once they realized it was Derek, Izzie commented. “Well, at least we know brain surgery isn’t his only skill.”

“They can’t be… h’s her boss!’ The boy’s voice squeaked.

“He’s all of our bosses.” The tall blonde answered. “Why are you so quiet?” She continued while looking Amory right in the eyes.

“I might or might not have known before…” She began to speak hesitantly as she rushed to fill her mouth with the rest of her coffee.

“You what?... You, you knew?!” George asked, shocked. “ And you didn’t tell me… us. You didn’t tell us.”

“I’m sorry, but it wasn’t my secret to share.” She apologized and grabbed the boy by the arm as they turn to leave.

“She had been scrubbing in a lot lately on his surgeries.” Izzie starts, but with Amory’s glare she stopped herself from continuing. “Okay, I’ll shut up. But if she’s not then why is she keeping it a secret?”

“Amory knew…” The male intern argued.

“Just because I figured it out on my own. She didn’t tell me.” The short girl came to her defense.

Just then, Meredith came into the kitchen and grabbed herself a cup of coffee. “Good morning.”

“Morning. It sounded like you were having pretty radical sex last night, all night long. Who was the guy?” Izzie teases, and another glare from the younger blonde shot in her direction.

“No one you know.”

As Amory tried to inform her friend of the group’s discovery, the tall model grabbed her arm to silence her. “We’re late, let’s go.”

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“Yikes, wouldn’t want to meet you in a dark alley.” Meredith commented as the group got out of the car to find Cristina by her motorcycle.

“Right back at you.”

Alex then came by the group, jogging.

“A run? You run?” Izzie asked, surprised.

“Everyday, babe, everyday.” He answered.

“Not suffering enough?” The dirty blonde asked sarcastically.

“What doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger.” The boy explained.

“Masochist.” The shorter girl said, Alex rolled his eyes at her, as she walked beside George.

“Don’t go acting all indefatigable. You’re dragging like the rest of us.” Cristina accused.

“Oh, what is that? Professional weakness, Dr. Yang?” He teased the woman en her runny nose.

“It’s called the flu!.” She exclaimed

~~~~~~

Now in an exam room, George and Amory examined a toddler with a leg twitch.

“Hi there, Jamie! I’m Amory and this is Geoge. How about you show me your mouth, like you’re a lion?” The female intern suggested, after having introduced herself to the parents. “Aaahhh, just like that.”

As she examined the girl’s throat, her friend talked to the parent, often looking et her to eppraciate her kindness with the child. “And you noticed her foot twitching?”

“My foot!” The little girl babbled and Amory grabbed her foot in a playful way, making her giggle.

“About three months ago?” The boy continued.

“Just a little. We took her to the county hospital, and she got the CT scan, which showed her…” The mother explained.

“Brain abnormality.” The blonde girl completed as she played with the toddler and her flashlight.

“And the twitching has gotten worse?” George aksed the parents, taking notes on his chart.

“A lot worse. They don’t have the proper equipment back home to figure out what’s wrong.” Her father explained; Amory allowing the small girl to look into her mouth with her flashlight.

“You did a good thing by bringing her here, Mr. and Mrs. Hayes.” The girl assured the couple, still playing with the child, now showing her how to turn the tool.

“Show mommy!” The blonde toddler babbled, making both interns smile in endearment.

“You sit tight, Jamie, okay? We’re going to bring you Dr. Shepherd.” George told her. “He’s the brain specialist.”

As the doctors approached the door, they were called by the mother. “Doctor? Is he good, this Dr. Shepherd?”

“At just about everything…” The male intern mumbled as he laft, a somewhat hurt expression on his face.

“He’s one of the best doctors here, you’re in good hands.” Amory assured them. “Bye, Jamie!”

“Bye, Ams!” The little girl said, clearly smitten with the blonde woman.

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In a scrub room, Amory and George were getting their patient’s CTs, as they watched Shepherd’s surgery. An anaesthesiologist came in, walking past them.

“Excuse me.” He asked.

“Sorry, Dr. Taylor.” The duo said in unison.

At the smell of alcohol, they stared at each other.

“That would be bourbon.” Their colleague informed them, seemingly calm, terror creeping up in the small girl’s eyes.

“What?” George asked, hoping that he misunderstood what was said.

“I smelled it too. And he’s the best anaesthesiologist on the staff. I’ll worry when he’s too juiced to do his crossword puzzle.”

As the attending leaves the OR, the duo approached him. “Dr. Shepherd…” The boy informed him.

“I got to get some coffee.” The older man complained.

“Jamie Hayes has been admitted, the girl with the brain abnormality.”

“How’s she presenting?”

“She has what looks like continuous seizure activity in her left foot. Her balance is off. Her parents have come a long way to try to find out what’s wrong with her.” Amory told him this time, handing him the CTs. “These are three months old, I assumed you’d need new ones but you might like to see what we have for now.”

The attending stared at her, surprised at he perspicacity, nodding. “Exactly, her brein could look dramatically different today.”

“I was also wondering if I could talk to you first, Dr. Shepherd?” The girl asked, wanting to inform him on what she’d smelled.

“Okay, O’Malley can order them, come with me.” As they got into the elevator, leaving George behind, the girl started talking.

“I hope this doesn’t coma across as impertinent, but I’ve found out something that has me worried about the well-being of our patient.” The attending looked down at her, his brows slightly furrowed in curiosity. “I wouldn’t want to report a colleague, but I think Dr. Taylor has been drinking alcohol. As he came into the OR, I couldn’t help but notice the scent… I wans’t sure shat to do, but I wasn’t the only one who noticed, so I thought maybe you could see what can be done.” The girl proposed.

“I’ll look into it, Amory. You did the right thing by reporting it.” The attending said, reassuring the girl.

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Now examining Jamie with Dr. Shepherd, Amory helps out as George stands off to the side.

“You look like a princess. Do you know you’re a princess?” The older doctor joked.

“Yes she does, she’s princess Jamie, aren’t you?” The young intern said, bopping the child’s nose and making her giggle.

“And you, princess Amy.”

The intern made a surprised face. “I’m a princess too?” She said, keeping the girl distracted as the neurosurgeon examined her.

“We’re gonna find what’s causing the seizures. Does MRI know we’re coming down?”

“You said CT.” George spat out, somewhat angry.

“Now I’m saying MRI.”

“It’s available.” The blonde internd informed, as she let the small girl play with her hair.

“Doctor, is she fonna need surgery?” Her dad asked, worry in his voice. “It’s just that my wide and I, we both work, and I don’t know if our insurance… we know it can be very expensive.”

“I don’t want you to worry about that.” Derek answers them.

“How about we send someone to help you figure it out?” The girl suggested, relief showing in the parent’s expressions. Just then, Jamie’s leg started shaking violently.

“It’s focal left side seizure.” The attending told them. “Let’s get that diazepam running right now, please, I need a tourniquet.”

As the attending placed it on the toddler’s arm, Amory stepped up to tranquilize her. “Jamie, look, we’re gonna put this super cool princess bracelet on your arm okay?” The baby’s eyes when wide with excitement. “Now Doctor Shepherd is going to put this butterfly in your arm to be your friend, how about that?” She suggested; with a smile, the girl charmed by the woman in front of her. Just then, her little leg stopped shaking.

“Hey, do you like spaceships?” The attending asked her, and the girl nodded vigorously. “Should we take Captain O’Malley and Spece Princess Amy to the spaceship MRI? Let’s go.”

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“It’s called Rasmussin’s Encephalitis.” Derek explained to the girl’s parents, showing them her MRI. “What it amounts to is that htis side of the brain, this part’s all healthy, it’s working perfect. This black part of the brain, all of that is dead or dying.” Amory was standing next to George, listening intently. “The condition has gotten radically worse since her CT scan three months ago. Left untreated, the disease is gonna kill her.”

“How soon?” Her mother questioned.

“Too soon.” Amory said, compassion infilled voice.

“So, is there a cure?”

‘The treatment requires the diseases portion of her brain be removed and sealed off. See, eventually, the spinal fluid will fill the cavity.”

“Remove? But thats…” Her father stuttered.

“Half her brain, yes.” Amory confirmed. “Her age makes it possible.”

“Indeed, her brain is not yet fully developed, so the remaining neutrons will compensate for the loss.” The attending explained. Just then, the girl was wheeled out of the MRI room, and her mother ran to her.

“So, she will be normal?” The father asked.

“There are risks to any surgery, and this is a major one. But, if we’re successful, Jamie could walk out of this hospital in a couple of weeks, go on to live a relatively normal live.” Amory told them with a soft smile before they made their way out of the room.

“Dr. O’Malley? Dr. Madden?” The attending called out.

“What?” The boy asked, clearly frustrated.

“I’m sorry to bother you, but if the parents consent, I thought you’d like to scrub in on the hemispherectomy, along with Dr. Madden. Are you in or not?”

“In” The boy answered and walked away.

“Dr. Madden, I must say, I’m impressed with how well you handled both the child and the parents. You kept Jamie distracted and calm, while you reassured the couple, not hiding the truth. Good work!” The attending gave her a smile and walked away, leaving a blushed and happy Amory behind.

~~~~~~

Getting out of the elevator, Amory holding George’s arm, the boy called for Cristina.

“Yang! We’re scrubbing in on a hemispherectomy with Shepherd.”

“Get out! I would kill for that.” The Asian woman let out and the short girl took a pack of cookies out of the vending machine.

“I know! We’re gonna cut out the half of a girl’s brain.” Amory told her, excited, putting a cookie in her mouth.

“And it’s going to work.” A marveled George let out. “It’s outrageous, almost makes it hard to hate him.”

Amory hit his arm and Cristina asked him “Why do you hate him?”

“He knows about him and Meredith,” Amory told her, between bites of her food.

“You know?!” The boy asked, shocked, betrayal in his eyes. “You both knew?!”

“When are you going to figure out we know everything,” Cristina told him, as Izzie came up the stairs.

“She knows too!” The boy turned to the tall blonde.

“What, about Doctor-cest?”

“It’s been going on for like, ever.” She simply said.

“And neither of you could have told us?” George yelped.

“You’re a gossip, huh?” The curly-haired woman accused.

“As I said earlier, it’s not my secret to tell,” Amory explained once again, repeating what she’d said that morning, shrugging her shoulders.

“He’s about to go into major brain surgery on no sleep? Not very responsible.” George commented.

“Better than drunk. I told Shepherd about Taylor, by the way.” Amory informed the boy, the other two oblivious to what they were discussing.

“Sex all night isn’t about being responsible.” The curly-haired woman shrugged it off.

“No, it’s about sex all night. I can’t believe you’re not more pissed off about this. You of all people.” Izzie accused, making the short blonde’s eyes widen and making her choke on her cookies.

“Well, she works all day. She’s got a hard job. Why should you care how she unwinds? Imean, you bake all night, Amory reads medical issues, some people like to drink… others mike the occasional screaming orgasm.” Cristina explained, Alex joining the conversation.

“Yeah, we do.” He stuffed his mouth with a donut, making everyone turn to look at him. “Forget I said that. Pretend that I’m not here, continue.”

“Alex, I don’t need to see what you’re eating in your mouth, please chew with your mouth closed, thank you very much,” Amory said, nose scrunched in disgust.

“You look like you need to be spoon-fed.” The boy teased the sick girl.

“You look like Alex.” She deadpanned.

“You really should go home. You look sicker every time I see you. I can make you some soup later, to make you feel better. If you want to of course.” The small blonde suggested, Cristina, giving her a thankful look.

“Weren’t we talking about sex, anyway?” The boy who was eating the donus asked, making the other interns leave.

~~~~~~

“I appreciate this,” George said, as he, Amory and Derek scrubbed into their surgery. “The chance to scrub in on this kind of procedure is, well… I appreciate it.”

“We both do.” Amory flashed him a smile. As she noticed the anaesthesiologist from earlier go into the OR, she worried slightly but hoped that Derek would take care of the situation.

A nurse gets Dr. Shepherd a coffee and thanks her, making Dr. Taylor comment about George and Amory. “Ah, coffee: where would medicine be without it, huh?” The alcohol-filled breath hit the boy and the face and he stepped back, the girl scrunching her nose up in disgust.

“I hope you have a new crossword, Taylor. We’re gonna be here awhile.” Shepherd commented.

Amory walked toward the little girl and explained to her what was going to happen. “Hi, princess Jamie, You are going to take a really nice nap now, and when you wake up you’re going to be with mommy and daddy, okay?”

“Okay, princess Amy.”

“I just need you to breathe into these blow bubble for me.” The intern instructed the little girl.

“I”m sorry, Dr. Taylor, but did you just… have you been drinking?” George let out, everyone looking at him shocke, the toddler already in a deep sleep.

“I beg you pardon?” The anaesthesiologist seemes offended.

“Do you smell…” He wanted to ask Amory before deciding against is. “I, I smel alcohol.”

“Where the hell do youtube off accusing me of something like that?” The saml blonde watched the whole interaction with wide eyes.

“George, you’re out of line.” The attending stepped in.

“There are rules. You know, there are rules for a reason.” George exclaimed, Amory unsure of how to react.

Reaching the conclusion that she has to stand up for her patient, for what she thinks is right, despite the consequences, she pointed out. “Dr. Shepherd, this is said with my biggest respect I could have, but we have a two-year-old girl on this table. There are parents out there believing this is the best team to save their kid. I can’t just stand back and watch this happen when I warned you before of this.” She looked up at the older surgeon, silently pleading him with her eyes.

“I don’t need some punk interns telling me what’s at stake here.” Dr. Taylor scoffed. “Get him out of here. The girl wouldn’t have said a word if it wasn’t for the other intern in here.” A moment of selence followed, as Derek seemed to weight his options. “Shep?”

“You’re out, George.”

The intern left the room, revolted at what had just happened, as a compassionate gaze from Amory followed her friend, sighing.

“Alright, we’re gonna start the procedure with the left temporal lobectomy.” The attending informed the OR staff. “After the temporal, we’ll do the frontal, and then the occipital.”

“Amory’s blood boiled, seeing George who was now watching from the gallery, yet she knew it’d do no good to complain about it.

~~~~~~

Now into the surgery, Derek explained once again. “From the frontal lobectomy, I’m going to encounter a, uh…”

“We’ll encounter the anterior cerebral artery.” Amory pointed out.

“Yeah, so we’re gonna need to…”

As she noticed the toddler’s etes fluttering slightly, the blonde intern calls out. “Dr. Shepherd? Her eyes…”

As the attending looked down, he realised what the girl meant. “You know, Taylor, her anesthesia’s awful light.” The toddler moved once more and Derek calls him out again. “Come one, Taylor, she’s waking up.”

Amory went near the man, calling his name. “Dr. Taylor?” She looks down at the doctor, head hanging slightly and eyes shut. “He’s asleep! Doctor Taylor!” She yelled his name once again.

“Huh?” The anaesthesiologist woke up with a jump. “Oh god, sorry. Sorry. I’m on it. My bad, Shep.”

“He was right, wasn’t he…?” The attending lowered his voice, clearly angry.

“Oh, come on, I nodded off…” The other doctor kept making excuses for himself.

“Whatever we’ve got to do to get through the day, right?” The surgeon asked, irony dripping from his tone.

“I’ll be fine, it won’t happen again.”

“Yeah, not in here, it won’t. Uh, Steph, call Dr. Pennington. Hopkins, take over until she gets here. Get out of here and get it together.” The attending commanded, making Amory smile a little under her mask.

Later, they had almost finished the surgery. “This packing, we hope, will prevent haemorrhaging. Doctor Madden, do you want to add something to that?” Derek asked.

“It should allow the cerebral spinal fluid to eventually fill the cavity.” The girl answers.

“Exatly, E.T., you wanna close up? I’m gonna go to bed.” He started taking off his gown, the girl following with and expression of awe on her face.

“That… that was unreal.” She commented.

“I was tired before I came her, now I’m tired again. It’s back to reality.” He signalled for George to meet him outside the OR, Amory followed shortly after him.

~~~~~~

In the hallway, Derek spoke to the boy, as both interns stood against a wall. “Let me explain. There is a code amongst doctors, we’re not supposed to ask each other questions, not within the walls of this hospital.”

“That’s why I warned you before, Dr. Shepherd, I was hoping to avoid what was bound to happen, but whe George spoke up, I couldn’t withhold…” The blonde shifted slightly as she talked but was shortly after interrupted by her friend.

“Okay, I was out of line.” He started to walk away before the attending spoke up again.

“No, you weren’t, I was. I was out of line. Someone should have taken responsibility, and it should have been the guy doing the cutting, it should have been me. I should have listend to Madden earlier and then you in the OR.” He put his hand out for the male intern to shake it, which, after a moment of hesitation, he accepted. “You saw me leave the house this morning, didn’t you?” He now spoke to George only.

“Oh, that was you?” The intern tried to pretend.

“Im not using her and I don’t favor her.”

“She’s pretty great, you know.”

“Let’s go tell Jamie’s parents she’s gonna be fine. You go ahead, I’ll catch up with you.” He told him, now turning to the girl that still stood against the wall.

“You knew already, didn’t you?” He asked. “Did she tell you?”

“I’ve known it from the start.” Seeing the surgeon’s surprised face she simply explained. “You aren’t as discreet as you think you are with the looks.” She laughed a little, nodding her head slightly.

“I have to tell you, Amory, you did a really good job. I’m impressed with how well you reacted to everything. you were perfect with Jamie and still managed to answer the questions her parents had and could keep them calm. You understood what it was like to see medicine from a child’s eyes, But above that, you stood up for that girl, and her parents, in the OR, personal costs aside.” Amory muttered a thank you under her breath and blushed slightly. “So, as much as I would like to have you follow neuro, I think you’d do an even better job in pediatric surgery. I see a bright future for you there, should you choose to follow it. Think about it.” The attending gave her a smile and walked away leaving a smiling Amory behind.

~~~~~~

While Amory had been in surgery, Izzie has apparently gone off on Meredith because of her affair with Derek. Now, she was in the kitchen, keeping Izzie company as she made a chocolate cake.

“I thought you’d be asleep by now.” Meredith came in.

“Yeah, well, I’m not and neither is she.” Izzie pointed to Amory. “If you wait a few minutes, you can have a pieve of cake. Baked if chock-full of love… actually, chock-gull of unrelenting, all consuming rage and hostility, but it’s still tasty.”

“So, you know?” The dirty blonde inquired.

“They both saw him leave this morning.” Amory explained. “Though I don’t really know how thay didn’t notice it sooner…” She tilted her head, as if struggling to come up with an answer.

“We can’t all skip a year and still be the smartest in the room, Amory.” Meredith told her with a smile, hopping onto the countertop. “Well, do you want the lond, sordid version, or the short verion where I started with sleeping with a guy who turned out to be my boss?”

“Neither.” The tall blonde said.

“Izzie, cut me some slack here.”

“No. you went to Dartmouth. Your mother is Ellis Grey. You grew up… look at this house!” She told them, frustrated. “You know, you walk into the OR and there isn’t anyone who doubts that you should be there. I grew up in a trailer park. I went to state school. I put myself through Med School posing in my underwear. You know, I walk into the OR and everyone hopes I’m the nurse… You, Meredith, have their respect without ever trying, and you’re throwing it away for… what? A few good surgeries?”

“It’s not about the surgeries…” The small blonde whispered, knowing how smitten her friend already was.

“Then what? A little hot sex, you’re willing to ruin your credibility over that?” The tall blonde questioned. “I mean, what the hell are you doing?”

“She like him.” Amory said in a sing-song manner, and Izzie looked at the girl in question as if to check the credibility of the affirmation.

“Oh my god! You are falling for him.”

“I am not. Stop, both of you.”

“Oh, you so are.” The two blondes let out at the same time.

“No, I’m not.”

“Mer, I know everything, just admit it already.” The young intern told her, cuttin herself a piece of cake.

“You know, it’s just that he’s just so… and I’m just… I’m having a hard time.”

“Wow, you’re all mushy and warm and… full of secret feelings.” Izzie commented, passing the dirty blonde a slice of cake as Amory already attacked her own.

“They’re not secret if I know about them.” Amory smiled. “Ah, I like knowing things.” The three of them laughed, Meredith now also eating her cake.

“I hate you both! And your cake!”

“My cake is so good. So, um, how hot is the sex?” Izzie questioned.

“Izzie.” Meredith said, clearly not wanting to talk about it.

“What? Come one, we’re not getting any. Help a girl out with a few detailt!” She pleaded.

Amory didn’t know she had feelings for anyone, she isn’t one to fall in love quickly. And somehow, George was the person that came to her mind at that moment.

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May 2008 The air was beginning to show the first warm promise of summer: The sun shone, hot and bright, down on the corner of Carroll Street and Sixth Avenue, and the trees that lined the brownstoned block were thick with green leaves. Clary had stripped off her light jacket on the way out of the subway, and stood in her jeans and tank top across from the entrance to St. Xavier’s, watching as the doors opened and the students streamed out onto the pavement. Isabelle and Magnus lounged against the tree opposite her, Magnus in a velvet jacket and jeans and Isabelle in a short silver party dress that showed her Marks. Clary supposed her own Marks were pretty visible too: all up and down her arms, at her belly where the tank top rode up, on the back of her neck. Some permanent, some temporary. All of them marking her out as different—not just different from the students milling around the school’s entrance, exchanging their good-byes for the day, making plans to walk to the park or to meet up later at Java Jones, but different from the self she had once been. The self who had been one of them. An older woman with a poodle and a pillbox hat was whistling her way down the street in the sunshine. The poodle waddled over to the tree where Isabelle and Magnus were leaning; the old woman paused, whistling. Isabelle, Clary, and Magnus were completely invisible to her. Magnus gave the poodle a ferocious glare, and it backed off with a whimper, half-dragging its owner down the street. Magnus looked after them. “Invisibility glamours do have their drawbacks,” he remarked.

Isabelle quirked a smile, which disappeared almost immediately. Her voice when she spoke was tight with repressed feeling. “There he is.”

Clary’s head snapped up. The school doors had opened again, and three boys had stepped out onto the front stairs. She recognized them even from across the street. Kirk, Eric, and Simon. Nothing had changed about Eric or Kirk; she felt the Farsighted rune on her arm spark as her eyes skipped over them. She stared at Simon, drinking in every detail. It had been December when she’d seen him last, pale and dirty and bloody in the demon realm. Now he was aging, getting older, no longer frozen in time. His hair had gotten longer. It fell over his forehead, down the back of his neck. He had color in his cheeks. He stood with one foot up on the bottom step of the stairs, his body thin and angular as always, maybe a little more filled out than she had remembered him. He wore a faded blue shirt he’d had for years. He pushed up the frames of his square-rimmed glasses as he gestured animatedly with his other hand, in which he held a wad of rolled-up papers. Without taking her eyes off him, Clary fumbled her stele out of her pocket and drew on her arm, canceling out her glamour runes. She heard Magnus mutter something about being more careful. If anyone had been looking, they would have seen her suddenly pop into existence in between the trees. Nobody seemed to be, though, and Clary stuffed the stele back into her pocket. Her hand was shaking. “Good luck,” Isabelle said without asking her what she was doing. Clary supposed it was obvious. Isabelle was still leaning back against the tree; she looked drawn and tense, her back very straight. Magnus was busy twirling a blue topaz ring on his left hand; he just winked at Clary as she stepped off the curb.

Isabelle would never go talk to Simon, Clary thought, starting across the street. She would never risk the blank look, the lack of recognition. She would never endure the evidence that she had been forgotten. Clary wondered if she wasn’t some kind of masochist, to throw herself into the path of it herself.

Kirk had wandered off, but Eric saw her before Simon did; she tensed for a moment, but it was clear his memory of her had been wiped away too. He gave her a confused, appreciative look, clearly wondering if she was heading toward him. She shook her head and pointed her chin at Simon; Eric raised an eyebrow and gave Simon a Later, man clap on the shoulder before making himself scarce. Simon turned to look at Clary, and she felt it like a punch to the stomach. He was smiling, brown hair blowing across his face. He used his free hand to push it back. “Hi,” she said, coming to a stop in front of him. “Simon.” Dark brown eyes shadowed by confusion, he stared at her. “Do I—Do we know each other?” She swallowed back the sudden bitter tang in her mouth. “We used to be friends,” she said, and then clarified: “It was a long time ago. Kindergarten.” Simon raised a doubtful eyebrow. “I must have been a really charming six-year-old, if you still remember me.” “I do remember you,” she said. “I remember your mom, Elaine, and your sister, Rebecca, too. Rebecca used to let us play with her Hungry Hungry Hippos game, but you ate all the marbles.” Simon had gone a little pale under his slight tan. “How do you—that did happen, but I was alone,” he said, his voice shading past bewilderment into something else.” “No, you weren’t.” She searched his eyes, willing him to remember, remember something. “I’m telling you, we were friends.” “I’m just . . . I guess I don’t . . . remember,” he said slowly, though there were shadows, a darkness in his already dark eyes, that made her wonder. “My mom’s getting married,” she said. “Tonight. I’m on my way there, actually.” He rubbed at his temple with his free hand. “And you need a date to the wedding?” “No. I have one.” She couldn’t tell if he looked disappointed or just more confused, as if the only logical reason he could imagine for her to be talking to him had disappeared. She could feel her cheeks burning. Somehow embarrassing herself like this was harder than facing down a gaggle of Husa demons in Glick Park. (She ought to know; she’d done it the night before.) “I just—you and my mom used to be close. I thought you should know. It’s an important day, and if things were right, then you would have been there.” “I . . .” Simon swallowed. “I’m sorry?” “It’s not your fault,” she said. “It never was your fault. Not any of it.” She leaned up on her tiptoes, the back of her eyelids burning, and kissed him quickly on the cheek. “Be happy,” she said, and turned away. She could see the blurred figures of Isabelle and Magnus, waiting for her across the street. “Wait!” She turned. Simon had hurried after her. He was holding something out. A flyer he’d pulled from the rolled stack he was carrying. “My band . . . ,” he said, half-apologetically. “You should come to a show, maybe. Sometime.” She took the flyer with a silent nod, and dashed back across the street. She could feel him staring after her, but she couldn’t bear to turn around and see the look on his face: half confusion and half pity. Isabelle detached herself from the tree as Clary hurtled toward them. Clary slowed down just enough to retrieve her stele and slash the glamour rune back onto her arm; it hurt, but she welcomed the sting. “You were right,” she said to Magnus. “That was pointless.” “I didn’t say it was pointless.” He spread his hands wide. “I said he wouldn’t remember you. I said you should do it only if you were okay with that.” “I’ll never be okay with it,” Clary snapped, and then took a deep, hard breath. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I’m sorry. It’s not your fault, Magnus. And, Izzy—that can’t have been fun for you, either. Thank you for coming with me.” Magnus shrugged. “No need to apologize, biscuit.”

Isabelle’s dark eyes scanned Clary quickly; she reached out a hand. “What’s that?”

“Band flyer,” Clary said, and shoved it toward Isabelle. Izzy took it with an arched eyebrow. “I can’t look at it. I used to help him Xerox those and pass them out—” She winced. “Never mind. Maybe I’ll be glad we came, later.” She gave a wobbly smile, shrugging her jacket back on. “I’m heading out. I’ll see you guys at the farmhouse.” Isabelle watched Clary go, a small figure making its way up the street, unnoticed by other pedestrians. Then she glanced down at the flyer in her hand.

SIMON LEWIS, ERIC HILLCHURCH, KIRK DUPLESSE, AND MATT CHARLTON “THE MORTAL INSTRUMENTS” MAY 19, PROSPECT PARK BAND SHELL BRING THIS FLYER, GET $5 OFF YOUR ENTRANCE FEE!

Isabelle’s breath hitched in her throat. “Magnus.” He had been watching Clary too; he glanced over now, and his glance fell on the flyer. They both stared at it. Magnus whistled between his teeth. “The Mortal Instruments?”

“His band name.” The paper shook in Isabelle’s hand. “Okay, Magnus, we have to—you said if he remembered anything—”

Magnus glanced after Clary, but she was long gone. “All right,” he said. “But if it doesn’t work, if he doesn’t want it, we can never tell her.”

Isabelle was crumpling the paper in her fist, already reaching for her stele with her other hand. “Whatever you say. But we have to at least try.”

Magnus nodded, shadows chasing shadows in his gold-green eyes. Isabelle could tell he was worried about her, afraid that she’d be hurt, disappointed, and she wanted to be angry at him and grateful to him all at once. “We will.”

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