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redhairedwolfwitch · 3 years ago

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Baby Shepherd - Part 4 - Jo Wilson x Shepherd!Sister!Reader

Summary: Jo is nervous about who to ask for their blessing so she can ask you to marry her. She also isn't quite sure how to even ask, but she's hoping they'll say yes.

Her eyes didn't leave your form until you had ran out of site, hurrying the trauma patient to get a CT scan. It was only when Amelia came into view that she chewed her lip, remembering a conversation you and she had had a few months after Nancy, Kathleen and your mother visited Seattle. It was the day after Liz had come to visit and a week after Addison had come to Seattle.

"I'm sorry you don't really get to meet Derek or Mark."

You were staring up at the ceiling as Jo rested her head on your shoulder, the blankets wrapped around the two of you.

"I met Doctor Shepherd... just not as your girlfriend, since we were just catching either other stealing looks back then. What was Mark Sloan like?" Jo whispered, sitting up slightly so she could listen more clearly.

"Mark, he called me his favourite Shepherd. Um, when I was seventeen, I wanted my mother's attention, so I started rebelling. In ways that left my grades clean, but I was always so lonely, since all my siblings were at college, or med school, or residency, fellowship blah, blah, blah. Mark came over, and he calls out 'where's my favourite Shepherd' and I ran inside. I'd been, um, smoking cigarettes, so I stank. But, Mark thought I'd just been cuddling with Amelia, since she was the only one who would, after I turned thirteen, y'know. He found the cigarettes in one of my jackets, well, it was Amelia's old one, but Mark had seen me wear it. The family had an intervention, but Amelia had been sober and she realised they weren't even the brand she would buy. He knew I was doing it for attention. He didn't yell like Derek did, Amelia tried to defend me as exploring or whatever, but the argument I had five siblings who were doctors or becoming doctors really took hold..." You explained, sniffling as tears brewed in your eyes and your nose got stuffy.

"What did he do?" Jo whispered, watching you stare at the ceiling with tears in your eyes.

"Amelia defended me, Derek yelled, Liz had this look on her face, this disappointed look... Kathleen and Nancy blamed Amelia... but Mark, Mark took me to the fun fair. I remember, crying my eyes out on the ferris wheel, because I wanted my mother to look at me. I risked my health, just because, even if she was the one yelling at me, I just wanted her to look at me. Mark, and Addison kept their eye on me after that, they'd spend time with me, stop the spiral. I was always the messy annoying baby of the family. But, Mark called me his favourite Shepherd, and I believed him." You chuckled, swiping away a stray tear before rolling over to rest your head on Jo's stomach gently.

"He was Derek's childhood best friend, so Mark was around my entire childhood. He was the... fourth person I told I liked girls, after Addison, Amelia and Derek. I remember him grinning and teasing me about whether I had a girlfriend or not. He would have loved you. Because I love you." You smiled, rolling over to press a kiss to Jo's sternum.

"I love you too." Jo hummed, her hand going to the back of your neck so she could pull you up to kiss you on the lips.

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Jo was broke out of memory lane as Amelia came into view.

"Hey, uh, Amelia, Doctor Shepherd, I need, I need to talk to you." Jo stammered, her eyes widening when Amelia turned around to acknowledge Jo.

"Wilson, what's up? Do you need me for a consult or-"

"Y/n's, Y/n's great, isn't she? Like she's so great, and uh, she's really great and I love her and... I, yeah, she's, she's great." Jo rambled, panicking as Amelia gave Jo a confused look.

"Yeah... my baby sister is great, where are we going with this?" Amelia enquired, frowning as Jo stammered over her words.

"Okay, yeah, sure, whatever your question is, or whatever you're trying to tell me, okay? Just, go get some water before you talk to any patients, okay Wilson?" Amelia suggested as her pager went off, telling her she was needed for a consult in the pit.

"I want to marry your sister." Jo breathed, but Amelia was already heading away.

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Pacing up and down, Jo stared at the contact name that she'd gotten after Amelia had added her to a group chat. A group chat that consisted of her, you, Amelia, Addison and Liz.

She'd added their numbers to her phone after you helped her figure out who was who. That meant she could call Liz to ask her, but after what happened with Amelia, she was terrified she'd make herself a fool over the phone too.

"Liz? Hi, it's, it's Jo. Y/n's okay, she's fine, she's at work, doing cardio things, y'know, um. I wanted to talk to you and ask you something." Jo bit her lip, still pacing up and down as she heard Liz on the other end of the line.

Liz raised an eyebrow as she listened to Jo stammer and fall over her words, almost guessing what was happening when Jo said she had something to ask.

"So, Y/n... um, she's amazing and I love her and I was wondering, I was wondering if-"

"Yes, Jo. You can have my blessing. Just try not to ramble when you actually propose to Baby Shep, okay?" Liz chuckled, hearing Jo gasp.

"How did you know I was asking for your blessing?"

"You wanted to ask me something, and you kept mentioning how you love Baby Shep, and how she's amazing, and that narrowed it down. Good luck, Jo. Oh, I better be invited to whatever you two do, wedding or run away to elope... I know the rest of the family would have a heart attack if you went with the second option though." Liz chuckled before hanging up the phone, leaving Jo to stand, flabbergasted at what just happened.

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A yelp left Jo's mouth as you pulled her onto an on-call room, locking the door as Jo was pressed up against it.

"Aw, baby, did you miss me?" Jo smiled, teasing you as you hugged her tightly.

"Yes, now, shush, less talking, more kissing." You replied, moving your hands to Jo's waist as she got the hint and kissed you.

An audible gasp was heard as you began to remove your scrubs, smirking as Jo admired the lingerie you were wearing.

"Dammit!" Jo whined as her pager went off, followed by yours as you were both paged to the pit.

A whimper left Jo's lips as you tugged your scrubs back on, pecking her lips quickly before you smiled, "to be continued," hurrying out of the door to get down to the pit.

///

Pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, she withheld a sigh as she watched you run an EKG on a patient.

"Wilson, one request. Next time you try page my baby sister to an on-call room, please page my baby sister, and not me. Because I do not need to see more of you than I did when I walked in on you and my baby sister on the couch at her apartment." Amelia requested as she showed Jo her page from earlier.

"Oh crap... I guess it's a good job Y/n paged me to another on-call room at the same time, because that would have been awkward..." Jo rambled, leaving Amelia's face to fall into a laughing grimace.

"I did not need to know that, Wilson."

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The back of your head hit the car roof with a thunk, a groan leaving your lips as Jo stopped what she was doing.

"Are you okay?" Jo looked up, noticing how your hand had gone from her shoulder to holding your head.

"I think the mood is officially ruined, can we continue this somewhere where I won't hit my head on the ceiling?" You asked, playfully swatting Jo as she smirked at what you said.

"Yeah, let's take this back to your apartment." She agreed, tugging her shirt back on and climbing into the front seats again.

"Do you know where my-"

"It's in my pocket, no worries." Jo replied, glancing in the rear view mirror as you tugged your shirt on.

///

"Wait, so why are we carpooling Maggie and Amelia instead of Meredith?" Jo enquired as you drove the car the next morning.

"Bailey got the flu, so Zola and Ellis got the flu, thus Meredith got the flu but Maggie and Amelia didn't. Mer usually does the carpool, but she's sick, so, Amelia called me whilst you were in the shower." You explained, tapping your fingers on the steering wheel as you pulled up to the house.

"Wait, that's why you didn't join me this morning?" Jo pouted, about to complain when the car door opened.

"Good morning!" Maggie smiled as she and Amelia climbed in the back.

"We are feverless and ready to go." Amelia announced, tugging her seatbelt on.

You were almost at the hospital when Maggie cleared her throat.

"Did someone lose a, a thong?" Maggie stuttered, holding up the object as Jo turned around to look, whilst you glanced in the rear view mirror, clenching your jaw as you avoided seeing Amelia's face.

"I'll just, take that..." Jo hesitated, grabbing the item whilst avoiding looking at Maggie and Amelia's faces.

She cleared her throat awkwardly as you stared directly ahead, dead inside.

"Well, have a good day!" The four of you got out of the car, you and Jo avoiding looking at Amelia and Maggie by speed-walking into the ED.

"Did that just happen?" Maggie voiced, shock on her face as Amelia stared at the ground.

"Oh, yes it did, just like how Wilson did a poor job at hiding all the hickeys..." Amelia replied, looking up as Maggie gawped.

"Oh my god. Your sister had them on her too."

"I really did not need to know that!" Amelia admitted, shivering slightly in disgust.

///

You'd spent most of shift avoiding looking at Maggie or Amelia, only talking to them when you were on a case together. Jo chewed her lip as she realised how awkward it was, only letting out a breath when you flopped next to her on the couch.

"You okay?" Jo whispered, reaching to stroke your cheek.

"Tired. Might just sleep through our day-off tomorrow." You admitted, yawning slightly as Jo chuckled.

"We really didn't do much sleeping last night, did we?" She teased, getting lightly whacked on the leg by you in response.

///

"Can't sleep?" You whispered, rolling over to face Jo as you realised she was staring up at the ceiling.

"Can I hold you?" Jo whispered back, rolling over onto her side so she could be the big spoon.

"Yeah..." You whispered, rolling over onto your side as Jo's fingers ran patterns into your exposed skin.

You were drifting into the embrace of sleep, and your girlfriend, when she spoke.

"Marry me?" Jo's voice was so quiet, you barely comprehended the words, turning your head to look at her in the darkness, shadows dancing around the room thanks to the mood lighting.

"What? What did you say?" You whispered, confusion laced in your tone as your heart raced.

Jo bit her lip before bringing a hand up to your cheek, her thumb running up and down your cheekbone before she realised you were smiling.

"Will you marry me?" Jo whispered, gasping slightly as you took her hand and kissed her palm, smiling before you shifted forwards to pull Jo into a kiss.

You'd never been more glad of the glow of the salt lamp and fairy lights in the room, or you wouldn't have been able to see what you were doing.

"Is that a yes-" Jo broke away from the kiss to ask, getting cut off as you kissed her nose.

"Yeah. It's a hell yes. I wanna marry you, Josephine Brooke Wilson." You replied, resting your head against the pillow as a bright smile broke across Jo's face.

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pagingevilspawn · 3 years ago

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how's your heart after breaking mine?

ts x jolex week 21

day one: fearless - mr. perfectly fine (taylor's verion) (from the vault)

wc: 2.5k

pairing: Jo Wilson/Alex Karev. Alex Karev/Izzie Steven (mentioned)

summary: years after they last saw each other, jo and alex reunite at a conference, and while she is still struggling from her heartache, he seems to be mr. perfectly fine.

rating: general audiences

category: angst.

warnings: angst, no happy ending, alcohol consumption.

A/N: guess who finished this just now? me. that's who. I was actually working on this one long before the announcement for this event came out, but it gave me the motivation to continue this! Alex is unintentionally an ass in this and for that, i’m sorry. Anyways… hope you enjoy! (first part's pretty crappy, but after that it gets better.)

(this was also proofread, like...once, so of there are a plethora of errors i apologize)

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The absolute last thing Jo wanted right now was to attend a medical conference in Salt Lake City, Utah. There were multiple reasons why she should’ve said no. One; she had just started her second year of her OB GYN residency a few weeks prior, and there were a very limited number of lectures on her new line of study where she was headed. Two; she now held an absolute hatred for the Seattle Tacoma International Airport, since it was the place where her ex-husband stood before her, placed a soft kiss on her lips and promised to see her in a couple of weeks, lying to her face about seeing his mother in Iowa, when in reality he was going to see his ex-wife and kids, never really planning on returning home.

It was ironic really; how not even two years ago, she was standing in front of gate 48, saying goodbye to him, and now she stood in the same spot, in front of the exact same gate, with him nowhere near her side as she glared up at the same exact entrance she last saw him at.

(She also now hated the number forty-eight)

But, since Meredith had been hounding her non-stop about attending this event, she gave in. Because how was she supposed to say no to the woman who had barely survived the pandemic? Along with a plethora of other things she was too lazy to memorize. (The answer was that she couldn’t. She felt guilty for leaving Meredith behind for OB, so she now did whatever her former mentor wanted, even if more than two years had passed) If Meredith Grey asked for something, Meredith Grey got it. She was turning back into the intern who cried fake tears and would do anything to earn her approval, and Jo was not a fan.

“It’ll be good for you Wilson. You need to leave that loft of your’s and go somewhere Wilson, blah blah blah,” she mutters to herself as she shows the attendant her ticket, not even bothering to return the smile, settling on brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear instead. The messy bun on the top of her head bounced in place, and she felt like a college student after a night of studying, but rather than books tucked under her arm it was a neck pillow and a carry-on.

She shuffles into her seat, thankful that it was an aisle one before letting her eyes shut, trying to catch a wink of sleep in an attempt to make up for the less than few hours she had gotten the night before. It proves to be unsuccessful, because the businessman sitting next to her ate his chips so loud she had to restrain herself from coiling into herself every time a chip crunched beneath his teeth, and the toddler behind her continuously managed to kick her seat, no matter how many times his mother told him to stop.

After three hours of loud chewing, seat kicking, and crying babies, she lands in Salt Lake, taking in a deep breath when she finally escapes the crowded airport and is met with humid air. She picks up her rental car, and arrives at her hotel not long after, immediately tossing her bags into the corner and sprawling onto the bed. Eventually, she moves to unpack her clothes and other necessities, casting a glance at the clock which read 10:37.

Taking a look around the room, she decided that nothing more needs to be done; all of her makeup is laid out for the morning, and what she chose to wear is already hanging up in the closet, freshly ironed and wrinkle-free. She yawns, crawling under the covers and flicking off the light, sleep coming easily.

When she wakes up the next morning to her alarm clock going off, she’s freshly rested and in a better mood than she normally was when she had to wake up before nine. The early morning sun beats down onto her face, and she knows that if she wanted to get to the first lecture on time, she needed to start getting ready sooner rather than later.

With a sigh, she begrudgingly gets out of bed, hopping in a quick shower and changing into her clothes. She adds some soft waves to her hair, in the hopes that it made her look more put together than she felt. It didn’t seem that just because she got hours of sleep made up for the fact that she would rather be curled up in the soft sheets of her bed at home than the stiff ones the hotel provided.

It doesn’t take long until she’s arrived in the lobby, where doctors all around her were dressed in firmly pressed suits and skirts. Tables advertising different events throughout the day were lined up and down the hallways, fellow surgeons and mentees passing out little pamphlets with information about their courses littering the pages.

Jo passes by a few stands displaying lectures on the OBGYN field, mentally making a list of the ones she would like to attend.

A quick glance to her watch tells her that the first item on her list was starting soon, and with that she dumps the now-empty coffee cup she had ordered a few minutes prior as a pick-me-up, and shuffles into the seat of the auditorium, the chairs around her filling up quicker than she expects.

It’s only a few minutes later Dr. Maria Cavanaugh steps out onto the stage, silencing the crowd after a round of applause. Jo leans back into her seat, feeling grateful that Meredith had pushed her to go to this conference.

If her whole weekend is spent listening to experts talk and teach about her new specialty, she thinks she’s going to enjoy it.

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It’s hours and a multitude of lectures later when she exits another grand room, fellow surgeons beside her chatting about the new information they’d acquired. She feels a small smile grace her lips as she realizes that the excited squeals could only come from the med school students that had been invited from the nearby college.

She pulls out her phone, seeing a text from Link and Meredith, both along the lines of that they hoped she arrived safely and that she enjoyed her time away from home. She responds, pocketing her phone and making her way to the hotel bar, settling into one of the few empty seats and ordering a whiskey sour, thanking the bartender when it's placed in front of her not even a minute later.

She sips the drink slowly, feeling some leftover tenseness from sitting all day leave her body as the alcohol starts to flow through her veins. She was far from drunk, but even saying tipsy felt like too much of a stretch.

Pleasantly buzzed, she decides on, taking another sip of her drink, making a brief second of eye contact with a man on the other end of the bar. He raises her glass with a slight nod of his head, and she does the same. She’s tempted to continue; take use of the way the man’s making subtle glances to the seat next to him when her ears pick up another conversion from a few feet away, freezing her in place, glass nearly dropping to the floor.

“Do you want anything?”

“Just a water’s fine. I’m gonna go talk to Dr. Conwell about some of the research her and her team were talking about.”

She turns in her seat, against her better judgment. She watches as he kisses her cheek before leaning against the bar’s counter a few feet away.

She feels as if ice had just been dropped down her back —frozen in place, unable to move as she watches Alex drum his fingers on the dark wood, head nodding along to the soft tune playing through the speakers. He grabs his drinks from the bartender; two waters, one with ice and one without, about to walk towards the woman he was with earlier when he spots her.

“Jo?” he questions, blinking multiple times as if to see if it was really her, and not a trick of the light.

She wants to run when he makes his way over to her. She wants to run, and scream, and throw her drink in his face. But instead, she places a tight, thin smile on her lips and acts as if nothing was wrong.

“Alex, hi!” She turns to face him, her voice too high for her enthusiasm to be true, but if he knows it he doesn’t make any move to show it.

He runs a hand through his hair —it's longer than the last time she saw it, a bit of grey speckled in so lightly that it wouldn’t be noticeable to someone who wasn’t looking.”I uh, I didn't know you’d be here.”

She wants to roll her eyes, but refrains. “Well,” she spins her drink with the straw, watching as the ice cubes clink against the glass “The feeling’s mutual.”

“How are you?” He asks after a few beats of silence, and she wants nothing more than to yell at him that he couldn’t talk to her like this —like they were old friends who had lost contact after a while, and were due for a catch up. Because they weren’t old friends. They were so far from friends that someone could build a bridge with the amount of space they had between them.

“Fine,” she lies through her teeth, her heart nearly beating out of her chest in nervousness. She was worried that she was going to break down at any second, spew the words that she had said to Carly in anger at him if he looked at her any longer as if things were okay between them.

“You?” she questions, not interested in the answer, sipping her drink similarly to how she had the night of Bailey’s wedding, the unwelcome memory of the start of their relationship blossoming to the front of her mind.

He sips his water, “Good. I’ve been good.”

With his hand clasped around the glass she catches sight of the pristine, shiny gold ring that sits on his fourth finger, and she has to fight back the growing lump in her throat that threatens to escape.

“Congrats,” she says instead, eyebrows pinched together as she nods towards the ring, a tell that always told whether or not her words rang true.

He seems to have forgotten that, and takes her words as a compliment. He gives her a small smile, “Thanks.”

Jo wants to laugh, because this was so far from the Alex Karev she had known, the man in front of her unfamiliar and so, so different from the one she married years ago. The Alex she knew would’ve never ordered a water instead of a beer, or act as if everything was okay between them when it was so far from it.

He’d changed, and she couldn’t say that she liked it.

“How are the kids?” she asks, and she can tell that she’s surprised him. He looks taken aback for a moment, before smiling gently and reaching into his pocket for his phone. “They’re great,” he says, pulling up a photo of them, the twins smiling brightly into the camera.

“That was at their birthday party last week,” he explains, and she notices the large 7 balloons that are floating in the background.

“He looks like you,” she comments about the boy. He grins, and she wants nothing more than to slap him for not being able to see that she’s so obviously hurting, that her heart is breaking inside of her chest. That she selfishly wants him to say that he made a mistake, that he was in love with her, not Izzie. But her life wasn’t a trashy romance novel, and even if it was, Alex was never one to admit to his faults, his pride and ego too large to have it bruised in such a way.

She had always wondered what he had been up to after he had left. If he was okay. She’d imagined different futures for him, some including Izzie and the kids, some of them not. She’s even naively envisioned ones with her and the children they had always talked about having one day.

Somedays, when she was feeling worse for wear, she had wished that he was miserable —that he and Izzie weren’t together and as far as they went communication-wise was a phone call to see who had the kids that week; that he was as alone and bitter as she was.

But instead, here he was, Mr. Perfectly Fine. The man who had looked her in the eyes and told her he would never go away.

Here he was, Mr. Perfectly Fine. Married to the woman he had left her for, a shiny gold ring on his finger instead of neat, polished wood.

For the past two years she’d been picking up the pieces of herself that he had shattered and left behind, only just starting to put herself back together, and here he was, Mr. Perfectly Fine. While she was piecing together her shattered heart, he was picking up her, the woman he had left her for.

She had thought that he was different from the rest; different from everyone who had ever left her. But he wasn’t —the man she had thought was so different was so exactly the same as everyone else.

“I’m sorry, Jo.” he says, and she has the urge to laugh —laugh because he wasn’t sorry, she could tell. He was sorry that he left her and caused her pain, sure. But he wasn’t sorry that he had done it, that he had married Izzie again and lived with her and his kids on a farm in the middle of Kansas. He wasn’t sorry about that at all.

Mr. Insincere Apology so he didn’t look like the bad guy.

She acts as if she believes him, giving him another tight smile, and lies through her teeth once more. “It’s fine Alex. It’s in the past.”

Jo checks phone, making a face when she ‘realizes’ the time, eager to get out of there as soon as she could. “I need to go, early morning,” she fibs, and she internally rolls her eyes at how he believes her. While he seemed to have forgotten everything about her, she still remembers every detail about him.

“It was nice seeing you again Jo,” he’s playing with the sleeves of his jacket and his eyes meet hers, and for less than a second it’s almost enough to break her resolve.

Another tight smile graces her lips, and she begins to walk away when her body fights her mind and she finds herself leaning down, her lips against his ear.

“I’m glad it was worth it, Alex.”

Her voice is harsh and bitter, yet broken, and she doesn’t need to look at him to know that his face has fallen, and he’s realized that everything she’d told him that night was a lie. She turns and lets the tears fall silently, making her way back up to her room with a head full of thoughts about her ex-husband, about Alex Karev.

About Mr. Perfectly Fine.

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mymoonagedaydream · 4 years ago

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Part 8

Summary: Things had been going suspiciously well recently, some kind of indecent proposal was definitely long overdue

Pairing: College/Biker!Bucky x y/n

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Language

Author’s Note: Massive thank you to @shawnie--jo for helping me out with loads of inspo and for educating my goofy British ass in many American-y things. I’m so out of my depth but damn it I’m trying.

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A few weeks passed, the nights started drawing in and the air grew colder.

Nat reluctantly ferreted out the spare blankets for the living room, just so you wouldn’t end up spending a fortune on heating. She always dreaded the colder months, claiming she could happily live in a perpetual summer, but they were your favourites of the year. You’d take the warmth and cosiness of an open fire and a blanket over the sweltering heat of the sun any day.

You’d spent quite a bit of time with Bucky in the recent weeks, feeling your resistance begin to slip as you just enjoyed each other's company and slowly grew closer. It wasn’t saying much, cause for the last two years you’d only really hung out with Nat, but he was gradually becoming one of your closest friend.

A friend whose clothes you wanted to rip off more and more with every passing day, but you didn’t need to tell him that bit. Besides, he was still doing a good job of behaving himself, so you didn’t want to ruin his streak.

It was Sunday evening, the boys had been over having drinks for a couple hours and, inevitably, Steve announced that he’d decided to stay the night. So that meant Bucky getting a cab home on his own, again, but not before cross-examining you as he pulled on his coat.

‘You going home for thanksgiving?’

‘Nope.’ You gave him a dejected shrug. ‘Can't afford to.’

‘You’re not staying here on your own?’

‘Seems like it.’

He paused, studying you with narrowed eyes. You could almost see the rusty cogs inside his head laboriously scraping together. Eventually something seemed to spark, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled upwards.

‘Why don’t you come to mine?’

You burst out laughing, shaking your head. ‘I think you need to take your meds Barnes.’

‘You’d be more than welcome. Besides, my mom always makes enough food for a small army.’ Shit, he wasn’t joking? ‘I’m driving home Wednesday night, there’s room on the bike for two.’

You were stunned into silence for a second.

A proper, home-cooked meal did sound a lot better than whatever the fuck you had planned, and you had to admit that you were at least a little curious about Bucky’s backstory.

Your mind was made up pretty quickly, but you left him hanging for a few more seconds while pretending to be considering your options. Couldn’t come across too keen.

‘Alright, sure. Sounds nice.’

‘Great.’ A wide grin spread across his face as he turned to leave, but he stopped just short of the door and spun back round. ‘Oh, there is just one tiny extra detail.’

Here we go, there’s always a catch.

‘Go on.’

'You have to promise not to hit me.' A suspicious eyebrow shot halfway up your forehead. 'I might've maybe slightly told my mom that you're my girlfriend.'

You hit him.

'You fucking what?'

'C'mon, look, I'm really sorry it's just since I first told her about you she hasn't stopped asking for updates and...'

You tuned him out for a second, a little shell-shocked at the admission he’d just so casually glossed over there. He told his mom about you? And gave her updates? You couldn’t decide whether that was endearing or terrifying.

It didn’t really matter, you still rode that train of thought round and round until it derailed, causing numerous fatalities.

When you snapped back to reality, he was still talking, so you tuned back in.

'...then one day I called her up, and she was upset cause she'd had a really crappy day, so to cheer her up I just-'

'Lied?' He winced, nodding sheepishly. 'You really want me to spend the whole Thanksgiving holiday at your parents' house, pretending to be your girlfriend? That’s kind of insane, Buck.'

'I'll owe you. Big time.'

'No shit.'

'Please. It'll make her year. Maybe even her decade.'

‘Fine.’ He grinned, prompting you to let out an irritated huff. ‘But I'm not doing it for you. I’m doing it for a woman I’ve never met, but who sounds very nice.’

You were suddenly pulled into a bear-hug. ‘She is.’

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Bucky’s motorbike had fuck-all storage, so you were required to somehow fit everything you needed for four nights away into your backpack.

As if that wasn’t bad enough, you’d completely failed to take into account that long journeys on a bike might require different clothing than the quick trips you’d taken thus far, so after an hour on that thing you were left freezing, aching and a little chafed.

When he finally pulled up, Bucky had to pretty much lift you off and walk you up the house.

Before he’d had a chance to press the bell, his mom flung open the door and greeted him with a warm, homely smile. Less than a second after her gaze landed on you, you were locked in a tight embrace, being excitedly swayed from side to side.

‘I’m so glad to have you here honey.’

‘Glad to be here.’ Your words were muffled against her shoulder, but she seemed to get the general spirit of your response.

You were ushered in and your bag was thrown towards a tall, slim man you assumed to be Bucky’s dad. You would have introduced yourself and attempted to confirm his identity, but you were quickly pulled through to the living room.

After being in the house for less than a minute, you found yourself baking in front of an open fire, with Bucky’s arm wrapped around you and something warm and alcoholic in your hand.

You definitely made the right choice coming here.

Mother Barnes excitedly scurried over and sat herself down opposite you.

‘You must excuse my eagerness, it’s just been so long since James brought a girlfriend home.’

‘Ah, I’m sure that James was just searching for the right person.’ You brought your cup to your lips and mumbled under your breath. ‘Thoroughly.’

He laughed like he had a gun to his head and squeezed your shoulders hard, you’d never seen him so flustered. He was sweating.

‘I hear you take one of James’ classes too? Must’ve been a bit of a surprise when he walked in.’

Oof, Vietnam flashbacks.

‘Yep, it was definitely a bombshell.’ Bucky shot you a look. ‘Good bombshell. Great... bombshell.’

It took a little while, but you eventually managed to settle into character and stop giving Bucky mini heart-attacks whenever you opened your mouth.

The two of you chatted with his parents pretty late into the evening. His mom asked a lot of questions, but the way she phrased them gave you the impression that she already knew a great deal about you. You made a mental note to probe Bucky further about those updates he’d mentioned.

By 11pm you were all talked out, beyond tipsy and really struggling to keep your eyes open.

‘Oh honey, you look absolutely exhausted.’ Mrs Barnes placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, you just nodded and gave her a polite smile. ‘Head on upstairs, I’ve made up James’ bed for you two.’

That woke you the fuck up.

Your eyes widened and your head snapped towards Bucky. All you got in return was a satisfied smirk as he stood up and took you by the arm, leading you upstairs. You pulled yourself out of his grip as soon as his bedroom door closed behind you.

‘I don’t know what you’re so pleased about sunshine, you’re sleeping on the floor.’

‘No way, this is my childhood bed.’

You squared your shoulders and conjured up your best douchebag impression. ‘I’ll owe you. Big time.’

‘I need to find a girlfriend with worse short term memory.’

‘You need to find a girlfriend full stop.’

He huffed and yanked a blanket off the bed, collapsing in a heap on the floor like a toddler having a tantrum. You got changed in the bathroom before settling into bed, stretching yourself out and making a series of cosy murmurs just to try and tick him off a little.

‘I think my mom likes you.’

Scooching to the edge of the bed, you peered down at him. ‘Don’t sound so surprised.’

‘I’m not. I’m just pleased, is all.’

He folded his hands behind his head and gave you a beaming grin. You flopped onto your back, smiling to yourself and settling your head into the pillow.

That would’ve been such a lovely final note to the day, but he just couldn’t keep his fucking trap shut.

‘Wow, this floor is really, really uncomfortable.’

‘Suck it up, mommy’s boy.’

---

You woke up to the incredible smell of frying bacon, mixed with the freshly laundered sheets on Bucky’s bed.

Poking your head over the side, you saw him lying on his stomach with his cheek squished against the hardwood, open-mouthed snoring. Seeing that made you feel a little guilty, cause it did look crazy uncomfortable, but he definitely deserved it for dragging you into this holiday sitcom.

You stuck your foot out from underneath the covers and started tapping it against his forehead, trying to smother your giggles. His eyes slowly opened, glaring up at your toes in sleepy confusion.

You couldn’t believe how quickly he sprung into action, but a second later he had both his hands wrapped around your ankle and his feet braced against the bed frame, trying to yank you onto the floor while you desperately clung on to the mattress.

He quickly conceded when your other foot swung dangerously close to his crotch. Easy win.

The two of you got dressed and bounded downstairs, brimming with excitement for what his mom had in store. Turns out Bucky was not lying about her overcooking, it was only 9am and food was already piled up on every surface in the house.

It was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen.

After an immense breakfast and a few hours of lounging in front of the TV, Bucky’s sister arrived with her husband in tow. You got the impression that she knew what he’d been up to these last few years a little better than Mama Barnes did, because her expression when you were introduced as his girlfriend was absolutely priceless.

Other than that she was just as lovely as the rest of his family, treating you like you belonged there just as much as anyone else did.

The only person who seemed a little on edge was Bucky, you could tell he was struggling to juggle the new overly-doting-boyfriend persona he’d adopted with his usual smartass self. He was obviously just trying to emphasise how happy your fake relationship was in order to please his mom, but at this rate he was setting himself up to go back to college more stressed than when he left.

Why did you feel sorry for him? This whole bloody thing was his idea.

Dinner was incredible, and somehow you managed to keep snacking all throughout the afternoon, so by the time it got to late evening you were borderline comatose. You made sure Bucky’s mom was in earshot before sweetly asking him to carry you up the stairs.

You whispered into his neck. ‘Struggling to keep up with the lies?’

‘It’s only one lie. Just happens to be a pretty big one.’

He let you down as soon as he got through the door and sprawled himself out on the floor, audibly sighing and rubbing his hands over his face.

It was such a pitiful sight, you couldn’t help throwing him a bone.

You stood over him and reluctantly held your hand out. ‘Alright, I give up.’

‘What?’

‘We can share the bed.’ His eyes lit up. ‘But so help me god if a single hair crawls over to my side you’re getting a swift jab in the balls.’

‘Is that a threat or a promise?’

‘You want me to change my mind?

‘Nope.’ He grabbed your hand and hoisted himself onto his feet, beaming as he jumped into bed like an excited kid. ‘I’ll be on my best behaviour.’

That didn’t instil a great deal of confidence in you, Bucky’s behavioural scale was at least a little skewed.

‘Lord give me strength.’

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best thing that’s ever been mine

DAY 2: SPEAK NOW - MINE

(is this fic two days late? yes. and what about it?)

Do you remember, we were sittin', there by the water?

You put your arm around me for the first time

You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter

You are the best thing, that's ever been mine

hi everyone! I’ve been working on this fic for months and it has a very special place in my heart. it is a complete AU and I hope you enjoy it!!

Shoutout to @doc-pickles for being my sounding board for this fic (and many others). This ones for you!

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You were in college, working part-time, waiting tables

Left a small town, never looked back

I was a flight risk, with a fear of fallin'

Wondering why we bother with love, if it never lasts

+ + +

She walked into the diner soaked to the bone from the downpour that seemed to come out of nowhere. Shivering, Jo made her way over to her typical booth near the windows (and the space heater) and attempted to warm up. She'd been staring out the window at the busy street when she noticed a young man standing in front of her.

"You're new around here," Jo's eyebrows raised. She observed the man for a second, taking in his appearance. He had brown hair and brown eyes that seemed to be rimmed in green. He was handsome and that crooked half-smile on his face signaled to her that he knew it. "Marion and Hector hired someone new? They hardly ever do that."

The man let out an awkward chuckle, "I just moved here from a small town in lowa for school. Trying to pay my way through medical school. Guess they must've liked me."

"I guess so," Jo nodded. "Sorry, I'm here all the time so I know pretty much everyone that works here. I was surprised to see someone new."

"Well, I’m Alex," his smile grew slightly. "Since you're a regular, I guess you already know what you're having. So what can I get you?"

"Surprise me," Jo's eyes shined expectantly.

The waiter - Alex - let out a laugh, "Give me a few minutes."

About fifteen minutes later, Alex came back with a plate and drink. He placed it in front of Jo, "Here you go. A bacon double cheeseburger, no pickles, no onions, extra cheese with a large side of seasoned fries and a medium coke. You're tiny, but I have the feeling that you can eat. And as much as you may try to eat healthy, you're not a salad girl and would prefer to work out than eat grass. Am I right?"

Jo raised her eyebrows in amusement, "Surprisingly, yes. Except for the drink. I would've ordered a large coke and gotten up to pee three times because I’ve got a bladder the size of a walnut."

"I will remember that for next time," Alex smirked. "So, regular… you got a name?"

"Jo Wilson."

"Nice. I like chicks with boy's names."

+ + +

I say, "Can you believe it?"

As we're lyin' on the couch

The moment, I can see it

Yes, yes, I can see it now

+ + +

The last thing Jo would've expected was that she'd become friends with Alex, the cute waiter from Marion and Hector's diner. But after many conversations shared in the diner during all hours of the day and upon discovering that they would both be attending Harvard Medical School in the fall, Jo and Alex bonded rather quickly. It helped that they each had plenty of shared life experience as a result of growing up in the system.

Jo had never really met anyone with her kind of background that was also looking towards a future in medicine. It was encouraging and validating knowing that she wouldn’t be alone in her struggle. Once the school year began and things got real, Jo and Alex found themselves spending increasing amounts of time together, studying and stressing over the copious amounts of material they'd need to memorize and understand.

"This sucks," Alex huffed in annoyance, tossing his notecards onto the coffee table. "I hate pharmacology."

"I know, me too. But we need to learn this if we want to make sure we don't prescribe the wrong medication to a patient," Jo took a seat on the couch beside him and handed Alex the bowl of popcorn in her hands. "Can you believe our first year is almost over?"

Alex stuffed his face with some popcorn, “It feels like just yesterday I met you at the diner.”

“I know,” Jo chuckled. "I'm happy we're friends."

"Me too," Alex smiled, content to just sit near Jo.

Both of them wanted more, but neither one of them was quite ready to admit that yet. There had been something brewing between the two of them since their first meeting.

"When we're hotshot doctors one day, we'll still be in each other’s lives, right?" Jo asked quietly.

"Of course we are," Alex grinned. "We can apply to the same hospitals and in the same cities for residency and fellowship. And even after, when we are badass attendings, we can open a practice together. I won't leave your side unless you ask me to. You're stuck with me, Wilson."

+ + +

Do you remember, we were sittin', there by the water?

You put your arm around me for the first time

You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter

You are the best thing, that's ever been mine

+ + +

"Come on, we're gonna miss it!" Jo shouted as she neared the dock. Her silhouette was illuminated by the moonlight as she deposited the blanket onto the ground and Iied down to stare at the night sky. "This should be the perfect spot to watch the meteor shower. It's far away enough from the city to see the sky but close enough that an ambulance can get to us quickly enough if anything were to happen."

"I'm coming," Alex grumbled as he carried the cooler over to where Jo was lying on the ground. "Jeez, what did you put in this thing?"

"Just the essentials," Jo reached over and opened the cooler, pulling out a beer and revealing the contents of the cooler.

"Are those stolen medical supplies?" Alex looked inside.

"Maybe?" Jo shrugged and opened the bottle. "We're gonna be out here all night so I wanted to be prepared."

"You're insane," Alex chuckled and opened his own drink.

"It's part of my charm," Jo winked at him and lifted her drink. "Look, I know all of this might seem pretty crazy, but I just wanted to do something special. This has probably been the best summer of my life.” She grew quiet for a moment. “I’ve never had a friend like you. A person. My person. Most summers I was struggling to make ends meet or find somewhere to live while everyone else went home and visited their families and went on these lavish vacations. I never really had anybody and now I have you. It’s nice. Having someone… Anyway, I just want to say thank you. For making last year and this summer a little less lonely. That’s why we’re here tonight, waiting for a meteor shower on our last Friday off before second year starts. So, cheers to a great year.”

“To a great year,” Alex lifted his beer and clinked it against hers. He stared at her for a moment, silently taking in the words she’d said. He knew expressing her feelings was no easy feat. Jo had always had a complicated relationship with feelings—both of them had. But she’d made an effort to express her emotions and that was more than enough to blow his mind. Alex was brought out of his thoughts when he heard Jo’s voice again.

“Look! It’s starting,” Jo gasped and pointed up and the night sky.

Maybe it was the meteor shower. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was the speech. Maybe it was Jo’s bright smile. But Alex couldn’t help himself this time. He reached out for Jo’s hand and pulled her close to his body, wrapping his arm around her. Jo looked up at him with shining eyes and relaxed, resting her head on his chest.

They laid like that for what seemed like hours, observing the night sky and reveling in the warm summer air. After some time, Jo lifted her head to look Alex in the eye. She opened her mouth to speak but only a squeak came out, causing Alex to laugh.

“Sorry—I… I didn’t mean to laugh,” Alex cleared his throat as Jo looked at him unamused. “What did you want to say?”

“Nothing. It was stupid,” Jo shook her head.

“No it’s okay, just say it,” Alex rubbed his hand on her back comfortingly. He watched as Jo shook her head again, attempting to hide her face from his view. “Hey, look at me. Jo it’s me. You can say anything.”

“I can’t say this thing,” Jo bit her lip nervously.

Alex sighed, “Okay. How about I say it? Because I'm pretty sure I know what you’re thinking right now.”

“I highly doubt that but be my guest,” Jo scoffed.

And with his arms holding her tightly he finally said the words, “I love you.”

+ + +

Flash forward, and we're takin' on the world together

And there's a drawer of my things at your place

You learn my secrets and you figure out why I'm guarded

You say we'll never make my parents' mistakes

+ + +

“Have you seen my light blue sneakers?” Jo shouted from the other side of the apartment. “I can’t remember if I left them here or not last time I spent the night.”

“I haven’t seen them. Maybe you left them in your car?” Alex walked over to Jo and gave her a kiss of the cheek. “You look hot in scrubs.”

“So do you, Mr. third year med student,” Jo allowed her eyes to run up and down Alex’s frame. “Today’s our first day of clerkships and I’m going to have to keep my eyes glued to you as soon as we get to the hospital because I don’t need any cute nurses trying to steal you away.”

“You act as if you have competition,” Alex leaned forward to steal a kiss. “I don’t want anyone else, especially after last night.”

“There’s so much more where that came from,” Jo wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. “I know we’ve been together for a year but I still can’t get enough of you.”

“The feeling is mutual,” Alex chuckled. “You know I got you something. Call it an anniversary present. I was gonna show it to you last night, but we were a bit busy… celebrating.”

“You didn’t have to get me anything,” Jo cupped his cheek on her hand. “I just need you.”

“Hey, a one year anniversary is a big deal. Besides, this is something I’ve been thinking about for a while now,” Alex’s face relaxed and loving. “Come on, it’s in the bedroom.”

They walked into the bedroom and Alex stood in front of the closed closet doors, prompting Jo’s forehead to wrinkle in confusion. Alex cleared his throat, “Okay. What you see here might freak you out a bit, but it’s something I’ve been wanting to do for a long time. So, I’m just gonna show you.”

Alex opened the closet doors to reveal that it was half empty. The left side was free of clothing except for one shirt hanging up that Jo recognized as one that she thought she’d misplaced a few weeks ago.

Jo looked at Alex in question, “You found my shirt and cleaned out your closet? That’s the surprise? What happened to your other clothes?”

“No that’s not—you’re not understanding,” Alex let out a chuckle. “It’s okay, though. You’re new to all this. So am I, if I’m being honest.”

“Alex, you aren’t making any sense.”

“I'm making space for you,” Alex stated. “I’m making space for you in my home, in my life. I got rid of a bunch of crap that I don’t need or never used and I made space. Because I don’t want you to just have a drawer full of random things at my place. I want this to be our place. So I guess what I’m asking is, move in with me. Please. I wanna go to sleep next to you and wake up next to you every day. I love you, Jo. I want to do everything with you.”

Jo stood in front of Alex, stunned. She’d be lying if she said she hadn’t thought about what it would be like to live with Alex. All her life, she’d just found a place to live. She never had a home. As long as there was a roof over her head and a somewhat comfortable space to sleep in, she would make due. It was all she needed. After Alex, she found the home she’d been searching for all along.

“Jo?”

“Yes,” Jo breathed without hesitation. A couple tears collected in her eyes. “Yes.”

Alex’s face broke out into a huge grin, “Really? You’ll move in?”

“Yeah,” Jo laughed happily. “I’d love to live with you.”

“Okay,” Alex nodded his head and motioned to the room. “I’ve still got to move some stuff around but we can have it done by the end of this week.”

“I don’t have much. I don’t need a lot of space,” Jo shrugged.

“I’m gonna change that,” Alex took both his hands in her own. “No more having only the bare minimum necessary to survive. And I mean that for both of us. I wanna build a life with you.”

“I love you,” Jo leaned up to kiss him briefly. “So much.”

“Me too,” Alex’s face was content. “As much as I’d like to just stand here with you, we’ve got to go or we’ll be late.”

“Let’s go,” Jo smiled. “I can’t wait to rub it into all the girls’ faces that I’m moving in with my super hot boyfriend and they should be jealous.”

+ + +

And we got bills to pay

We got nothin' figured out

When it was hard to take

Yes, yes

This is what I thought about

+ + +

“Dammit Alex, why can you just listen to me for once?” Jo yelled across the kitchen counter. “If you would’ve listened to me in the first place none of this would be happening.”

“Will you just stop it already?” Alex shouted back angrily. “Just shut up! I’m sick and tired of hearing you go on and on about the same damn thing. Yes, I know I let the ball drop on this one. You don’t have to bring it up every two seconds! Stop talking!”

Jo grew quiet at the tone of his voice. She swallowed back a response and took a cautious step back. She looked almost afraid to push him further.

Alex noticed her behavior and immediately felt regret over his words, “Jo. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that. I’m just… I’m frustrated.”

“Mmhm,” Jo pursed her lips, but didn’t move from her stop.

Alex took a step forward to close the distance only to have Jo take another step back. That’s when it hit him. Paul. He just yelled at her like Paul used to.

Alex learned about Paul Stadler’s existence not too long after Jo moved in with him. They’d gotten home from a day in the ER where a young woman came in with domestic violence injuries. Jo had been incredibly affected by the woman’s case and Alex couldn’t figure out why. That night on the couch, Jo opened up about quite possibly the most difficult experience of her life. She talked about her ex.

Paul Stadler was an old boyfriend of Jo’s who spent the first few years of their friendship grooming her to be his victim. He was a professor during her undergrad years at Princeton and especially liked to prey on isolated, young women with emotional trauma. He fixated his attention on Jo and reeled her in, making her the subject of his abuse for the last seven months of her senior year at Princeton. As soon as graduation was over, Jo—formally known as Brooke Howard—ran away, changed her name, and fled to a small town outside of Boston where she hid for a few weeks before deeming it safe to find a place in the city. It was in that year that she remade herself and applied to various medical schools under her new name before finally getting into Harvard against all odds.

Alex hadn’t always known about her history. It was something she shared with him when he found the paperwork from her name change in the process of moving her into his—now their—apartment. That’s when she sat down and told him all the missing pieces of her story. She told him about how Paul would beat her and scream at her when she failed to meet his expectations. She told him about her pregnancy and the abortion she had after Paul confiscated her birth control and coerced her into his bed. She told him about how she had been terrified but hopeful that a baby would change things for the better, only to have those expectations ripped violently away once Paul threw her against the wall for showing up at his office uninvited.

“Jo. Baby, look at me. I’m sorry. I’m not going to hurt you. I swear,” Alex looked at Jo and waited for her eyes to meet his. He reached his hand out as an invitation for her to hold it. “I love you. I’m sorry I yelled like that. I didn’t mean to frighten you or trigger you in any way.”

Jo's visibly relaxed and took Alex’s hand in her own, “I know. I’m sorry I… reacted like that, too. It’s just… I finally have something that I’m scared to lose.”

“No, you’re right,” Alex shook his head. “I told you I was going to handle this month’s rent while you figured things out with your job at the library and I didn’t do it. I left it till the last minute and I’m short $200. That's not your fault. You warned me multiple times to set aside the money for rent before paying everything else and buying those basketball tickets. I’m gonna figure it out. Don’t worry.”

Alex left the apartment in a rush, leaving Jo standing in the entryway confused. Alex was halfway to his destination when he realized that he probably should have explained to Jo what his thought process was. He had half a mind to turn back around, but then again he wasn’t all that keen on admitting what he was on his way to do. It was a major hit to his pride to even walk to the one person he knew could help them. But it wasn’t about him or his pride. It was about his life with Jo and about fixing this.

Alex knocked on the door and waited for the person inside to respond.

“Hey man, come on in.”

“Thanks,” Alex walked inside and looked around.

He had been to Jackson Avery’s apartment before. Jackson was actually one of Alex’s best friends since he started medical school. They got paired together for anatomy lab the first week of classes and had been inseparable ever since. To top it all off, Jackson was an Avery. He was from one of the most prestigious families in medicine and was sitting on a lump sum of cash. In the three years that they had been friends, Jackson had always made it clear that if Alex ever needed anything at all, to not hesitate to ask.

“What’s up?” Jackson asked as he handed Alex a beer and sat across from him on the couch.

“You know I wouldn’t do this if I weren’t desperate. I hate asking for favors and you’re my friend so don’t feel obligated to say yes, but I need help,” Alex started.

“Whatever you need, man. You know that,” Jackson leaned forward to wait for Alex to make his request.

“I messed up this month with the rent. Jo’s hours at the library got switched and they don’t work with our clerkship schedules, so I had to take over all the bills this time around. I told her not to worry, that I’d handle it, but I’m $200 short,” Alex put his head in his hands. “Do you think you could lend me the money? I swear I’ll pay you back as soon as my next paycheck from the diner comes in.”

“Whoa, Karev. Slow down,” Jackson reached into his wallet and pulled out two crisp hundred dollar bills. “Here. It’s no big deal. And I’m not lending you $200. I’m giving it to you.”

“I can’t… I can’t accept that,” Alex shook his head. “I don’t like owing people.”

“You won’t be owing me anything,” Jackson held the money out. “We’re friends, Alex. You’ve got my back, I’ve got yours. You and Jo helped me when I was struggling in that class last year. You took time out of your own studying and time that the two of you could’ve been spending together to help me. You’re the reason I passed. Take the cash. Just think of it as a favor.”

“Thank you,” Alex sighed and took the money in his hands. “I just… I feel so pathetic. What guy can’t provide for his girlfriend for one month while she’s struggling to figure things out financially? Thank God we each got a full ride in college so we don’t have to worry about student loans until we graduate med school. I just feel useless.”

“You’re anything but useless,” Jackson took a swig of his beer. “You underestimated how much money you’d need to save. So what? It’s okay. It happens. Even to me. You learned from it and now you can move on. You’re gonna pay the rent on time and everything's gonna be fine. Don’t let this become a thing. Don’t let it come between you and Jo.”

“I just feel like I’m letting her down,” Alex admitted quietly.

“Jo didn’t grow up with much. Yeah, stuff is nice, but I know at the end of the day all she really wants or needs is you,” Jackson smiled. “Besides, even if you somehow got so behind that they evicted you, I’ve got a guest bedroom that I’d be happy to let you and Jo stay in for however long you needed to. Maybe I'll finally get a chance to steal her flashcards that she refuses to share.”

Alex smirked, “Good luck with that. She won’t even let me see them.”

“Eh it’s worth a shot,” Jackson chuckled. “Okay, finish your beer and then go pay your bills.”

+ + +

Do you remember all the city lights on the water?

You saw me start to believe, for the first time

You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter

You are the best thing, that's ever been mine

+ + +

“Come on, follow me. I wanna show you something,” Alex smiled as he led Jo up the dock.

“Where are we going?” Jo asked for what seemed to be the hundredth time. “We start our first day of internship tomorrow. I don’t want to be late.”

“We won’t be late,” Alex continued pulling her in the direction he was headed to. “I want to do something special before we get busy and don’t have time to be us.”

Jo’s eyes softened, “Okay. Lead the way.”

Alex grinned as they neared a ferry boat, “I got us tickets for a ferry boat tour of the city. I thought it would be a nice way of celebrating that tomorrow we finally become the doctors we always dreamed we’d be as kids. It’s been hard getting here, but we made it. We made it, Jo and I know that I can make it through this year and the rest of my life as long as I’ve got you by my side.”

Jo looked at Alex with love in her eyes, “You’re incredible.”

“That’s all you, princess,” Alex put his arm around her shoulder as they boarded the ferry and took a seat.

The majority of the ride was done in silence. They marveled at the city lights bouncing off the water as the sky grew dimmer as the night went on. Jo snuggled up against Alex, thinking about how the time had flown by. She first met Alex about four years ago in a diner and now here she was in Seattle sitting next to the love of her life on a ferry the night before their first day of internship. It was a surreal moment and yet, Jo found herself actually believing that she had found a love that would last for the first time in her life.

“I love you,” Jo snuggled into Alex’s side.

“I love you more.”

“I can’t believe this is real,” Jo said later that night as they were climbing into bed. “I keep expecting someone to pinch me and wake me up from this dream I’m having.”

“It’s real,” Alex pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“I hope we get assigned the same resident. I want to be near you so that none of the female doctors or nurses trying anything stupid,” Jo snuggled in close to Alex.

“Is this jealousy I hear?” Alex’s face turned up into a smirk.

“Pfft, me, jealous?” Jo scoffed. “Please. I’m not jealous. I'm just… protective over what’s mine.”

“Oh so I’m yours now?” Alex grinned, amused.

“Yup,” Jo leaned up to kiss him deeply, allowing her hands to travel down his chest and stomach to the waistband of his boxers. “You are all mine.”

Alex groaned, “I’m fine with that.”

+ + +

And I remember that fight, two-thirty am

'Cause everything was slipping right out of our hands

I ran out, crying, and you followed me out into the street

Braced myself for the goodbye,

'Cause that's all I've ever known

Then, you took me by surprise

You said, "I'll never leave you alone"

+ + +

Their intern year went by rather quickly, considering all of the insanity they’d lived through. From train crashes, bombs in the hospital, cutting L-VAD wires, proms, Meredith almost drowning, ferry boat crashes, and various break ups and make ups, it was safe to say that Alex and Jo had the most interesting intern class ever. When Jo thought back to everything they had lived through in the past year, she found herself increasingly grateful that she had someone that she could come home to every night. Being a doctor had reminded her just how short life could be and that things could change at any moment.

Their second year of residency was getting off to a similarly interesting start with the arrival of a new class of interns that would be under their supervision. Jo found herself increasingly frustrated with the young doctors under her care. She was so consumed by her work that Jo realized that it had been weeks since she and Alex spent time together that wasn’t as they got ready for bed at night. Even those moments were few and far between.

Alex had been spending a lot of his free time with the people in their class, specifically, Meredith and Izzie. Jo didn’t have a problem with them. On the contrary, Jo loved both women dearly. Meredith was a loyal friend that mirrored Jo in many ways, and Izzie was an unexpected, bubbly best friend that reminded Jo of her only friend in college more and more every day. She didn’t have a problem with either of those women. Not at all. She wasn’t the jealous type either. She trusted Alex implicitly. She never had a reason to suspect that he would do something behind her back. That was, until he started to make excuses and lie to her about his whereabouts.

Maybe she should’ve been a bit more understanding. After all, Meredith and Izzie had both been through a lot last year. Jo had spent countless hours by their sides comforting and supporting them. But in the process of trying to be a good friend, she felt like she was losing her boyfriend.

The last straw was when Alex left her alone at the hospital after having driven there together that morning. It had been a long day and Jo was looking forward to getting home, taking a shower, and lazing around on the couch with Alex. After she’d finished changing out of her scrubs, she walked down to the bench out by the parking lot where she and Alex normally waited for each other. Jo waited for about twenty minutes when she finally walked back inside to the nurse’s station to find him.

“Hey, could you page Dr. Karev for me? I’ve been waiting for him to leave but he hasn’t come down yet. Is he still in surgery?” Jo asked nurse Vicky.

“I saw Dr. Karev leave over an hour ago?” Vicky replied.

“What? Are you sure? We came in one car today,” Jo’s brow furrowed.

“Yeah. I saw him walk out with Grey and Stevens. It seemed like they were in a rush to get somewhere,” Vicky nodded. “Is there someone you want me to call for you?”

“No, it’s fine,” Jo shook her head. “I’ll figure something out.”

Jo ended up getting a ride back to the loft she and Alex shared from one of her interns, of all people. She thanked him bashfully as she got out of the car and walked up the steps, seeing Alex’s car in front of the building. Jo took a deep breath as she reached the door. On the way there, she’d thought long and hard about how this conversation was going to go. How could she talk about ending this? Alex was her best friend, the love of her life. He was the person who said he’d always be there for her. And yet, here she was outside their home because he left her without a word.

Finally mustering up enough courage, Jo slid the door open and stepped inside.

“I need to talk to you,” Jo put her things down in front of the bed.

“I need to talk to you,” Alex walked towards her with a glass of champagne in his hands.

“No, no, no. Listen…” Jo paused as she got choked up. “This isn’t working. I need someone in my corner, and the more I look at it, the only person I have is me.”

“Jo—”

“And I don’t want to make you choose between me and your friends, our friends. But I can’t keep feeling like everyone’s second choice. Especially not yours. Not when I love you with everything I have. Not when I put you before everything,” Jo’s eyes watered. “But right now, all I can see is how you choose everyone else over me. I mean, you left me at the hospital today. We came in one car and you didn’t even let me know that you were leaving. I sat there waiting for you like an idiot for a long time, but you never showed. And you didn’t even have the decency to let me know that you left. I had to find out from Vicky when I went to ask her to page you. I found out that instead of waiting for me, you left with Mer and Izzie. So… I’m going to go stay with Cristina for a while.”

“Jo, stop!” Alex put down the glasses as Jo made her way to the drawer to collect her things.

She turned around to see Alex on one knee with a ring in his hand, “Oh my God. Alex.”

“Yeah?” his lips twitched in a little smile.

“What are you doing?” Jo looked at him with wide eyes.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” Alex took a deep breath. “I’m sorry I left you, but I’ve been planning this night for weeks and was so caught up in trying to get everything perfect that I forgot we drove together today.” He took her hand in one of his. “Mer has been holding onto this thing for months now so that you wouldn’t see it in my underwear drawer and Izzie helped me make dinner since I don’t really know how to cook. I’m not replacing you with them or putting them first. I swear. I just couldn’t have you figure out what I was doing.” He paused and looked up at her. “I had a whole speech planned out, but I honestly don’t remember most of it right now.”

Jo let out a little laugh, “It’s okay.”

“But here’s the gist of it; I love you and I want to love you for the rest of my life,” Alex felt his eyes fill with tears. “I never thought I’d be lucky enough to find you and now that I have, I never want to be without you. I don’t know how some stranger in a diner could end up becoming my best friend, but I’m grateful that it happened because you changed my life. Jo, I love you and I love our life together, but I don’t want this to be it. I want so much more with you. So I guess what I’m asking is, will you do me the honor of becoming my life?”

“Yes,” Jo beamed brightly.

“Yes?” Alex’s jaw dropped.

“Of course it’s a yes,” Jo laughed. “Don’t look so surprised.”

“I’m just—I can’t believe you’re going to be my wife,” Alex’s grin grew. He took the ring from the box and slipped it on her finger. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

+ + +

You said, "I remember how we felt, sitting by the water

And every time I look at you, it's like the first time

I fell in love with a careless man's careful daughter

She is the best thing that's ever been mine"

You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter

You are the best thing, that's ever been mine

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When talking about their wedding, Jo and Alex both agreed that they wanted it near the water at sunset. They had first gotten together on a secluded dock in Boston so it was only fitting that they get married near something meaningful. One day while talking about locations at Meredith’s, Shepherd suggested they try renting a ferry boat and the pair knew immediately that it was right for them.

The day couldn’t have been more perfect. The sun was setting on the water, casting pink and purple hues to paint the sky. The colors reflected beautifully against the water and gave everything a soft glow. Their guests were sitting comfortably on the deck of the boat awaiting the start of the ceremony.

Alex stood in front of the crowd of guests with Jackson and Meredith at his side, smiling brightly at their friend’s nervous fidgeting.

“Don’t tell me you’re getting cold feet now,” Meredith leaned over and whispered in his ear. “Because it’s kind of two late for that. It would look really bad if I had to run out of here to start up the getaway car.”

“Shut up,” Alex chuckled. “I’m not having cold feet. I’m just… I can’t believe it. I’m getting married and I don’t know… Jo is going to look beautiful when she walks out here in her dress and I guess, I want to make sure I look nice for her.”

“Wow, you really are whipped, man,” Jackson teased. “It’s okay, though. I’ll give you a free pass since it’s your wedding day and all.”

“Whatever, Avery. You just wait until you find someone who-”

Alex was cut off by Bailey’s nudge, “Hush Karev. It’s about to start.”

Alex closed his mouth and nodded as Bailey smoothed out her dress for the hundredth time. He was grateful she’d said yes to officiating his and Jo’s wedding. Bailey had become one of the most important and influential people in their lives and she was honored when they asked her if she would marry them.

The music began and Izzie and Cristina made their way down the aisle as Lexie tossed yellow flower petals in the air from her spot off to the side. Jo took a couple deep breaths and she waited around the corner, making sure to steady herself before going out there.

“You ready Wilson?” Dr. Webber stood beside her with a soft smile on his face.

“I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life,” Jo’s face brightened in excitement. “And after today, it won’t be Wilson anymore.”

“Really now?” Webber’s eyebrows raised in surprise. “I wouldn't have thought you’d change it.”

“I never had a family name growing up. Wilson is something I made up along the way. Karev means something, though. It belongs to Alex, but now it’s mine, and it’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

“I’m happy for you,” Webber smiled. He held his arm out for her to hold on to. “I think it’s our turn.”

The moment was surreal. It was like in those movies when all time stops as the bride and groom get their first looks at each other and everything else fades away. But there’s no better way to describe the feeling of all your love for a person seeming to pour out of your chest. It was overwhelming, tear-inducing, and so incredibly wonderful.

So much of the following minutes were a blur until Bailey signaled that it was time to recite their vows, “Both Alex and Jo have prepared their own vows that they wish to share in front of us today. Alex, you will go first.”

“Huh?” Alex—who had been too busy admiring the woman in front of him—cleared his throat. “Oh, sorry. I got distracted.”

Their guests laughed at his honesty. He took a deep breath and began, “Jo. For the past six years, you have been my rock, my constant, my best friend. Every moment spent with you has been better than I could’ve ever hoped for. I knew from the minute you sat down at my table at the diner in Boston that you would be in my life forever. Maybe it was your smile or your laugh or something entirely out of my control, but that day I changed for the better, and it’s because of you. Now, we were idiots and didn’t say anything for over a year, but I’m happy that we didn’t. It gave me a chance to grow in love with you.”

“I still remember how I felt that day when we were sitting there by the water. I looked at you and I knew that you were it for me. I knew that I would love you for the rest of my life. And every time I look at you, it’s like the first time. So today, I stand here in front of our friends, our family, and promise to love you every day like it’s the last. I promise to be your anchor, your friend, anything you need me to be. All that I am and all that I ever will be is yours. I know it’s cheesy and I'm gonna get a lot of heat from our friends for saying it, but you hold my heart in your hands. I want to be with you, for better or worse, in sickness and in health… You made me a better man. You make me a better man every single day. So, I vow to be that man for you until death do us part.”

Alex’s declaration had everyone’s eyes misting. It wasn’t often that they heard him speak so openly, so it was impacting when they witnessed the love he had for Jo.

Meanwhile, Jo was wiping away a couple tears that had escaped and struggling to compose herself. She let out a soft laugh, “Gosh, how do you follow that?” Their guests chuckled in response.

“Okay, here goes nothing,” Jo exhaled. “Alex. I love you. When I was a little girl I never dreamed that I’d be able to say that to someone so freely, much less have someone say it back. You entered my life in the most unexpected way, but I can’t imagine it without you. I never expected that the guy I met the summer before medical school would end up becoming my husband, but here we are, six years later, more in love than I ever thought possible.”

“When I think about our life together, I think of all the things we’ve had to overcome and the work it took to get here. I am by no means a perfect person, so today I vow to honor the journey that brought us here. I vow to love you even when I might not like you. I vow to be your partner. I vow to fight for us come hell or high water. I vow to be faithful, patient and supportive for the rest of my life. Because I used to have nothing, and then I met you. You gave me a place to belong, a family, love, and you remind me that I’m worthy of it every single day. Alex Karev, you are my soulmate, my heart, my home, and my very best friend. But most of all, you are the best thing that’s ever been mine, and I cannot wait to be your wife.”

“Can we have the rings?” Bailey asked, Meredith handing them to her. “Today, we use these rings to symbolize the unbreakable unity in this relationship and the never-ending love and commitment they have for each other.”

Bailey placed Jo’s ring in Alex’s hand and spoke, “Alex Karev. Do you take Jo Wilson to be your wife.”

“I do,” Alex smiled and slid the wedding band on Jo’s finger.

“And do you, Jo Wilson, take Alex Karev to be your husband?” Bailey repeated the motion and gave Jo, Alex’s ring.

“I super do,” Jo beamed and slid the ring on Alex’s finger.

“Well. Then by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you, husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

And for the first time, Jo and Alex knew without a shadow of a doubt that they’d make it.

+ + +

Do you believe it?

We're gonna make it now

Yes, yes, I can see it now

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thejolexgroupchat · 4 years ago

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the one where they met in med school - part twenty-two

siblings and paper rings

Hello everyone!! Thanks so much for all of your support for this fic. We hope you enjoy this next section!

(March 2009)

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"Alex!" Meredith screeched as she met him in the hallway. "Alex! Answer your damn phone. I've been trying to call you for the past hour. Why weren't you answering my calls?"

"Sorry, Jo and I were in an on-call room, ya know," Alex smirked, a smug glint in his eye.

"Ew, gross," Meredith made a face. "I did not need to know that."

"Well, aren't you happy that I didn't answer your calls while we were��"

"No, no, I'm going to stop you right there because I don't want to hear about the dirty, jailhouse hooker things that you and Jo do in the dark corners of the hospital," Meredith shuddered. "Anyway, that's not what I wanted to talk about?”

“What did you want to talk about?” Alex exhaled impatiently.

“I wanted to talk about why your brother showed up at my house this morning while I was in the shower,” Meredith whisper-yelled. “Why didn’t I know you have a brother? And why doesn’t he know where you live?”

“Crap,” Alex paused in the middle of the hallway. “What’s he doing here?”

“I don’t know, but I told him I’d bring him here with me to see you, so he’s hanging out in the lounge right now,” Meredith answered.

The pair walked down to the residents’ lounge quickly. When Alex entered, he saw his brother standing there, talking to Izzie, Lexie, Jackson and Cristina.

“Alex is the oldest, then me, and then Amber,” Aaron took a bite out of the granola bar in his hand. “Amber’s graduating from St. Savior’s in May. She’s… she’s smart like Alex. She could go to college if she wanted to, but she’s like “what’s the point?” you know?” And I don’t know what to tell her. Alex is the doctor in the family. I just move people for a living.”

“Hey, what are you doing here?” Alex chuckled lightly, startling Aaron, whose face lit up upon hearing Alex’s voice.

“Alex!” Aaron grinned and pulled his older brother into a tight hug. “Man you got old.”

“Dude, uh, what are you doing here?” Alex asked again.

“I had to drive to Portland on a job, and since Portland is in the neighborhood...” Aaron shrugged.

“Well, Portland is not in the neighborhood,” Alex shook his head, an amused smile on his face.

“It’s three hours,” Aaron waved dismissively. “I can do three hours in my sleep.”

“Alex, he’s your brother. He’s allowed to come say hi,” Lexie rolled her eyes.

“I’m overdue for a visit,” Aaron explained. “It’s been almost five and a half years.”

“No it has not,” Alex made a face.

“Since you’ve been home?” Aaron raised his eyebrows. “Five and a half years.”

“You haven’t been home in five years?” Izzie gasped.

“Has it been five years?” Meredith looked at Alex expectantly.

“Amber was twelve the last time we saw you. It was that Christmas when you brought Jo home for the first time and mom walked in on you guys having sex because you’d just gotten together the night before,” Aaron chuckled at the memory.

“Glad to see some things never change,” Cristina muttered under her breath. “We walk in on them on a weekly basis around here. They've been going at it like rabbits for the past few weeks.”

“We were not having sex,” Alex protested. “We were… kissing that’s all.”

“Oh yes, kissing with no clothes on. Definitely not having sex,” Aaron quipped sarcastically, garnering a few chuckles from the residents in the room. “Where is Jo by the way? Doesn’t she work here with you?”

“Aaron?”

“Speak of the devil,” Jackson nudged Lexie as Jo stood in the doorway of the lounge.

“Jo?”

“Ah! Aaron?” Jo rushed over and embraced him enthusiastically. “Oh my gosh, I can’t believe it!” Jo pulled away to get a good look at Aaron. “Look at you. You’re all grown up.”

“Grown up enough to get you to leave my brother for me?” Aaron joked.

“Yikes, I hate to break it to you, but there’s only one Karev that holds the number one spot in my heart,” Jo paused for dramatic effect. “Amber.”

“Shut up,” Alex laughed at his girlfriend. “I think my mom would agree too. I think all of us would agree.”

“He’s right,” Aaron nodded, a smile on his face.

“So, what’s going on?” Jo asked. “Not that I’m not happy to see you, but, why are you here?”

“Well, I missed you guys,” Aaron tilted his head. “But since you guys are doctors, I thought I’d ask…” Aaron lifted up his shirt. “Should I be worried about this?”

***

When he woke up that morning, Alex did not think he’d be spending the first part of his day trying to locate Dr. Bailey in order to beg her to perform his brother’s umbilical hernia repair pro bono. But there he found himself filling out his brother’s paperwork as Aaron roamed the halls in a hospital gown saying God knows what to all of his coworkers. By the time Alex found Aaron again, he was sitting at a chair behind the nurses station, staring at the scans the Jo had pulled up.

“And that right there is a kidney,” Jo pointed at the screen.

“No way,” Aaron’s lips curved up slightly. “That’s so cool. Sometimes I wish I would’ve gone to school or training of some sort. I’ve always thought that I could’ve been a good firefighter.”

“You’ve still got plenty of time,” Jo encouraged. “You’re young and can do whatever you want.”

“I guess you’re right,” Aaron nodded. “I gotta live through this surgery first.”

“It’s a simple procedure,” Alex explained as he came up beside them. “Dr. Bailey is one of the best and she’s done this countless times. You’re going to be fine.”

“Alright, well I’ve got to go,” Jo straightened and placed a small kiss on Alex’s cheek. “I’m in the pit today with Hunt. Love you!”

“Love you, too,” Alex replied watching as Jo walked away.

“You look stupid,” Aaron made fun of his older brother who glared at him. “I’m serious. You’re watching her walk away like you’re never going to see her again.”

“Shut up,” Alex rolled his eyes. “Let’s get you to your room.”

“Why aren’t you guys, you know, married yet?” Aaron asked when they finally got back to his hospital room.

“Because we’re not,” Alex replied simply.

“That’s not an answer,” Aaron sat down on the bed. “I’m serious. Why haven’t you married her? You guys have been together for over five years. What are you doing? Is this it? Is this all you have to give of yourself?”

“Of course not,” Alex sighed. “Look, we haven’t really told anyone this, but we’re kind of trying for a baby.”

“You’re trying for a what, now?” Aaron’s eyes bulged. “A baby? As in an actual child that’s half you, half her, that you would raise together?”

“Yeah,” Alex breathed out a shaky laugh. “Yeah we are… well, weren’t not exactly trying, just not... preventing anything.”

“That’s great man. I’m happy for you two. I’m glad that you feel ready to take that step,” Aaron patted Alex's shoulder. “That still doesn’t explain why you haven’t popped the question yet. Grandma Lois would kill you if she found out that you were trying to knock your girl up before marrying her.”

“I think I’m going to propose soon. I need to get a ring though, and it has to be perfect… I want to give her everything. She deserves that,” Alex stated quietly.

“You may want to give her everything, but honestly? I don’t think she wants everything,” Aaron looked up at his older brother’s puzzled face. “I think she just wants you. And to be married to you and have kids with you. You’re all she wants and all she really needs. I know you aren’t used to that because of the way we grew up, but Alex, you’re going to keep making excuses for why you can’t propose for the rest of your life as long as you keep thinking that she deserves better than what you can give her.”

“When did you get so smart?” Alex narrowed his eyes. “I swear, the last time I saw you, the only thing on your mind was football and sex.”

“I grew up,” Aaron shrugged, a dimpled smile donning his cheeks. “Just ask her to marry you already. If you want, I’ll go with you to look at rings as soon as they clear me after surgery.”

“I’d like that,” Alex grinned, leaning forward to ruffle Aaron’s hair. “You’re going places, kid.”

***

Two Weeks Later

“Did you hear Nurse Jen got engaged last weekend? She came back from skiing with a massive rock on her hand.”

“Really? That’s like the sixth one in the past two months,” Cristina’s voice was annoyed, Meredith chuckling at her. “I only know because they always make a big deal out of their gloves ripping on the flashy rings their spoiled rich boy fiancé’s buy them.”

Alex rolled his eyes as he shrugged out of his scrub top and grabbed his shirt from his locker. He was used to the pointless gossip the three girls swapped in the locker room, their voices and laughter always echoing out louder than anything else happening in the room.

“Maybe the next one won’t be a nurse but one of our very own residents,” Meredith chucked her scarf at Alex, making him toss the fabric back and stare down the three women with a disgruntled stare. “Don’t give me that look, I think it’s about time you manned up and popped the question to Jo! I mean it feels like just yesterday we were calling her Dracula and now she’s kicking ass and taking names.”

“She’s got a point, Evil Spawn, pretty soon she’s gonna get tired of your shit and realize she’s way too good for you,” Alex met Cristina with a glare, the dark haired woman winking at him in return. “Seriously though, why’re you dragging your feet?”

“Shut up,” Alex grunted, trying to push the conversation aside.

“C'mon, Alex, you guys have been together for a million years and you haven’t even thought about marrying her,” Izzie threw her hands up in exasperation as Cristina and Meredith nodded their heads in agreement. “I'd be getting impatient if I were her. Me and George weren’t even together when we got married. But we loved each other and that was enough. Especially since life is short and you never know how much time you have left.”

“If it’s the commitment you’re afraid of, that’s okay. We’re all messed up and have problems with that, but I have to agree with them, Alex. Time is ticking,” Meredith said, folding her clothes and putting them in the locker. “And if it’s the wedding you’re worried about, you can always borrow my post-it notes.” She chuckled, making the other girls join her in a laughing fit.

“Leave me alone, all three of you. I have thought about marrying her, I’m aware that she could do much better, and I’m not afraid of commitment or the wedding part. I actually want to have a giant wedding, for your information,” Alex scowled before allowing his face to soften a bit. “And I don’t owe you any explanation because this is none of your business, but…” he rummaged around his locker and pulled out a tiny box that made all the women gasp giddily. “I’ve had to keep it here for the past week because she’d find it in the loft, but I’m proposing. Tonight.” He smiled, sitting down and showing them the ring.

“Oh crap!” Cristina’s eyes widened. “You bought an actual diamond engagement ring.”

“No I’m proposing with a paper ring,” Alex deadpanned. “Of course I bought a ring.”

“Alex, this ring is beautiful,” Izzie fawned over it.

“Really? You think she’ll like it?” He looked at it one more time before turning his gaze to the trio standing right behind him.

“I think she’ll love it,” Meredith said.

“Good. All those options at the store made me anxious. I never thought I’d ever go ring shopping, so I’m still a bit insecure about my choice, but I hope you’re right. I hope she loves it,” Alex let out a nervous breath, closing the little box again and putting it back in the back of his locker.

“Dude, grow a pair,” Cristina teased him.

“Shut up,” Alex rolled his eyes, making them laugh as they made their way out of the room.

“Don’t worry, Evil Spawn. Dracula is gonna love it. You did a great job,” Cristina patted his back with a smile on her face as they parted ways.

What did you think of this chapter of the med school fic? Are you just as excited as we are? Let us know what you think in the comments!

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doc-pickles · 4 years ago

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livin’ for the hope of it all

Fun Fact: This is probably my favorite track from folklore (betty is a close second and they’re actually connected in the same storyline) so I created an AU College Sweethearts Jolex storyline just for this. I also needed to change things up because my fics for this week were feeling repetitive, but the good news is that I actually love the storyline and this piece!

(And while we’re at it, shout out to @odd-birds-and-booksellers for beta reading this and helping me clean this up for y’all. ILY and you’re the BEST!)

Also oops I slated this as angst and that just absolutely did not happen. It’s pretty fluffy but uh warning the ending is not happy… at all… So sorry about that. So without further ado, the folklore fic that stole my whole entire heart!

But I can see us lost in the memory

August slipped away into a moment in time

'Cause it was never mine

And I can see us twisted in bedsheets

August sipped away like a bottle of wine

'Cause you were never mine

“Alrighty boys, can I get anything else for you?”

“Yeah how about your number, sweet cheeks.”

Jo rolled her eyes, used to the degrading remarks she would often get as a waitress in the greasy diner. The table of young boys didn’t bother her, they were a dime a dozen working in a college town and it was a sure bet that one of them would say something stupid or degrading to Jo.

Ignoring the comments and laughs from the table, Jo began to walk away but didn’t get very far. The boy closest to the edge had tugged her arm hard enough that she went flying backwards, landing in his lap as one hand came up to hold Jo in place against him.

“Aw come on baby, don’t you want this,” the boy was speaking directly into Jo’s ear, a clear attempt at seducing her that was failing miserably. She tried desperately to squirm out of his grasp, but he only held her tighter. “I can show you a good time.”

“Hey dick wad, it doesn’t take a genius to realize that the lady doesn’t wanna talk to you,” a gruff voice sounded above Jo, the speaker holding his hand out to help Jo up. She took it with a grateful smile and stood, wiping off her apron while he continued to stare down the table of now terrified boys. “And don’t forget to tip generously.”

Jo watched in amazement as the man went back to his spot at the counter, eyes trained on the newspaper before him. She rounded the diner once more before walking behind the counter to stand in front of the mystery man, refilling his coffee as she eyed him.

“Thanks for doing that. Those losers can’t take a hint sometimes,” Jo offered her hand to the stranger, a small smile on her face. “I’m Jo, by the way. I’ve never seen you around here before.”

“Alex,” the man shook Jo’s hand, a crooked grin appearing on his stoic face. “I just finished med school last month, I finally have time to eat breakfast and enjoy a Thursday morning.”

Jo’s response was cut off by her boss yelling at her, her hand coming up to wave to Alex before she bolted to the other end of the diner. Her eyes flicked back to him once or twice, always finding him staring back already. The small action left Jo with a near constant blush on her cheeks.

By the time Jo makes it back around, Alex is gone. His empty coffee cup sits on top of a $20, which she grabs with a grin. A corner of the newspaper rests on top of the bill, neat block printing across it that makes Jo’s cheeks flame once again.

‘If you get sick of stupid frat boys, give me a call.’

“I hate to say it, but you might be better at darts than me,” Alex let out a chuckle and grabbed his beer, taking a long swig from it as he turned back to Jo. “You have nothing better to do than practice your aim?”

After her shift at the diner, Jo had sat in her car and hesitated all of thirty minutes before calling Alex and asking him to meet up with her at the bar down the street from her apartment. Nerves flying all around her, Jo had finally made it down to Red’s Bar and Grill, meeting Alex with a wide grin and the first round of beers on her tab.

“Mmm I practice between classes and work,” Jo rolled her eyes, throwing another dart and hitting just outside of the bullseye. “I’m about to start my last year of school at UI. Architecture degree, the boring stuff.”

“Hey hey, I don’t judge,” Alex shrugged, eyes glinting with amusement. “I’m sure that doodling buildings is just as thrilling as cutting people open.”

Jo let out a laugh, her eyes roaming appreciatively over Alex for the first time. He wore jeans and a t-shirt that hugged his arms and torso, the dark blue bringing out the flecks of gold in his eyes. The low lighting in the bar didn’t help Jo as she tried to concentrate on anything besides the way Alex looked at her, cheeks flushing as she imagined his hands running over her body.

“Oh you should see me in class, I’m the only woman in my major so,” Jo blindly threw her final dart at the board, relying on Alex’s shocked expression to tell her that she had hit close to her mark. “Had to find something to beat the boys at, keep their egos at bay.”

Satisfied with the dark look that came over Alex, Jo swigged her beer and took a step towards him, her fingers trailing over the collar of his shirt. She’d held back through the three rounds of beers and the pizza they’d shared, but she couldn’t keep her hands off of him any longer.

“I don’t wanna be too forward but,” Alex finished his beer with one gulp, one hand moving to rest on Jo’s hip. “You wanna get out of here?”

“I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life,” Jo breathes out, pulling Alex down to kiss her chastely before letting go and walking towards the exit. “Come on, Doctor Handsome. Let’s go.”

Two weeks after their first date, Jo is scrambling during the morning rush to touch each of her tables and makes sure they’re all taken care of. It’s just her and her boss Nancy working this morning, so she’s really busting her ass to make sure that she makes good tips. A hand reaches out, swiping her arm delicately and makes Jo sigh in relief. She was so used to the gentle brush against her arm that it felt like second nature at this point.

“Hey you,” Alex’s voice is soft, something that Jo can barely hear above the rush of the crowded restaurant. “Long morning?”

“Like you wouldn’t believe, Katie called out sick so there’s only two of us,” Jo groans as she reaches for the coffee pot to refill Alex’s cup. “I have the next two days off though so I’m just trying to make it through this stupid shift.”

Alex’s hand reaches out and grabs her wrist, holding it for the briefest second before letting her go with a grin. Jo can never seem to control the way her heart beats out of time around the man she just met, but she can’t say she hates the feeling of her heart fluttering nervously.

“How about we drive to the lake and spend a day or two up there,” Alex shrugs, as if the idea of spending a few days away with Jo is the most natural thing in the world. “Just the two of us. I’ve got some camping gear and a hard top for the pickup. We’ll make a weekend out of it.”

Jo’s eyelashes batted against her cheek, eyes roaming over Alex with a focused stare. They hadn’t labelled whatever it was that they were doing (sleeping together, spending nights stargazing in the back of Alex’s truck, meeting up almost every night to drink cheap wine and order whatever takeout was offering a deal, actually just sleeping together) but spending a few days alone was something entirely different. Spending a few days alone was real.

“You know what,” Jo laughed, leaning forward to peck Alex’s cheek. “Let’s do it. Let’s get out of this hellish town, god knows we both need it..”

The crooked smile that appears on Alex’s face made Jo’s heart stutter again, the look ingrained in her mind so well that she thought she might be able to paint it from memory.

“I haven’t been up here in years, I didn’t realize how beautiful it was,” Jo stood at the edge of the small cliffside overlooking the water just a few feet down. Alex stood behind her, arms wrapped around her waist and head propped against her shoulder as they both admired the beginnings of the sunset reflecting on the water. “I’m glad we came up here.”

“Me too, I’m glad I get to spend some time with you,” Alex turned Jo around, his hands squeezing her waist as he kissed her gently. “And I’m very sorry about this.”

Before Jo could respond to him, Alex had lifted her off the ground and jumped off the small dirt cliff, plunging them both into the icy water of the lake. When she resurfaced, Alex was already laughing at her shocked expression.

“You’re gonna pay for that, Karev,” Jo laughed, feet treading water as she swam closer to him. “Oh you’re so gonna pay for that.”

Alex seized the opportunity in front of him, quickly wrapping his arms around Jo and pulling her body flush with his. His lips meet her neck as she tries in vain to squirm away from him, loud peels of laughter escaping Jo as she let herself relax into Alex’s embrace.

It’s hours later when they’re laying in the back of Alex’s truck, eyes glued to the sky as they lay wrapped up in one another in a pile of blankets and pillows. There’s a discarded wine bottle next to them and the last embers of the fire they’d built are still glowing. It’s peaceful and quiet and Jo doesn’t think she’d ever felt so relaxed in her whole life.

“The stars look way brighter out here,” Jo noted as she rested her head against Alex’s chest, eyes closing as he ran his fingers through her hair. “I wish I could stay here forever. It’s the perfect spot.”

“Well this truck bed is uncomfortable as hell so I don’t think us living in the woods would be great on your back,” Alex chuckled as Jo’s hand hit his chest with a soft whap. She sat up then, reaching for her overnight bag and digging through it. “What’re you doing?”

“I got you something! It’s not much but,” Jo pulled out an immaculately wrapped box and handed it to Alex with a wide grin. “I figured it might be handy when you become a hot shot doctor.”

Alex cocked an eyebrow at Jo, before unwrapping the box and popping it open. Inside laid a wrist watch, a silver watch face mounted on a thick leather strap. Jo revelled in the crooked grin on Alex’s face as he took it out and handed it to her, silently asking her to latch it onto his wrist.

“It’s vintage, I found it at a thrift store the other day and I couldn’t resist buying it,” Jo gushed as she adjusted the strap against Alex’s wrist. “I read somewhere that most doctors want to keep a watch on because they’re easier to check and more reliable than digital. And it helps with counting seconds an-”

The rest of Jo’s sentence melted away as Alex pressed his lips firmly against hers. Jo couldn’t help the smile that overtook her, a giggle escaping quietly as Alex leaned her back and pressed her into the truck bed.

“Thank you, you’re more than I deserve,” Alex kissed Jo once more before moving his lips to her neck. “Maybe I can show you how much you mean to me.”

“Mmmm that sounds like a fun way to end the night,” Jo giggled as Alex moved his lips further down her body. “A really fun way to end it…” +

Once the thrill of their spontaneous weekend trip wears off, Jo is surprised at how normal her relationship with Alex feels. It’s August now, Alex’s short break between med school and the start of his internship nearing an end. He had applied all over the country, but the county hospital had been the only one to accept him.

“I didn’t hear back from Hopkins, Mass Gen, Seattle Grace, or UCSF, but they were all long shots anyways,” Alex shrugged, slinging his arm around Jo’s shoulder and bringing her closer to him on the ratty couch in her apartment. The movie they had chosen rattled on in the background, neither of them paying much attention to it. “Besides, staying here means I get to hang out with you all the time.”

Jo leaned into Alex’s embrace, eyes closing as she relished the feeling of his heartbeat pounding steadily in her ears. She’d become so comfortable in spending so much time with Alex that she didn’t know what she would do when he began to work long nights and days at the hospital. Of course, her own classes would begin in two weeks and then who knew where the two would land up.

“Mmm yeah I don’t think I can let you go even if I tried,” Jo felt Alex’s hand slip into her own, squeezing gently as he kissed her head. “I’m pretty sure I love you.”

Jo didn't register the hitch of Alex’s breathing, she didn't even notice that he was staring at her so intently. She had dozed off in his embrace, head heavy against his chest as he watched her carefully. He only moved when his phone began to vibrate in his pocket, stepping into the other room so he wouldn’t wake her.

“Hello? This is him. Umm yeah, yeah absolutely. I’m definitely interested. I can be there, I will be there… Three days? Yup. Not a problem. Sorry, I didn’t catch your name. Thanks Doctor Webber, it’s been a pleasure. I’ll see you soon.”

“I have to take this stupid Calculus class and I can’t drop it and I already hate it,” Jo groaned as she plopped into the seat next to Alex. It was a Tuesday morning and the diner was near empty, allowing Jo a few minutes to breathe easy. “Honestly, I’m not excited to start classes next week. I’ve been absolutely exhausted the past week and I would rather just sleep until graduation.”

Reaching over, Jo grabbed Alex’s toast and took a bite and then returned it to his plate. She looked at him curiously, watching as he stared deep into his coffee cup and didn’t flinch at her quick action. Alex usually swatted her hand away when she stole his food, or at least said something to her. In fact, she didn’t think he had spoken more than a brief hello to her all morning.

“Are you okay? You seem off today,” Jo rested her hand on Alex’s shoulder, a pang of relief coursing through her as he leaned into her embrace. “What’s up? You stressed about your internship? Because you’re going to do great.”

“No it’s just,” Alex heaved a sigh and turned to Jo, his normally bright eyes a dull brown. He looked sad, upset almost, but Jo couldn’t tell why. “You know I love you, right?”

A brilliant smile took over Jo’s face, a distinct glow coming about her as she leaned her forehead against Alex’s.

“Of course I do,” Jo pecked Alex’s lips quickly, one hand coming up to rub his cheek. “I love you too. You’re pretty special, you know that?”

Alex responded with a nod, leaning up and kissing Jo once more. She left the seat next to him after that, checking on her tables and refilling coffees before heading back to him. Alex was shrugging his coat on as she walked up, coffee cup drained and bill paid.

“Heading out?”

“Yeah I got stuff to do,” Alex pulled Jo in close, lips meeting hers in a kiss that was much more passionate than what he’d normally reserve for the diner. He pulled back and stared into Jo’s eyes, a look of longing filling the dark orbs. “I meant what I said. I love you Jo.”

“I love you too,” Jo whispered back, leaning up and kissing Alex once more before patting his chest and stepping away from him. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning, I’m working a double today. Bye Alex!”

“Goodbye Jo,” Alex stood a moment longer in the doorway of the diner, watching Jo carefully as she flitted around the dining room. He took a deep breath and pushed the door open, stepping out into the cool August breeze.

“Hey pretty girl, where’s your hotshot boyfriend now? Dipped out on you?”

Jo tried as much as she could to tune out the catcalls and insults flowing from the rowdy table of boys behind her. What she would give for Alex to come swooping in to save her like he did that first day they’d met, but she knew that he wouldn’t. She hadn’t seen him in so long, the August weather turning darker and colder as the months shifted to autumn. It was November now and between classes and the diner, Jo barely had a spare moment to think of the man she’d fallen in love with.

Except that she did.

Every minute of the day all Jo could think about was Alex and how much she missed him. His phone number had been disconnected, his apartment was cleaned out, and she hadn’t seen his beat up red pickup truck since it was parked outside of the diner the last day she’d seen him. She’d even gone down to the county hospital to look for him, but a nurse had informed her that there wasn’t anyone under his name working there, much to Jo’s dismay.

She knew she was being stupid, that Alex and her had just had a fleeting summer romance and she needed to let it go. There was not going to be a magical reunion like the beginning of Grease, there would be no singing and there would be no happy ending for Jo. But she couldn’t let Alex go, she didn’t think she would ever be able to.

“You need to calm down, I know there’s a lot going on, but you are not helping me out,” Jo sighed, eyes closing as she took a moment to press a hand to her protruding stomach. “I know you get excited when we’re here but today… I can’t deal with the constant kicking of my bladder little boy.”

You know when you’re already down and out and then something comes along and just knocks you flat on your ass? That’s exactly what Jo was experiencing. After spending two weeks straight crying over Alex and insurance commercials and the grocery store being out of strawberry ice cream, she’d finally realized that her period was late and that she just might be carrying the child of a man who didn’t want to be found by her. Three stupid plastic tests later confirmed just what Jo had thought: Come April of next year, she would be a mom.

“We’ll get through today and all the days coming,” Jo sighed as she spoke to herself, a few tears slipping out and dragging down her cheeks. “It’ll all be okay, things will change for us.”

#jolex #tsjolexweek #alex karev #jo wilson #jo karev #greys anatomy #jolex fic #jo x alex #nina writes #jolex fanfic #greys anatomy fanfic

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purplesurveys · 4 years ago

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1111

Something a little bit random and silly for my 1111th, just because.

survey by joybucket

List three things you love that start with each letter.

A: Art and most forms of it; anchovies, in most cases; and Angela.

B: Burgers, Beyoncé, and buffets.

E: Escargot, the name Eloise, and elephants.

F: FISH, Friends, and some folk indie.

S: Sleeping, signing off work at the end of my shift, and all kinds of seafood.

T: I’m obsessed with tteokbokki; trying out new food; and table tennis.

Q: I like the quiet time I occasionally give myself; quail eggs, especially in the form of kwek-kwek; and quattro formaggi pizza.

R: Rainbows, the rain, and riding planes.

O: Old movies, the ocean, and Okinawa milk tea.

List a phrase including an adjective, noun, and verb for each letter. Examples: "angry artist anticipating", "rude rascals running", "dirty dogs dancing", or "empty elephants eloping." Have fun!

A: Adorable animals appearing.

F: Fabulous fingers frolicking.

C; Chummy classmates cooking.

S: Suspicious self salivating.

R: Rambunctious raccoon running.

T: Tired turnip tumbling.

Q; Questioning quail quipping.

J: Joyful joggers jamming.

I: Inquisitive igloos imagining.

L: Luxurious lemonade luminescing.

Z: Zesty zebras zoning out.

E: Ethereal eagles embracing.

List three different occupations starting with each letter.

O: Orthodontist, oceanographer, opthalmologist.

E: Engineer, equestrienne, elementary school teacher.

F: Firefighter, flight attendant, farmer.

S: Scientist, singer, seamstress.

T: Talent agent, tricycle driver, tennis player.

I: Illustrator, inspector, IT technician.

E: Economist, editor, electrician.

L: Lawyer, librarian, lifeguard.

A: Accountant, actor, architect.

Y: Yoga instructor, youth pastor, yogurt maker?? if that counts, lol. Otherwise I got nothing else.

List three adjectives that begin with each letter.

A: Affable, abrupt, adequate.

B: Broken, blunt, bleary.

C: Crazy, clear, clingy.

D: Daunting, delirious, dark.

E: Existential, enraged, exemplary.

F: Fantastic, far-flung, flavorful.

G: Ghastly, gentle, gigantic.

H: Harrowing, healthy, hopeful.

I: Intelligent, identical, impervious.

J: Jovial, jaded, joyous.

List three nouns that being with each letter.

K: Kangaroo, keychain, kiwi.

L: Lemonade the album, lemon the fruit, and Liz Lemon.

M: Mall, maple syrup, and mop.

N: Nightingale, nest, napkin.

O: Ogre, olive, orange.

P: Piano, panini, and pizza.

Q: Queen, quill, quilt.

List three verbs that begin with each letter.

R: Running, raking, reliving.

S: Singing, sailing, surfing.

T: Tricking, tossing, teeming.

U: Understanding, urging, unwrapping.

V: Villifying, venerating, vaccinating - get vaccinated, folks.

W: Wandering, washing, wriggling.

X: I don’t know if there are any and I can’t bother to look it up.

Y: Yawning, yelling, yearning.

Z: Zipping, ziplining, zapping.

List three...

girl's names you love: Olivia, Mia, Emma.

boy’s names you love: Mason, Jacob, Lucas.

girl’s names you dislike: Karen, and our local versions of Karen, Marites and Marivic.

boy’s names you dislike: Chad, times three.

things you hate about summer things you hate about winter things you hate about spring things you hate about fall things you love about spring things you love about winter things you love about fall things you love about summer Crossing these out because my Southeast Asian ass can’t relate, but if you do decide to take this survey feel free to un-strikethrough them!

things you miss from your past: Having more freedom to make mistakes; not having to worry about the future; and friends I’ve since lost.

people who have really hurt you in the past: Gabie, my mom, Marielle.

names of people you have had crushes on: Gabie, Andi from 5th grade...and that’s it, really.

names of people you have gone on a date with: Only Gabie. And I guess maybe Mike? Since he asked me to go with him to his ball as his date.

places you've been and would love to go again: Sagada, Jeju, Bali.

places you want to visit before you die: Morocco, Spain, Thailand.

items on your bucket list: See Times Square, live in a condo, plan a solo trip.

health conditions you have: Scoliosis, lactose intolerance, and very possible depression.

health conditions you've had in the past but don't anymore: Dehydration, UTI, and some kind of weird low-platelet-count thing that was just that, and never diagnosed as anything.

things you are allergic to: Possibly some types of grass, and maybe face masks. Idk how to confirm it really; I just know my skin gets irritated around them sometimes.

youtube channels you love to watch: Good Mythical Morning; the KBS YouTube channel mainly for clips of Return of Superman and 2 Days 1 Night; and Binging With Babish.

favorite drinks: Water, coffee, Long Island Iced Tea.

favorite foods: Sushi, chicken wings, pizza.

favorite desserts: Cheesecake, MACARONS, cupcakes.

favorite holidays: The only one I care for and get super excited about is my birthday, if that counts. Christmas is fine, but I only get the excitement for it on the actual day itself.

favorite colors: Pastel pink, white, maroon.

people you would like to meet: Ysa and Bea, my teammates at work. I’ve met them only once before, and I wish we can be allowed to report to the workplace physically soon so that I get to see them more often and strengthen my relationship (both working and personal) with them. I’d also love to be able to chat and chill with Hayley Williams even for just 30 seconds.

people you want to meet in Heaven: I don’t believe in that, but I’d love to have met my great-grandfather on my maternal grandfather’s side. Also, Audrey Hepburn and Princess Diana.

good names for a dog or cat: Depends on their personality.

reasons why you get up each morning and keep on living: Because I’ve been able to see myself get better, and why stop all the progress?; because I’d want to be able see if the future will get better; and because I’m afraid of what will happen to/who will look out for my dogs if I’m suddenly gone.

For each name, think of three people you know with that name, and list their occupations.

Amanda: I only know one Amanda, and she’s a friend of my ex’s younger sister. She’s only in senior year of high school. I know an Amandine which is close enough I suppose?? and she’s a dentistry student.

Sarah: She’s a media contact and I’m constantly in touch with; she’s the editor-in-chief of a local magazine. I think she’s the only Sarah I know.

Ashley: Also a media contact. I’m not sure about her title, though.

Beth: @bionic-beth is a teacher! :) But I don’t know any Beths in real life, I think.

Katie: Well I know Kate, and I’ll sometimes playfully call her Katie. She works in a government agency and she’s one of their PR people. The HR person who recruited me to come work at my current employer is a Kate, but I have never and have no plans to call her Katie.

Matt: That’s too foreign-sounding a name where I live.

Emily: Don’t know any Emilys, either.

Chris: Media contacts. They run blogs or news sites of their own.

Mike/Michael: The one Mike I know is currently a med student. Not sure if he’s working on the side - I think he is, since I saw him post about a job update on his Facebook a few months ago; but I can no longer remember what he does, or if he’s still doing it.

Jessica: I went to high school with a girl named Jessica but I don’t follow her on social media, so I have no clue what she’s up to now.

Becca/Bekah: Rita’s sister is a Becca. I think she is currently a grad student.

For each name, think of three people you know, and list one adjective to describe each person. (Skip if you don't know anyone with that name.)

Laura

Michelle: Hilarious.

Victoria: Strong.

Tessa: Friendly.

John

Claire: Influential; motherly.

Briana/Brianna: Bitch.

Vanessa

Brittany/Britney, etc.

Allison/Allie/Ally, etc: Kind.

Olivia

Jordan

Jo/Joe: Ambitious; pretty.

Corey/Kori

Sophie: Sweet; quiet.

Mitch/Mitchell: Tall.

Madison/Maddie/Maddi

Out of all the people you know or have met, list three...

redheads: Yeah, you’re not going to find them in most of Asia. West Asia and some parts of East Asia, probably, but definitely not for the rest.

tall people: Jo, Chesca, and Shaun.

people with really curly hair: I know Kleo has naturally curly hair from her Aeta roots, but it’s been straightened for a very long time now. I think Chesca also has curly hair, albeit slightly. There is also Liana.

sets of twins: My sister had two sets of twins in her high school batch, but I can no longer remember their names. I also had an English class with a pair of twins named Ardy and Thirdy.

of the cutest babies you've seen on social media: My workmate’s baby. My friend Jar has a super squishy niece/nephew pair of twins as well.

people you miss: Angela, Kate, my grandpa.

people with beautiful eyes: I can only think of my ex.

people with nice hair: God I have not been around people for so long, I can barely think of anyone for this.

people who are the same height as you: Aya, Hannah, Tina.

own one of the same clothing items as you: Angela since we went to the same high school and have several of the same school shirts; Laurice since we share a college org and we have our own trademark polo shirt; and my brother and I have our own pairs of Nike Cortez shoes.

make you laugh: Andi, Hans, and this girl I had a couple of history classes with, Rose.

List three celebrities who...

are the same height as you: Lady Gaga and AJ Lee are the only ones who are coming to mind. I wouldn’t call AJ a celebrity though.

have the same hair color as you: Mila Kunis, Kelly Rowland, Dita Von Teese.

look like you: Only based on comments I’ve gotten in the past and not because I necessarily claim these for myself, Lucy Hale, Anna Akana, and Kakie.

List three....

adjectives to describe you: Timid, stubborn, sensitive.

academic courses you enjoyed: Philippine social history, international relations, anthropology.

words you always forget how to spell: Rhythm, committee, accommodate.

things you wish you were better at: Singing, dancing, drawing.

things you are really good at: Writing, reading people, and knowing the best things to order at most restaurants hahahah.

jobs you'd like to have: Ideally, a lawyer or doctor. But realistically, I’d love to have a leadership position in the PR sphere.

jobs you've considered having: ^ Again, lawyer and doctor. Also a journalist or news anchor, back when I still thought I was passionate about journalism.

jobs you'd hate: Journalist, an LTO clerk, an assistant to an asshole celebrity.

things you miss: Being a student, many parts of the past, and deceased family members.

names your mom considered when naming you: Ariel, Kathleen, Katrina.

things people call you: Robyn, Byn, Bynbyn.

*Bonus*: what is your name? (first and middle)? I always feel like just sharing Robyn.

#survey #surveys

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gloriafc · 5 years ago

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Being married to and working with Andrew Deluca Part 1

You met Andrew shortly after he broke up with Sam.

You were the TA in one of his lecture halls. Occasionally you'd tutor him. He slowly gained the courage to ask you out while you were studying in the library, slowly realizing his feelings for you. You eventually agreed. Let's just say he has a way with words, especially in Italian.

By the time you reach your final year of med school, you and Andrew have been together for a couple years. Officially meeting his sister who absolutely adores you. She proceeds to tell you about his relationship with Sam and how they were bad for each other.

"Carina!" "Andrea, she deserves to know!"

Before she can leave, you pull Carina to the side to ask her some personal questions, the two of you sitting on your porch while Andrew finishes up some homework.

"Well Y/N it sounds like you're pregnant. You honestly kind of look like you are. Oh I'm going to get a niece or nephew!... You don't look so happy." "I was really hoping you'd say anything other than that. I just. We're still in school. How are we going to support a baby?"

Carina decides to stay a couple extra days, going with you to the doctors to confirm you're pregnant. She helps you tell Andrew, making the two of you closer, like the sister she always wanted.

Andrew is beyond excited. He doesn't even care that his sister knew before him.

As time goes on and your bump slowly grows, Andrew finds himself talking to your stomach when he thinks you're asleep. He does it so often that you slowly begin to understand Italian, occasionally getting confused here and there. But you get the gist of it.

You end up going into labor two weeks before you graduate. The two of you stare at your baby girl trying to decide on a name.

"I still think Andrea fits her." "We're not giving her my name." "Come on the only people who call you that is your dad and your sister." "No."

Eventually he gives in, the longer he looks at her the more he thinks she does look like an Andrea.

The two of you end up getting married his last year of school, while you're a couple years into your residency, changing your last name to Deluca.

You end up doing very well in your residency that you quickly get promoted, so when Andrew starts as an intern you're in your final year as a resident.

You mostly spend your time in Pediatrics working on becoming an attending so the two of you don't really cross paths.

You've become good friends with Alex, Meredith, Arizona, Callie, and Bailey. Even though you try to keep your relationship as professional as possible with Andrew at work, that doesn't mean your friends don't have a soft spot for him when he's on their service.

He's always coming home telling you about the surgeries he assisted on during the drive home.

Other interns grow jealous thinking you have something to do with it.

One thing Andrew definitely finds hot, is when you're working with the babies. He loves seeing you hold the babies, reminding him of when you had Andrea.

When you become an attending you stop going by Deluca. Telling everyone to page you by your first name instead, because there are now three Dr Delucas working in the hospital, you go by Dr Y/F/N since you are working with kids. And it's just easier to know when someone is talking to you.

Because you're constantly working with Alex on big cases, you constantly have residents and interns following you around. You soon find out one of your interns is Andrew's ex Sam.

Of course you keep everything as professional as possible, but you can't say as much for your friends. Especially when you learn that she's trying to get back with him. She's never heard anyone call you anything other than Dr Y/F/N so she doesn't know you're actually his wife when on your service. And you somewhat enjoy the game of seeing how far she goes before realizing all the times you were there to see her not so subtlety flirt with Andrew.

"I can put her on scut for a month." "No that's not fair to her. She won't get to learn like all of the other interns. Besides she's the one who dumped him in college and I got the ring." "This is why I love you Y/N." "I thought you just liked my looks Karev."

Andrew always makes sure you know that he loves you and only you, knowing you hear the gossip.

"Babe I'm not worried about anything. I don't need to ask you to make it known that you're married. You wear the ring and that's enough for me, if she chooses to ignore it that's on her. I can trust you enough to make the right decisions and come home to me and Andrea every night. It's her fault for not being able to read a name tag."

When you think things are just settling down you find yourself getting sick, so being smart you have Meredith do a check up on you knowing she'll keep it quiet.

"Uh Y/N you're pregnant." "What? No I'm not. Give me that." "Yeah you are. Look." "Oh God." "Damn right oh God. I'm going to be an Auntie!"

You can't hold the news in. You find yourself pacing in a supply closet. As Andrew passes you quickly pull him in and close the door behind you.

"You do realize how suspicious this looks right?" "Oh please, you don't even know about half of the hookups that happened in this closet." "What do you need?" "I'm pregnant."

Andrew pulls you in kissing the top of your head. You stay in his arms longer than you thought, jumping apart when the door opens. Surprise surprise Sam's the one staring at the two of you, but you're honestly too happy to care.

Sam doesn't say anything. You find out she just thinks you guys are close friends. But when you start showing and Andrew wants to be around you more, lifting things for you or bringing you coffee before rounds, she decides to confront you about it. She just doesn't know how to yet.

One day she finds you with a little girl who looks almost exactly like you, Carina gushing over her. Sam feels anger fueling her. She knew Carina never liked her but to see her gushing over the womans kid who's supposedly having an affair with the man she's been trying to win back. That just pisses her off.

"What did you need Sam?" "I uh. It's just. You know he's married right?" "I'm sorry?" "Andrew. He's married and it's obvious you are to. And you're sneaking around with him. You're probably pregnant with his baby and your husband doesn't even know." "I'm sorry. Aren't you the one who's been trying to get in bed with him and rebuild a relationship you broke up, despite the fact that he is married?" "How do you know we had a relationship?" "What I do with who, doesn't concern you at all, especially when you don't know a thing about what you're talking about. Have you ever even stopped to read my name tag? Or did you think my last name was actually Y/F/N?"

Sam stops talking when Andrew and the other residents and interns walk by to start their rounds. But Andrew can tell that you're mad about something just by looking at you and moves to interfere, setting a hand on your back that only pisses Sam off even more.

Before he can say anything to get Sam to back off of his pregnant wife, Andrea can't help but wiggle out of Carina's grip, who was watching and heard everything with a smile on her face. Andrea pushes her way between you and Sam straight towards Andrew shouting, "Daddy!"

He's quick to catch her before she can trip and fall on her face, a smile on his face matching his daughters energy. Sam finally connects the dots when you take Andrea from Andrew and make your way into Carina's office, closing the door behind you.

The next week Sam tries to apologise, but you honestly don't want to hear it. She goes as far as trying to get Andrew to make you talk to her but that just blows up in her face.

"She has every right to not want to hear an apology. Especially from you. I told you multiple times I had a wife and daughter and you still kept pushing. She could've blown up on you every time you flirted in front of her. But she decided to keep things professional." "I didn't know she was your wife!" "I shouldn't of had to tell you who my wife is for you to back off. You had your chance and you blew it in college. I married her. I'm about to have my second kid with her. I want her. And don't say it's because she doesn't go by Deluca at work, because she does. She chooses to take the confusion out of having three Delucas here and go by her first name. So maybe you should just back off of her, she doesn't want to hear an apology from you for a reason. Any woman who sees a ring on a man's finger backs off and you didn't."

During that time you refuse to have any interns or residents on your service, choosing to take a break from all the chaos.

When Alex goes to visit his mom with Jo, you have to take over his skills lab. Everyone except you is nervous to see how you'll do working with Sam, especially Andrew.

#greys anatomy #andrew deluca #andrew deluca imagine #imagine

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shining-red-diamond · 5 years ago

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Treasure for All: Cast of Characters

-Hongjoong

Full Name: Kim Hong Joong

Birthday: November 7

Occupation: Captain, Geographer

Backstory: Being raised by his father, Hongjoong had always wanted to see the world. He had traveled both by sea and sky with his father and learned under his wing, but after his father’s death Hongjoong inherited the ship and renamed it The HALA at the age of eighteen. “Hearts Awakened, Live Alive,” his father always taught him. With his friend Yunho, he was able to repair and upgrade many of the ship’s engines and technological aspects all making a comfortable environment for his future crew. One night, Hongjoong went to a bar to try to relax but ended up rescuing a girl whom he would fall in love with, Jo Da Hae. For three years, the three of them began recruiting their teams in order to search for the greatest treasure to ever be discovered.

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-Dahae

Full Name: Jo Da Hae

Birthday: July 6

Occupation: Zoologist, Medic

Backstory: Dahae was at the top of her class in the science department, majoring in zoology with a minor in nursing. After graduation, she wanted to have a taste of freedom before deciding to work with animals in a sanctuary. However, her family disowned her after deciding not to go to work right away, so she was left penniless and having to find a job on her own. She found work in a local bar and was making a decent living but never felt she was getting anywhere. The night she met Hongjoong was the night her life changed for the better. Two men had tried to flirt with her as her shift was ending, but she rejected both of them. The men fought, and Hongjoong pulled her out of there just in time. Quitting her job at the bar, she joined Hongjoong on his ship and became the zoologist and medic on their adventures.

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-Seonghwa

Full Name: Park Seong Hwa

Birthday: April 3

Occupation: First mate, Oceanographer

Backstory: Being raised near the ocean, Seonghwa had loved learning about and studying the creatures that inhabited the waters. However, tragedy struck his family when his mother was killed after accidentally slipping off the edge of a cliff near their home, and it sparked Seonghwa’s fear of heights. His father never quite recovered from the tragedy but never failed to show love to his sons. After his father died, Seonghwa and his brother parted ways but kept in touch. Studying oceanography at the university, he met Geology major Grace-Anne Dawes, and the two hit it off immediately. Just after graduation, the university was attacked by a gang of evil pirates, but Seonghwa and Grace-Anne escaped safely. After wandering around for a while, they were picked up by Hongjoong, and Seonghwa proposed to Grace-Anne on The HALA.

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-Grace-Anne

Full Name: Grace-Anne Talia Dawes

Birthday: October 15

Occupation: Geologist, Cook

Backstory: Grace-Anne only wanted a simple life after getting her degree in Earth Science, but that all quickly changed after escaping the university with her boyfriend Seonghwa. Her past was already rough with her mother an alcoholic and her father barely in her life, but she had other friends and family who helped her through and got her to the university. After being recruited by Hongjoong, she was able to use her Geology knowledge and cooking skills on their explorations.

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-Yunho

Full Name: Jeong Yun Ho

Birthday: March 23

Occupation: Mechanic, Engineer, Cook

Backstory: Yunho grew up with Hongjoong in traveling around on the ship. He was orphaned at a very young age, but was taken in by Hongjoong’s father. Instead of learning about maps and navigation, he often studied the mechanical aspects of the ship such as it’s engine and wirings. He’s also known for being the jokester and keeping everyone else laughing. Now, he serves as The HALA’s repairman and will sometimes add new features with the help of Phoebe, Wooyoung, and Taeran.

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-Yeosang

Full Name: Kang Yeo Sang

Birthday: June 15

Occupation: Medic, Botanist, Quartermaster

Backstory: Yeosang’s father was a doctor, and he decided to follow in his footsteps; but he didn’t feel that he was studying medicine for himself. He felt as if it was just to please his family. Dropping university wasn’t easy, but as long as Phoebe was with him, he was confident in any path they chose. Although, he hadn’t quite completed his schooling, he was able to gather whatever medical books he could find and study from them. Now, on The HALA, he’s the medic and the Quartermaster. He may be the more quiet and reserved type, but that doesn’t hide his kind heart.

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-Phoebe

Full Name: Phoebe Jocelyn Daniels

Birthday: January 10

Occupation: Hacker, Computer scientist

Backstory: Phoebe had been raised by her grandparents since she was two years old. Her parents had gotten into a horrible fight, causing her father to hang himself and her mother to abandon her. Her grandparents had always been loving and supportive of Phoebe in whatever she did, and eventually she was able to get into university for computer science. There she met and fell in love with med student Kang Yeosang. The two eventually decided to drop university to start a life of their own, but were recruited by Hongjoong after he was injured on an expedition.

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-San

Full Name: Choi San

Birthday: July 10

Occupation: Navigation, Astronomer

Backstory: San had been an orphan since he was small, but he grew up under Mr. Wilcox’s wing and eventually being taken in as his intern. He studied astronomy and navigation while working for the Wilcox’s company. San lived with the Wilcox family, and fell in love with the youngest daughter Celestia. He often would hear her sing whenever she studied, was getting ready for the day, getting ready for bed, anything. Her voice melted his heart; and knowing that she’d be the woman for him, he saved part of what he made for a ring to propose to her with. For years, they had been friends, but it wasn’t until they were both eighteen when San confessed his love to her and she had felt the same. The two eloped shortly after San’s twentieth birthday. However, after a break-in in the Wilcox home, he and Celestia had to escape without looking back. After mourning the loss of Celestia’s parents and two older siblings, the two were soon recruited by San’s friend Hongjoong. While on the ship, San is able to use his knowledge in Astronomy to navigate the ship and care for his pregnant wife.

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-Celestia

Full Name: Celestia Joy Wilcox-Choi

Birthday: May 7

Occupation: Archaeologist

Backstory: Celestia was brought up in a wealthy family. Her father was the CEO and owner of Wilcox Inc., but she was brought up to be kind and good-hearted to those around her. She studied artifacts from ancient ruins and grew a love for archaeology. Singing was also one of her favorite pastimes, but it also helped when she would work on her studies. However, one fateful night, robbers broke into her home, causing her mother to give her a large amount of money to take with her and San to escape. Mrs. Wilcox was the only one who knew of her daughter’s marriage to San. Once on the captain’s ship, the two feel safe again. Due to her pregnancy, she spends most days quietly studying the artifacts the crew finds on their journey.

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-Mingi

Full Name: Song Min Gi

Birthday: August 9

Occupation: Pilot, Aeronautics

Backstory: Both of Mingi’s parents were pilots. That’s where he learned about aeronautics, but it wasn’t until he reached high school where had heard about Hongjoong’s father’s ship and became fascinated with how it flew when it traveled overseas and made a goal to one day fly it. He spent countless hours studying both aeronautics and pirate ships until he was able to teach himself how flying ships worked. Mingi was also known for being a sweetheart despite his strong features, and when he met Kim Taeran, she had rocked his world. About a year after meeting, their college was set ablaze, so the two ran off and eventually joined Hongjoong and the rest of ATEEZ and their significant others’ on The HALA.

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-Taeran

Full Name: Kim Tae Ran

Birthday: June 24

Occupation: Mathematician

Backstory: Taeran had been building walls around herself ever since her best friend betrayed her when they were fourteen, which resulted in her parents’ murders. From then on she had the hardest time trusting people. Although it seemed weird to others, solving math problems helped her to cope. When she got to college, she met Mingi but didn’t trust him right away as she did with others. As time went on, she opened up to Mingi more and eventually found another one of very few people to trust. After running away with him after their school burned down, she and Mingi joined Hongjoong and she is able to put her math skills to use when she and Phoebe decipher codings on artifacts and helping Yunho with adding new technologies on the ship.

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-Wooyoung

Full Name: Jung Woo Young

Birthday: November 26

Occupation: Physicist

Backstory: Wooyoung grew up in a wealthy family, but his parents were barely around due to their jobs. His nanny was the one who really raised him, and taught him to be kind and loving to others, and this allowed him to have many friends growing up. One of those friends was Dinah Grady, and eventually they became lovers. He studied physics all throughout his schooling, and eventually earned himself a degree in that field. However, he’ll have times where he doubts if people genuinely love him due to the lack of love from his folks. In order to get a fresh start, he and Dinah ran off to begin a new life for themselves and eventually stumbled onto The HALA.

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-Dinah

Full Name: Dinah Ruth Grady

Birthday: June 27

Occupation: Barrelman (Crow’s nest), Meteorologist

Backstory: Being a labeled a “wild one” due to having a few tattoos and a couple of piercings, Dinah has actually always been a sweetheart. She grew up climbing trees and taking gymnastics, but eventually took up meteorology for a career path. Dinah had always been known for being beautiful, but she wanted to show others that there was much more to her than a pretty face. When her heart was stolen by Jung Wooyoung, she knew she wanted to be with him for the rest of her days, but she’s always there for him when he needs someone to hold. The two of them eventually joined The HALA, and were the last ones to join, completing the crew. Dinah was appointed the barrelman due to her knowledgable in detecting the weather, noticing things really well, and being able to use her agility to climb up the crow’s nest.

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-Jongho

Full Name: Choi Jong Ho

Birthday: October 12

Occupation: Gunman, Pyrotechnic

Backstory: Jongho had a rough childhood. When he was seven, both of his parents were killed in a car accident, which sent him to live with his aunt and uncle and cousins. He was often neglected, and eventually led him to be a troublemaker, often getting his hands on matches and fireworks. When he was in middle school, he was sent to counseling and his mentor waisted no time in helping Jongho get back on his feet. His mentor was also a gunman, so he taught Jongho how put his pyrotechnic skills to good use. Once Jongho was able to go off on his own, he ran from home, and sneaked onto The HALA, but not without Dahae noticing and taking him to Hongjoong. Since then, Jongho has been in charge of the weaponry on The HALA. He might have a short temper sometimes, but he’s learned to control it greatly.

Cast of Characters//Ch. 1//Ch. 2//Ch. 3//Ch. 4//Ch. 5//Ch. 6//Ch. 7//Ch. 8//Ch. 9//Ch. 10//Ch. 11//Ch. 12//Ch. 13//Ch. 14//Ch. 15//Ch. 16//Ch. 17//Ch. 18//Ch. 19//Ch. 20//Ch. 21//Ch. 22//Ch. 23//Ch. 24//Ch. 25//Ch. 26//Ch. 27//Ch. 28 (coming soon)

A/N: I’m sorry if some of these backstories seemed vague. I just wanted to make a basic explanation of how each member got onto The HALA.

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marklandfinancial · 4 years ago

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Letter from my future self!

At Markland Financial, we believe that your mindset is as responsible for your financial health as any other single factor. One of the most important things to helping make good financial decisions is perspective. But if we are 18, we can be too young to consider the future; at 80, we have more perspective (and wisdom) but less time to apply it. Wouldn’t it be nice if the older you could share some of their thoughts with you today?

Below, i took a shot at composing a letter to myself as a thought starter for you. It is not comprehensive, it is not accurate (my wife’s name isn’t Josephenia!) and it is definitely not perfect. But even just doing an example one has given me perspective on my own life (I’ll call a few more buddies today, just to check in on them) and I think it will help you as well.

Don’t get too caught up in thinking about this, don’t try and add details that may or may not come true, just consider where Future You is and what you are doing (or can be doing) so that they are grateful for what did versus having too many regrets? Feel free to reach out with questions on how to write the letter if you have any! #MarklandFinancial

Dear Matt,

Hello! ��It is me, well, rather it is you, writing to you from the future and I just wanted to share a few things with you and let you know how much I appreciate some of the things you did for me back in the day! As you know, you are currently unemployed and, while you are confident in your plan to take care of your family, we both know you are a little apprehensive. Suffice it to say, you end up okay. I don’t want to spoil it for you but keep up your website and side hustle, that leads to some interesting opportunities later and leaving retail ends up being the BEST THING that could have happened to you professionally. Trust me.

You are currently married to Josephenia and, I am happy to say, you are still going strong today! Bobby has become so self-sufficient, it is scary but he is needing a vehicle and college isn’t too far away. I am happy that mom left some money for any educational needs Harry has but I really wish you had started saving earlier for his car. We probably will be getting him something he can learn in, so we didn’t need a lot, but that extra car payment could have been avoided. Ahh well, such is life!

On the positive side, however, your early retirement savings are going to come in very handy in the extremely near future. And the fact that the house is just about paid off will free up another $1k a month or so for living expenses so you and Meg will be safe and comfortable for your golden years. I do have to say, though, that if you had put away a little more and maybe done with less Molina’s, that trip to Europe you are eying wouldn’t feel so far out of your financial comfort zone right now. Nothing to be done about it now, but I do wish you had eaten a little less Jose’s dip and put a little more in the travel fund!

Speaking of Jose’s dip, health wise, I’d say we are okay. We are on a few meds and still need to lose a few pounds, like always. The biggest thing is our knees, not in the greatest shape. It would be good if you lost those lbs. sooner rather than later to help prevent them from bothering me every night but it could be worse. I will say that cutting back on your drinking would be a good idea to help drive those pounds out. Such empty calories and you do not need that much booze these days so why not slow down now rather than later? And good thing Jo made us eat healthy, I am in a much better situation than many of my friends and family!

Ah, friends and family! We keep in touch with our best friends. Of course, we have lost one or two along the way but that is part of life, isn’t it? I am not going to share who because that would be terrible information to know but I did have regrets in not reaching out to them and being closer, and that has led me to try and really prioritize my top members of the tribe and stay connected to them for the rest of my life. I do not want any more regrets like that!

Well, that is about it for now. I cannot give away too much, otherwise, you could cheat and bet on sports and win a billion dollars on the Browns winning the Super Bowl in 202…. not giving you that year, that would make life too easy for you! But before I go, I want to let you know of a few regrets I /we have.

Not spending as much time with Mom on the ranch before she passed. Wasting money on things that do not mean that much, I really wish we had spent more on experiences and not stuff, you know? That wasted money could be paying for that trip to the space station that Bobby is asking about and would come in handy. But that is a small thing, nothing too worrisome; you did alright.

Take care, stay safe, cut back on the booze and, when you see that random lady, make sure to ask if she is okay. You will know what I mean.

Matt

#FutureSelf #Futureyou #empoweringwomen #budgeting #personalfinance #marklandfinancial #triptoaspacestation #keepintouch #bestlife

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river1983 · 6 years ago

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Prompt #38

Requested by @thatdaughterofabitch , thanks for the request! :)

Ship: Destiel

BACKGROUND: Dean Winchester was a renowned serial killer, responsible for the deaths of 23 innocent lives just this year. His total death count was at 104, and he’s been on the FBI’s Most Wanted list for two years.

Castiel is also a serial killer, with a death count of only 47, but the method of murder was something out of a TV show.

A/N: I’m really sorry if this is completely not what you were looking for.

TRIGGER WARNING: Graphic depictions of violence: murder, mutilation (cutting) PLEASE don’t read if you are uncomfortable.

I’m going to sound like a physco with the descriptive words and overall dialogue of this fic...so DISCLAIMER: IM NOT A MURDERER, JUST A WRITER...WE WRITERS HAVE TO ACCESS THE INNER KILLER SOMETIMES WE’RE WEIRD BUT THIS IS TUMBLR EVERYONE’S WEIRD

DISCLAIMER 2: THIS IS NOT A FLUFFY FIC! It has a lot of violence and overall not good things. Destiel is in it, but there’s a lot of murder.

The language is a probably-translated-wrong version of Enochian. I will put the English translations up here.

**when spelling, Enochian is spelled backwards. So, ‘dean’ would be ‘nead’**

ELASA BIAB ADAGITA BOLAPE VIRUDEN: You are to be beautified

A A DOOAIN DE ELO: In the name of God

Prux, Med, Don: Ron (Spelled backwards)

Ur, Graph, Gon: L, E, I

Gisg, Fam, Un, Veh: T, S, A C

Ome gahalana ooaoana el manada: We will see one another

“Serial Killer AU”

Dean stares at the TV in anger as he saw this infamous Castiel appear on the screen again. The headliner read: INFAMOUS SERIAL KILLER BRUTALLY MURDERS FAMILY OF 4. Dean rolled his eyes as he sharpened his blade, listening to the newscaster as she spoke.

“This just in, the death count increases due to the infamous killer on the loose, named Castiel, who recently murdered and mutilated a woman in Lebanon, Kansas. The pictures and footage are disturbing, viewer discretion is advised.”

The pictures appeared on the screen, and even Dean had to admit, it was art. He paused the screen to look closer at the carvings. They were just like the ones before, on other victims. He had found the language, Enochian, but has yet to be able to translate them.

The screen changed to a video. Finally! Dean thought as he leaned closer.

He’d been hunting this Castiel for weeks, trying to kill him so he could add to his reputation. Yeah, he could kill an ordinary, insignificant human, but why not another serial killer? And no, he wasn’t obsessed...at least that’s what he told himself.

He had yet to find out what Cas looked like, which made him so hard to find. The guy was a real genius, even though it pained Dean to admit it. His carvings were so clean you’d think he was a doctor.

The video showed a man in a entirely black outfit. Black trench coat, dress shirt, dress pants, and tie. His dark, tousled hair looked unkempt but not necessarily bad on him. He had piercingly blue eyes, and a malicious smile. Dean was intrigued.

Castiel whipped around his victim, who was tied to a table, stretched for minimal movement. “Elasa biab adagita bolape viruden.”

He took out a weird looking knife, pointed at the end but expands outward, almost like a detailed cone on top of a handle. The victim’s arms and legs were exposed, and Castiel poised his blade on top of the exposed flesh.

“A a dooain de elo.”

Then he started to cut into the flesh, carving out one of the letters shown in the pictures.

The video cut off after that, but Dean had the mental image in his head of this man, so he cut off the TV. He got up and sat at his desk, picking up his notebook dedicated to Castiel. He stared at the pictures of the carvings on a different victim, trying to piece what the letters meant.

Castiel cleaned his blade as he stepped away from his latest victim. She had died quickly. He set his blade down and picked up a rag to clean the wounds he created, making sure no blood seeped out the dams of skin he severed, that his cuts stayed clean and precise.

When he was done, he left the body there for the cops to find--for Dean to find.

He first heard about Dean on the news when he murdered a group of skateboarders/graffiti artists. He had poured the spray paint into their mouths, causing them to choke on their own form of art. Not the way Castiel would have done it, but he fascinated Castiel.

He knew Dean was after him, and the reasons. His death by Dean’s hand would do great things for his reputation. Cas didn’t mind--it saved him the work of going after Dean himself.

He got back to his home and immediately went to his desk and opened his notebook dedicated to Enochian language, looking over the notes he accumulated over the years.

He first found the language while he was researching for a paper for his English class. It was an ancient dialect, thought to be the lost language of the angels. He fell in love with it, studied it until he became fluent in speech and writing. In fact, it inspired him to kill.

Castiel did not have a bad childhood. He was not an abnormal kid. He played sports, excelled in school, and wanted to be a entomologist. He was, however, a little weird, per say. He had been intrigued with the concept of death at a young age, found studying nonfiction murder mystery books and listening to podcasts about famous murders and murderers. H. H Holmes intrigued him the most. He thought it was genius using a house as a place of murder. He loved the concept of sneaking around a building in secret corridors with different rooms for different murders, no one ever suspecting anything. It was genius.

But Enochian and learning it was the final push for him. He was 26 at this time, and found his first victim at a park, simple and easy. Followed him until he got home, and killed him in his house. He lived alone, so it made no sense to drag him out of a perfectly fine place of death. He had written three Enochian Letters: Prux, Med, Don. The victim’s name. So, ever since, that’s what he did. He found ordinary people and did this to them, sketched their names into their bodies. He didn’t find joy in it, per say, but more of a feeling of content.

This was his calling.

Sure, it was ironic and cliché to used God’ s name while he killed, but it wasn’t because he was a believer. It was because of the language. Nothing about what he was doing should be credited to God.

Subconsciously he muttered his name in Enochian.

“Ur, Graph, Gon…”

He traced the picture of Dean he had gotten from the news. “Gisg, Fam, Un, Veh.”

He smiled. “Ome gahalana ooaoana el manada, Winchester.”

Dean’s childhood was full of abuse and being thrown into a role of responsibility too early. He had three siblings: Adam, Sam, and Jo. His mom died in a fire when he was only six, Jo was four, Adam two and Sam only six months. His father was not the same after the incident, leaving Dean to care for his siblings when he was only six. His father drank and hit him all the time, calling him worthless and the cause of his mother’s death. Dean never said anything, just bottled up the anger and pushed on--he had three kids to look after.

After Sam finally went to college and Dean was on his own, his anger towards his father finally surfaced. He had killed his father by forcing him to chug six bottles of whiskey--not that it was that hard. No one had ever suspected he had anything to do with his father’s death.

Dean was hooked. The adrenaline he felt from taking life from another human was almost like being high. He couldn’t stop.

So, that’s what he did. He didn’t have a day job, but had enough stolen money to last him the rest of his life. He didn’t kill for the money, or the reputation. He killed because he was addicted to it.

Dean ran his hand over his notes with a sigh. If he wasn't trying to murder Castiel for the rep, why was he after him? He didn’t even know of he had money or not, though its unlikely that he wouldn’t.

Dean knew the answer to that question, but he hated it.

He felt drawn to Cas somehow. Maybe it was the way he killed, carving ancient letters into people’s skin. Maybe it was because his devotion to his art of murder. He didn’t know what, but it was something. He wanted to kill him because Castiel was a distraction, and Dean Winchester couldn’t afford distractions.

He skimmed his notes again, looking back and forth between the scrawls of Enochian and the precise, beautiful carves in the picture. He looked back and forth again, then smiled. “Found it.” He muttered to himself, grin on his face.

He quickly scrawled the English translation onto the picture, then stared at it.

He stared at them, not able to make sense of them. What would “edaj” mean?

He looked at his notes again, seeing the small note he had written.

Enochian is spelled right to left.

He looked at it again, and got it.

It was a name, presumably of the victim. If he translated the rest of the victims he would probably see their names too.

Dean spun around to get his laptop. He would research Jade and see if he could find where she lived, and hopefully this could lead to Castiel’s location.

Dean turned on the news after 4 hours of research. Jade’s location was in Chicago, but her murder took place in Lebanon. The most recent victim’s death was also in Lebanon. He wasn't able to find out more, but he decided he would start there. He would pack a bag and ride to Lebanon, which wasn't too far from where he was now.

Dean laughed. He had sworn he would never go back there, not after he murdered his father. It wasn't because of his father’s death, but because it was where his life went to hell.

But to meet Castiel...it’d be worth it.

The newscaster came on the screen.

“There seems to be a message from Castiel, infamous murderer, to another well known serial killer, Dean Winchester here in Lebanon--”

Dean’s mouth dropped open as he paused the screen, processing that information. Castiel knew about him? And left a message? His brain was trying to process it, and he hadn't even seen the message yet. He unpaused the screen.

“--Kansas. It seems to be in the same ancient language seen in his mutilations. Here’s the message:”

Dean scrambled to get his pen and notebook then paused the screen on the message, reading it first.

WINCHESTER, I KNOW YOU’VE BEEN LOOKING FOR ME. LET’S MEET.

GRAPH FAM VAN MED NA FAM’TAL MED TAL DON VAN MED GON

A/N: I can’t copy and paste the actual Enochian letters--so sorry about that!

Dean reread the message. The letters telling him where to meet Castiel was in Enochian letters, so Dean got to work translating. It didn't take him as long as he thought, only thirty minutes, but he got the message. He stared at it for a significant amount of time before taking a deep breath, grabbing his bag, then getting in his impala.

The message?

YOUR MOM’S HOUSE

Castiel sat in Dean’s old house, his victim tied to a chair at the moment, gagged because he wouldn't stop pleading. He was sure Dean would be here soon, he had to have learned Enochian by now if he was following Castiel all this time. He didn’t know why he cared so much about Dean, but he did. He had researched him, the brief semi-bio written by his sibling, Sam. He assumed that his siblings knew of Dean’s murderous tendencies, but haven't turned him in because of sentiment. Castiel had found out about this house from his biography, learned about his upbringing, and numerous facts that led Castiel to invoking Dean. He wanted to meet the man.

A few hours later, he heard the door open. He took his blade, them stood in the hallway, meeting a pair of bright green eyes staring back at him.

Castiel was taken aback. He’d seen Dean numerous times, but something about seeing him in person hit him like a truck.

“Hello Dean.”

Dean Winchester met his eyes at the same intensity. “Cas.”

Castiel cocked his head at the nickname. “Cas?”

Dean shrugged. “Your name’s too long.”

He walked down the hallway, standing right in front of Castiel. “So,”

“So.”

“Why’d you call me here? How did you know about it? About me?”

“I’ll tell you soon...first I have to deal with someone.”

He turned and went back to the room with the victim in it.

Dean followed him. Cas stopped in front of the man in the chair, taking out his blade.

“Your victim?” Dean asked.

“Isn’t it obvious?”

Dean rolled his eyes. “Is it okay if I watch?”

Castiel nodded. “I want you to.”

Dean stepped back, getting a good view of Castiel as he did his work.

Cas pressed the tip of the blade onto the skin of the victim as he screamed behind the gag, but not moving.

“Elasa biab adagita bolape viruden.”

Dean recognized the words. It was on the last video shown on the news.

“A a dooain de elo.”

Then Castiel started his work. He looked like he was in a trance, focused only on the skin underneath his blade and fingertips and the language he was etching into them. Nothing else existed. Dean understood that.

It took an hour, but Cas finally finished, stabbed the man cleanly through the chest, then turned to Dean, cleaning his blade.

“You’re a genius.” Dean blurted. “I mean, clearly an artist.”

Castiel smiled. “Thank you Dean.”

He turned examining the cuts he made. “I don’t have much to clean up--we can talk afterward. Here, if you’re comfortable.”

Dean nodded. “I’m fine.”

As Castiel cleaned, Dean took a moment to take in his whole appearance. Every thing about the man screamed dominance. He had a certain aura around him that drew Dean in. It was impossible not to be drawn in. he was like a black hole.

Cas turned. “Follow me.”

Dean nodded. “I know this house, Cas--I lived in it for a chunk of my life.”

Castiel shrugged. “You have a point.”

They arrived in the living room, and sat across from each other. they stared for a while, not saying anything.

“I read about you.” Cas said suddenly.

Dean raised an eyebrow, asking to elaborate.

“Your brother, Samuel, had a small biography about you. I also saw you on the news. Your method of murder...it’s fascinating. Brilliant, though not my personal method.”

Dean scoffed. “There’s no thought behind my methods. You, however, have such precision...I was watching you now. It’s a bit of an honor.”

Cas laughed. God, he had a beautiful laugh...what?

“The language...I fell in love with it. It’s interesting.”

Dean huffed. “That it is. How’d you learn it? I could barely decipher your message.”

Cas smiled. “It took several years...I’m surprised you learned as much as you did so quickly.”

“Yeah well, I wanted to meet you.”

Dean blushed a little. “So, is my method the reason why you called me out?”

Castiel seemed stopped cold by the question. “I...I just...wanted to meet you.” He said. “I felt, drawn to you, to be completely honest.”

Dean sucked in a breath. He couldn’t believe this. “Well, the feeling is returned, Cas.”

“I like that, Cas. It’s much easier to say than ‘Castiel.’”

The two men looked at each other, unsure what to say. This wasn’t turning out how he imagined.

Castiel didn’t know what to do. to be honest, he really wanted to kiss the man. There was no use denying it--Dean fascinated him. No one’s captured that Castiel’s interest in all of his life. But Dean...he was truly worthy of attention.

Castiel debated with himself whether he should so something about it or not. He hated how he was acting like a high schooler about this, but he had just met the man.

“Fuck it.” Castiel said.

He leaned in towards Dean, and met his lips. Dean’s eyes widened, but he didn't pull away. He relaxed, and kissed back.

Cas leaned back into his chair, meeting Dean’s widened, shocked eyes.

“I--Cas--”

“That’s the the real reason I reached out to you. I...want to consider a partnership.”

Dean laughed. “Actual partners in crime, in both senses of the phrase?”

Cas laughed. “I guess so.”

Dean smiled and looked down. “Sure, Cas.”

Castiel stood up, kissing Dean again. “Anyone who says serial killers are emotionless are wrong.”

Dean nodded. “We’re still breaking the law.”

Castiel shrugged. “Do you care?”

Dean picked up Castiel’s blade and handed it to him. “Nope.”

that’s it! I got stuck on this story a bit lol. I know a little bit about Enochian letters, but I couldn’t transcribe the actual letters in this story, so the language in this is probably completely wrong. Anyway, hope you guys don’t think I’m a serial killer now hahaha. thanks for reading :)

-river

#destiel fanfic #destiel #destiel fanfiction #serial killer au #au #alternate universe #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #otp prompts #writing prompts #prompts #im not a murderer i swear #jada writes stuff

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SABRINA POLAT ---> 27 --> FUNERAL APPRENTICE --> AMITY PARK

Species: Gifted Human Sexuality: Unsure Pronouns: She/Her Favorite Song: simpler times by Kacey Musgraves Big Three: Caner sun, Scorpio moon, Pisces rising

depression tw, mentions of suicidal thoughts tw, miscarriage tw

sabrina has only ever known sadness. all gifts aside, she was crying the moment she was born. she was a fussy baby, she didn’t know how to express herself any other way, and her gift in a way was supposed to help her parents understand her tears, but that never really worked. instead, they just cried and got frustrated until they had to remove themselves from her entirely to catch their breaths. they were always trying to get sabrina to look on the bright side and to just be happy, but the more they tried to force it on her, the more tears were wept.

she wasn’t always sad. she had moments where she felt happiness and fear and disgust and frustration, but most of the time there was a stormy cloud over her head. she tried to keep it to herself, she really did, but she had so little control over her gift that she would affect others without even thinking about it. she was bullied constantly for it.

and then she met alex. he was angry and constantly getting into trouble, but when sabrina was around him, his emotions never changed. he stayed him. and that was what led to a beautiful friendship. they were each others protectors and when their other friends were added to the mix, it was nice that they could all share a common ground because of their gifts. still at the end of the day, it was just sabrina and alex when they needed each other the most.

being diagnosed with depression was...what it was. it wasn’t an eye-opener to sabrina, but the medication did help for the most part. made her so-called gift a bit more unstable, but at least she could get out of bed.

riley really was the game changer. they were so complex and so sad and sabrina just wanted to comfort them. she never felt this way before; sort of mom-like? but she was. she told riley and herself that she was going to get out of bed every day for her, and for a long time that rang true. she started doing things like a normal person, just a sad little comment coming out her lips every now and then.

her sort of social life was the beginning of the end though, because she met hans that way. she was struggling with school still, deciding her future and college and all that, and he was charming and kind. they dated for two years before things took a bad turn. he had convinced her to stop taking her meds and she did it because she was in love and had never been before (at least she didnt realize it before). he was her first everything. her first kiss, first time, and her first pregnancy scare. the scare turning to be true was enough to send them both on an emotional whirlwind but when sabrina lost the baby....there was no recovering. he ended things with her and she was a hollow shell of who she used to be. it took almost an entire year to get her out of her home, but luckily, alex was there for her again. they moved to amity park. away from anything and everything that could hurt her or remind her of it.

life in amity park was overstimulating at first. it was noisy and there were people everywhere, but it really pushed sabrina to go out of her comfort zone again, this time back on her medication and in a stable home. she got herself a job in one of the saddest environments possible, but she did good work there. she could be herself and help people deal with their pain and she just loved that she was making something out of what she considered a curse for the longest time.

still, she visits echo creek all the time. most of her friends are still there and she loves them so much that she can’t just not see them all the time. even though her and jo are weird sometimes, she really does like being around ALL of her friends.

she has learned that crying doesn’t have to be weakness. she cries freely for every emotion she feels and doesn’t feel as much shame as she used to. she cries after every single movie she sees. tv shows too. she just has a lot of feelings.

she doesn’t really talk to her parents much anymore, unless it is about her medication. she is fortunate that they still help her with medical things, but other than that....radio silence.

she secretly loves the metal music that alex blasts around the house. she has a tendency to listen to a lot of sad girl music, but she still has a playlist of alex’s favorite songs on her spotify. she has one for each friend of hers, actually. so when she is alone and upset she can listen to the music that makes her think of her friends.

even though everything she went through with hans was hard, she still has a small belief that there is someone out there for her. she still wants a family someday, and to be loved as much as she loves. she doesn’t really date easily and she doesn’t sleep with anyone she doesn’t have a connection with, but she is trying to put herself out there more, so who knows.

despite life being against her, she does try to be more social. she smiles more, she dresses up cute thanks to daria, and she just tries to take it all one day at a time. there are moments where she gets into her funks, where she is ready to just end it all and have that be that, but she has an amazing support system and she is grateful for them.

#💧 it's all i've been told; i'm heavy to hold || hcs.#intro #animaniahqintro #miscarriage tw #depression tw

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Hi! Love all the fics you guys write :) could you guys do one where Jo and Alex were together before Alex even started his intern year? Like idk they met somehow while Jo was in college & Alex was in led school and started dating. Everyone tries to hook up with Alex but he’s got this super secret girlfriend that everyone makes fun of him for. They could still have a large age gap or they could be like a year or two apart. Basically, I just want to see Alex holding out for Jo and being super proud & showing her off when she gets into the residency program.

the one where they met in med school - part one

So... we absolutely LOVED this prompt, took it and ran with it. This originally was supposed to be a one-shot, but it kind of grew out of control and became what it is now.

This fic was written by @iamtrebleclefstories (Leya), @doc-pickles (Nina), and tumblr-less Nat

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(July 2006)

“Hey! I miss you,” Jo smiled as she talked into the phone. “How was your first week as an intern?”

“Honestly? It sucked. But it was also amazing. I don’t know if that makes sense,” Alex replied, shrugging although he knew she couldn’t see him. “And for the record, I miss you more.”

“That’s impossible. You’re so busy you don’t even have time to miss me,” Jo chuckled. “Me on them other hand? My life revolves around school and studying. Studying isn’t as fun without you around. I miss our study dates.”

“I do too,” Alex sighed. He really did miss her. A lot. All the time. He’d only been living in Seattle for a month and it was definitely a challenge. He really didn’t know how he was going to make it through the next year without her. “But at least you have Lexie there. You’re not completely alone.”

“Yeah you’ve got a point,” Jo hummed. “But Lexie doesn’t do all the things for me that you do, if you know what I mean.”

Alex groaned, “Stop it. We’re way too far away from each other to do this. I need you so bad right now and I can’t have you and it sucks.”

“Tell me about it,” Jo agreed. She couldn’t believe how far they’d come. She and Alex had been together for about 2 ½ years now. In all that time, they’d been attached at the hip. He was her best friend and she was his. It was odd not seeing him everyday. It was unnatural to sleep without him beside her at night like he’d been doing for years. “I have a week-long break next month though and I was thinking of coming to visit. I’ve saved up a bunch of money from tutoring undergrads.”

“Would it be bad of me to just keep you locked up in my apartment the whole time you’re here, because that sounds appealing,” Alex’s words sparked a string of laughter from Jo, making him sigh down the line. “I miss hearing your laugh and that makes me feel pathetic. It feels like I’m in one of those stupid rom coms you and Lexie forced me to watch all the time.” “We didn’t force you, you readily agreed to it, Karev,” Lexie’s voice echoed faintly in the background, Jo shushing her as the two bickered quietly.

“Am I on speaker?”

“Um… maybe?” Jo shrugged, knowing that he couldn’t see her through the phone. “You can’t possibly be embarrassed. Lexie has seen and heard worse from you.”

“I sure have,” Lexie yelled out from her spot across the room. “Keep going! Don’t let me stop you from being all mushy and talking about how much you miss Jo.”

Alex rolled his eyes, “Keep your comments to yourself, let me enjoy my girlfriend for a little while please.”

“So, tell me. Did you make any friends yet?” Jo asked.

“What is this? Middle school?” Alex scoffed. “I’m not here to make friends. I’m here to become a surgeon. A kickass, rich, plastic surgeon.”

“Yes I’m sure between the scut work and the enemas you have plenty of time to dream about all the money you’re gonna make,” Jo giggled down the line.

“Oh, you just wait. When you’re an intern I’m going to have you doing all my scut,” Alex warned playfully. “You’ll be sorry for making fun of my career aspirations.”

“I just can’t see you going into plastics,” Jo confessed, a large grin on her face. “Not that you wouldn’t be good at it, but I just don’t see it. Maybe general or ortho!”

“General? Wow I didn’t realize you thought so little of me,” Alex leaned back onto the brick wall behind him as he listened to the sounds of Jo’s quiet laughter.

“Hey, there’s nothing wrong with general,” Jo insisted. She groaned as she saw the time. The worst part about Alex moving across the country was the time difference. “I wish I could talk more, but I really have to get ready for bed. I will try to call you tomorrow evening.”

“I’m on-call tomorrow,” Alex revealed sadly. “I hate this. I went from going to bed next to you every night to struggling to even find some time during the day to talk.”

“I know,” Jo sighed. “I hate it, too. Of course I wish you were here, but I am so proud of you. You’re living the dream right now, Alex. If that means I have to miss you for a little while, so be it.”

God, he really loved this woman. Alex smiled and clutched the phone tightly, “I love you. So much.”

“I love you too,” Jo answered. It still made her heart beat quickly whenever she heard him say those words. He’d been the first person to ever say them to her and mean it. “Go kick some ass.”

“I will,” Alex chuckled. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

Alex hung up his phone and sighed as he walked back into the bar across the street from the hospital. He walked back up to the group of his fellow interns and ordered a beer, staring at his phone for a moment before finally putting it back in his pocket.

“What’s up with you?” Yang asked. “You look all, mopey.”

“It’s nothing,” Alex shook his head.

“No, she’s right. You look depressed,” Grey seconded.

“I’m fine,” Alex took a swig of his beer. “I’m just a little homesick.”

“You know what will cheer you up? Getting laid. You see that girl over there,” Yang pointed to a woman across the bar with red hair and blue eyes. “She’s been eyeing you for a while now. I’m sure if you asked she’d say yes.”

“I don’t need to get laid,” Alex narrowed his eyes at her. “I’m fine.”

“No, you’re uptight. Isn’t he Stevens?” Yang asked the woman he’d identified as Dr. Model.

“He is,” Stevens nodded, laying her hand on Alex’s shoulder. “I know we’ve only known each other for like a week, but this is the most disappointed and depressed that I’ve seen you. And that’s saying a lot, considering that we are surgical interns and basically slaves to the hospital.”

"I'm not depressed and I do not need to get laid," Alex grumbled, taking a swig of his beer. "If you must know, I was on the phone with my girlfriend."

"Evil Spawn has a girlfriend?" Cristina raised an eyebrow. "I didn't take you for a relationship type guy."

"Neither did I, but then I met her. So, just stop pestering and let me mope in peace."

"Wow. Karev has a heart," O'Malley chuckled and took a sip of his drink. "I didn't see that one coming."

“Oh screw you guys, why don’t you go get laid? Being so invested in someone else’s love life has gotta be a sign that you need to get some.”

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(August 2003)

“Hey! You’re Jo right?”

Jo turned around to see a young woman with short brown hair and brown eyes smiling at her. Jo outstretched her hand, “Yes. I’m Jo. You’re Lexie, my lab partner right?”

“Yup! It’s so nice to officially meet you,” Lexie shook Jo’s hand.

She seemed like a sweet and perky person. The exact kind of person that Jo didn’t normally associate with. For the longest time, Jo didn’t have any friends or get attached to anyone. She had two friends the entirety of her undergrad and typically didn’t look to make any more. Jo supposed it would be nice to have someone, "It's nice to meet you, too."

(September 2003)

"I can't believe you actually did that!" Jo exclaimed as she and Lexie walked down to the lab. "You became another one of Karev's conquests."

"Honestly, I don't even regret it," Lexie confessed, a large smile on her face. "There is a reason why Leah is so hung up on him. He knows what he's doing. You should go for it. Sleeping with him is like a right of passage or something."

"Ew, no way," Jo faked a gag. "He's an ass. I have much higher standards than Alex Karev."

They entered the lab to find the program's resident man-whore going over some samples. Jo had to admit, he was pretty hot. Alex Karev was cocky and charming and incredibly intelligent. He was always getting the highest grades and was every professor's favorite student. She was into him. But she'd never say it out loud.

"Hey, Lexie," Alex smirked as they walked over to their stations. He gave Jo a once over and looked at her with one of his signature crooked grins. "Hello Lexie's friend. You got a name?"

Jo considered staying quiet but finally decided to respond, "Jo Wilson."

"Nice, I like chicks with boys' names."

"Karev, " Lexie warned.

"What? I do. It's hot," Alex shrugged.

"Alex, stop sleeping with all the first years. It ruins them," Lexie admonished.

"I slept with you," Alex pointed out.

"Yeah, and it's never going to happen again. Besides, Jo's my best friend," Lexie shrugged. "I'm protective of her."

(October 2003)

“I told you I didn’t need you to follow me,” Jo grumbled. “I can take care of myself.”

"Calm down, princess. There's no need to get your panties in a twist," Alex rolled his eyes at Jo who'd been yelling at him for the past few minutes. They'd been studying with a group of friends in the library when Jo decided to leave and Alex offered to walk her home. “I just don’t think you should be walking home alone with that fancy watch on your wrist that daddy probably gifted you. Can’t risk someone mugging the princess.”

"Stop calling me princess!" Jo shouted, turning to face Alex as anger bubbled up inside of her. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself for a moment. "My mother left me at a fire station when I was two weeks old. I got bumped around foster homes until I was sixteen when I took matters into my own hands and started living out of a car. I parked it behind the gym of my high school so I could sneak in and use the showers before class. My home ec teacher--Ms. Schmidt--she’d let me do my laundry there for free. And yeah, I got into good schools because I worked my ass off. And when I walked across that stage at graduation, I didn’t have a cheering section filled with my richy-rich family. I had one person, Ms. Schmidt. That’s it. She’s the one who gave me this watch when I got into Med School. Her son works for the company.”

Alex had the decency to look down at the ground ashamed. He walked up to the wall Jo was leaning against and stood beside her, “It is a nice watch.”

“Thanks.”

The next time they see each other, things are different. Understanding Jo’s background gave Alex a deeper appreciation for her work ethic. Even though they were in different years, Alex found himself seeking Jo out for projects and studying. Being around her made him want to be better. He wanted to excel in ways he hadn’t in the past. And that said a lot, considering he was already at the top of his class.

So that’s why when he saw her sitting at the bar a couple weeks later, he decided to join her. They’d had an argument earlier in the day where some things were said. Alex walked up to the bar and grinned at the bartender, “A beer for me and another round for Hobo Jo. Let me guess… Thunderbird or is it straight paint thinner?” Alex looked back up at the bartender. “You got a little brown paper bag you can put that in?”

“Would you stop,” Jo sighed and looked at Alex. “I had no parents. I lived in my car. Yes I have trust issues, it comes with the territory.”

“You need to stop acting like you’re the only person who ever had a crappy childhood,” Alex rolled his eyes slightly.

“Oh yeah? How many foster homes did you get kicked out of before you moved into your car?”

“Seventeen. And I didn’t live in my car. I went to juvie,” Alex took a sip of his drink.

“Stop making fun of me,” Jo shook her head.

“I’m not.”

Jo’s face scrunched in interest, “Really?”

“And you’re actually lucky that your folks abandoned you. It means you didn’t have to watch your schizo mom go after your baby brother with a steak knife.”

“Fine, fair,” Jo conceded. “But you never woke up in the middle of the night with junkies banging on your bedroom windshield, praying they’d get tired or bored before they put a rock through a window.”

“No, I didn’t,” Alex shook his head in response. “Because the junkie was my dad and he didn’t break windows, just fingers.”

“Well, did you ever have foster parents that made you and nineteen other kids sleep on cots in the basement? Locking the doors, lights out, so that if you had to pee in the middle of the night, you had to use buckets they set up along the wall. Buckets you couldn’t see because if you turned the lights on, the bigger kids would hold you down and take those buckets and--” Jo’s voice cracked slightly.

Alex bowed his head in sadness, “God… no, never.”

“Me neither,” Jo shrugged. “Saw it in a movie on cable.”

Alex’s mouth twitched into a shocked grin as he let out a few chuckles, “How did you get cable in your car?”

“I don’t live in my car anymore, jerk,” Jo giggled lightly.

Her story must’ve done the trick to break the ice because before they knew it, Jo and Alex were well on their way to becoming best of friends. They laughed and joked together for hours, even going as far as fake crying to get out of paying their tab.

“You know, you’re not half bad, Karev,” Jo grinned as she and Alex walked out of the bar. She clutched the sides of Alex’s jacket which he had so kindly allowed her to borrow. “I actually had a lot of fun tonight.”

“So did I, Wilson,” Alex smiled back at her. “What do you say we grab some tacos and eat them in the back of my truck?”

“Sounds great to me.”

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Happy holidays @fuckitimfangirling from @goldscribbles! This is an unconventional take on the soulmate trope. I've never thought about this idea before, so I found myself with a lot of questions and tried to work through them in this piece. I'm not sure if this is what you were looking for, but I did my best and hopefully you like it!

Kai steps out of the dim room into the hallway squinting at the light, his body loose and pleasantly aching from the massage.

“How are you feeling?” a soft voice asks.

He looks at his massage therapist, a short young woman with dark hair, who is holding a glass of water in her hand. Something is off with his vision. He rubs his eyes, but the slight blurriness still lingers.

The woman smiles, extending the glass to him. “Take your time. It can be hard adjusting to the light.”

“Thanks.” He takes the offered water from her, their fingers barely grazing, and color explodes across his retinas.

“Mr. Parker? Mr. Parker!”

He’s surprised to find himself on his knees (when did he fall?), his pants damp along his shins as it presses into the soaked carpet. She’s holding him by he forearms, and he finds his grip on her is equally tight. Her skin is no longer gray, but a warmer color he doesn’t know. The contrast between his skin tone and hers is more dramatic than he previously thought. What does the rest of her look like? He manages to drag his eyes up and what little air is left in his body is knocked out when he gazes into her panicked, vibrant eyes.

“Sir, are you alright? Oh god—”

He tries to tell her about the colors, but he’s lost control of his tongue and can only sputter helplessly. When he feels her pulling away, he panics, tightening his grip on her. “N-no. Wait.”

“Mr. Parker, I’m going to call for help. I’ll be right—”

“What’s your name?” He’s sure she told him an hour ago, and he could kick himself for forgetting something so important.

“Bonnie,” she answers with a forced calm. “Do you remember where you are?”

“How old are you?”

“I’m sorry?”

“You’re just so young.”

She tenses up. “Mr. Parker, I should be the one asking—”

“Call me Kai,” he says, desperate to remove the formalities between them. His eyes dart all over her face, taking everything in. “It’s you. I can’t believe I finally found you.”

She eyes at him warily. “Okay, Kai. I think you’ve just had a stroke. I need to call an ambulance to get you checked out.”

He laughs breathlessly. “What?”

“You fell down suddenly and couldn’t speak.”

“I was shocked.”

She tilts her head. “About what?”

“The colors, Bonnie! Don’t you see them?”

Bonnie yanks herself out of his hands and steps back. “No, I don’t.”

The colors dim.

“Jo! Come deal with your other half,” Luke shouts as he drops Kai’s dead weight on the living room couch.

Alaric sighs, before picking up the twins. “C’mon girls. Uncle Kai had too much grape juice again.”

“Nuh uh. ‘s agave,” Kai mumbles into the cushions.

“What did Kai do now?” Jo sighs, walking down the stairs.

“Luke could’ve been talking about me.” Alaric pouts. “I married you.”

“And that was the best decision you’ve ever made.” She pecks her daughters on their heads, before kissing him. “But the drunk on our couch is the guy I shared a womb with, so technically speaking, he’s the only one who fits the description.”

Luke grins. “It’s a twin thing.”

“Well, your other half mentioned tequila so have fun with that part of your life.”

Jo gasps in disbelief. Alaric saunters upstairs to the nursery.

“Why on earth did you let him have tequila?” she demands, stomping over to Luke and smacking him on the head.

“Ow! Hey, I didn’t let him do anything. By the time I found him, he finished half a bottle worth of shots.”

She kneels next to the motionless body. “If you throw up on my couch, I will skin you alive,” Jo threatens.

Glassy gray eyes squint up at her. “Sissy…?”

“This is not how executive vice presidents act, Kai!”

“Stop yelling.” Kai pushes himself up, rubbing a hand down his face. “I’m not wasted.”

Luke snorts. “Half a bottle of tequila says otherwise.”

“I didn’t say I wasn’t trying to be.” Kai glares at his brother. “Beat it, kid. The adults are talking.”

Luke rolls his eyes but heads toward the exit. “Gladly.”

“Don’t forget to tell Liv to come to dinner for next week. Mandatory attendance!” Jo shouts, making Kai wince. She takes a good look at him, and from the way her face crinkles up, she’s not impressed. “Care to explain why you’re trying to drink this town dry?”

He presses the heel of his palms into his eyes. The lights were making his temples throb. “It’s called a coping mechanism.”

“No, it’s called alcoholism. Specifically alcohol poisoning. I can’t even picture the state of your liver right now.”

Frustrated with Jo’s nagging and the blinding light emitting from the nearby lamp, Kai grabs the offending glass object and hurls it across the room, shattering it against the wall.

“Kai!”

“Much better. It was too bright in here.”

“My kids live here, your nieces, and you break my lamp because you don’t have enough living brain cells to figure out the flip switch?”

“Well I guess you have to add another fuck up to my tab then, don’t you? Bad uncle. Bad brother. Horrible boss.” He stands up laughing like it’s the funniest thing in the world. “In fact, I’m so shitty, my soulmate isn’t really mine. I’m riding a goddamn rainbow, and all she sees is some old creep in black and white.”

Jo purses her lips. “You’re not an old creep.”

“Thanks, Sissy. Great pep talk.”

She pushes him down on the couch and sinks onto the cushion next to him. “I’m not going to lie to you.”

He smiles dryly. “How’d a good girl like you end up with a defect like me?”

She grabs him by the chin and forces him to look at her. “Hey. Stop that. You are a nightmare to be around most of the time, but you there’s nothing wrong with you.”

“You diagnosed me as a sociopath when you were in med school.”

“And as long as you stay away from torture and murder, everything will be great.”

“Better seat Joey as far away from me as possible next week.”

“He broke your pager when he was six, and we’re all on iphones now. You need to let that go.”

“Joey has an android.”

“You literally don’t care about that.”

“Just stating a fact.” Jo huffs, but doesn’t say anything. Kai continues in a softer tone, “Just like dad did. The defective twin.”

She nudges him with her shoulder. “Hey, he didn’t mean it. Dad just didn’t know how to handle you. None of us did.”

“He meant it. Used to say there was something wrong with me. He told me there’s no way I could have a soulmate. Said it so casually, too.” Kai clenches his jaw. “Guess he was right all along.”

“You said you saw colors with this girl. That’s enough to prove him wrong.”

“She didn’t.” He rubs his face.

“Tell me about her. You didn’t even give me a name.”

“Bonnie. She’s beautiful and young. Too young. Probably still in college. Christ.”

“Well you still drink like you’re in college. That’s common ground.” she jokes weakly. “Why don’t you visit her again? Find out if you have other shared interests.”

“Forget it. Maybe I’m wrong. There was some weird candle burning in that room, so it could’ve been a hallucination. Or a stroke.”

“There’s only one way to find out.” She stands up and walks out of the room. When she returns, she hands him a card with six gray boxes drawn on it. Below each box was a list of three words: hair, eyes, and skin. “We’re both getting massages tomorrow morning at that spa. I requested that you have Bonnie. When you see her, if you see colors again at any point, I want you to mark each of her features on this card, and I’ll tell you if you’re right or not.”

“I’m not going.”

“Of course you are. You want to see her again.” Jo slaps him on the back before walking away, pointing at the broken lamp. “Clean that up.”

“Mr. Parker, it’s nice to see you again,” Bonnie greets him, her smile stiff.

She’s colorless. The sight of her knocks the breath out of his lungs.

When he doesn’t respond, Jo steps in. “Hi there. I’m Jo Saltzman. Thank you so much for taking care of my brother when he had that episode last week. I think the stress of the job must’ve gotten to him.”

Bonnie glances at Jo and relaxes. “Oh no worries. I completely understand.” She turns back to Kai and tilts her head toward the hallway. “If you’re ready, we can get started, Mr. Parker.”

He clears his throat. “Sure.”

Jo pats his chest, pressing on the card and pen he placed in that pocket. “I’ll see you in an hour.”

Afterwards, Jo studies her brother’s face as he walks back to the reception area. His hair and clothes are rumpled, but there’s a tightness to his expression. He holds her gaze for a moment before pulling out the wrinkled card and marking it. When he reaches the front desk, he slips to her as he reaches for his wallet to pay for their sessions.

She looks at it, and fights a smile.

Bonnie emerges, and waves at both of them. “Have a great day you two. We hope to see you again.”

Kai turns automatically toward the girl. “Thanks, Bonnie. I’ll definitely be back.” He hands her the small tips envelope, and Jo catches the way he straightens when Bonnie’s fingers touch his.

“Thank you!”

It’s a quiet drive to Kai’s house. Jo tries to engage him in conversation, but Kai remains silent and stares out the window. She parks in front of his driveway, keeping the doors locked.

“You were right, you know,” she says. “Bonnie has green eyes and brown skin.”

“Let me out, Sissy.”

“Kai, talk to me.”

He unbuckled his seatbelt and stares straight ahead. She notices the muscle pulsing in his jawline. If he keeps clenching his teeth, he'll wear away at his teeth. “Why did you mark this box with a star?”

He doesn’t answer at first, keeping his eyes on the line of cars in front of them. When she gives up and reaches nearly pushes the release on the doors, he murmurs, “That’s the closest thing to your eyes.”

Jo swings her gaze back at him to find his attention on her. There's a tickle in her nose and eyes that tells her she's on the verge of tears. It's something she often forgets. While most people were born seeing colors as a child before everything faded to gray with puberty, Kai always lived in black and white.

“Yeah. They're blue, just like Mom. Liv and Luke also have it. Joey’s are brown like Dad, kind of like Bonnie’s skin tone, but darker. You have blue eyes too, but it's not the same shade as mine. It’s more gray.”

“Of course it is,” he says laughing humorlessly. It breaks her heart, because he doesn't stop laughing. The longer it goes on, the more it sounds like crying. But his eyes are dry and he still has that unnerving smile on his face.

She unbuckles her seatbelt to turn towards him. “We're going to figure this out, Kai. I'm here, I promise. You're not damaged, you just need to work a little harder.”

He cups her face, staring deeply into her eyes, before placing a soft kiss on her forehead. “You've always been a crybaby.”

There's a soft click, and the moment, she's alone in the car with tears trailing down her face.

A thought strikes him at night. Given her profession, Bonnie must touch at least thirty bodies a week. What if she finds color with one of them?

In the morning, Kai fires five employees, including an employment lawyer who tries to stop him.

Because he’s a glutton for punishment, Kai sets up a weekly appointment with Bonnie. Ever since he found her, there’s a living itch underneath his skin that only her touch can ease.

“Mr. Parker?” Bonnie greets at him. “Ready for your massage?”

As he lays face down on the cushioned massage table, gritting his teeth against the sensation of her elbow digging a path along his spine, he feels like he can breathe again.

Afterwards, when she hands him a glass of water that tense smile, he feels the tension return to his body. The impulse to shake her and demand that she looks at him properly overwhelms him momentarily. He’s dizzy with want, especially when her lingering touch on his skin allows him to see the world fully. Why couldn’t he have this?

His dad’s voice rings in his ear: I doubt there’s someone out there for an abomination like you.

There is someone meant for him. He’s staring right at her. The problem is that he isn’t meant for her.

His dad must be laughing in his grave.

Still, Kai can’t stand her being nervous around him like the employees at work. He thinks about what Jo would do in this situation, and immediately feels uncomfortable. Nevertheless, he does it.

“I’m sorry about the time I...lost my head here. It wasn’t my intention to freak you out.”

“It’s not your fault,” she reassures him quickly. “These things tend to happen, no matter what age you are, although it’s rare for people under 45.” He has the sudden urge to tell her he’s definitely under 45, but stops himself. They have his birthdate on file, so she probably knows his age. “Um, you mentioned that you saw colors that day. I guess you haven’t found your person yet, huh?”

He takes a sip of water. “No, not yet.”

She makes a sympathetic tut. “That must be hard. I’m sure you will soon though.”

“Hm. Have you found yours yet?”

“No, but I’m also not looking right now. I need to finish my last semester first and then find full time work before I can think of soulmates.” She pauses, then laughs with a shrug. “Besides, if there’s someone fated for me, then we’ll cross paths eventually, right?”

Kai stares into her green eyes and smiles tightly. “So you’re a college senior? That must be exciting, being on the cusp of the real world.”

Bonnie is a twenty-two year old (he’s twice her goddamn age!) doctoral candidate for physical therapy. She’s working as a massage therapist for the extra cash. Hailing from a sleepy small town called Mystic Falls, she claims the most scandalous thing that happened was when her grandmother claimed to be the town witch after too many drinks at the school’s holiday party.

“What about you?” she asks, slotting her fingers between his. “What do you do for a living?”

“I work in an office,” he says, suppressing a moan as she presses the heel of her palm down and pulls his hand into a stretch.

Liv walks into his office unannounced on Thursday. She’s followed closely by his assistant.

“Mr. Parker, I tried to stop her,” he says anxiously.

Kai glares at them over the paperwork in his hands. “You’re both fired. Get out.”

The assistant looks ready to cry.

Liv rolls her eyes, and drops into the chair in front of his desk. “Stop being dramatic.” She glances over her shoulder. “Go back to your desk Ben. You’re not fired. Kai is taking his lunch break now and shouldn’t be disturbed.”

Ben nods eagerly and shuts the door behind him.

“Big brother.”

“I fired you. Leave.”

“I’m a shareholder of this company.”

“You’re a college junior with an internship.”

“Who owns five percent.” Kai scoffs at the number. She plucks the papers out of his hands and tosses them on the floor. “You need to stop firing people because you’re in a bad mood.”

He heaves an aggravated sigh. “This is an at-will company. If I will them to never step foot into this building again, that’s my prerogative.”

She crosses her arms. “Jo spilled the beans on your soulmate missed connection.”

Kai leans back in his chair. “And you’re here to do what? Give me a valedictorian speech about fate and tarot card readings?”

“I don’t need some magic trick to know that you’re a miserable person who will be less miserable once your situation with this girl is resolved.”

He flashes his teeth in a menacing grin. “Liv, just because you found a puppy to follow you around doesn’t mean you know anything about it. Now get out of my office before I have you thrown out.”

She narrows her eyes at him before looking away. Jo said Liv had blue eyes too, and through his anger, he tries to picture it. Her lips twist and purse, as if trying to stop the words from escaping her mouth. “Tyler didn’t see me in color when we first met.”

It feels like an out-of-body experience. He gives her his full attention, and really looks at his youngest sister for the first time.

“He had a girlfriend at the time, and we were barely friends. I didn’t know what to do, so I was a huge bitch to him. I thought that if he just stared at me long enough, he’d realize who I was.”

He leans forward. “What did you do?” His voice is strained and rough with desperation, but he doesn’t care. Nothing matters more to him than what Liv can tell him in this moment.

“It was Luke, actually. When Tyler got fed up with me and told me off one day, I hit rock bottom. Drank my way into an emergency room visit to have my stomach pumped. Two days later, Luke wrestled me into a therapist’s chair and made me confront myself.” Liv keeps her eyes on the ends of her hair, seeking out split ends. “It didn’t make Tyler situation better, but it helped somehow. He forgave me and we were able to become better friends. Then one day, he gets this dumb look on his face in the middle of our study group. He touched my hair, and kept repeating how bright it was.”

“You think therapy will help me.”

Liv meets his gaze finally. “I think that we have to work to become the partners our soulmates deserve.” She slides a business card across his desk.

“Are you going to hand me the contracts you threw too?”

She flips him off on the way to the door.

Kai has an appointment that evening.

“What’s got you so stressed that you’re seeing me twice a week?” Bonnie laughs.

“It’s busy at year-end,” he replies.

“I can imagine. C’mon, let’s see if we can work out some of those knots.”

Therapy is hard. He quits a hundred times a week between appointments, vowing to never return. Only the thought of his soulmate keeps him coming back.

“Let’s continue our conversation about your parents,” Dr. Benson says.

Kai closes his eyes and chants her name in his head like a prayer. Bonnie. Bonnie. Bonnie.

“Are you doing anything fun for the holidays?” Bonnie asks after his last session of the year. He won’t see her for two weeks.

“Family dinner,” he replies.

“Same. Are you going back home to Portland?”

“No, surprisingly most of us have settled here so no traveling.”

“Convenient. Well, happy holidays, Mr. Parker. I’ll see you in the new year?”

“Please, it’s Kai.”

She smiles easily, and it sends his heart pounding. “Merry Christmas, Kai.”

“How often do you see cases like mine?”

“I've never met someone born colorblind before, but the situation with your soulmate isn’t unheard of. From what I’ve seen, this usually means that one or both parties involved are on the cusp of a transformation. In your case, this woman is well-suited to be your companion, but you cannot serve that role to her as you currently are.”

Kai leans back. “Wouldn’t the opposite be true too? She may be great now, but there’s a chance that I’ll be back to black and white in the future.”

“Yes, that’s correct.”

“What’s the point of having a soulmate then?”

“What is the point to anything?” Dr. Benson taps his pen against the desk. “I have been in this practice for seventeen years, Malachai.” His full name still pricks his nerves, but it’s easier than before. “The only answer I can give you is that everything changes. It’s a risk to live. There is a misconception that when soulmates meet for the first time, they are bound together for life. This is false. Nothing is guaranteed in this world: not your life, your health, your money. Why would this be any different?”

“It’s all a lie then,” Kai murmurs.

“Your soulmate may leave you colorless one day, but there’s a possibility she will not.”

“This hardly seems worth it.”

“Are you deciding to give up on this girl then?” At his silence, Dr. Benson adds, “Love is many things, Malachai, but it is not lazy.”

Kai takes over Jo’s kitchen and whips up a feast for Christmas dinner. He laughs at his siblings and mocks everyone at the table, but there’s a noticeable lack of malice in his words. He goes through the whole evening without casually making an attempt on Joey’s life too.

“Are you dying?” Joey asks.

“Josiah!” Jo snaps, glaring as she holds a spoonful of apple sauce to her baby’s mouth.

“Probably,” Kai says around a mouthful of ham. “I might’ve had a stroke a couple of months ago. Maybe some internal bleeding in the brain is making me actually enjoy your company.”

“Alright you two, can we bring things back to lighter topics?” Alaric asks with a sigh.

When the dishes were cleared and everyone moved to the living room for the annual boozy holiday movie, Jo pulls Kai into the kitchen.

“Seriously, is there something wrong with you?” She presses the back of her hand against his forehead.

“I thought you said that was I was perfect as I am,” he teases.

She shoves him away. “Ugh, nevermind. You’ve just been acting weird all day.”

He shrugs. “Just trying something new.”

“Being nice?”

“Yeah, let’s go with that.”

“How was your holiday?” Bonnie asks as she enters the room. Kai is already face down on the table underneath the sheets.

“Oddly enlightening.”

“In a good way or a bad way? I can’t tell by your tone.”

He shrugs, anticipation running underneath his skin like a livewire. She peels the sheet off his back and tucks it around his waist. “Just enlightening.”

She hums, but drops the subject. “Made any new year’s resolutions?”

“Just one, but it’s a long term goal.” He hears her oiling her hands.

“Care to share?” she asks lightly.

“I’m going to open a restaurant.” Her hands pause over his back for a moment, close enough for him to feel a phantom touch.

“That’s so cool.” Her hands make contact with his skin and he melts. After two weeks without her touch, he finally feels at ease. “What made you want to leave your cushy office job for this?”

“I love cooking and I’m good at it,” he mumbles, already lost in the sensation of her firm fingers pressing into his muscles. “It was something I learned from my dad.”

“That’s nice.” He could hear the smile in her voice “Good luck with that.”

He walks out of the room, dressed but disheveled, and sees the familiar sight of her holding a glass of water. She probably does this with all her clients, but he likes to think this is their routine.

“How do you feel?” Bonnie asks.

“Good as new,” he grins.

She laughs, extending the glass toward him and he takes it, fingers brushing against hers. The smile trips off her face. He watches her green eyes widen and sees her leaning forward.

“Woah there! Bonnie?” He winds a arm around her waist, pressing her body to his in order to hold her up. “Are you alright?” Her hands shake as she reaches up to cup his face.

“Kai,” she breathes in wonder, her eyes darting around his face.

His heart pounds painfully against his ribs. “Yes?”

“I can see you. The colors...!”

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