#the girl on tik tok said that and i absolutely agree
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I need him biblically, I need him in a way that it's concerning to the feminism
#hayden#hayden christensen#but its true#im not really sorry for that#speaking facts ☝️#anakin#anakin skywalker#star wars#ani skywalker#sweet sweet boy#darth vader#:haydennation#hes just beautiful#aged so well..#the girl on tik tok said that and i absolutely agree
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Who is in My House?
First Lady of Private Garden Fic
AN: you are always going to continue to play with your husband lmao
Synopsis: "He just left, so come over" prank has Jackman in SHAMBLES
Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader
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Deciding that you wanted to play another prank on your husband, you started a group chat with all of the members of PG to get some ideas. You had been throwing ideas back and forth for about a week and a half when everyone agreed upon which one you should do.
Everyone voted for you to do the “He just left, come over.” text prank that had been floating around Tik Tok and you already knew your husband was probably going to have a mental breakdown or be completely pissed off.
PG would be going out to lunch, while you stayed home and pretended not to feel well. You knew that Jack would be hesitant to leave you, but you would have to reassure him that you were okay to make this work.
Clay told you that he would text you when they all got to the restaurant so that you would then send the text to Jack.
Everything was a go and you couldn’t wait.
“Baby, are you sure you don’t want me to stay? I don’t like leaving you by yourself if you aren’t feeling that well.” Jack said while pushing your hair up out of your face that had fallen.
“I promise, I’ll be fine. Just bring me back something. I’ll just probably drink some tea and go to sleep.”
“You’re absolutely positive?”
“Yes, boo bear. I’m okay.”
“I love you and you better say it back this time.” Jack said while eyeing you.
“I love you too, more than anything else in this world.” You answered before laughing as he leaned down to kiss you.
“We shouldn’t be gone long.”
“Take your time, I want you to have fun. If I need you, I’ll text you.”
There was also one other person who was in on the prank and Jack was about to lose his shit when he found out.
No one other than Dua herself.
She was currently on her U.S. tour and she had a show tomorrow night in Atlanta. You quickly sent a text of the details of the prank last night and of course she was in.
About 45 minutes had passed when you received a text from your brother-in-law
Clay- He’s here. Everything is a go.
You- Lmaooooo it’s showtime
You ‘accidentally’ sent Jack a text thinking that someone was coming over to the house and you knew it would send him into a panic.
However, someone really was coming, but he didn’t know that.
You wanted for the prank to be a little different and that Dua would eventually show up.
You- He’s out with the rest of PG, you can come over! I could use the company.
Jack noticed that the notification sound went off alerting him that he had a text from you. He was hoping that you were okay and didn’t need him, but he got a lot more than he bargained for.
Knowing what was happening, Jack���s eyes went wide as PG was trying not to laugh and looking at the menu to distract themselves.
“Uhh, Jack? You okay?”
“Mm hmm.” Jack quickly answered, trying not to make a scene or make a big deal out of it.
“You sure? I mean you’re usually pale as shit, but it seems as if you got ten times paler when you looked down at your phone and read whatever wifey sent you.”
“I…” Jack started to say, but quickly stopped himself.
“What?”
“She was all like ‘I don’t feel good’ earlier and now I see a text saying that I’m out with yall and to come over? If someone is in my fucking house, I’m about to murder them and then I’ll deal with her. I guess she meant to send that to whoever and not me.”
“I’m sure it’s nothing, it might just be Saweetie. I know she said she would be staying in Atlanta for a few days.”
“Nah, the way she worded it made it seem like it was someone else.”
“You worry too much. Y/N doesn’t have eyes for anyone but you. We’ve been wanting to come here for a while so your ass better not get up from this table. You see the way she acted with that Anitta girl and she sees how you acted with Giveon so do you honestly think she would do anything to break your trust?”
“Clay, facetime her right now. She might not answer if it’s from me.”
Clay simply shrugged and did what he was told.
It rang for a few seconds before your bright face came on the screen.
“Is that my favorite Harlow child? Hi, my baby!”
“Hey, Y/N, Jack just asked me to call you to check on you. He told us you weren’t feeling that well.”
“Well aren’t you sweet? That’s why I keep you around.”
“You know we should have gotten married instead.”
Jack rightfully smacked the back of his little brother’s head and all you could do was laugh.
“Ow!”
Clay purposely angled his phone so Jack could see you and took note of another person in the background and Jack’s eyes went wide.
It was so quick, that Jack didn’t really get a good look as to who it was.
“In another life, my love. I’m fine! I actually feel a little better since drinking the tea.”
Jack immediately snatched Clay’s phone from him and questioned you not wanting to put it off any longer.
“Baby girl.”
“Yes, pookie?”
“First of all in another life, my ass. I have no hesitations to throw your favorite Harlow child off the nearest cliff. And who the… you got someone in my house I don’t know about?”
“What? What are you talking about?” You curiously asked to play along and not try to laugh.
“Mamas, do not fucking play with me. I got that text message you obviously meant to send to someone else.”
“What text? Baby, I’m confused. Are you feeling okay?”
“I will jump through this phone right fucking now. Who the fuck is in my house?”
“Uh? Besides me? Your children. I just finished walking the golden girls. I think Blanche misses you because she curled up next to your pillow.”
“Y/N!!!!!”
“Jackman.”
“Do not get smart with me. I am going to ask you one more time.”
“No one, baby! I’m here by mys…..”
Without warning the facetime call cut off and if Jack was mad before, he was pissed off now.
“That’s it, I’m kicking both of their asses.” Jack said getting up and grabbing his keys. Clay put one hand on his shoulder to get him to sit back down.
“I didn’t even see anyone else on the call. You feeling okay?”
“How could you not?! They were sitting to the left of her.”
“Jack, is yall house haunted? If it is, I can’t stay there no more. Black people don’t do ghosts. I mean truth be told I know Y/N doesn’t either and if I know anything about ghosts and her, she’ll probably run them off.” Shloob said while taking a sip of his iced tea.
“No, it’s not haunted! There was literally another person there with her!”
“Well, try calling her back.”
Jack then whipped out his phone and proceeded to do so all for it to go to voicemail.
“She cannot be fucking serious right now. I’m getting my shit to go.”
Jack hopped in his jeep and was speeding down the highway to get back to your shared home.
He didn’t even bother parking in the garage and left the car out front before making a beeline to the front door.
Once opened, he walked around to the living room to find you sitting on the floor playing with your two piglets.
You looked up to see Jack and the pissed off look on his face.
“Uh, baby? Why are you back so soon? And where is my food? Look babies, daddy’s home!” You said while looking down at the both of them. They saw Jack and immediately got excited.
Jack was steadily looking around and checking behind the couches as well as in the closets.
“Baby?”
Jack didn’t even bother to answer you as he was continuing on with his search.
“Jackman!”
“Who the fuck you got in here, huh? I’m about to kick their ass right now.”
“Are we still on this? No one, baby. Except me and our tribe of children.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Hmm well okay. Have fun searching.” You replied as you went back to playing with two of your children.
Jack tore up the house from top to bottom looking for someone that he thought had been in the house.
Once he gave up his search, he went downstairs to see you and Dua on the couch talking and laughing.
“Y/N!!! WHY IS SHE IN MY HOUSE?!”
“Correction, our house, baby.”
“Hi to you too, Jack!”
All Jack did was stare at her and give her the evil eye.
“See, I knew you had someone else in here.”
“Babe, Dua just got here five minutes ago.”
“Y/N….. I know what I saw on that facetime call!”
“I told you he was crazy. You should move in with me, now he’s seeing shit. Next thing you know you’ll have to put him in a nursing home.”
“Dua, shut your ass up and move away from my wife! Six feet at all times!”
“Jack!”
“Y/N!”
“Okay since we’re all saying names, I’ll do my own. Dua!”
“Baby girl…..”
“Yes, pookie?”
“Is that... Is that a camera?”
“Oops.”
“DID YOU…. THIS WAS A PRANK! SHE WAS HERE THE WHOLE TIME?!?!”
“UHHH……”
You took off running while Dua was laughing and with Jack following quickly behind you and catching you.
“Now, I know you didn’t think you were going to get far with those short legs of yours did you?”
“Well, it was worth a try.”
“Jack! Since I’m here, let me get a copy of that video!”
“HELL NO!”
“I mean it was better than me asking for your wife to sit on my face.”
“See, now I’m really about to have to beat your ass. You always come over here and act outta pocket.”
“Beat my ass? I’d rather eat hers.”
“DUAAAAA!!!!! AND Y/N STOP LAUGHING!!!”
Liked by jackharlow, claybornharlow, saweetie, dualipa, 2forwoyne, lilnasx, druski2funny, and 3,184,907 others
y/ninsta: my husband mad at me yall lmaooooo
jackharlow: y/ninsta I’m legally separating from you tomorrow 😐
lilnasx: what happened this time? lmaooo
claybornharlow: lilnasx another prank by wifey 😂
druski2funny: y/ninsta why you stay stressing my man out?!
2forwoyne: seeing him freak out about that text message was TOP TIER
jackharlow: HOLD THE FUCK UP
jackharlow: PG?!? YALL WERE IN ON IT?!
urbanwyatt: jackharlow we may or may not have an entire group chat that the primary reason is to prank you
shloob_: I told her not to do it
quiiso: shloob_ you stay throwing our asses under the bus. you were it on it too
jackharlow: urbanwyatt and to think I call you my best friend
saweetie: y/ninsta give that man a break! that hairline keeps going south because of the stress!
jackharlow: DIAMONTE!!!
saweetie: yes Jack?
jackharlow: saweetie after I get done kicking their asses, you’re next
y/ninsta: much thanks to dualipa lmaooo had my baby looking everywhere for you 😭😭
dualipa: y/ninsta glad to be of service!
jackharlow: dualipa where were you even hiding?!
y/ninsta: jackharlow you never looked in the backyard!
dualipa: jackharlow lemme at the wife and I promise not to do it again
jackharlow: dualipa one of these days, you about to learn to stop playing with me
dualipa: jackharlow so is that a yes?
jackharlow: dualipa it’s a ‘I still have my bb gun and I’ll shoot you’
dualipa: jackharlow you wouldn’t shoot your wife’s friend!
jackharlow: dualipa now, who told you that lie? you can get all this smoke any day of the fucking week and saweetie is next
saweetie: jackharlow now why am I in it?!
y/ninsta: saweetie that hairline comment lmaooooo
jackharlow: y/ninsta you laughing a little too loud over there for my liking. on your knees.
sza: oh my
y/ninsta: jackharlow DO YOUR WORST
claybornharlow: now I understand urbanwyatt’s pain
jackharlow: y/ninsta but don’t think this makes up for the shit you pulled today. consider this war and watch your back
y/ninsta: jackharlow may the best Harlow win (that’s me) but imma need you to make me cum first
jackharlow: y/ninsta who said that I was about to let you cum?
y/ninsta: jackharlow wait, what? 🤨
jackharlow: and dualipa if you so much as utter a WORD I’ll end you 😡
dualipa: jackharlow 👀
dualipa: y/ninsta I’ll make you cum kbye
jackharlow: DUAAAAAA!!!!
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I closed the door to Bl/each after the tragedy of 6/86 and briefly opened a window to LA, because well that pair is my weakness and it made me laugh how treacherously I/R it was.
So when weeks ago I saw a beautiful I/R fanart on Tik Tok (The anime came back, so the algorithm decided it was a good idea to torture me), and the response to a comment that said "They should have ended up together "was "READ THE MANGA", I was baffled. I mean, what did that mean? had I read a fake manga all those years and the "real manga" appeared Da Vinci Code-style after 2016? Was it all a Jump conspiracy? Have we been duped all this time?
That piqued my curiosity, so I wandered around several sites, reading publications from the "correct/canon/real manga" point of view; and well, you'll see even worse things the bible says.
Here are my favorites:
"The I/H was evident from the beginning, just read chapter 0": yes, because a one-shot that is a sketch of the general idea of a manga, that goes through many revisions and rewrites is absolutely determinant in the development of the main manga, and seriously, what exactly is the evidence?
"HM arc is the ultimate proof of I/H, he went to rescue her and even came back from the dead for her": well, so did her other friends and even R/enji and R/ukia, maybe they were all in love with her too. And about the resurrection...just...never mind.
"I/H are perfect for each other" Here I could do a whole essay from a psychological point of view that proves that it is an absolute fallacy and was more than clear in the FB arc, in real life they wouldn't work and would be a toxic couple. And God knows at least that boy needs therapy.
"O***ime looks like Ma/saki" * Bombastic side eye. Criminal, offensive side eye *
"O***ime deserves I/chigo”: Oh, so he was some kind of trophy for being a good girl, so it wasn't enough to objectify her, they also do the same with the boy.
"Ru/kia was a shinigami and I/chigo was a human, and she's much older than him, their relationship was impossible." *Everything but the rain entered the chat*.
"I/H fought together against Y/wach": And we all know how well they (he) did, right?
"W/D/k/A/L/Y": *sigh* that's what it looks like when you try to fix a mess and fail miserably.
"W/D/k/A/L/Y's scribble": ...
"Anime invented IR": The studio simply pushed something that was already implicit in the original material and they knew it would sell more, it's basic marketing. Most of us knew what was filler and what wasn't (rolls eyes).
And there definitely wasn't a parallel manga that magically made sense of that ending. What a disappointment.
And I/R are the delusional and lacking in compressive reading? It's so much easier to say you just don't like people ship I/R, instead of sending them to read the manga or giving lazy arguments. Pathetic.
This was long, but I just needed to vent or something, because I honestly found the whole situation absolutely hilarious.
My English is broken, so I hope I have been understood.
PS: So in my delusional mind I/R is right now enjoying his honeymoon on the beach *wink**wink*.
Blessings.
As someone that didn't leave after the ending and has seen all these "amazing points" take form and basically became the classic "IH and pro ending dudebro agenda" list, let me tell you, I was and still am baffled too. No matter how many times I read them, I still get shocked at how some really believe that bunch of BS, or better they keep repeating it untill they'll believe it.
You adressed them in a simple but direct and straight to the point way, I don't even need to add anything to what you said, agree to all of it, wait lol well maybe I could add the the pilot chapter lit has In0ue de0d at the end of it but what do we know, that doesn't seem to matter to them lol it doesn't have to make sense smh
In our delusional mind that ichiruki honeymoon on the beach is so vivid and real... I wonder why lmao
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“not okay” thoughts??????
SPOILER FILLED omg please do not proceed unless you have watched this brilliant film thanks x
mia isaac - the STANDOUT for me for the entire runtime
like ya’ll i’m a dylan girl thru and thru, and gorgeous zoey is the main star of this movie
but mia
ya’ll don’t sleep on mia isaac
i know the proper reviews have agreed with me, she is absolutely brilliant and powerful and and empowering, every scene was so strong and she deserves all the praise, all the awards, hands down
her character’s story where it related to real life events.. her trauma was so heartbreaking, and the ptsd scene on the stage really truly got to me and i honestly started tearing up. that was a full panic attack... i’ve lived through many, and it was captured so upsettingly well. mia conveys emotion so so well and i hope you love her as much as i did.
AND DUDE ----- THE LAST SCENE OF THE MOVIE WITH MIA WAS AHHHHHHHHHHHH MY FAVE PART OF THE WHOLE THIINNG
now... zoey, wow, her characterisation was SPOT ON
she just gulped up that fame, actual fame whore
like i hated her but i loved her and but at the same time i was holding my breath for her white lie to be unfolded
and PHEW it was nuts
“shit gon be nuts” - dylan o’brien, 2022, twitter.
zoey is a phenomenal actress, she can play all sorts of dimensions, but danni was just something else, in a very good way
she was a crafty lil bitch and i give her kudos, to an extent, and then yes she deserved to be #cancelled over and over again, never coming back from that one
i was shaking my head at her the whole time like..... honey you’re making it so obvi that you are not traumatised. you just want those likes, you just want that @WEEDBOIIICOLIN so bad.
also SHOUT OUT to the nightmares she was having, and her own personal haunting trauma with the green coat guy. i loved that continuity and how it built her guilt over and over again.
especially with the reveal.. i saw it coming at the last second, but was still surprised when you saw who it really was that was haunting her.
her hampster tho being the soul reason for her lie, giving her the idea, that was iconic. you go hamster. they also had similar hair???
her style was wild, very tik tok, very ‘on trend’ thank you quinn for crafting this crazy girl
zoey you need to be given like 150 gold stars right now, girl.
now................
dylan.
fuck me.
from the GET GO, from his first words, i was like............. here we go.
“lick the tit” yeah bro, straight off the bat
the little pet name ‘honey’ also got to me
ah DUDE THE WARDROBE DEPARTMENT FOR COLIN WAS HILARIOUS, his last outfit that you see him in, when he walks out of the elevator, i loved it so much i took a photo because i giggled
the was dylan put on that shit talker voice was also so well done, the vernacular he sattired was perfect
everything he said was legit comic relief
he made it funny with her stupid he was, honestly
and you could 100% tell that he was doing it to make fun
he better have enjoyed this role because i bloody well did
ANYWAY
DYLAN O’BRIEN’S FUCKING MOANING WILL LIVE IN MY HEAD RENT FREE FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE AND I NEED IT ON ACTUAL FUCKIGN REPLAY RIGHT NOW THIS IS NOT A DRILL
his ****** game is also STRONG
seriously, THAT scene, you’ll know it, in the bathroom
it doesn’t last long but it was literally the set up for every dylan smut scene in fan fic okay
HIS WORDING WOOWWOWOWOWEVNBKJGE]
I AM STILL DEEEAASDDDDDDDD
ask @ slutobrien because i was messaging her the whole time and i was going craazzyyyyy
my fave is “youre so tight”
fuck thats dylan fan fic
in a good way.. a very, very, good way
he also says that he’ll protect her in a very sensual way and yes i believed it i still do i also need it RIGHT NOW.
but yes okay, thank you quinn once again for choosing this god of a man to portray this idiot of a man
other things i super loved:
- the running jokes with kendall jenner loooool
- quinn’s cameo!!!!!!!!!!! i squealed, like a lil piggy
- the cinematography?!!?!!??! so good
- the support group hanging out together was too cute for words
- special shout out to NADIA for her portrayal of harper!!!!! the villain (?) that we really needed ((((( but like was danni really the villain the whole time and was harper the hero??? hmmmm????))))))
- still love mia isaac
- MY 2ND FAVE PART THOOO ,....... OMGG... was when colin said some weird shit and harper was like “you’re from maine” and dylan puts his real voice on for a short moment since colin gets called out for his fakeness HAHAHA too good
Overall, NOT OKAY was a very good, eye-opening, funny film. It really makes you look at the craziness and toxicity that social media carries. It shows you how it can change people, literally, and the lengths they will go to to get those extra followers or those extra likes. Social media can be so dangerous. Watching Mia’s character get absolutely shit over for having a ptsd panic attack, saying she was being a fake victim.. that’s real, unfortunately. It happens so often. Dylan and Zoey have only recently done interviews where they explain that the truth is sometimes never believed, that the lies circulating gets the better of them and puts out negative untrue vibes.
This movie HAD to be made. And I am so glad that Quinn did it in such a captivating way.
But I think that there is also another important point made from this movie......
What I have learnt is that it is indeed.. okay... to not be okay. Don’t hide if you’re in pain, because it’s very most likely that the person next to you is also not okay.
OKAY THAT’S MY REVIEW BYE
#not okay#not okay movie#dylan o'brien#zoey deutch#mia isaac#not okay 2022#colin not okay#DON'T HATE ME ON WHAT I SAID thanks
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Completely agree with all the discourse on Emily the fireball girl who started a line in fucking Spain and then had the audacity to complain about it. I used to follow her on tik tok and I remember when she got to spain she posted & complained that she had to dry her clothes on a clothesline outside of her apartment window. I unfollowed her after that because how are u gonna travel to an entire different country on the other side of the world to see a band you literally met and do absolutely 0 research on the customs & different ways of life in said country, then get online and complain about how “weird” or “sketchy” it is. American ignorance at its finest. I’ve never gotten pissed over fandom discourse but this situation makes me legitimately angry. And then she has the audacity to get on twitter and try to take the peace love and unity high road… she has no respect and even less self awareness.
Someone said she is 18. Where are her parents 😂. She appears to be one of those people who was never told "no" to. You hit the nail on the head when you said "no self awareness " and she isn't doing her videos for other fans, she does them to show herself off not realizing how very immature she is looking.
PS. Im American snd Ive had to use an outdoor clothesline at one time and I'm kind to the homeless. Please don't judge us all negativity
#greta van fleet#gvf#josh gvf#sam gvf#jake gvf#josh kiszka#danny wagner#danny gvf#jake kiszka#sam kiskza
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What is the universe trying to tell me?
Oh my gosh so the last month or so has been absolutely insane.
The start of the madness happened on 9/23, my boyfriend and I took a trip to Ohio for a gaming tournament of his. We drove, so I offered for us to take my car because it was way better on gas than his big explorer. He agreed and thought we could save some money going that route. Ha! We weren’t even in Columbus for 2 hours before my car was stolen in front of the air bnb we were renting. Apparently Kia’s are an easy car to steal, and it was a trend on tik tok amongst teens to steal Kia’s, joyride them, crash/total them and go get another one. Us being from Oklahoma had no idea of this or we would have taken his Ford. Anyways progressive was able to pay about $21,000 for my car and I just got word that my GAP insurance is covering what I am upside down in. I am thankful that we decided to purchase that when getting the car. I hadn’t even had that car 4 months. Crazy.... anyway I have been without a car for a month now, Josh said he is going to get a new truck and I can have his explorer if I want.
Getting his explorer would be smart because we plan on buying a house within the next 2-3 years. We just found out that we are expecting a baby in June 2023. I am really excited, this wasn’t really the plan. I didn’t even think I could honestly get pregnant, but here we are. We are hoping for a boy since he already has a little girl but honestly I wouldn’t care either way. I made my first OB appointment, it will be for 11/15. I never in a million years thought I would be a mommy, but I honestly could have not have asked for a better man to be the father. The way he is with his daughter is so heart warming to watch, he is a really good daddy. I love him so much and I love our baby so much already.
So last week my ex (Roxane) texted me. She is truly a disgusting horrible human being. She is a narcissist to the very core. She first texted me to ask me to verbally sign over my rights to Kimchi (a cat)? Wtf? So, I go a long with her silliness and made up story, but when I start questioning of course classic drama queen narc starts her antics again. She gets me so heated that I say things I shouldn’t (this is how narcissist get you, so they can play the victim and blast you and make you out to be the bad one) like that I should have punched her when I could have, and this my friends is called reactive abuse. I have put up with her abuse for so long, she knows how to bring me to this level and then play the victim like she is innocent in all of this. When in fact she was the real abuser, I mean in all aspects. She literally physically abused me. But I don’t care anymore, she cannot hurt me. I have blocked her out of my life completely. I want nothing to do with her ever again. She even went as low as calling my boyfriend names. Which was not cool, that’s when I really lost it, because Josh doesn’t deserve any of that, he is the best person I have even been with and he treats me better than anyone ever has. I will defend him against that trash.
Anyway, I figured I would write in here considering its been a couple of months...Stay tune for baby updates <3
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our song
summary: you convince brendan to make a tik tok with you
warnings: swearing, based of the our song tik tok trend and a convo with @iwantahockeyhimbo
word count: 1.1k
visiting brendan in california this summer was the best decision you ever made. you got to meet his parents and jordan, all of whom you absolutely adored, and got to spend time with your lovely boyfriend. the two of you would either sit by the pool or drive down to the beach where you’d watch him surf and occasionally play volleyball with some of his friends.
today was one of the beach days.
“bren we have to go or else we’ll be late for dinner,” you shouted from the shore line. “just give me five more minutes babe,” he replied, turning to try and catch the next wave. you rolled your eyes at his behavior, starting to pack up your belongings. by the time you were finished, brendan still wasn’t back.
since you had time to kill, you pulled up tik tok on your phone, scrolling through your for you page mindlessly until one video caught your eye. it was a girl and her boyfriend sitting in the car, with our song by taylor swift playing in the background. the two were acting out everything that the lyrics said. seeing them do this gave you the urge to do it with brendan. you were pretty sure you could convince him if you brought up the fact that he spent all day surfing without sparing you a second glance.
it seemed as though thinking about brendan summoned him because his arms were now wrapped around your waist. his head came to rest on your shoulder as he looked at your phone. “all set bren?” you asked, leaning back into his chest. “yeah. what are you watching?” he replied. you smiled, turning in his arms to face him. “it’s this tik tok with a girl and her boyfriend. i think we should do it, it’s so cute,” you explained. “what is it?” he asked. “it’s to our song by taylor swift,” you started but he cut you off with a vigorous head shake no.
“what why not?” you asked. “because. then the boys will know about me being a swiftie and then they’ll bully me in the groupchat,” he answered. you pouted at his words, stepping out of his hold. “fine. i’ll just ask jordan to do it with me,” you replied, shouldering your beach bag. “you’ll what?” he mumbled. “i’ll ask jordan to do it with me. i’m sure he’ll say yes,” you answered nonchalantly, fixing the sunglasses atop your head.
brendan knew exactly what you were doing. you were trying to convince him to make this stupid tik tok with you by awakening the jealous side of him. it was working obviously, because he found himself agreeing. the smile that took over your face almost made him forget about the chirping that would ensue, almost.
now, brendan’s jeep was all packed up and the two of you were sitting in it. “okay how do we do this?” he asked, leaning over towards you from his spot behind the steering wheel. your eyes lit up with excitement from his question. “you’re really gonna film it with me?” you asked. brendan nodded, and you smiled, excitedly showing him one of the videos to explain the process. “okay so i’ll record you first,” he said, taking your phone from you to set up the tik tok. the two of you started filming and everything was going smoothly until brendan decided to be brendan.
he’s got a one hand feel on the steering wheel, the other on my heart
brendan’s hand reached over, resting on top of your heart. it also happened to be located on your left boob, which he squeezed. “brendan!” you shouted, taking your phone from him. “what?” he asked innocently, but the smirk on his lips told you he knew exactly what he was doing. “you can’t do that,” you exclaimed. you weren’t really mad about it, more so flustered than anything. “okay okay, i’m sorry, let's redo it,” he said, taking the phone back and re-filming that portion.
after multiple retakes due to laughter, the tik tok was finished and ready to be uploaded. “can i post it?” you asked your boyfriend. if he really didn’t want you to post it you wouldn’t. the tik tok could just sit in your drafts. “hell yeah i want you to post it. we look so good in that. this bathing suit is doing wonders for me and you babe,” brendan gesturing to his tanned abs and yourself. you laughed at his words, posting the tik tok to your account.
the second the tik tok was posted, brendan pulled out of the parking spot, driving towards his house. two minutes into the drive, brendan’s phone started blowing up with texts from the michigan group chat. he clicked on the notification that appeared on his jeep counsel, letting siri read the texts aloud, “in your group chat with bordy and twenty-nine others bordy said ‘briss you’re such a fucking simp oh my god.’ and sent a link. would you like to respond?” “no,” brendan answered. “i’m sorry bren,” you said, taking his right hand, which was resting in the gear shift, in your left one. “why are you sorry babe? the tik tok was fun to make,” he said, briefly taking his eyes off the road to look at you.
the rest of the drive went by smoothly. the two of you arrived at the brisson house and began unloading the jeep. “mom we’re home!” brendan shouted, holding the door open for you to walk through. “oh perfect. i was just telling mom how she raised a simp, now you can confirm it for me,” jordan said as the two of you walked into the kitchen. brendan rolled his eyes at his younger brother’s words, showing him the middle finger. “brendan!” his mother reprimanded, causing your boyfriend to mumble out an apology. “did you even show her the video?” you asked jordan, pulling out your phone to show kim. she watched the video from your phone. “that was cute! jordan don’t make fun of your brother,” she said, defending her oldest son.
“mom it’s disgusting. why do they have to be like this? and you let them get away with it which only encourages their behavior,” jordan complained. “jordan if you want a girlfriend just get off your ass and go find one,” brendan said, causing you to chuckle at his words as brendan’s arms found their spot around your waist once again. he might have been getting roasted by everyone, but he knew that it was totally worth it because you were happy.
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Witch One Will Win? - Part 6
Summary: Jimin’s transformed completely. Is that so bloody terrible though? Rawr!
Word Count: 568
Pairings: dragon hybrid!reader x witch!yoongi x swan hybrid!jimin / alien!jungkook x vampire!hoseok x werewolf!taehyung
Genre: fluff / crack!au / angst / fantasy!au / sci-fi!au
Warning: species extinction (fairies)
A/N: Meow ha ha ha... I cackled for two minutes after writing this. This drabble made me really happy. It felt like I was jumping on clouds that roar.. - absolute crack is what this chapter is.. :)
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‘So... You want me to go in there and pretend to be a vampire?’ Jimin eyes Yoongi suspiciously.
‘Yes.. Yes,’ Yoongi nods, smiling ever so innocently.
‘You do realise that Seok Seok’s a vampire right? Whatever his name is...’
‘No.. The fangs are for decoration, Mr Chim Chim.’
‘So..?’ his eyes enlarge dramatically, waiting for a reply as a bewildered look enchants him.
Tik.. Tok.. Tik.. Tok..
‘I’m a witch. Bibidi Bobidi Boo.’
‘That old lady who helped the e girl was arrested for smuggling fairy dust two thousand years ago - stripped off of her godmother tittle. Fairy dust was and is on the brick of extinction. It’s illegal to use it until the royal court finds a way to maintain the substance from disappearing completely.’
‘The poor fairy population was wiped out completely two and a half thousand years ago. It’s a miracle that we still have that dusty stuff.’
‘Are you an encyclopedia?’ mouth agape, she blinks a couple of times.
‘That’s not important here.. What do you plan to do?’
‘I’ll use a few spells on you. The spell will only last for forty minutes. It’ll mask your scent, give you two pretty little vivis, and make you appear more intimidating.’
‘You’re the cutest little shit out there. Only me and Y/N gets to see that.’
And then off she goes to add herbs into a cauldron.
‘I’m brewing tea.’
This is not a children’s fairy tale book of some sort, ladies and gentlemen + humans in general..
‘Go fetch the spellbook, Mr Chim Chim,’ she directs her lips to the said book.
‘You didn't ask whether I’d agree to this or not?’ he’s not angry, just teasing around.
‘Will you?’
‘Yes..’
‘Now... Now.. Spell Book.’
‘Fucking Hell.. Fucking Hell.. Turn thee into blood.. Turn thee into blood sucking.. Turn thee into blood sucking creature.. No more lic.. No more gar.. Only Ti.. Only midating.. Only In.. Blood thee.. Blood thee.’
‘Gar rrrrrrrr... Rrrrrrrr... Grr.. Awwwwwooo.. Noo.. Grrrrr grrrr rrrr.. Yeah... Yeah... Grrrrr rrrr.’
Oh.. no, no, no.. She isn’t done yet. Not even close..
‘Grrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrr... Rrrrrrrrrrrrr… B.. Eeeeh.. L..... Eeeeh... O.... Eeek oog ag ag.. O... Grrrrrrr.. D... Grrrrrrr rrrrrr rrr.. Rawr.’
There we go!
‘Are you done yet?’ teeth clamped together awkwardly, Jimin remains still.
‘Look into the looking glass,’ she pulls him to the reflecting object on the wall.
‘Ooh.. I look good,’ licking his lips and pushing his hair back, he coos.
‘Say eeeeeh.’
What the fuck? But.. Okay?
‘Eeeeeh... Ak.. Ak.. Now, I can chop wood with my teeth.’
‘They’re not beaver teeth..’
A moment of silence for Mr Chim Chim..
‘Now, I can chomp on paper.’
‘You could probably do that with your regular teeth!’ you almost scare the shit out of him - you did.
‘I’ll bite you.. Grrrrr,’ he threatens.
‘Vampires don’t drink blood or do that creepy shit you think they do. Their genes have evolved over the centuries. How many times do I have to tell you that?’ she cries in annoyance.
‘Grrrrrrrr...’
‘Ahhhhhhh... I’m so scared-’
‘Gnaw.. Gnaw.. Gnaw..’ he doesn't sink his teeth into your flesh, and just pretends to do so.
‘Oh.. No.. Oh... No..’ you pretend to collapse.
Helpless to your antics, Yoongi watches..
‘Halmi.. Halmi!’
‘It’s.. help me, human!’
‘What are you going to do about it, Vamp?’
‘Ahhahaaa haaa.’
‘Wait.. Wait! Do I look convincing?’
‘Convincing my foot.’
‘Your foo-’
You have unlocked Park Jimin’s Mood Board ;)
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Flustered | Fred Weasley
Pairing: Fred Weasley x F!Reader
Word Count: 2.5k
Warnings: mentions of underage drinking and alcohol, tickling, making out
Summary: Your flirty friendship with Fred Weasley comes to a resolution after an argument surrounding the Yule Ball that took place all those years ago.
A/N: hi friends! this is a Fred Weasley fic based on a tik tok i saw last night (all credit for the bolded line goes to the creator of the tik tok). also thank you to @gcdric for discussing this with me very late last night, i hope it turned out well omg i’m NERVOUS. anyway! off we go. please let me know if you’d like to be added to my taglist! i’m updating it since i was on hiatus for awhile! love you guys!
As you sat on the couch of the Burrow, your eyes fixated on the many pictures in the Weasley’s living room, your mind began to drift off with thoughts of the freckled, red-headed boy sat in front of you giggling with his siblings.
There was something extraordinarily special about your friendship with Fred Weasley. After ten plus years of him being the most important person in your life, ever since your first day at Hogwarts when he tripped over your robes as you and your fellow first years hurried into the Sorting Ceremony, you couldn’t imagine life without him.
You had been through so much together; every Hogwarts experience there was to be had, first kisses, first heartbreaks, the Second Great Wizarding War, he was by your side through everything.
“What’s on your mind, Y/N? You look to be thinking entirely too hard for my liking,” Fred sassed, breaking you out of your trance.
“Too hard for your liking?” you retaliated. “What do you care what I’m thinking about?”
“It’s supposed to be a relaxing weekend! You’re much too deep in thought to be relaxing, so of course I care.”
“Well, if you must know, I was thinking about you, Freddie.”
“Carry on then, love. I’ve always wished for your thoughts to be consumed by me.”
With a cheeky wink, Fred went back to a game of exploding snap and you didn’t need to watch to know that Ginny was absolutely kicking his arse. However, you didn’t miss the sly smile that George gave you when Fred’s attention was diverted from you.
It wasn’t uncommon for the two of you to flirt with one another. In fact, you would dare to say it was the most predominant form of communication between the two of you. There was the occasional time or two where you thought that maybe, just maybe, he felt the same, but he’d always look away quickly or press a kiss to your cheeks instead of your lips, laughing it off as the two of you caught up in a moment that would cross a line that could never be crossed, though you so desperately wanted to.
After another round of exploding snap, Ginny said her goodbyes and apparated back to her flat, but not before promising that she wouldn’t miss anymore family dinners for quidditch practice, which you knew would happen inevitably but smiled nonetheless at her enthusiasm. You’d been a regular appearance at the weekly get-together for as long as you could remember, you were practically part of the family so you could say with appropriate accuracy that Ginny definitely missed dinner more than all of her siblings combined due to her busy schedule.
“Well, I suppose it’s time for us to head back as well,” George mused, eyeing the leftover pies in the kitchen. “Are you staying at ours tonight, Y/N?”
“I’d love nothing more. Besides, I didn’t get to play Fred in exploding snap and I want to knock his ego down just a little bit more.”
George linked arms with you and Fred, laughing about his brother’s awful skills as you apparated to their flat above the shop.
You’d spent many a nights at the twins’ flat over the past couple of years. After the war, you had moved in for a while until you found a job and managed to rent your own place. But, they never got rid of your bed that took up a large corner of their living room, which came in handy after weekly Weasley dinners when you just wanted to spend a bit more time with your favorite boys.
“I’m absolutely knackered,” George said once the three of you had settled on the couch. “I think I might go to bed now, if I’m honest. Besides, I want to be up early to work on those new design sketches for the storefront.”
“George Weasley, you have never gotten up before 10 o’clock on a Sunday in your entire life,” you scoffed.
“There’s a first for everything, Y/N. Goodnight to you and Freddie!”
As George turned away from you both, he faked a yawn and when he was sure Fred wasn’t looking, winked back at you to further confirm your suspicion that he wanted you to be alone with Fred.
He had just about had enough of the tension between you both and took every chance he got to get the two of you alone, by any means necessary.
When you heard George’s bedroom door close, you noticed Fred scoot closer to you on the couch until your legs were touching. He slung his arm over your shoulders and you swung your legs up to lay across his lap.
“What were you thinking about earlier? While Gin and I were playing by the fireplace?” Fred wondered aloud.
“Oh, I was looking at all the pictures on the walls at your Mum and Dad’s. I saw one from you and George’s first day at Hogwarts and I was thinking about how we first met.”
“Hmm, so you were thinking about one of the most embarrassing moments in my life?”
“Please, you’ve done much, much worse. Remember that time in our sixth year when you tried to outdrink George after we won the Slytherin match and you – ”
“Ah, ah, ah, I thought we agreed to never speak of that incident again,” Fred said as he visibly shuddered.
“I was just pointing out that I can think of quite a few moments that were far more embarrassing than tripping on my robes.”
“You’re one to talk! Don’t you remember our fifth year when you and George were running from Filch and you knocked Wood to the ground? Bloody broke his arm, you were so lucky Madame Pomfrey had him fixed up before our next match or he would’ve had a heart attack.”
A loud laugh escaped your lips as you covered your face in embarrassment; that was the year you had followed Oliver around like a lost puppy, although your schoolgirl crush paled in comparison to how you’d felt for Fred back then and now as well but neither twin would ever let you live it down.
“Do you remember the Yule Ball? When Flitwick caught you trying to spike the punch and you slipped and fell in the middle of the dance floor?” You chuckled at the memory, even if the Yule Ball was an event you had tried to forget.
“You were so mad at me that night and the whole week before, I was terribly distracted. If we had been on good terms I would’ve gotten away with it and the slipping never would have happened.”
“Well, it’s your own fault we were fighting! I still can’t believe you didn’t ask me to go with you.”
“Oi, it’s not my fault when you never said you wanted me to ask you.”
“I thought I had made it painfully obvious when I asked you every morning at breakfast if you’d found a date yet and told you that I didn’t have one either.”
Fred threw his head back and laughed, the thought of your shocked face when he had asked Angelina was too priceless a memory to ever forget.
“You were so jealous,” Fred mumbled.
“Jealous?!” you screeched. “I wasn’t jealous, I was annoyed that I had to spend all night with some Durmstrang tosser stepping on my toes. We’ve had this argument literally a million times.”
“No, you were definitely jealous. You shot poor Angie daggers the whole night and she’s such a lovely girl.”
“I shot her daggers because she hogged you and I didn’t get to dance with my best friend a single time at the only Ball we ever had at school.”
“I would’ve asked you to dance if you weren’t mad at me, and you know she was only dancing with me to make George jealous, even if he was oblivious.”
You smiled at that; you knew Angelina only had eyes for George and that going with Fred was some elaborate ruse. Shockingly, it ended up working, and he and Angelina have been together ever since.
“Still think you were jealous,” Fred challenged, poking you in the exact spot on your abdomen that he knew you were ticklish.
“Fred Weasley, for the last time, I was not jealous,” you emphasized as you poked him back.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish, love,” he said lowly, a daring glint in his eye.
Never one to heed warnings or follow directions, you poked him again and within seconds he had you pinned underneath him on the couch, his fingers trailing up and down your sides as you couldn’t help but laugh boisterously beneath him.
“Fred – ” you gasped. “Freddie, please, I actually think I might pee on your couch.”
“Not until you admit you were jealous that I asked Angelina!”
You shook your head, the combination of laughter and trying to catch your breath kept you from firing back a witty remark.
After a few moments, you simply couldn’t take anymore and shouted out, “FINE. Fine, you win.”
“What was that, lovey? I couldn’t quite hear you.”
“I said, fine, I admit it. I was jealous that you asked Angelina when I wanted you to ask me,” you grumbled, struggling to catch your breath in between words.
“See, now that wasn’t so hard, was it?”
You glared up at him and moved to push him off of you when you realized just how close his face was to yours. If you concentrated hard enough, you could count each individual freckle splattered across his nose and cheeks. Almost instinctually, your eyes flickered down to his lips, but you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of staring, so you quickly looked away.
Fred noticed that you couldn’t take your eyes off of him and, in true Fred Weasley fashion, couldn’t resist a flirty joke.
“You really want to kiss me right now, don’t you?” Fred chuckled.
“Yeah,” you sighed, “yeah, I do.”
Surging forward, you pressed your lips to his and immediately wove your fingers through the hair at the base of his neck. You were so tired; tired of the constant flirting and feeling as if you would forever have to love him from afar while he lived his life blissfully unaware of how much it hurt you to hide how you felt.
His arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer to him; the raw emotion in the way he desperately kissed you left little doubt in your mind that he had wanted this for as long as you had. His hands slipped under your shirt and his fingers blazed a trail of fire up your spine; a breathy moan escaped your lips but Fred swallowed the sound with his mouth, deepening the kiss and pulling you even closer.
A scream from behind the couch caused you to jump apart, chests heaving and hair sticking up every possible way. You sat up to look over the back of the couch to see George Weasley, looking visibly shaken and guilty, with his hands covering his eyes.
“Oh my god, I leave you alone for thirty minutes and you’re about to shag on my bloody couch. Jesus, ok, let me just, uh, well, I’ve probably ruined the mood, haven’t I?”
“George,” you hissed. “What are you doing sneaking around, I thought you were going to bed?!”
“Yeah, I said I was,” he said sheepishly as he uncovered his eyes, “but I might have been eavesdropping on your conversation. When I heard it go all quiet, I thought I’d come out and see if you two fools had fallen asleep, but clearly, that was not the case.”
“Eavesdropping? I swear to Merlin, George, you’re a ten year old boy. I can’t believe you! Of all the immature and invasive things to do, my God.”
“Well, pardon me, I just wanted to see if my idiot brother would finally grow some balls and tell you he’s in love with you!”
“I’m not sure what you’re on about but that doesn’t mean you can just sneak up on people,” you chided. “Fred, would you please back me up here, what is wrong with you – ”
You turned around to pull Fred into the argument only to find him sitting on top of the coffee table with a dazed look in his eyes and flushed cheeks.
“Fred, are you alright?” you asked worriedly.
He slowly lifted his head and looked into your eyes; you could see just how flushed his face was now that he wasn’t staring at the floor and good Godric, he was as red as the hair on his head.
“I…I…You,” he stammered. “You kissed me?”
“Yes, I suppose that is what happened,” you muttered sheepishly.
“Y/N Y/L/N…you…you kissed me?”
“Freddie, what the hell is the matter with you?”
George burst into laughter and you whirled back around to glare at him, however, this time, he didn’t hush up like he usually did.
“Like I said before, he’s in love with you, and now he can’t even form a coherent sentence because you kissed him, this is golden. Ol’ cock sure Freddie, a pile of mush because of a little makeout sesh, I’ve got to send an owl to Lee…” George trailed off as he turned and rushed back towards his bedroom.
You took another look at Freddie and smiled at the lovestruck look on his face. He was shaking his head in his hands and you saw the redness on his neck as well, which only happened when he was well and truly flustered.
“This is so humiliating,” he groaned as you sat down next to him.
“I think it’s rather cute, if that makes you feel any better,” you said as you chuckled and placed a hand on his thigh.
He removed his head from his hands and looked at you adoringly, the giddy smile on his face ignited butterflies in your stomach and your heart beat wildly in your chest.
“All the times I imagined how this would pan out…it definitely wasn’t supposed to happen this way. I mean, not that I’m mad about it, it was incredibly sexy how you just grabbed me and kissed me, but I wasn’t supposed to be a bumbling fool afterwards.”
A moment of silence washed over the both of you as Fred intertwined your hands and steadily held your gaze.
“George was right, you know. I am in love with you. Have been for quite a long time, if I’m being honest.”
“Well, in the spirit of honesty, I guess I should say that I’m in love with you too.”
“Bloody brilliant,” he sighed as he leaned in to kiss you again, but you stopped him just before your lips touched.
“You’re not going to pass out or anything if we kiss again, are you?”
“No promises, love, but I’ll try my best.”
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mcl headcanon masterpost pt.1 - armin
let's start this off with my long term favourites; the twins. this is armin's part, and alexy is next!
will start this with his full name being armin frederic lemaire
if you name a joint, he has probably dislocated it at least once in his life. he’s always been hypermobile, having chronic pain (mistaken as growing pains) and fatigue, being prone to dislocation. that later becomes a diagnosis of hypermobile ehlers-danlos syndrome.
that makes him also prone to getting migraines and headaches regularly, explaining the whole hating bright lights thing
he has had an eating disorder on and off since he was about 15; partly diagnosed, he meets the criteria for OSFED, so his ed is a bit. weird and all over the place. it’s mostly periods of restriction with a fear/disgust of food, followed by periods of binging and eating more or less normally. he’s closer to atypical bulimia, in terms of specifics, because the binge/purge episodes aren’t that frequent. he went inpatient once, and still jokes about how he was the only guy there. only his family knows about his eating issues as of now.
another thing about the ed is that it was already kind of in the making when alexy had his unaliving attempt, but that was really what kickstarted it all.
around UL, with nathaniel going absolutely off the fucking rails, armin and amber struck an odd friendship. they both could clock the other on their fucked up eating issues, but neither said anything for a long time, until amber did. they agreed to try and recover together.
his favourite pokemon type is ghost (thank you anon, idk anything about pokemon but i wanted to include this)
he plays animal crossing with kentin (who doesn’t like admitting that he plays it because it’s very relaxing for him) and jade.
he’s a gemini sun, cancer rising, libra moon, same as alexy.
he has add (adhd inattentive type) and his most common stims are bouncing his leg and chewing his pens. his object permanence is also absolute shit, if its out of sight, it doesn’t exist.
he doesn’t untie his shoes when taking them off or putting them on, and has ruined many perfectly good pairs of shoes that way.
he has made tik toks starring rocket the ferret
his playlists are lo-fi music, video games and movie soundtracks, and like. twenty one pilot.
his nose is crooked from when he broke it around 11 years old
he also bruises really easily (mostly due to his EDS) and his legs are always covered in various bruises. he’s also very clumsy, which doesn’t help
he doesn’t like alcohol; he doesn’t like the taste, the way it makes him feel and the aftermath; it doesn’t take much to affect him and he’ll sleep for an entire day. but he’ll sometimes drink in social situation just to not feel left out.
he’s bisexual. the less obvious stuff; what’s his type?? I know having a “type” isn't really a thing and u like who u like. with that said i think hed like slightly androgynous looking girls (soft spot for shaved heads. its soft;;), girls who are very very feminine but in an out of the ordinary way (think lolita, hyper pop fem vibe, goth girls in corsets, etc), guys who work out (he has a weakness for back muscles), in general people who stand out in a crowd be it with their appearance, style or their attitude
no i still have absolutely no idea how he would come out. i think he probably didn’t. he just started talking about it naturally, because it wasn’t a big deal. i think one day, either his mom or alexy made jokes about oh, when would he finally take this one cute girl on a date, and he just said, or maybe it’ll be a boy. it just happened like that
ref post for his fashion sense
he can do a killer winged liner. look, man’s into cosplay, of course he can.
he’s played mystic messenger ironically at first and then ended up actually liking it
he actually can draw, because he spent all middle school drawing anime characters in all his notebooks
he always sits kind of awkwardly (proof is the episode 12 illustration lmao) because 1. bi people can’t sit right (source: me) and 2. he’s just. really lanky and has long limbs and doesn’t really know what to do with all of it
this one is from an anon last year: “I have this weird hc about the twins. Alexy sleeps with like a million pillows and blankets , while Armin tries to sleep with pillows but throws it out every time even though he's asleep.” and i love it. he also probably sleep in very weird positions which leads to him waking up hurting a lot of the time
he also has a weighted blanket that he and alexy kind of just. get turns using when they both still live at their parents house. it helps armin’s pain, and alexy’s overstimulation issues. when they leave, armin gets the weighted blanket
armin has a dimple on his right cheek when he smiles
he helped alexy dye his hair until they moved out and started living separately
he has his driving license, but alexy doesn’t
he’s scared of dogs (he probably met demon at one point bc i like him and cas being friends, and he was so nervous about it, poor boy
he likes taking ice cold shower in the evening because the cold water and then sinking in a warm bed make him sleepy and actually helps him fall asleep
he probably played dnd at one point
he smokes ouid occasionally, at first it was recreational, but it kind of helped with his joint pain so
i think this is all of them? i might be missing a few ones i never wrote out or that are buried in my files but i honestly don't feel like going through the dozen unfinished fics and compilation documents that mention armin in my drive or i would still be here next year
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can u tell me a few fun facts about allison (and/or her creation)? she’s a really intriguing character!
Of course!! And thank you so much! She's one of my fave ocs so it means a lot to me that people still like her!
SPOILERS BELOW!
So I believe I said this at one point, but Allison was never meant to be a full fledged OC. She was just someone I had in my mind while talking to Keke.
Basically, I had seen a Tik Tok where someone was discussing Harry Potter and brought up the idea that "If Harry was a girl that looked like Lily, Snape would've treated her completely differently than in canon." And as an avid Snape hater, I absolutely agreed, and told Keke in my own words, "I think if I created a Harry Potter Sister!OC it would be to just dunk on Snape the entire time" and so Allison was born.
I had no intention of publishing her until Keke enabled me (love you babe) and she eventually grew into someone beyond the initial post that inspired her.
I wanted to play with the idea of growing up as a ghost of someone you never knew and when it came to her plot, I knew I wanted Allison to be someone who existed mainly in the background, someone who was talented at magic but didn't need to brag about it. And then there's the Tom Riddle of it all.
As Allison's story evolved, I decided that while Snape would remain an antagonistic force in her story, I wanted Tom Riddle to be her villain. Harry faced off against Voldemort, but Allison faced off against Tom Riddle, the man behind the monster. So that's where the idea of the diary came in, and when you're twelve you feel everything so deeply that it truly is like pouring your soul into whatever you do. And that's where the plot thread of "Hey what if Tom's soul, in a last ditch effort to create another horcrux, latched itself onto Allison's because of the connection they shared?"
Which eventually led to the central theme of Allison's story, which is that her life has been dictated by the men around her. She's been used, abused, manipulated, and coerced by every older man she's ever come into contact with, and so much of her life has been defined by them. And so her arc is about coming into her own as a woman, as herself, as a witch in her own right. Taking what her abusers left her and making it new again in a way that benefits her and makes the world better. And it also allows me to play with aspects of HP that I don't necessarily agree with, like how mental health and trauma is handled and how the magic system actually works.
Some fun facts (cause let's be honest this was kind of not fun and rather angsty haha):
She was born on August 1st, thirty minutes after Harry
When she was often forgotten by Aunt Petunia as a child, she would walk to a dance center and watch ballet classes, trying to teach herself.
Her hair is slightly more vibrant than Lily's but darker than Ginny's
Once she's out of her trauma shell, Allison is a literal wizard with pranks. Like good luck getting out of one she plays on you.
She is amazingly proficient at Wandless magic, more than most wizards her age.
She was named after Alice Longbottom, who is her godmother. Remus Lupin is her godfather.
She has a very complicated relationship with her mother and her Aunt Petunia.
She spends most of her summers at Dean Thomas's house after the events of fourth year.
Her love interest is Blaise Zabini cause I love and adore him
She's a Gryffindor
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With the beauty stuff going on here- think Bakugo and Shoto (maybe Shinso?) would comfort their s/o in regards to not entering certain clothing stores? I can't go into a lot of them because all/the majority of their clothes are for skinny/petite women and I can't fit into it. Plus, with all the good looking girls who work in those stores I can't help but compare myself and see the trash I am. Sometimes I get physically sick if I walk into the stores because its so overwhelming. Sigh. Wish those boys would be a comfort, but they'd probably just be awkward or break up wif me. Especially explody boy.
Legend... the only thing that’s trash here is your garbage attitude! I wanna let you know that I’m on the tubbier side, too... so when you say you’re trash, you’re calling me trash, too... and I honestly don’t like that nor do I agree... (and trust me, I hate fitting rooms too... why do you think i only wear pajamas all the time?)
because the truth is...YOU’RE NOT! You just live in a world that favors conventionally attractive and skinny people over everyone else. Obviously it isn’t bad to be either of those things, but we all have a duty to work hard at rewiring our brains to reevaluate society’s sense of beauty (esp since its very eurocentric, too).
it’s also funny you sent me this because I honestly believe that all the boys in bnha like chubby girls (but ofc they don’t discriminate)! im very genuine when i say that EVERYONE is their ideal type, and i could honestly talk for hours about how they’re too busy being heroes to give a crap about petty things such as looks and weight.
the truth is, “real men” (and real partners, for that matter) don’t care if you’re heavy, have beauty marks, anything, so therefore... the bnha boys dont mind those things, either.
plus lmfao... todo, bakugo, and shinso are all actually in my top list of chubby chasers soooo (although im biased and think every character is on that list tbh)...
none of them would break up with you for your insecurities! They of all people understand what it’s like to be ashamed of things (as Bakugo faces feelings of inferiority, Shinso has his quirk, and Todo’s family is bananas), so they would only want to comfort you if you ever expressed your concerns.
Not to mention, they all seem like the type to be in a relationship for the long haul... So if they’re already dating you, it means they’re in it FOR LIFE🤞🏻
Which is why, none of what you do could ever bother them... and as for comforting...
I don’t think either Bakugo, Todo, or Shinso are really going to notice if you don’t want to or can’t go into certain clothing stores. They’re heroes (and boys for that matter💀) with a lot on their mind, so if you mention you don’t like shopping somewhere, they’re just going to assume that you either don’t feel like it or it’s not your style.
Their heads don’t really connect your insecurities with your shopping preferences, simply because they assume you already know what you like to wear and where you like to shop.
In Shinso’s case, while I can see him picking up on some of your subtleties, such as avoiding certain stores and/or sections, he’s probably not really going to think it’s a serious issue or bring up the topic unless you initiate the conversation yourself, mostly because he (doesn’t want to be at the mall) assumes you already know that he likes your body and really doesn’t care what you wear.
That being said, when you are in fitting rooms together, he gets pretty handsy even before you start getting frustrated by things. Definitely distracts you from doing anything by whistling at you or grabbing at your thighs and pulling you between his legs from where he sits on the tiny stool they’ve provided... Also probably puts in some effort beforehand too, helping you pick out things that he likes and are more likely to fit in the first place.
Bakugo is pretty similar to this, as well. With his parents working in the design industry, he definitely has a good eye for sizing and can help you pick out the most accurate things for your body type. He’s actually really useful because you can hold up anything, and he’ll generally have a pretty good idea on whether the style will suit you or not, and if it’s in the right size. This makes trying things on a bit more bearable, as you honestly end up fitting everything you bring into the changing room.
He’s also good to shop with because he’s probably not gonna let you go to any shitty clothing stores either... So wherever you end up going is probably gonna have better stuff that’s in every size, anyway (it’s literally like 2200 and people have quirks... you can’t tell me stores would have things for literally every shape). The nice thing about this too is that everything you end up getting is super comfortable for that exact reason.
Definitely can stay pretty serious in the dressing rooms... but you have to be careful because the moment you guys get home he’s gonna be horn-nee.
Todoroki, on the other side of all of this, is literally motherfucking useless. It’s not that he doesn’t want to be comforting, it’s just he really just doesn’t put the puzzle pieces of your insecurity together AND thinks you look good in everything, regardless... so even if you tried to explain why you hate shopping, he’s just like “but everyone has things they don’t fit?”
HOWEVER..... the redeeming quality about him is.... HE IS RICH!!! And probably grew up with a tailor, and/or at least a family stylist, so once you’re in with him, he just adds you onto the bill for that, too. Say goodbye shopping, hello to having clothing that fits you shipped right to your door... (and Todo just loves staring at you while you get measured for outfits).
SO.... sorry for my earlier harshness... it’s just because I love and care about you sooooo much!! as well as understand what it’s like to feel like a freak in forever 21...
ANYWAY... here’s just some little things I wanted to include, too!
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I used to think that Bakugo wouldn’t have a preference for thick girls, but then I saw this tik tok that was like, “my attractive friends always ask me where all the hot and fit boys are.... in these guts bitch” and my perspective changed entirely... I just know a beefy boy like him who has a mean mommy LOVES curves... like you can’t tell me he doesn’t see your belly and absolutely melts... like that shit is straight FAXXXXXXXXXXX no printer... (i also saw a tik tok today that was like, “would you fuck me if i was skinny? and the person said “i would fuck you right now.” and tbh that’s big baku energy LOL)
Todoroki also definitely gives me vibes where if you’re like, “but i look ugly in ____,” he’s just like, “doesn’t matter, it’s you.” AND YES TBH i cried
AND shinso... god tbh shinso is the guy that all your friends are jealous of bc he’s the one who’s like, “I like my women with meat on them” because he doesn’t believe in skinny culture or diets... he wants you chubby bc chubby just kinda looks more correct.... tbh king shit
#bakugo x reader#shinso x reader#shinsou x reader#todoroki x reader#todoroki#bakugo#shinso#shinso thoughts#bakugo thoughts#todoroki thoughts#sorry this took so long its hard to type with my nails#ask#anon#Anonymous#i went off sorry yall#and dont worry to my skinny queens bc they love u too
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the paradox of emily prentiss’ audience perception and character design
some of y’all about to be real mad at me, but it must be said:
emily prentiss’ character design makes no sense: my personal opinion + an objective analysis
i think it can be challenging to separate the versions of characters we have in our little brains from actual canon content, but doing so is important for understanding what those characters are truly like, especially within the context of their environment and in contrast to others around them. plus developing a deeper understanding of the media we consume is super fun and interesting! with that being said: emily prentiss should not work for the fbi and here’s why (in three parts regarding who’s responsible: cbs, paget, and fans) (sit down and grab a snack i promise this is over 3k words)
quick disclaimer: i don’t dislike emily at all! that’s my girl, i just looked closer and realized some funky things the writers did and felt the need to analyze her of course: so let’s get into it
part one: what cbs did
cbs set the stage for emily’s introduction on the heels of the departure of lola glaudini as elle greenaway! lola has clarified that she decided to leave the show because filming in los angeles was not the best environment for her personally, and after one successful season on a major network (but not much established long term plot or drama beyond elle’s departure as a character) a consistent ensemble cast was required- particularly because the bau had been criticized for being predominantly male in the first few episodes of the show and not much development was given to penelope or jj yet. enter emily prentiss.
for the duration of seasons 2-3ish, emily was framed as a chip off the block that was elle greenaway, just slightly…richer? in her first few episodes emily was hesitantly polite but ambitious, clean cut, intellectually concise and held her own within the team. she seemed equal parts intimidated and frustrated by her male superiors (gideon, hotch) but certainly proves herself among other profilers. her childhood was explored only within reference to her strained relationship with her mother (which was only ever referenced once more after the fact) and we received a short overview of her educational and career history in her first few episodes. emily fit right into the hole elle had left, and didn’t have many major storylines yet.
seasons 4-6 brought a bit more development and depth to emily’s character! she begins dropping more snarky remarks, one liners, and socially deepening her relationships with the other team members. this seems more within the lines of elle’s design, but emily arguably took more time to grow into her place within the team. during the foyet arc she was vulnerable and supportive, and the doyle arc gave her some independence and agency she didn’t have previously. this era also solidified her appearance and persona as more edgy, which falls in line with general fanon perception of her character (especially when compared to jj or penelope). i can’t address this era or season 7 without mentioning that cbs was actively trying to remove paget from the cast, similar to how they did to aj cook as well. paget has spoken about this instance before, and i believe it slightly affected her portrayal of her character, and “lauren” was somewhat of a goodbye for both paget and emily (thus why she wished for mgg to direct since they were best friends).
season 7: in my opinion, one of the best seasons for emily. she was wisened and deeply wounded by her experiences with doyle, which was understandable of course. she returned to the team she loved and learned to appreciate life in a different way, remaining mature during this time period as well! though her departure was a bit less than graceful and sudden at the end of this season, it made sense compared to some other exits the team had seen.
now *sigh* all the rest.
paget as emily appears in two separate guest appearances (once in s9 and once in s11, and she is referenced offscreen as well) before permanently reprising her role as unit chief of the bau. these appearances were most likely to boost ratings and get the team back together (i.e. 200) or just to pepper in international cases (tribute). emily’s personality remains pretty consistent here, just more mature and comfortable in leadership positions (seeing as she is running an entire branch of an international law enforcement organization). then season 12 hit.
upon the departure of thomas gibson as hotch, cbs reached out to paget to see if she would be interested in fulfilling her role as emily within a longer term unit chief position. i’ll get into why this is wack in a few paragraphs, but the remainder of her time on the show is spent on a mature portrayal that seems very distant from her previous versions. emily is more authoritative, gives orders with ease, and has no qualms about leading a team of agents or even receiving promotion offers as director of the entire bureau.
thus concludes a general summary of the canon content cbs gave us as viewers. now let's talk about what they didn’t give us, regrettably
the primary aspect of emily’s design that comes to mind for many is her queer coding. though not much was to be expected from cbs, a prime time cable tv network, each of her relationships on the show (all with men) seemed oddly forced, and without much chemistry as compared to the SOs of other main characters. rumors of scrapped plotlines have floated around about what may have been, but the ultimate lack of acknowledgement of any queer characters in the main ensemble still leaves a feeling of disappointment to audiences, and leaves more to be desired as for how emily navigates social bonds.
part two (sidebar): what paget did
i think it could be agreed within audiences that paget brewster’s portrayal of emily made the role what it was! her dry witty delivery and emotional prowess combined with sitcom acting experience made her performance a mainstay for years. i think she did the best she could with a confusing and at times flat characterization, and brought the role to life.
paget also heavily contributes to fanon indirectly with her comments outside of the show (press, cameos, twitter etc). her general continued interest and fondness for the role post production affects fan perception, particularly in what she chooses to elevate and comment on. she and aj have both spoken about viewing jemily content, and paget and thomas have both also commented on hotchniss. most cast members feel free to comment on their characters in the appropriate timing, and seem open to discussing fanon ships and theories outside of canon!
part three: what fanon did
as we can tell from this fan space as well as the presence on insta, tik tok and twitter, fans LATCHED onto emily super quickly. she’s remained a favorite over the years, and this fan persistence is what brought her back so many times after leaving (so many times). in my opinion, queer coding and a bolder female trope (in contrast to her female counterparts) are the main pulls because they resonated with so many fans- new and old. with that being said, newer fans of the show in the past year in particular have been heavily influential in fanon, solely because of the large influx of fan content and popularity of it.
fan content began to take coding and bite size moments and snippets from the show as canon, and cemented it into much of the content and discourse they created. these small pieces of emily’s character are significant, but have become magnified by how easily they are to share and edit. for example, a collection of catchy one liners from emily over the seasons makes for a great video edit intro, or gifset! there’s absolutely no problem with this content, it just all combines to create a certain fanon perception no character escapes (this isn’t a phenomenon limited to emily or the cm fandom!)
these droves of content also solidified emily’s personality as much more defined, but at the same time, simplified it in a way that’s slightly harder to explain.
fanon: more emo/goth than canon basis
fanon: more introverted/anti social than canon basis
fanon: more violent/chaotic when canon emily is relatively well mannered and doesn’t start many conflicts (particularly in the workspace)
fanon: much less maternal when canon emily displays desire on multiple occasions (even crossing professional borders) for children, particularly teenage girls (possibly projection)
(again, nothing wrong with this interpretation at all and it still varies! This is just a generalization based on most of the popular content i have seen)
part 4: why it doesn’t work
let me start with this: emily prentiss does not like her job.
we don’t receive much in depth information about emily’s internal feelings and thoughts towards her mother beyond resentment. this stems from wanting to make it on her own, as a professional and as an individual (cough cough college deposits). this makes emily’s insistence on proving herself to authority figures in her earlier seasons is interesting to watch in different circumstances. she cites her experience and denies help from her mother when justifying her placement in the bau to hotch, she is extra vigilant about being helpful on her first case with gideon, etc. nevertheless, emily forges her own path outside of diplomacy and becomes a successful profiler and agent, with the help of her privilege, wealth and name whether she likes it or not. but if we read between the lines and fill in the blanks cbs neglected, these ambitions may subconsciously be oriented towards pleasing her mother.
example one: emily’s authority issues go further than just “rebellion” or “anarchy”, she frequently questions the ethics and sustainability of the work that the bau does. every team member does this, but emily much more so than anybody else.
in “amplification”, emily almost breaks federal protocol to inform civilians of anthrax threats. she butts heads with both hotch and rossi on this front, and ends the episode with having a conversation with rossi about the ethics of lying in their line of work. emily resigns to a solemn “it be like that” and moves along, accepting this reality.
on multiple different occasions emily laments to derek about the darkness she sees on the job, and it’s shown that this gets to her quickly on particularly bad cases. this is another contradiction of the design that she can supposedly “compartmentalize” better than others on the team, when she cannot unless the lives of others are at risk (doyle arc, s7 finale).
emily also responds in this way to many cases involving children, a similarity to jj many don’t notice upon first watching the series. “seven seconds” and “children of the dark” come to mind, during the latter in which emily is prepared to cross multiple professional lines to adopt a teenage girl left orphaned by the case, until hotch stops her and establishes that her emotions can’t rule her judgement on the job. regardless of hotch’s thoughts about her attempted caretaking abilities, these actions and impulses deeply contradict the typical bureaucratic pathways of the work the bau does.
the looming reputation of her mother’s diplomatic history hangs over emily, and after going to law school and working for the cia, she most likely did want to forge her own path as far away from being a socialite: being a spy. her inner nature doesn’t always reflect this profession, and leads me to believe that with her knowledge of psychology, law procedure and care for children: emily prentiss might be more inclined to working in social work, placing suffering children and teenagers in homes they deserve.
and finally, the hill i will die on: emily prentiss was an bad unit chief
this wonderful post touches on my general sentiment, but there were many reasons as to why emily prentiss’ career arc makes little to no sense (plot holes included).
first: her background. emily attended chesapeake bay university as well as yale and achieved a ba in criminal justice. keep in mind that though timelines evidently don’t exist in the cm universe, emily prentiss is ONE YEAR older than aaron hotchner (for context). in her first episode, she professes that she has worked for the bureau for a little under ten years in midwestern offices- something the audience laters knows to not be true. emily worked with the cia and interpol as a part of a profiling team and undercover agent up until roughly TWO YEARS before her canon introduction. plot holes and time gaps aside, this makes me wonder, why didn’t she just say the cia was a backstop without revealing the highly confidential nature of her work with doyle (similar to jj’s state department backstop and cover story)? penelope or hotch could have easily accessed her file and seen that she did not in fact have experience with the bureau in midwestern offices recently, and given the fact that erin strauss set up her bau placement, i’m presuming these formalities or references were overlooked.
second: her experience within the team. emily worked as a part of the bau with the bureau for roughly 6 or 7 years. after this, she is invited to run the entire london branch of interpol, one of the most renowned international law enforcement organizations. i’m surely not the most knowledgeable on requirements or standard timelines for such matters, but with the fact that emily had never led a team in her life (not in the bau or interpol previously) and had roughly 10 years of field experience, i don’t believe she would have ever realistically been considered eligible to run the whole london department.
third: her return to the bureau. fanon depiction of their relationship aside, if you believe aaron hotchner’s last wish before going into witsec was to entrust his team to emily prentiss, you’re dead mistaken. bringing emily back was clearly a pull for ratings after the loss of two main characters (hotch and derek), but logistically a bad decision. let’s suppose emily has had 4 or 5 years of experience in london now, this established authority position would be unlikely to change at the drop of a hat, even for old teammates or friends. also considering how close they were after a decade of working closely in bureaucratic and field contexts, i firmly believe hotch would have referred jj for the job of unit chief but that’s another discussion for another time.
emily’s reign as unit chief is odd, because of the many chaotic storylines crammed into it. but amidst bad writing and viewings plummeting, emily’s character is completely flattened. completely. emily is unrecognizable, both in appearance (that god awful wig) and personality. at times she acts as a complete wise authority, giving orders and delegating local authorities as hotch did. but at other times she makes multiple illegal, emotional, and incorrect judgement calls based on personal circumstances that lead to further chaos (deleting the recording of her and reid’s mexico conversation and reprimanding luke in “luke” for the exact same thing she did in season 6 even though she enabled her to do so come to mind).
i’m not sure if this is due to paget trying to find her footing in the role again, or the writer’s bad decisions towards the end of the show wrecking any previous design for their ensemble. then, there’s the infamous “wheels up” scene in s13e1. notoriously cringey, this seems like a vague caricature of something rossi would say many years in the past (the same goes for her pep talk in “red light” in the hunt for diana reid). these moments are meant to mature emily in the audience’s eye, but instead completely removed her from who we understood her to be, and made her an unreliable leader.
part five: and why it does
in theory, emily was a bolder foil to jj, similar to elle who she arguably replaced at first. she came into her own, and stands as a more uniquely developed character than almost any other in the main ensemble. she isn’t as maternal or domestically inspiring as canon jj, less bright and sunny than penelope, not quite as stoic or intimidating as derek or hotch. And yet at the same time, she’s a fairly blank slate. stripping fanon content away entirely, canon emily has few defining traits (all of which are constantly changing), and that may be the key to why we love her so much.
#long post#emily prentiss#ITS HERE#and its a doozy#read if you'd like#leah writes#if there's typos i apologize#this was a fever dream
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Completely agree with all the discourse on Emily the fireball girl who started a line in fucking Spain and then had the audacity to complain about it. I used to follow her on tik tok and I remember when she got to spain she posted & complained that she had to dry her clothes on a clothesline outside of her apartment window. I unfollowed her after that because how are u gonna travel to an entire different country on the other side of the world to see a band you literally met and do absolutely 0 research on the customs & different ways of life in said country, then get online and complain about how “weird” or “sketchy” it is. American ignorance at its finest. I’ve never gotten pissed over fandom discourse but this situation makes me legitimately angry. And then she has the audacity to get on twitter and try to take the peace love and unity high road… she has no respect and even less self awareness.
#greta van fleet#gvf#josh gvf#sam gvf#jake gvf#josh kiszka#danny wagner#danny gvf#jake kiszka#sam kiskza
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“Natural” - Chapter 13 - Embry Call x Reader
Movie Night
Waking up in the morning with Embry in my bed was a level of comfort and serenity that I don’t think I could ever describe. I look over at his peaceful form, the sun shining in through the fold in the curtain.
I watch as his chest rises up and down, his slow, peaceful breathing accompanied by a very light snore. His black hair falling over his face that’s nuzzled deep into my pillow. His warm, russet skin shining in the sun beams. His warmth radiating against my colder skin.
“Good morning.” His raspy voice mumbles against the pillow.
“Good morning, Em.” I whisper.
“What’re you looking at, beautiful?” He smirks.
“Just you.” I blush.
I don’t honestly believe that this is something I’ll ever get used to. Embry, and everything about him, felt like an absolute blessing. It felt surreal, really.
“Awe, bean. You’re cute when you blush.”
“Stop.” I whine, slightly giggling.
“No, I like it. It’s cute.” He sits up, wrapping his arms around me.
“I mean, thank you.” I look down at my hands.
“So, I was thinking.” Embry begins.
“That’s a first.” I tease, poking his nose.
“Hah hah, very funny. Anyway, what if we went camping? Now that I won’t have to be here for patrol tonight or tomorrow. We can leave today and spend a night out, and come home for tomorrow. Then you can see your friend and Leah.” His vibrant smile beaming brighter than the sunlight.
“I would love that. We can start packing now.” I shriek, having a difficult time to contain my excitement.
“Of course.” He smiles, leaving a kiss on my lips.
I practically spring up from my bed and begin packing my backpack full of any clothes I would need for tonight and tomorrow. I put on a pair of jeans and throw on a t-shirt.
“Someone’s excited.” Embry chuckles.
“We’ve always talked about camping together, and now we can.” I turn around, smiling.
“I know, I’m so excited to go with you.” He smiles, pulling me close to him.
His hands grab my hips, driving me nuts as usual. I trace my fingers up his biceps until my arms wrap around his neck, pulling myself up to kiss his soft lips once again. His hands tighten their grip on my hips as he deepens the kiss.
“We have to finish packing.” He pulls away breathlessly.
“That we do.” I shake my head.
“We can continue that later tonight.” He gives me a cheeky smirk.
I nod as my cheeks are deepening to another shade of red.
I grab some blankets, pillows, and search for sleeping bags in the closet downstairs.
We pack some food for the small trip before heading over to Embry’s house to pick up his tent and clothes for him to wear.
I look around for Tiffany while we were here, alas she had to have been working.
“Have you talked to her the last few days or have you been completely MIA?” I ask as he packs a backpack for himself.
“She thought I was camping with everyone. We’re in contact.” He looks back at me.
“Good. I don’t want her to worry herself to death.” I smile at him.
“Me neither.” He sighs.
We make our way back to my car and he leads the way to a site of his choice.
“I’ll give it to you, Em. You know these woods better than anyone else.” I chuckle.
“I know, I’m basically a map now.” He laughs, pointing in the direction to turn.
I follow his navigation and after an hour or so of driving, we eventually make it to a trail leading to a clearing, thankfully a bathroom within walking distance.
We grab all of our stuff and begin our journey to the clearing. Embry and I set up the tent relatively quickly.
“I’m hungry.” Embry whines.
“You’re always hungry.” I giggle.
“Yeah, and?” He laughs.
“So let’s eat.” I smile, reaching into the food we packed.
I felt my phone vibrate in my back pocket. I pull it out to see a text from Alyssa.
“Hey (Y/N), are you free tomorrow?” - Alyssa
“Yes I am. Do you wanna come over for a pizza and movie night?” - me
“Sure, sounds good. Should I bring anything?” - Alyssa
“Nope. I can invite my friends, too. If you’d like. :)” - me
“That sounds fun.” - Alyssa
“Okay, come for like 6.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
I place the phone back in my pocket after sending her my address and take a sip of water.
“We should invite everyone over tomorrow at seven. I told Alyssa there would be a pizza and movie night at my house, but she’s coming at six.”
“Sounds fun, I’ll send a text in the group chat.” He says, pulling his phone out.
“Great.” I smile.
We finished eating and cleaned everything up.
“Can we go on a hike?” I ask.
“Of course, beautiful.” His large hand reaches out for mine, pulling me off the stump I sat on.
I follow Embry’s lead the whole walk, which took about an hour or so. We played a lot of iSpy on the way, though.
A chipmunk, the recycling bin, the bag of cheetos someone left on the floor (which I picked up and threw out), the trees, my backpack, and the dog poop someone didn’t pick up like they were supposed to. Those were the answers to the iSpy game we had.
“Okay, we’re here.” Embry smiles.
“Wow, it’s beautiful.” I admire the view.
We were in a canyon of sorts, admiring some of the beauty that the Olympic National Forest has to offer. I look down, noticing the drop off, my heartbeat beginning to race.
“I won’t let you fall, bean.” His arm wrapping around my waist.
“Thank you.” I continue to look around.
Embry always washed my fears away easily. Being with Embry made me feel invincible. I felt all my worries melt away.
I look over at him, smiling at the beautiful boy.
We sat there for a few hours, enjoying each other’s company as well as the view before heading back to the campsite.
It was beginning to get dark and I heard Embry’s stomach grumbling.
“I can start the fire and then we can eat.” I smile at him.
“Sounds good to me, bean.” I felt warm, soft lips press to my temple.
The light from the fire created cast orange all around it, the crackling soothing my ears. The smell bringing me a new sense of peace.
Embry and I ate dinner and roasted s’mores. I sat basically velcroed to his side, just how I like.
“Look at the stars.” He points up to the sky.
“Wow.” I breathe out.
“Come on, let’s stargaze.” He grabs my hand, leading me over to the picnic table at our site.
We lay on it, both of us laying our heads on his arms.
“I like that one.” I point up to the sky.
“Which one? There’s like forty in that direction.” He chuckles.
“That one, Em.” I point again.
“Ahhh, nice. It’s pretty.” He agrees.
“You don’t even know which one I’m talking about.” I giggle.
“I don’t have to. I know it’s beautiful, they all are. Just like you.” He presses a kiss to my cheek.
I turn over to him and press my lips to his. His hands once again find my hips, pulling me into his side.
“Maybe we should go into the tent.” I raise an eyebrow.
“I think we should.” His smirk sends chills up my spine.
And so we did, we took it to the tent.
Soon after, we fell asleep holding each other.
In the morning, the smell of the trees pleasantly invaded their way into my senses. The heat from the sun invading through the polyester walls.
“Good morning.” Embry’s raspy morning voice once again sending chills up my spine.
“Morning, Em.” I smile at him.
“Let’s eat.” He smiles, springing himself up from the sleeping bag.
“You got it.” I smile, following suit.
I caught Embry staring at me, once again. Not something out of the ordinary, though I always wondered why.
“What’s wrong, do I have something on my face?” I ask.
“No, it’s just you. You’re so beautiful.” A blush finds its way to his cheeks, following an uncontrollable grin.
“Awe, Em.” I coo, walking myself over and sitting in his lap.
“I just feel so lucky.” He breathes into my neck.
“Me too. Like the luckiest girl in the world.” I smile, pressing a kiss to his warm cheek.
Sitting in Embry’s presence felt better than merely being near anyone else. It was as if sitting in silence with Embry could beat any conversation with anyone else. I guess that’s a soulmate, though.
“What time is it?” I ask him.
“A little past noon.” He shrugs.
“Okay. So who’s coming tonight?”
“Well, Seth and Leah for sure. Jacob can’t because he’s basically broken in half for a bit longer. Quil said he would. Overall, the rest of them said they’re busy with their friends or families. Well, Jared said he’s too busy ‘doing hot girl shit,’ whatever that means.”
“Alright. Good for Jared, I think that’s a tik tok thing. But Seth, Leah, Quil, Alyssa, and us sounds like a good group.” I chuckle.
“It definitely is.” He laughs, pulling me closer to his chest.
“Well, we should probably head home soon. By the time we got back it’s gonna be after three. And then cleaning all this crap up.” I sigh.
“We can do this again, whenever you want to.” He smiles at me.
“I would like that.” I press a kiss to his forehead.
His warm chest felt like home, and maybe that’s why I always felt like Forks was my home. It was my ticket to Embry my whole life.
We pack up the site and make our hike back down the trail to my car. The drive back once again blasting our shared playlist, revisiting all the feelings we held secret for years.
Embry insisted we stop at his house first since his mother was at work. My heart ached for both him and his mother. Secrets like this are good for neither of them, I couldn’t imagine the pain it brought to them.
The drive to my house was quick, and unpacking all of our stuff didn’t take too long.
I check the time and see it to be after 3:30.
“Well, what can we do now?” I look over to Embry.
“Well, we could get stuff ready. Or we can make out.” He wiggles his eyebrows at me.
“I mean, one of those is far more tempting than the other.” I smirk, walking closer to him.
Next thing I knew, we were on my couch, his warm body pressed against mine. His soft lips pressing onto mine with slight aggression. Embry drove me nuts, there was no denying that.
Some time later, we pulled apart breathlessly.
“Maybe I should get the living room ready.” I smile at him.
“I think so.” He kisses my forehead.
I grab pillows and blankets, creating a comfortable area on the floor for whoever decides to take that instead of the couches. Also blankets for Alyssa and I, as most people who don’t run 108.9 like when they watch movies. I grab snacks and drinks from the latest grocery shopping trip and bring them into the living room, leaving them on the coffee table.
“Alyssa should be getting here soon.” I say happily.
“You excited to see her?” Embry asks me with a kind smile.
“Very. That was one of my only actual friends in Forks.” I return his smile back to him.
“That’s exciting. And now she gets to meet all your La Push friends.”
“She does. And it will be great to finally have some merger there.”
We sat back on the couch, chatting about more things to do on the next camping trip as we were much less limited than others in terms of safety and location. Discussing a group trip with our friends.
Our conversation was interrupted by a knock on my front door.
“Alyssa!” I swing the door open, smiling.
“(Y/N)!” She laughs.
“Come in, let’s catch up.” I pull her in for a hug.
“Yes please.” She giggles.
“Nobody else is gonna be here for an hour, I left that for us to talk about life.” I chuckle.
“Sounds like a plan.”
“I’ll go take a nap, let you guys have your girl talk.” Embry says, kissing my forehead before waving and jogging upstairs to my room.
“So… how is life? How is everything?” I ask.
“Well, my girlfriend and I broke up about a year ago. She cheated on me. So that wasn’t fun, but other than that I’m doing great. I got the program I wanted to a few months ago, I’m gonna become a teacher.” She smiled.
“That’s incredible! Congrats. On the school thing. But as for Chelsea? Seriously? You guys were together from like freshman year of high school. What a witch.” I look at her with comforting eyes.
“Yeah, right? She’s not worth being sad about anymore, though. I’m ready to have fun again, I’ve been okay for a while. I go to school in the fall and I’ll be dorming. I’m quite excited. What’re you doing for school?” She smiles at me.
“Well, I got into the program I want, too. I’m going to be going online, though. But I’m studying economics, I think I want to go to law school.” I smile.
“That’s great! Congratulations.” She beams.
“Right. Wait, where are you going to school?”
“University of Washington. I’m excited.”
“No shot, me too.” I smile.
“No way, you’ll have to come hang out at my dorm sometimes. You’re gonna need to make friends.” She encourages me.
“That sounds like fun.”
We catch up some more before I notice the time. I decided to call to order the pizza at 6:45, that way it would come shortly after people got here. I ordered five pies.
“Five pies? How many of your other friends are coming?” She asks.
“Uhh, I think there’s gonna be like six of us all together.” I shrug.
“Don’t you think that five pies is a lot?” She asks me, raising her eyebrow.
“Definitely not with them. There is no end to their hunger.” I laugh.
“If you say so.” She laughs, doubting my words.
“You’ll see.” I chimed.
I tell her that I should go wake Embry up and begin my walk up the stairs.
I open my door and she his silhouette laying in the bed. The darkness of my room made it impossible to make much else out.
“Embry, wake up.” I say walking over to my bed.
“Already?” He laughs.
“Yeah, already.” I chuckle, placing a hand on his shoulder to wake him up.
“Alright, only for you.” He sits up, pressing a kiss to my forehead.
“Thanks. Let’s get downstairs.” I mumble, thankfully the darkness hid the reddening of my cheeks at his softspoken words.
“Good morning, Alyssa.” Embry yawns from the stairway.
“Good morning?” She laughs at his goofiness.
A knock at the door interrupts us. I walk over to see Quil, Seth, and Leah.
“Hey!” I smile.
“Hey, (Y/N)!” Seth beams with his contagious smile.
“What’s up, dork?” Quil laughs.
“Hey, (Y/N).” Leah says softly, smiling at me.
“Come on in, the pizza should be here soon.”
“Thank god, I’m starving.” Quil huffs.
“I just watched you eat two big macs an hour ago.” Leah looks at him.
“Okay, and?” He laughs.
“Alright everyone, this is my friend Alyssa. Alyssa this is Quil, Seth, and Leah.” I smile, pointing to everyone down the line.
“Hello.” She smiles, waving at everyone. Looking at them as I point.
Though her face stopped at one.
I look and follow her gaze, noticing it stopped at the last face. Leah’s.
Leah had a dazed look on her face, mouth slightly agape.
My eyes widen, looking at Embry’s face that mimicked my shock. In fact, so did Quil’s and Seth’s.
“Hey.” Alyssa exhales.
“Hi.” Leah mumbled, her face quickly turning to one of confusion.
“Oh, this took a turn.” Quil mumbled, in which Seth quickly swatted him with his arm.
I gave Quil a glare, letting him know that now was not a time for jokes.
“Alright, so let’s pick a movie. What movie?” I ask everyone, trying to break the silence.
“Let’s watch The Cat in The Hat.” Quil chuckles.
“It’s a true cinematic masterpiece.” Embry agrees.
“What is wrong with you?” I laugh.
“I mean, it is really funny. We used to talk about it in class all the time.” Alyssa laughs.
“You’re right. Is everyone good with watching that? I think we all need a good laugh.” I smile.
“Yeah. That works.” Leah mumbles.
“Sure. I’m down to watch anything.” Seth smiles.
“Great.” I turn the TV on and begin playing the movie.
Leah takes a spot on the floor by herself, in front of Quil and Seth that took the couch next to the one that Embry and I sat on. Alyssa found herself a spot on the other side of me.
About fifteen minutes into this nonsense, I hear knocking at the door once again.
“Do you want me to pause it, babe?” Embry asks.
“Please don’t.” I smile and walk to the door to get the pizza.
“Your loss.” Quil huffs, laughing at the movie.
I roll my eyes as I get the pizza from the door.
“Let me help you.” I hear Leah say behind me, grabbing the pizza from me so I can pay the delivery guy.
“Thanks, Leah. You can keep the change.” I smile at him.
“You got it. Where’s your bathroom? Also can I borrow a warmer shirt? I’m cold.” She asks, putting the pizza down next to the snacks on the coffee table.
I look at her confused, as she knows where the bathroom is down here, also because this girl would never be cold. It’s then that I noticed the look in her eyes. She didn’t have to use the bathroom and she wasn’t cold. She needed to talk and she needed to talk now.
“You can use the one upstairs, there’s one next to my room. I’ll show you where it is and I’ll get you a sweater.” I nod.
“I’m kinda cold, too. Can I also have a sweater?” Seth asks, noticing the discomfort in his sister.
Quil and Embry look at Seth with a dumbfounded look, though I wave them off.
“Uh, yeah. Come follow, too.” I manage to say.
All three of us walk up the stairs and into my room.
“Are you okay?” I ask Leah, shutting my door.
“I don’t know, I’m so confused.” She says softly,
“I understand. That was a lot.” I lay a comforting hand on her shoulder.
Seth walks over and places another comforting hand on Leah’s other arm.
“I just… Everything I saw felt so right. I just, I don’t know her. I didn’t think I would imprint on a woman. It’s not even that I’m mad about it, I always felt attracted to some women, I just never actually dated any. I just assumed I either wouldn’t imprint or I would imprint on a man, because none of the guys ever imprinted on another guy, even in the stories. But what do I make of it?” She asks me in a panic, speaking a million miles a minute.
“I know, I know. Of course it feels right, it’s supposed to. But just remember, it doesn’t have to be romantic if you don’t want it to be.” I remind her.
“It was in what I saw. I saw us together, I saw us happily holding hands. I saw us kissing. I saw us cuddling by a fire. I saw it all.” She looks at me with concerned eyes.
“Leah, it’s okay. It’s all okay. That’s beautiful, if it’s what you want.” I say.
“Leah, if you’re afraid about imprinting on another woman, don’t worry about that. I don’t care. Mom doesn’t care. Nobody here would care. We love you for you and we want you to be happy.” Seth rubs her back comfortingly.
“You mean that?” Her lip starts to quiver.
“Of course. You’re my sister, you’re my best friend.” Seth pulls her into a hug.
“Leah, I’m here for you every step of the way. We all are. I think that you should be her friend, see how that goes. If it develops further, then it does. If not, don’t stress. You’d then have another best friend.” I smile at her.
“Thank you.” She smiles, nodding her head and hugging me.
“Who knows, Leah? Take things as they come. We’ll be here every step of the way, okay?”
“Okay.” She nods.
“Bring it in.” Seth grabs us both and pulls us into a huge hug.
The crushing weight of his arms was one that felt really nice. I felt all the love in this hug. We stay like this for a few moments before I break the silence.
“Let’s go get some pizza before Quil and Embry eat it all. Or torture Alyssa.” I laugh.
“You’re right. We’ve been up here a little long.” Leah smiles softly.
“They better have saved us some pizza.” Seth huffs.
“I’m sure they did. They might’ve killed two pies already, though.” I chuckle walking out of my room and down the stairs, Seth and Leah trailing close behind.
“Welcome back, you missed a lot.” Quil chuckles.
“Shut up. There better be pizza left.” I glare at him and Embry.
“There is, there is.” Embry defends, placing his hands up in surrender, chewing on his pizza.
“Good, I’m starving.” Seth says, grabbing two slices from the box.
Leah and I both grab a slice before sitting back in our spots.
“Where’s your sweater, Seth?” Quil teases.
“They didn’t fit him.” I look at Quil with hard eyes.
“Yeah, it was a shame.” Seth laughs on the couch.
The rest of the movie was filled with laughter. I sat in Embry’s lap, appreciating the warmth he brought me.
“Next movie?” Embry asks.
“We can watch Jackass.” Quil suggests.
“Oh yeah, because you guys just need ideas. You, Paul, and Jared will be tearing up the town by tomorrow morning if we watch that.” I laugh.
“You got me there.” Quil laughs.
“Great, it’s settled. We’re watching Mean Girls.” I announce.
“Oh god.” Quil whines.
“It’s a great movie, you’re gonna love it at the end of the night. You’ll be quoting it, guaranteed.” I tell him.
“It is a great movie.” Alyssa agrees.
So we watch it, and halfway through the movie I notice that nobody is more invested than Quil, Embry, and Seth. Causing the girls and I to laugh at them.
After the movie ended, we all began to get up and stretch.
“Thank you for having me, (Y/N). I think I’m gonna get going now, though. I have work in the morning but I had fun, we should all hang out again some time. It was great to meet you all.” She smiles, hugging me goodbye.
“Yeah, of course, we should hang out again soon. I’ll walk you to the door.” I smile, leading Alyssa to the door and watching her get into her car, noticing Leah do just the same.
“Thank you!” She calls out as she gets into her car.
I waved goodbye before shutting the door as she drove off.
“Well, we should all probably get going soon.” Leah trails off.
“Alright, I’ll see you guys soon.” I smile before I pull her into a really tight hug.
“Thank you.” She whispers in my ear before pulling away.
“Bye, (Y/N). Thanks for having us. I had fun.” He smiles before they take off.
“I mean, I should probably leave, too. I know you guys value your alone time, now.” Quil wiggles his eyebrows.
“Shut up, dick.” Embry pulls him into a headlock, giving him a noogie.
“That’s a weird way to say thank you for helping you not be a father at 18, but okay.” He laughs, wrestling Embry back.
“Thanks, Quil. I thank you for your help. But Embry did say he would do this.” I giggle.
“Fine, go get your own condoms from now on. I’m not taking them from Paul for you anymore!” He laughs as they roll around.
“You stole them from Paul?” I laugh from the couch.
“Yeah, I hold you two with a very high value.” Quil tells me.
“I see. Enough to risk a beating from Paul.” I laugh.
They both eventually tire themselves out and joining me on the couch.
“You guys done, yet?” I ask.
“Yeah, I just had to kick his ass.” Embry kisses my temple.
“Still a weird way to thank me.” Quil laughs.
I can’t help but laugh at my two goofy ass best friends.
“I should go, and you should go home for once before your mom has a heart attack.” Quil says, looking at Embry.
“You’re right.” He sighs, standing up.
“You should, she probably misses you.” I encourage him.
“I know. I love you, bean. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He presses a kiss to my forehead.
“Sounds good.” I smile, hugging him.
“Embry, you don’t talk to me like that. I’m hurt.” Quil places a hand over his chest, faking a pained face.
“Oh shut it.” Embry shoves him, laughing.
“Goodnight, guys. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I watch as they walk over to the treeline, knowing exactly how they were getting to their homes.
I go up into my room and lay in bed, reliving the last few days of my life.
How fuckin nuts that just two days ago I was face to face with vampires that wanted to kill me.
And tonight I watched The Cat in The Hat.
Man, life’s pretty weird.
I pick up my phone and sent a text to Embry.
I love you.
I put the phone on my nightstand, and drifted off.
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My Sweet Joy, Always Remember Me
Chapter one of one
Words: 8715
Summary: In the midst of quarantine, Levi convinces Jo to download Tik Tok, and she quickly becomes addicted. So when a certain trend comes around, Jo couldn't pass up the opportunity to poke fun at the man who left her. Back in Kansas, one of Alex's teenage patients shows him the video of Jo and Luna, and he instantly goes back to Seattle to meet the girl he assumes is his daughter, only to find that Jo has another surprise in store for him.
Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy
Relationship: Alex Karev/Jo Wilson.
Characters: Alex Karev, Jo Wilson, Levi Schmitt, Luna Ashton, Izzie Stevens (Mentioned), Eli Stevens (Mentioned), and Alexis Stevens (Mentioned).
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences.
Additional Tags: Angst and Fluff, Babies, Pregnancy, Tik Tok, The Intimacy of napping together, Rated T for swearing.
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AN: Did I write a fic about a Tik Tok? Yes. Do I regret it? Absolutely not! Link to the Tik Tok this is based on: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMebyxQeQ/
A big thank you to the jolex group chat for once again distracting me from what I should be writing with ideas of what I could be writing. They supplied some of the lines and ideas for this story, and I am thankful for all of their help and support.
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It was a slow June day on the Pediatric Ward at the Children's Hospital where Alex worked in Kansas City. Ever since the pandemic, things had slowed down, although he still had his regular surgical patients.
“Hey Marco,” Alex said, coming into the room of the teenage patient. He had assisted in a leg amputation due to cancer on the kid a few days ago and was eager to see how he was progressing.
“Hey, Dr. Alex, do you have Tik Tok?” Marco asked as he still looked at his phone but even bothered to glance at Alex as those little clips of music played.
“Nope,” Alex said as he checked over the kid’s vitals and pulled the bandage back to look at the incision. “Everything looks good. Are you having any pain?”
“Not really, you guys got me on the good stuff,” Marco replied, giving him a nod as his mask hid his smile, and Alex could tell that he was a little bit out of it. “Okay, but you have got to see this one. I think it's you?”
Alex's eyebrows came together. He didn't know anybody in his life that would make a Tik Tok of him. Except maybe Zola, but according to Meredith, she mostly just made dance videos. Nonetheless, he went over to Marco’s bedside and waited for him to pull up the video expecting to see Zola. Alex was, however, surprised when a video of him and Jo popped up.
“I'll never forget you,” the artist sang over the video. “They said we'd never make it.”
The video was of the two of them on their wedding day as they kissed and then turned to the crowd, all smiles, and the little caption read. “To the man who left me in a letter, thanks for the gift.”
The video changed and suddenly, it was a video of Jo sitting in a rocker in the loft holding a baby. She smiled at the camera before tilting it down to the baby in her arms, who looked up at the camera with newborn colored big blue eyes from where she was swaddled in a pink blanket.
“My sweet joy, always remember me.”
“Sorry, man,” Marco said, having read the expression on Alex's face. “The videos are funny but, it's a sucky way to find out you got a kid.”
Alex just stood there in shock as the video replayed again before he grabbed the phone. He waited for the video of her and the baby to play again before he paused it. He couldn't believe it. Jo had their daughter. She must have been pregnant when he left. Jo had gone through a pregnancy, and high-risk preterm labor, and now she was taking care of a medically fragile preemie, their preemie baby girl, all alone. All because he had made the dumbass decision to move to Kansas without even talking to her. Because he had left, Jo and their daughter were alone.
Their preemie daughter. The baby girl didn't look very big, she was definitely a preemie, and she was still on supplemental oxygen with oxygen cannula tubes in her nose. His mind filled with the possibilities of any health complications their daughter could’ve had, from brain bleeds, lung issues, hip dysplasia, or congestive heart failure, and so on.
Why didn’t Meredith tell him? Although, they hadn’t spoken since he left. Of all the people he thought would tell him if he had a daughter, Meredith was at the top of his list. He understood why Jo didn't want to tell him, although the fact that she didn't still hurt. The fact that Meredith, his best friend in the world, didn't tell him that he had a daughter, hurt even more. A sense of karma came over him as he wondered if this was how Jo felt when she found out about the twins.
He let the video reply again and stopped it on Jo and the baby. Jo was dressed in a tie-dye T-shirt with her hair thrown up in a bun. She looked tired but happy as she showed off the baby in her arms. Alex thought she was absolutely beautiful, as beautiful as she looked the day he said goodbye to her.
He remembered what she looked like when he turned back to look at her, one last time, after he made it through security. Her dark hair was flowing over her shoulders in beautiful waves, and she had a gorgeous smile on her face. She excitedly waved to him and blew him a kiss before the crowd surrounded him, and she disappeared from his view. The image of her smile as she blew him a kiss had replayed in his mind over and over again the past six months.
He just stared at the photo of her for a couple of minutes as the ache in his heart consumed him. He had a heartache, a longing for her since he left, and he had carried it around every day. He missed her more than he had ever missed anyone. He missed her more than words could describe. He missed her more than anything else in this world and every day, he fought the urge to go back to her.
Now he had a reason to go back because she had had their daughter. Their beautiful, wonderful little girl. She already looked a little bit like Alexis with her little tuffs of blond hair. Alex couldn't stop staring at them in the video. He tried to quickly do the math, he had left six months ago so, but she must have been pregnant before then, although the baby looked small, about 5 lb or so. It was June now, so Jo had to have gotten pregnant in November or October. Maybe she knew before he left, maybe she didn’t. They were so focused on arranging the witnesses for Meredith’s trial, and he was so busy working at Pac North before he left. Some days he barely saw her except for when he crawled into bed.
That was the thing that he regretted most, that he didn't spend enough time with her, which was why, the week after Meredith’s trial, before he left, he spent as much time with Jo as he could. He visited her on her lunch breaks, he was there when she got home, he made dinner with her, and watched TV with her on the couch, and he made love to her every night. At the time, he had lied and said it was so he could spend as much time with her before he went to visit his mom, but he wanted one last perfect week with her before he broke both of their hearts. The memories of that week, of Jo’s beautiful smile, were something he thought fondly of as he slept alone in his one-bedroom apartment.
“Can I have my phone back now? I can send you the video if you want?” Marco said as his words brought Alex out of his head.
“Umm yeah,” Alex said as he handed the phone back to Marco, still in shock at the fact that he and Jo had a daughter. “Please send that to me.”
He was absolutely floored at the fact that Jo had had their baby, as Marco sent him the video. Alex quickly clicked on it and downloaded the app as his feet carried him out of the room. As he waited for the app to download, he wondered if Jo had posted any other videos. As he found a quiet spot in the halls, the app loaded, and he clicked the link and followed the icon to Jo's page. There he was greeted with a handful of videos. Some of them were of Jo dancing with Levi or by herself, but there were one or two videos of their daughter.
One was of their daughter, which was a series of photos to the song, you're my sunshine. The photos started off when the baby was in the incubator, looking no bigger than his hand, and Alex guessed that she was about 26 weeks old. Alex looked over every photo, every video of the little girl. He was so distracted by the photos and the videos of the baby that he almost ran into a nurse. Alex quickly apologized before he came out of his daze.
He had to go back to Seattle. He had to see Jo and their daughter. He had to be there for them. He had missed so much of her life already, including Jo’s pregnancy and her first breath, her first days of life, and he was filled with guilt and regret. Alex ran over to the lounge to get his things, cleaning out his locker while he quickly called the chief of surgery and quit on the spot. Alex hated this job anyway, he loved the kids, and he wanted to make sure that his patients, including Marco, were okay, but he needed to go home.
Alex rushed over to the apartment he had in Kansas City. He had been staying there since the start of the pandemic. He and Izzie had agreed that since he was still working in direct contact with patients at the hospital, he would move out and get a separate apartment as they didn't want to risk transmitting this to the kids. Izzie had stayed home with the twins as with her job in oncology, she could do mostly remote consults, with only having to go on to the clinic on an as-needed basis with covid negative patients. Alex had been video chatting with them every single night and had distance visits with them at the park every Saturday and Sunday. Although, he had been considering getting his own place since before the pandemic started. He thought that he could make it work with Izzie, but the two of them were never in love.
It only made his homesickness all that much harder, and the urge to go back to Seattle all that much larger. The one thing Alex had realized during this pandemic was that he didn't have to be in Kansas to be a good dad to his kids. He could see them part-time and visit them on the weekend, and he could do that from Seattle. Lord knows he was rich enough to fly out every weekend. He had made up his mind as he packed up his car with everything he would need to move back to Seattle. Alex got in his car, setting his GPS for the address of the loft in Seattle. As he drove past the endless crop fields, he smiled in anticipation of soon seeing their daughter and his wife, it never did feel right to call her his ex-wife.
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Going back to Seattle was like coming home. Everything was so familiar in Seattle, whereas everything had been so foreign in Kansas, even though he had been there for months. The drive over to the Loft was just muscle memory as he allowed himself to enjoy his surroundings. The thought of seeing Jo and his daughter filled him with excitement, despite how he knew that Jo may not be happy to see him. He hoped that she would at least let him meet his daughter, and then maybe they could work out a schedule where he could see her.
As he pulled up to the Loft, he couldn't help but sigh in relief. He was home. For the first time since he left, he was home. He had stopped back at the hospital and had tested negative before he left for Seattle as he knew with a medically fragile child, he would have to be extra careful. Still, he grabbed a mask and hoped that he would at least get to hold her.
He ran into the apartment complex and took the stairs two at a time up to the metal gate that led to the laundry room. It was locked, as usual, so he used his key but stopped in front of the familiar red door. He paused and knocked because although it had once been his home, it wasn't anymore, and Jo earned as much privacy as she wanted. Alex heard wrestling and footsteps with muffled voices until the door slid open, but instead of Jo on the other side, he was greeted with Schmitt in a grey mask.
“Oh boy,” Levi said, before he turned around, and Alex followed his gaze until his eyes landed on Jo holding their baby.
For a second, he froze as he stared at her. There she was, standing before him, no longer a memory but real. She looked better than the photos and videos he had seen, even as she looked tired with her hair up in a messy bun. She was wearing his grey Iowa Hawkeyes t-shirt, which definitely had spit up on it despite the burp cloth thrown over her shoulder.
The little girl was dressed in a blue onesie with pink flowers and green leaves, and she had a matching bow on her head. She also had the oxygen cannula tubs taped to her cheeks and had the heart and oxygen saturation monitor wires trailing down to the floor. Jo’s lips were parted as she stared at him. Alex wanted to take a step forward, to go to her, to see their baby in her arms with his own eyes, but he kept his feet planted in the entryway as he just stared at them. The girl that was possibly his daughter and his wife.
As he thought about it more and more throughout the long drive from Kansas to Seattle, he questioned whether this baby was truly his. However, the video was pretty damning evidence. Then again, Jo had always had such a soft spot for the little orphan NICU babies, and sometimes he joked about her adopting one, so maybe she finally did. Somewhere in Montana, he thought about turning around and going back or just calling Meredith and demanding an answer, but he couldn't bear the thought of going back to Kansas. He knew he belonged in Seattle, regardless of whether she had Jo or a daughter.
“Is she, is she mine?” Alex asked, finally finding his voice.
“No,” Jo said with a shake of her head as she looked over at Levi. He went back over to her and she quickly transferred the baby into his arms. Alex was confused at first until Jo pulled up the T-shirt to reveal her rounded pregnant stomach. “But this one is.”
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From the moment Jo laid eyes on Alex, all she could do was stare at him. She felt relief that he was finally home. He was finally going to meet the child growing inside of her. He would be there for her and for their child. Alex was finally home. Yet, the relief and excitement faded as reality set in. She felt so betrayed because he had left without a single thought to her, nor the child growing inside her.
He seemed to stare at her as she handed Luna off to Levi. She put a hand on her belly as she felt her baby kick again. From the moment she laid eyes on Alex, the baby had done flip flops inside of her as if they could sense that their father was near.
Alex still seemed to be in shock, but so was she. Jo didn't even know why he would assume that Luna was his. Nor why he didn't already know she was pregnant, especially after she had left so many calls, voicemails, and text that had gone unanswered. He was back, but only for their child, not for her. Yet, seeing as they were one in the same for now, Jo knew that she owed it to her child to allow their father into their life.
“We should talk,” Jo said as she finally let her shirt drop before she walked towards Alex.
Alex just nodded as he continued to stare at her. His eyes flashed between her face and her belly, looking at her and their unborn child. He finally seemed to come back to reality and looked around the room, his eyes glancing at Levi and Luna.
“Is this a good place to talk? I tested negative before I left, and I drove straight here from Kansas. I haven't seen anyone since I left two days ago,” Alex seemed so unsure and so worried as he looked at her. It was so strange to see it on the man she knew was always so confident even while groveling with her.
“I can take Luna for a drive, it might help her fall asleep anyway?” Levi offered, already moving around. He gathered Luna’s things to transfer her oxygen to the portable tank they kept in a backpack by the door and placed her in the car seat.
Jo knew the loft had changed so much since he had left. It looked so different yet still the same where his weights used to be there was now a twin bed set up with a dresser and a few other things as Levi had moved in. Where the dining room was, there was now a crib, a dresser with a changing station, and a rocking chair where his lounger used to be. Next to a rocket-shaped shelf, a rocketship carpet completed the space themed Nursery that Jo had set up for Luna and their baby.
Alex seemed to watch her every move as Jo helped Levi get Luna in the car seat and send her off with a kiss and a wave. Levi gave her one last look, but Jo just gave him a nod before he closed the door behind him. She had been so thankful to have him around. Even in the midst of covid with everything else they all had going on in their lives. Between being pregnant and adopting Luna, he, Meredith, and Link had all been there for her. Jo had still felt so lonely because the one person that was supposed to be there wasn't.
She put a hand on her stomach as she felt the baby do flip flops inside of her, so she rubbed up and down. It always seemed to calm the anxious baby inside of her. Alex took a step forward, and his hand moved as if he wanted to reach out and touch her, but then his hand quickly dropped, and he just looked down at the floor. She wanted him to feel their baby, but she could tell that he was hesitant to touch her again.
Jo went over to the couch, their couch. The one that she bought for him, that they had spent countless nights on together. She fell in love with him on this couch, she made love to him on this couch, hell she was pretty sure they made the baby on this couch. She sat down on one end and moved away the pile of Luna’s laundry and the extra pillows and blankets to create a space for both of them. She wasn’t sure she was ready to have him so close, but it was just instinct and habit and the love she would always have for him. Jo patted the spot she made for him next to her as he slowly made his way over to her.
He still seemed to be a little weary, and she could tell that he was nervous as he sat down next to her, and looked at her bump. “How far along are you?”
Jo knew he was asking just to be sure, but she guessed that he had already done the math in his head. “24 weeks as of yesterday.”
“Are you, are they, are you both healthy?” Alex asked as he rubbed his hands up and down his pant legs as he tried to find something to do with his restless hands.
“Yeah, we're both fine, she’s measuring big, but Carina says we've got the dates right. She looked perfect at the 20-week anatomy scan and at the ultrasound I had a few days ago,” Jo said with a nod as she continued to rub her belly up and down.
“She, it's a girl?” Alex asked, catching her words as he looked up at her with a little bit of a smile.
“Yeah,” Jo said, watching his smile as his eyes seemed to light up. “It's a girl.”
Alex looked so happy and his eyes were bright as he laughed. It was the expression she imagined he would have when she told him she was pregnant. She was happy to see how excited he was for their daughter. He reached out again and put his hand on her belly. She remembered the way that he pulled her in for their first kiss and the shock of electricity between them. It had been pulling them together ever since. She felt that shock now and she knew Alex felt it too as he looked up and briefly caught her eye before he looked down at his hands again. His hands on her body for the first time in six months were an instant comfort. She immediately relaxed as she moved his hand to where the baby was kicking. As his hand settled, his thumb absentmindedly rubbed her belly and Jo relaxed further back into the couch.
“Hi baby girl, it's your Daddy. I'm so excited to meet you,” Alex said, letting out a little laugh as she kicked his hand and he leaned down to kiss her belly without even a second thought.
This was how it was meant to be, the two of them, together for this pregnancy. For a moment, Jo pretended that he had never left.
“She's strong like you,” Alex said, looking up at her as the baby continued to kick his hand. “And like Alexis too. She'll climb anything and she runs all over the farm.”
At the mention of his children, Jo immediately froze up. She didn't resent them, but they were the reason why he left. They were a constant reminder that she was in this alone. Alex felt the tension in her body as his thumb stopped moving and he looked up at her.
“Jo, I know I left, and I'm sorry…”
“No,” Jo said, instantly getting up and putting some space between them. “You don't get to do that. You don't get to try and walk it all back with I'm sorry. You left me, Alex.”
The tears instantly spring into her eyes as she began to cry, and her breath hitched as she tried to inhale. She just felt so broken, so hurt by everything that he did. Alex just looked up at her with his big puppy dog eyes. He gave her the same eyes in the front yard of Amelia and Owen's house all those years ago after he assaulted Deluca. She knows that he had grown up again since then, but after what he did, she doesn't know how things could ever go back to how they were before.
“After everything we've been through, after you promised me again and again, every day that we were together, that you would never leave and then you left!” Jo said, her voice rising as she yelled at him. “You left me pregnant, and alone, and scared. I called your mom and I knew that you weren't in Iowa. You didn't return any of my calls or my texts. You didn't even text Meredith back. I thought you were dead or that worse, that you were cheating on me, and then to find out that you were cheating, it broke me, Alex! But I couldn't let it break me because I was pregnant, and I had to keep it together for our child, and I did. You left and I, I carried on. I went to work, I went to my doctor's appointment, I built a nursery, and I got support from our friends, but not from you. I did everything without you. I am so furious at you for leaving. I am so hurt that you cheated on me. I am so broken because you left. You ignored me and you ignored our daughter. I am more hurt for them than I am for myself because they didn't ask for any of this. I get you leaving to be with your kids, but you had a kid here with me, and you ignored her. I sent you texts and photos and calls and emails, I sent you a freaking letter Alex, and you just ignored all of it!”
“What? Wait, Jo, hold up,” Alex said, standing up and shaking his head as he closed his eyes. “What phone calls, what letters, what texts, I haven't heard from you in months. The last text I got from you was a week after I left asking me if I was okay and how my mom was doing?”
Jo paused, gently wiping away her tears as she just stared at him as confused as he was. There was no way he was lying to her. He looked so genuine and Jo knew that regardless, Alex would never lie to her. She knew him almost as well as she knew herself. Alex Karev was many things, but he wasn't a liar. He dropped everything to be there for his and Izzy's kids and she knew he would never ignore his daughter with her.
“When you stopped returning my calls, I got worried. As soon as I found out that I was pregnant, I called you, and when you didn't pick up, I sent you a photo of the pregnancy test and then later of the ultrasound photo. I left you voicemail after voicemail, and I kept texting you, right up until I got your letter and the divorce papers, back in early February. I sent them back to you with a letter telling you that I was pregnant. When you didn't reply, I thought, I don't know.”
“Jo, I swear to you I never got any of your phone calls or your texts, or the letter, look, check my phone if you don't believe me,” Alex said, as he looked at her holding his phone out to her and she knew without having to see it, he was telling the truth.
Regardless, Jo took the phone and opened it up. The lock screen was a picture of Alexis and Eli. She paused as she stared at them. She had never seen a photo of them before, but the second she did, she knew they were Alex’s kids. Eli was the spitting image of his father and Alexis had his eyes and his smile. They were so beautiful, and she knew that he had instantly fallen in love with them the moment he had seen them because she fell a little bit in love with them too. The two little mini Karevs staring up at her were absolutely adorable and innocent in all this.
Jo put in the password that was still the same and quickly scrolled through his text until she found her name. Sure enough, there was the text that she had sent months ago, asking about Helen, and then nothing. She clicked on the little sidebar and quickly discovered the reason why.
“You blocked me,” Jo said, crossing her arms as she handed the phone back to him.
“What? Alex asked, his eyebrow shot up in surprise as he looked at the phone. “I swear I didn't.”
“If not you, then who? Your other ex-wife or your current wife or girlfriend or whatever the hell she is to you,” Jo couldn't help the malice in her voice and the hatred she had for the woman who had torn them apart with her actions. She was so angry at them both, but especially Alex as he was her husband, and he had made the choice to cheat on her.
“Izzie, fuck,” Alex said as he turned away from her and let out a cry of frustration. “I knew it was weird when I hadn't heard from you. She said it was for the best, but I knew, I knew you wouldn't just stop texting me, but then I thought that maybe you figured it out already, and I don't know.”
He clenched his jaw and looked like he wanted to throw or kick something. Jo grabbed one of Luna’s stuffed animals from the couch and held it out to him. He looked back at her with soft eyes as they both remembered when they used to throw things at the wall together. That memory seemed like a lifetime ago. Alex grabbed the toy and threw it against the wall. It made a satisfying clunk as it hit the metal doors of the cabinet. Alex let out a heavy sigh, having gotten all his frustration out before he sat back down on the couch.
“I tried to teach that technique to Eli and Alexis, but Izzie blew up on me for it. She said it would teach them to be violent and throw things, but honestly, it's the only thing that ever calmed me down. You were the only one who understood my anger,” Alex said as he looked over at her before shaking his head and looking away. “This whole situation it's so messed up. It was all a mistake.”
Jo looked down at the situation in her belly as her baby kicked her hand again. This whole thing was a mess. She didn't want to put Alex in the same position that Izzie had, having to choose between the life that he loved and his responsibilities to his child.
“Look, Alex, we’re fine. We're both doing fine without you. When you left, I stepped up and I figured out how to do this on my own. I've done everything alone, and you know what, I'm pretty damn good at it. So good that when I fell in love with Luna, I didn't even think twice about applying to adopt her and becoming her foster mom. I'm good on my own. I can raise our daughter without you.”
“But you don't have to, Jo. I want to be there for you and for our daughter, for all of it, I want to be on the phone with you for all your appointments, and I want you to hold my hand while you're in labor and screaming at me for knocking you up. I want to be there for our daughter's first breath and when she starts walking and talking. From her first day of school to when she graduates and goes off to college and every sleepless night in between. I want to be there for you and for her,” Alex said as he pleaded with her, all but begging on his knees for her. “I am so sorry, Jo. I swear to God, I didn't know that you were pregnant. The other day this kid showed me this Tik Tok of you and Luna with a photo of me saying that I was her father. That's why I thought she was mine.”
Jo couldn't help the smile as she let out a little laugh and shook her head. “ I downloaded Tik Tok during the pandemic and kind of got hooked. I thought it would just be a funny video for our friends and I don't know. I guess a part of me did think that you would find it, or at least I hoped that you would.”
“If I had known and if I had seen your messages, I would have never....” Alex trailed off as he shook his head, looking down, still ashamed.
“Would you have left?” Jo asked, her voice just a whisper. She knew the answer, but she needed him to say it.
“Leaving Seattle was the worst mistake I've ever made,” Alex said, looking up with her voice and his eyes full of such hurt. “I love my kids, I do, but Kansas isn't my home. Izzie and I, we. I didn’t sleep with her while we were married, I want you to know that. However, once we were divorced, I did try to start a relationship with her, but we were so different she didn't get it. She didn’t get me, not like you do.”
As Alex talked just looked up at her, his eyes full of longing as he got up and came over to her. They were so close that Jo could smell the familiar scent of his cologne and she could see the sparks of gold in his eyes. Her body involuntarily relaxed as he got closer. She longed for him too. All she wanted was to be in his arms again, to wrap her own arms around his neck, to hold him and have him hold her. However, the distance they created between them kept them apart.
“And now, with the pandemic, I barely see them.” Alex continued with a shrug. “I live in a crappy one-bedroom apartment in Kansas City and it sucks. Izzie stays home with them and I only see them through video calls. They meet me at the park on the weekends, even then we stay six apart and they miss me, but they're okay without me. I'm not okay without you and I know you're not okay without me either.”
It's a bold statement, but they both know it’s the truth. Jo felt the tears collect in her eyes again as Alex mirrored her expression, looking about two seconds away from falling apart as well. Just the acknowledgment that she needs him, that he needs her, and that they need each other, was overwhelming.
“I never wanted to do this without you. Every time we talked about kids, I was so terrified, but I knew that I could do it if I had you by my side. When you left, I realized that I could do this regardless, but I don't want to do it alone. I don't want to do any of this without you.”
Jo dissolved into a mess of tears as they streamed down her face. Alex took a quick step forward and he wrapped his arms around her as she truly fell apart. She fell apart in Alex's arms and buried her head in his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his body and feeling his lips against her head. His arms instantly wrapped around her waist and it was everything she had wanted for the past six months. It was in that moment she realized that Alex was truly back. She cried even harder, especially as she felt his chest shake under her as his body was wracked with sobs of his own.
Alex pulled her over to the couch and she sat on his lap as he wrapped his arms around her. They just sat together and cried. Eventually, they cried themselves out and just sat together in silence. Jo curled her fingers into his shirts and pressed her forehead against his shoulder. Alex ran his fingers through her hair like he always used to do as his other hand rested on her belly, feeling their baby move under his hand. She inhaled the sweet scent of his cologne and felt completely surrounded by him. For the first time and six months, Jo felt like she could breathe again.
Everything was how it was always supposed to be. Even if it was just for a moment, it was like a spell had been cast upon them, freezing them in time and allowing them to have just this moment together. Between being pregnant and having a newborn, Jo was exhausted, and she knew Alex hadn't slept since he left Kansas. They both fell asleep in each other's arms on their couch, truly resting for the first time in six months.
They must have slept for a few hours as by the time they woke up, the sun was low on the horizon, streaming golden beams in through the windows. For a moment, Jo pushed away the harsh memories as she woke up in Alex's arms. She pressed her nose into his neck and he seemed to forget it too as he laid a kiss on her forehead. They heard the door squeak open and finally got up. Jo could feel Levi’s eyes on them, but he didn't say anything about it.
“So we went for a little car ride, but she took a nap. Then after she woke up, I took her to the park, and we just watched the birds and sat on the grass and hung out,” Levi said as he lifted Luna out of her car seat and Jo greeted her girl. “I had some ice cream, and Luna had her bottle. She ate about 3 oz and then proceeded to spit up all over me.”
“Oh did you have fun with Uncle Levi at the park,” Jo cooed at Luna as she held her close and pressed a kiss to her little head before inhaling her sweet baby scent.
Levi moved to transfer Lunas oxygen tubes back to her machine. They kept Luna’s oxygen machine next to the couch on the side of her nursery as the 25 ft. oxygen tubes allow them to move around her nursery, the living room, and even into the kitchen.
“Let me help,” Alex said as he stepped forward and quietly helped Levi set up the machine.
After they started a machine and sure that it was working, Levi escaped to the bathroom. He gave them one more look before he disappeared and turned on the fan as if to give them added privacy.
Luna seemed content as Jo smiled down at her oldest girl. Of all the hurt she’d had in the past six months, Luna had been a wonderful bright spot. Jo couldn't help but fall in love with her, especially after Val died. Jo felt the need to step up and take care of her. Besides, she couldn't imagine sending her into the foster care system, so she had started the process of adopting her. The baby in her belly made her a mother, but Luna made her a mom. She made Jo realize that she could do this, but as she looked over at Alex, she knew she didn't have to do this alone.
Alex leaned against the couch as he watched them with curiosity. As Jo turned around to look at him, he smiled at the little girl in her arms. She walked over to him as he tentatively stepped closer before Jo transferred Luna into his arms.
“Alex, this is Luna, my little liver baby,” Jo said, smiling down at Luna with such affection as she rubbed her thumb over Luna’s cheek. “She grew on the liver of a patient that came into the ER. I operated on her mom, Val, and Carina delivered her. When Val didn't make it, I decided to adopt her. It was kind of impulsive, but I just looked at her, and I knew that she was mine. She came home with me a few weeks ago. She loves the little star mobile that I hung above her crib, and she only falls asleep to the Twinkle Twinkle Little Star song. She hates bath time and loves snuggles, so I babywear her all the time. I talked to her, and she just stares at me, but I know that she’s listening. I love her so much and she's just, she’s perfect.”
Alex just stared at her, taking in her words with a large smile before he looked down at Luna. She waved her arms up at him, reaching out for him as he reached down to grab her finger and shook her little hand. “It's nice to meet you, Miss. Luna. I'm Alex, I'm your Sissy's dad, but I look forward to getting to know you as well.”
“Autumn, I was thinking of calling her Autumn, Attie for short, since I'm due in October,” Jo said, putting a hand on her belly and feeling her baby kick again.
“Autumn, that sounds perfect, and I guess I owe you full naming rights,” Alex said as he smiled back at her before looking down at Luna again and sticking his tongue out at her as she cooed.
There was something about seeing Alex with her daughter that was just so perfect, and After everything that had happened today, Jo found herself falling back in love with him again. It was one of the reasons why she fell in love with him in the first place because he was so good with the kids, and he was kind to her after he found out about her past. He was gentle, and kind, and understanding throughout this whole thing. He never once blamed her or tried the force his way back into her life. He just wanted to be there for her and his daughter. He was the Alex that she had fallen in love with. Although she knew, he was still the Alex that had left her.
Luna fussed and began to cry as Jo stepped forward to take her back. She waved her arms around and reached up and pulled out her oxygen cannulas as Jo cursed.
“How well does she do off oxygen?” Alex said, quickly moving to put the tubes back in her nose as he looked over at her oxygenation monitor. He swayed back and forth as Luna continued to fuss and throw her arms around.
“Okay, for about 20 minutes or so. She had a branchial cyst, so they had to resect part of her lung. Hayes thinks she’ll have to be on oxygen for a few more months or so,” Jo said as she went over to Luna’s dresser where she kept all of her medical equipment and grabbed the extra tape and things so they could redo the tape.
Alex set her down on the bed as Jo came back over. They worked together as Alex used the wipe to remove the stickiness for the existing tape while Jo held Luna’s arms to keep her from pulling it out again. Alex put the nose part in Luna’s nostrils before he gently taped down both sides of the tubes on her cheeks, and Jo adjusted the tubes positions. It wasn’t the first time they had redone an oxygen cannula together, and they worked as a team so effortlessly. It was the same way that they used to work together at the hospital.
As they finished, Jo picked up Luna and bounced her as she calmed down. With Luna now calm and content, Jo set her in the bassinet at the end of her bed. She just looked at him and felt a pull to him as she took a step towards him. Alex’s lips parted as she pressed up against him, as close as she could with her baby bump in between them. She reached out to put her hand on his cheek as he closed his eyes and tilted his head into her hand. She knew that he missed her touch as much as she missed him. Jo couldn’t help but wrap her arms around him as she leaned in for a kiss. They deepened the kiss as he wrapped his arm around her, and Jo moaned into his lips. Alex eagerly pressed his lips against her, and it was like coming home. Nothing about the Loft, or the hospital, or anything in Seattle had felt like home since Alex left, but his lips, they felt like home.
They didn't break apart until they heard the squeaky door to the bathroom open again as Levi appeared. Jo turned around and pressed her fingers to her lips as if it would keep the kiss on her skin. She glanced over at Levi as he looked between them and instantly read their body language. For someone who could never figure out if a guy liked him back, Levi sure as hell read Alex and Jo like a book.
“So I'm guessing you're back,” Levi asked, raising his eyebrows and looking between the two of them. “Does that mean you're staying here? Do I have to move out? Like I know I could move in with Taryn if I needed to, but we're in the middle of a pandemic and her roommate is really mean!”
Jo wasn't sure as she looked over at Alex, who just shrugged. “It's up to you, whatever you're comfortable with. I can get a hotel room or maybe stay with Meredith?”
“Well, I guess you can stay. Besides, I need someone to send out at 2:00 in the morning when I get a craving for burgers or when Luna runs out of diapers, but maybe you should sleep on the couch for now,” Jo said as she bit her lip as she looked over at him, but Alex just nodded.
Alex moved around the apartments as if he had never left as he began to make dinner for them. Jo picked up Luna again and sat down in the rocking chair in her nursery space as Levi started to help Alex relearn where everything was after he had organized the fridge. An easy banter started up between the three of them and Jo put a hand on her belly as Autumn started to do flip-flops again while Luna was the opposite as her eyes fluttered close. Jo held one of her daughters in her arms as she put her hand on her belly where her other daughter was. She looked up at her ex-husband and baby daddy as he made dinner with her gay best friend and little brother. It was the weirdest family dynamics she had ever had, but she was content.
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Later that night, Jo stared up at the skylights. She had just gotten Luna back down after a bottle, and now she was trying to return to sleep herself. Yet, sleep evaded her and part of that was due to Autumn doing flips in her belly. She was currently swimming around like a little fish and keeping Jo up as they pressed against her organs. Jo took a deep breath, which quickly turned into a yawn before she realized she had to use the restroom. Her quick trip to the toilet only made Autumn more active. Jo sighed as she laid back down and she rubbed her belly up and down. This usually helped to calm Attie down, but tonight she must have felt particularly acrobatic as she moved around. Jo wasn't sure what she did, but suddenly, she felt a twinge of pain in her stomach as Autumn kicked her, hard.
“Aw fuck,” Jo swore as she rubbed her hand against her lower abdomen.
“Jo, you alright?”
She jumped and sat up as she looked over to see Alex sitting up on the couch. “Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. It's just the baby moving around and she kicked a little too hard. I'm not used to having to be quiet as Levi usually puts earplugs in at night, and Luna will sleep through anything.”
To her surprise, Alex just chuckled as he got up and came over to her, sitting next to her on the bed and putting his hands on her belly. “Hey, Attie, you be nice to your mom, yeah?”
Instantly the kicks in her belly became softer as Attie quieted down. Jo raised her eyebrows in surprise as she looked up at him. Throughout her pregnancy, no one had been able to get her to calm down so quickly.
“Wow, I can't believe that worked,” Jo said as Alex smiled, he pulled his hand away, but Attie’s kicking started up again, and she got Jo good in her kidneys as she cringed and held her side. “Or not.”
“Lay back,” Alex instructed as she complied and laid back down as he adopted that adorable grumpy look that she loved so much. He put his hands back on her belly and leaned forward to whisper to Autumn. “Hey you, I thought we agreed that you were going to be nice to your mom? It's been a long day, and she agreed to let my sorry ass stay with her. I think the least that you and I can do is let her get some rest.”
Instantly Attie calmed down to the sound of her father's voice and Alex looked up at her. He seemed so proud that he had gotten his daughter to calm down and looked up at her with a smile.
“Thank you,” Jo whispered, letting out a breath of relief.
“No problem, besides, it's the least I can do as I’m part of the reason why she's kicking you,” Alex said, as a soft look appeared on his face and he just seemed to stare at her for a moment.
She could tell that he was head over heels in love with her. She used to catch him with that look when she was on his service as an intern, and it was that same look he gave her when she met him at the end of the day when he worked at Pac North. It was the look he had given her all throughout their relationship and even on the day he left. After he walked through security, he turned around and gave her that look before he paused and waved at her before he disappeared into the crowd. Jo remembered that day like it was yesterday, just as she remembered the hurt of the letter that was still fresh in her heart.
After a moment, Alex got up again, but the second his hands left her belly, Autumn started up again, and Jo scrunched up her face, and she beckoned for him to come back. He instantly came back and put his hands on her belly. Once again, Autumn calmed back down as her hard kicks and flips became light flutters in her belly.
Jo let out a sigh as she reached out to grab his hand and gave it a squeeze. “Could you stay?”
“Are you sure?” Alex asked as he tilted his head just a little bit.
Jo just nodded because the truth was that she wasn't sure that she should let Alex back into her bed, but he seemed to be the only thing that calmed down their daughter. He crawled in bed behind her like he had done when they were together. As he moved back to his spot in the bed and laid behind her before he wrapped his arms around her to rest on her bump. She had missed being held by him like this. They were never one for cuddling, but she liked knowing that he was right there next to her. She missed the way that he used to roll over in the middle of the night and hold her close just for a moment.
Attie seemed to have calmed down for the night and Jo closed her eyes. Jo didn't know where they would go from there, but she trusted that he wasn’t going anywhere. She knew she shouldn't trust Alex again, but somehow she did. She always knew that he would be a good father and that it would be one of his best traits. He left her to be with his children, but a part of her knew that he wouldn't leave her child and, by extension, her. Jo would always allow Alex to love their daughter.
Alex seemed a little hesitant, but eventually, she felt him relax against her as he pressed a kissed her cheek just like he used to. Jo both loved it and hated it, as she felt a mixture of hurt and love for him right now. It wasn't something that she was unfamiliar with when she was with him. She knew there was still hurt and the need for healing, but the love was always there, and she wanted that love for her daughter. So she let him stay and fell asleep in his arms.
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AN: This is absolutely just a one-shot, so don’t ask for a sequel.
#jo wilson#alex karev#grey's anatomy#jolex#otp: home and heart#grey's anatomy fanfic#levi schmitt#luna ashton#izzie stevens#alexis stevens#eli stevens#my work#my writing#my fanfiction#luna wilson
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