#scar jo edit

[goddesses-of-the-multiverse]

Scarlett Johansson Press for Black Widow

#marvel #mcu #marvels black widow #marvel cinematic universe #marvel studios #black widow #black widow edit #black widow film #black widow movie #black widow 2021 #scarlett johansson #florence pugh #scar jo #yelena and natasha #natalie rushman #natasha and yelena #natasha romanov #nat #natasha romanoff

[bibiundtinaundzombies]

2 monopoly 2 au: driftmark edition

viserys, in his usual well meaning naïveté, proposes a family game night.

larys is the one who suggests monopoly because he loves watching the world burn (literally). he does not actually participate, though, instead acting as the bank and giving viserys financial advice so horrid the poor man ends up completely insolvent after ten minutes.

rhaenyra makes a bunch of shitty investments, somehow profits enough to not completely lose and gives larys the finger every time her event cards require her to pay even a cent. larys’ tax system, that some hundred years later will be adopted by one tyrion lannister and spectacularly blow up in his face, is not acknowledged by the realm’s delight, which kind of goes without saying.

daemon owns all brown, pink and light blue properties which end up making him a fortune. he, too, refuses to pay taxes. seated between rhaenyra and viserys, every once in a while, whenever no one is looking, he reaches across the table and steals their money. alicent is the only one who sees this and is subsequently gaslit into believing she’s going insane by him when he brings it up. rhaenyra refuses to count her money out of principle.

rhaenys is in a spectacularly bad mood and the one with her dragon in the closest proximity, which is why no one even bothers to ask her to pay when she lands on someone’s property. of course she doesn’t pay taxes.

rhaena and baela have teamed up, own all orange properties and are specifically hell bent on bankrupting aegon. they’re the only ones that rhaenys actually pays. they, too, evade taxes.

jacaerys announces insolvency after ten minutes and proposes to lucerys, who accepts. this does not better their financial situation whatsoever, considering they have inherited their mother’s financial incompetence but not her stupid luck with dice. at least they’re smart enough not to pay taxes.

alicent has two dollars to her name, is the only one who respects the tax system and is royally pissed off when she finds out that the only reason that rhaenyra has more money than her is her rampant tax evasion (“where is duty? where is sacrifice?”). after a ten minute tangent about how all she has ever done is what was expected of her and snide comments about the parentage of absolutely EVERYONE in the room with her, she is reminded by rhaenys that, considering larys’ utter leniency regarding the tax system, she could just… you know… stop paying? this causes alicent to excuse herself to the kitchen and scream for five minutes straight.

two minutes into the game, daeron is jailed and never released again.

aegon is so heavily indebted that he starts offering sexual favours in exchange for loan forgiveness. the tone in which larys says “i’ll hold you to that, sweet prince!” makes rhaena audibly retch.

helaena makes everyone’s lives hell with double hotels on all her properties. no one knows where she gets all that money from. halfway through the game, she reverts to only speaking latin. her voice has dropped several octaves. lightning strikes whenever she rolls the dice. alicent, back from her screaming break, starts quietly exorcising her under the table. everyone is relieved when she eventually declares something cryptic in what may just have been german and leaves, only to return half an hour later covered in primordial goo. she walks straight past everyone to her room and for once, the entirety of house targaryen sits in silent agreement: they will never speak of this again.

aemond fights lucerys, jacaerys, baela and rhaena tooth and nail over every single one of their properties while hurling every insult he can think of at them.

about two hours in, rhaenyra and daemon barter over pennsylvania avenue in a manner so intense it makes them both horny, and they excuse themselves to the guest room. the noises that follow permanently scar alicent and turn larys on so much he doesn’t notice aegon swiping twenty dollars from the bank, which he rolls into a joint as he disappears from the table.

rhaenys sacks both rhaenyra’s and daemon’s property and adds it to that of helaena, which she has already taken for herself twenty minutes ago, effectively making her the westerosi equivalent to jeff bezos.

aemond manages to buy the boardwalk and calls baela several slurs, none of them accurate to her gender identity, sexuality or mental wellbeing, which leads to lucerys, jacaerys and rhaena chasing him with both proverbial and literal pitchforks and torches, god knows where they found those, as he makes a break for it. criston cole, who has been lounging on alicent’s handpicked ikea loveseat, model söderhamn if you’re wondering, puts down the hurling match he’s been intently watching for the last two hours and follows them.

this turns out to be an excellent call, because only ten minutes later, a hysterically sobbing aemond is missing an eye, god knows how a very much seven year old lucerys has manged to enucleate him, and alicent, actually violently swearing for the first time in her fourtysomething years of life, drives him to the emergency room.

this leaves rhaenys and viserys at the table. “just like old times, huh?” viserys says, smiling. “cut the shit, bitch.” rhaenys retaliates as she swipes alicent’s remaining funds, then grabs the bank carton, and finally relieves viserys of his money and properties as well as his crown, declaring herself the winner.

#hotd #house of the dragon #fire and blood #rhaenyra targaryen #alicent hightower #viserys targaryen #daemon targaryen #lucerys velaryon #jacaerys velaryon #rhaena targaryen #baela targaryen #aegon ii targaryen #helaena targaryen #aemond targaryen #daeron targaryen #larys strong

[deathbecomesthem]

Outlaw

An Eddie Munson x Dog!Reader fic - yes most of this is written from the POV of a dog.

Edit by the one and only @somnambulic-thing, and used with their permission for this fic- Peruse all their edits here.

*This story was originally on Chestylarouxx, and it came about in the form of a special request from my sweet Gia, @onegirlmanytales. This reupload is at the request of @jo-harrington.

WC - 2K Warnings - Dog bites. Mentions of blood. Angst. Mistreatment of our sweet reader pup. She deserves the world.

---

It’s hard to trust a man after you’ve been burned in the past. Skittish, that’s how you’ve been described. Distrusting. Nervous. It’s true, you’ve learned hard lessons over the years, you have the physical and mental scars to prove it. You’re made for love and softness, you’re made for snuggles and kisses. Being too scared to let yourself feel safe enough for those things only makes you harder, it only makes you push away at anyone that might try to show you the tenderness you deserve. It’s not your fault. 

—

When Eddie was 5 years old, he got bit by a German Shepherd. He still has a very small scar in the crook of his left elbow. He was scared, but his friend assured him that the dog was friendly. That was the final nail in the coffin for him. All trust in the canine-kind was gone, he preferred the companionship of cats from then on. Even when they bit it didn’t require a trip to the hospital where you’d need needles and stitches.

When Eddie was 19, he had a run in with a Doberman. The thing about Dobermans, he learned, is that they’re excellent guard dogs because they’re so quiet. He hopped the fence at the junkyard at midnight on an unseasonably warm spring evening. In his mind, it was a victimless crime. He could search out small parts from the cars that have been sitting to rust in the yard for years. Instead of them going to waste, he can reuse them and save himself some serious cash. He wasn’t reselling anything, it was strictly for his own use. 

Unfortunately for Eddie, the junkyard guard dog couldn’t be reasoned with. He made it back over the fence that night with all of his fingers, but the dog got a piece of his favorite jeans. And he didn’t make it out with any car parts. That was when the distrust turned to distaste. He let himself believe that all dogs hated him as much as he hated them. Not meant to be. Man’s best friend? Not for Eddie.

—

You were lucky to get away this time. This last place isn’t the worst place you’ve been, but it’s not good. The kind words and gentle touches were few and far between. You’re tired. You’re not as young as you used to be, and having a soft place to lay your bones at night is the only thing you can hope for. Even that seems like a dream that can never come true. 

The woods aren’t so bad, though. You’re pretty hungry a lot, but there’s a place close by with lots of people. You’re very careful to make sure they don’t see you when you sneak by their small homes at night. You don’t need too much, it’s weird that they throw out so much good food. You sniff out the good stuff easily, and your teeth and paws make getting through the plastic garbage a cinch. Sometimes, even though you’re so careful, someone might see you and chase you away. That’s ok, as long as they don’t get close enough to hurt you it doesn’t bother you.

—

Eddie spots you for the first time when you’re skulking around the tree line behind his trailer. A skinny thing, too skinny. He thinks about calling animal control, but decides against it. That’s like calling the dog cops, and he’s absolutely not a snitch. Plus, you don’t seem dangerous. You seem scared. When you noticed that Eddie was watching you, you ducked back into the woods. 

Every day after that, Eddie found himself scanning the tree line for you. It was day three when he realized that it wasn’t curiosity driving his thoughts now, but sadness and fear. He’s starting to worry that one of these days he’s not going to see your silhouette behind the trees, that he won’t hear his neighbors yelling in the morning about the “goddamned strays” getting into their trash at night. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if something bad happened to you, even though he couldn’t explain why that is.

Kibble. Eddie bought kibble - $10 for 5 lbs of the stuff. You’re already costing him, and you haven’t even been close enough for Eddie to see your face clearly. This is how it happens, he knows it. This is how he gets suckered into caring for an animal, one that he can’t afford. One that will probably be a complete dick. One that will probably bite him as soon as he reaches his hand out to pet it, just like when he was 5 years old.

—

The man keeps watching you, and you keep watching him. He’s different, you’re sure of that, but you don’t know what that means. Could be bad. Could be good. Either way, you’re going to find a way to get to the food he’s leaving out on his porch at night without getting close enough for him to touch - hit, slap, punch, kick - you. You’re a smart dog, and you’ve already lost enough. Your left ear for one thing.

You don’t know why you feel this way, but there’s a desperate need inside of you. It’s ingrained in your canine DNA, right alongside your curious nature. Your instincts tell you that you should have a person to trust, a person to care for you. It’s only the years of harshness that have eroded that instinct. You fight it always. You can feel your feet itching to move closer to the man now, to see what his face looks like. To smell his hand and see if it feels nice scratching behind your ears. But then you remember what other men have done, and how cruel they are. So, you shrink away and wait for a quiet time to taste the food that’s being left out for you.

—

Eddie’s worried about you, he can’t deny it anymore. He’s noticed that you’re eating the food he leaves out, and that you drain the big bowl of water each day. These are good signs, he’s sure. But he expected for you to start to get friendlier with him by now. You still hide from him, only peeking from behind the tree line to watch him when he fills the food bowl. He doesn’t know a whole hell of a lot about dogs, but he knows they usually seek out human companionship when they’re being fed like this. 

He found himself standing in the pet section of the local department store looking at toys. He has no idea what he’s doing, the toys are all different depending on the size of the dog. You’re not a small dog, and he wouldn’t say you’re big either. He decides to go with the safest option, grabbing a ball and a rope for a medium sized dog. The treats he spends less time thinking about, grabbing a couple of different kinds. One bacon flavored, one chicken flavored, and some that are shaped like little cookies. Eddie’s smile is wide, thinking about you licking your chops and sniffing at a little cookie in his hand.

It’s slow moving. On the first day, Eddie stands about halfway between his trailer and your spot just inside the woods behind it. He holds the bag of bacon flavored treats - go big or go home, he decides. He takes a handful of the treats and sets them in the dirt before taking about 5 big steps back. He waits. He can see you poke your head out  from behind a tree. This is the closest he’s been to you, and he can see now that you’re very pretty. Big brown eyes that have a concerned look to them. He can also see that your left ear is torn, and you have a scar on your snout. It sends a pang of pain through his chest. He takes another 10 steps back and sits on the ground. 

—

It smells like the good food the last man would make sometimes. Like fat and salt. Your mouth is already wet, already tasting it on your tongue. You’re not as hungry as you were a few days ago, the food that this man leaves for you fills your belly. You’ve been sleeping better because of it, but each day is getting a little colder. He’s still sitting there, and you think it’s worth the risk to go ahead and get the good food stuff he left for you.

Small steps, slow. You keep your eyes on the man, making certain he doesn’t move while you get closer to him. He doesn’t move, not even when you lower your mouth to the small mound of treats to take a sniff. Smells better up close, so you open your mouth and suck them all into your mouth at once. You were right to do this, these are very good food. As soon as you swallow, you want more. You look back and see that the man is still sitting in his spot, and he has the bag in his lap. You don’t push away those instincts, instead you decide that the food is good - maybe the man is good too.

—

“You’re a very pretty girl, do you know that?” One of Eddie’s hands is scratching behind your good ear while the other wipes away a tear that’s leaking from his eye. He can’t believe it, how sweet you are. You came up to him and ate out of his hand, and then laid down next to him. You’re so thin, and your fur is patchy from bites. He thought it would be harder to get you to come to him, but all you needed was for him to show a tiny bit of kindness. 

When the sun starts to set, Eddie’s bladder tells him it’s past time to get up. He’s scared to move, worried that you’ll take off and this perfect moment of calm trust will be broken. He can’t sit in this spot in the dirt forever, and neither can you. As he stands up, so do you - but you don’t run for the trees. You look at him with your big black eyes. They’re pleading. 

“I would very much like it if you would come home with me. Would you like that? I have some very warm blankets, and a bed I bought in case you decided you might want to stay with me. Oh, and I have more treats. And a rope. I know I sound crazy trying to reason with a dog, but I promise I’ll be nice to you.” With his case made, Eddie begins to walk to his trailer with the desperate hope that you’ll follow behind him.

—

Of course you have no idea what the man said to you, but you know the way he said it was very nice. Very, very nice. His voice is soft and low, and it makes you feel safe and warm. His hands are good, too. They found that good spot for scratching behind your ear. Plus he has food. Oh, the food is very good. You think he might let you into his little house, so you decide to ask him. 

You follow behind him, not wanting to get too close. You don’t want to make him mad, especially not now that you know he is much better than the other men you’ve known. You wait at the bottom of the stairs and watch as he opens the door. You tilt your head to get a good angle, making sure you can hear, smell, and see everything right now. 

“C’mere,” he says to you, and pats his thigh. You know what that means, and you happily oblige. 

—

6 months later:

Eddie’s holding the receiver to his ear, he’s talking quietly so as not to rouse you. You’re curled up next to him in his bed. It smells so good, so much like him and like you in his bedroom. It’s soft and warm. He’s scratching that good spot, he always knows where to find it. You’re so glad to be here, and you think there’s nowhere else as good as this place.

“Listen, Harrington, it’s not that I don’t want to go. You know I want to. I can’t leave her. Outlaw is a very good girl - she’s not going to ruin your party. I won’t go without her.”

#eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #tw dog bite #tw blood #eddie munson imagine

[da-proti-toku-grem]

Don't mind me, I'm going to make a "masterlist" with the kissing prompts so I don't miss anything (I'll update with the links as I post them)

Edit: okay okay this list is getting interesting 👀

2nd edit: omg thank you sm, I certainly didn't expect this list to get so long, ily all 🥹

Send me a Ship and a Number and I will Write a Kiss

Jance:

9 (in public) & 42 (out of pride) → ao3 | ao3

21 (on a place of insecurity) → ao3

13 (discreetly) → ao3

16 (lazily) & 47 (out of spite) → ao3 | ao3

18 (as encouragement) → ao3

50 (out of love) → ao3

17 (to distract)

10 (desperately)

1 (good morning) & 2 (goodnight)

Afternoon kiss

20 (on a scar)

Bojure:

22 (in a rush of adrenaline) → ao3

1 (good morning) → ao3

8 (in secrecy) → ao3

6 (on a falling tear) + 21 (on a place of insecurity)

15 (passionately) + 44 (out of lust)

Bokris:

7 (to shut them up) → ao3

45 (out of anger) → ao3

10 (desperately)

38 (because they’re running out of time)

26 (as an apology)

Bonace:

4 (where it hurts) → ao3

19 (for luck) & 30 (as comfort) → ao3 | ao3

30 (as comfort)

Bojere:

7 (to shut them up) → ao3

Poly!JO:

48 (out of habit) → ao3

9 (in public)

Bo(Jan)²:

15 (passionately) + 46 (out of envy or jealousy) → ao3

15 (passionately) + 16 (lazily)

45 (out of anger)

25 (as a ‘yes’)

Bojan/Jan/Kris:

8 (in secrecy) + 44 (out of lust)

Jan/Jure:

21 (on a place of insecurity)

44 (out of lust)

Kris/Martin:

23 (…in relief)/...out of fear

NaceKris:

36 (to give up control)

Jure/Mark:

48 (out of habit)

Bojan/Kiki:

18 (as encouragement)

Jure/Martin:

22 (in a rush of adrenaline)

Nace/Martin:

25 (as a ‘yes’)

Bojance:

37 (without a motive)

Bojan/Martin:

38 (because they’re running out of time)

#also that way if anyone wants to send another one they'll know which ones are already requested #or if one of the anons misses it maybe this way it's easier to find it i guess #anyways. thank you for sending these <3 #i'll get to the rest of them as quickly as i can :3 #mine #maca writes #kiss prompts #joker out

[spntoxicfemslashevent]

full prompt list

hey everyone! this is the full february prompt list for this event. we're going to have six prompts every day, so it's big! smaller versions containing only some of the prompts are forthcoming. ideally a piece submitted for a certain day should be inspired by at least one of the prompts for that day.

[conceptual prompts only] [pairing prompts only] [format/style prompts only] [prompts by date] [submission guidelines] [intro post]

conceptual prompts:

feb 1: manipulation || rot || political play

feb 2: tied up || burning flesh || jealousy

feb 3: suburbia || betrayal/judas kiss || doll

feb 4: blackmail || cannibalism || age gap

feb 5: blasphemy || executioner || genderless

feb 6: “...and it felt like a kiss” || on the rack || handmaiden-feudal lord

feb 7: sainthood || blood || isolation

feb 8: poison/drugging || barefoot and pregnant || murder suicide

feb 9: scars || heaven and/or hell || voyeurism

feb 10: shallow grave/midnight gardening || exes || serial killer(s)

feb 11: crossdressing || corpse || brat

feb 12: war/opposite sides || soulmates || guts/gore

feb 13: demonization || immortality || "forgive me father"

feb 14: unrequited || butch || imprisonment

feb 15: high school sweethearts || justifications || resurrection

feb 16: stabbing || masturbation || somnophilia

feb 17: turn the straight girl || kidnapping || ritual sacrifice

feb 18: stalking || substance use/abuse || comp het

feb 19: amnesia/mindwipe/lobotomy || flogging || forcefem

feb 20: vessel || make each other worse || gothic

feb 21: mistress || forced marriage || petplay

feb 22: demon deal || power imbalance || state of mind/dreams/confusion

feb 23: experiment || bastard child || what happened to her first husband/wife?

feb 24: curses || possession || infidelity

feb 25: controlling || temptation || "i ran into a door"

feb 26: victim || right hand || true crime

feb 27: humiliation || dubious consent || brainwashing

feb 28: family || true form || obsession

feb 29: closeted || sins of the father || not passing the bechdel test

pairing prompts:

feb 1: rowena mcleod/billie

feb 2: linda tran/ofc

feb 3: hannah/naomi

feb 4: rowena mcleod/alicia banes

feb 5: raphael/billie

feb 6: amelia novak/naomi

feb 7: abaddon/colette mullen

feb 8: ruby/astaroth

feb 9: cassie robinson/fem!dean winchester

feb 10: linda tran/mary winchester

feb 11: cassie robinson/meg masters

feb 12: linda tran/abaddon

feb 13: risa (endverse)/meg masters

feb 14: kelly kline/dagon

feb 15: linda tran/tasha banes

feb 16: billie/amara/the empty (meg)

feb 17: meg masters/jo harvelle

feb 18: patience turner/claire novak

feb 19: mary winchester/antonia bevell

feb 20: lily sunder/claire novak

feb 21: bela talbot/ruby

feb 22: patience turner/magda peterson

feb 23: fem!castiel/fem!crowley

feb 24: missouri moseley/ellen harvelle

feb 25: jody mills/donna hanscum

feb 26: lily baker/lilith

feb 27: hannah/caroline johnson

feb 28: raphael/naomi

feb 29: eileen leahy/mary winchester

format/style prompts:

day 1: canon divergent || drabble (exactly 100 words)

day 2: canon character/oc || traditional art

day 3: scifi au || non-traditional art medium

day 4: post-canon || gifset

day 5: canon compliant || metered poetry

day 6: reverse!verse/roleswap || sketch

day 7: epistolary || flash fiction

day 8: episode rewrite || fanmix

day 9: gender changes - het to femslash || script format

day 10: canon a little to the left || headcanon

day 11: outsider pov || fancam

day 12: 5 + 1 || exquisite corpse/round robin

day 13: for want of a nail || sequel

day 14: dark fluff || webweave

day 15: vignettes/fragments || fansong

day 16: polyamory || abstract

day 17: unreliable narrator || screencap edit

day 18: meta plot/metafandom/carver edlund novels || non-song based fanvid

day 19: crossover/fusion || multimedia

day 20: trans headcanon || podfic

day 21: humor || amv

day 22: au || fiber arts

day 23: gender changes - slash to femslash || comic

day 24: pre-canon || digital art

day 25: omegaverse || sentence fics

day 26: mundane au || photography

day 27: selfcest || freeverse poetry

feb 28: character study || fanwork-of-a-fanwork

feb 29: rashomon style || fic rec list

#housekeeping #spntoxicfemslash #prompt #long post

[grippingbeskar]

salt, ice and fire

chapter twenty one - push and pull

frank castle x fem!reader

warnings: swearing, canon typical violence, mentions of death, scars, injuries, franks a bit of a dick, then he’s sad?

a/n: i’m SORRY. i am a horrible human. this took so long and i have no idea if it’s worth it. But it needed so much editing i swear if you read the first thing i wrote you’d puke. i hope you enjoy bc i love writing angry frank and reader lmao.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“You can’t go.” You hear Matt say, but you can’t take your eyes off Frank.

“You gonna stop me?” Frank growls back, stepping to put himself between the two of you. To his credit, the lawyer doesn’t seem intimidated, more just pissed off.

“You? I don’t care what you do— but I made a promise to that kid outside and to your girlfriend that I’d do whatever it took to help her, and I’m not letting you ruin it because you want to let off steam and kill someone.”

“You do your job, I’ll do mine.” Frank says. Matt scoffs, shaking his head.

“You make my job pretty difficult if you go and play Bonnie and Clyde all through the capital. Bobby Gnucci is on the FBI’s most wanted list, and with everything going on in the past six months, it’s too risky. Not to mention Madani, who’s giving you one shot at living a semi-normal life.” Matt turns to you now, face angled in your direction over Franks shoulder. “If you know where he is, we can use him. Make him answer for the things he’s done to you, and what he’s probably doing to others.”

Your heart was slamming in your chest, and now Frank had turned to look at you. Almost like he expected you to know what you wanted. You thought you would want him dead. You want him to suffer, to watch him die the way he made you watch hundreds of others die; at your hands. But what Matt was saying made sense, too. With Bobby alive, if you could get him to Madani, maybe your own freedom was still on the table.

It seemed like the biggest problem you faced right now was figuring out how to stay anonymous. You couldn’t risk your enemies finding out who you were, let alone finding out you had a brother. Keeping your faces out of the public eye meant if you brought Bobby in, no one would be chasing you. One more loose end to tie up.

“If I— if we brought Bobby back here, would that mean there wouldn’t be a trial?” Frank walks out of your view, shaking his head, and you hear a door close softly behind you. Your heart pulls, but Matt starts talking before you can follow him.

“It’d be the trial of the decade, but you would be kept out of it. You’d be a key witness, and I can guarantee both you and your brother would be anonymous since you wouldn’t be on the stand. Plus, Madani can cover her ass and keep your face out of it completely.” It all sounds like something out of a dream you had, something so far off but now it was right in front of you. “It’ll be like you were never there.”

Another door opens, and your brother comes through, smiling. Like, really smiling. Taking in a deep breath, the idea of having options for freedom should feel like a weight off your chest— instead, it only makes you feel heavier.

“I… I need—“

“Take some time. We have a little bit now, if you really know where he is.” Matt nods knowingly, and you hear the distracted talking of Karen and your brother on the couch. He looks at you and smiles again, and you return it.

“He’ll be there.” You were certain of it. “I should…” Your head nods to the now closed door of Matt’s room, and he smirks.

“Good luck with that.” An exhausted laugh cracks it’s way out of your throat as you head towards the door.

When you open it, Frank is pacing on the opposite side of the room. He’s walking slow, but it’s one of the few times you’ve seen his hands anything but steady. When the door clicks shut behind you, he stops, looking up and keeping the distance of the double bed between you.

“We are not playing that game again.” Frank says, looking you dead in the eye.

“Frank, this is not a game.”

“It’s a fuckin’ joke.”

“This is a chance at a real life, and you might not like it— fuck, I hate it, but these things are gonna happen. You knew involving Madani would come at a cost, and this is it.”

“So this whole thing is my fucking fault?” Your head falls back, staring at the ceiling— it was like talking to a wall.

“No. I didn’t say that.”

“You remember the last time you had the bright idea to take someone hostage?” He steps back, leaning against the wall, and your mind flashes to the Colonel. Whole lot of good that did you. “We spent twenty four hours hauling that piece of shit in the back of a car, and he gave us nothing. Instead, he lead his men straight to you, and we ended up killing him anyways.”

“I know—“

“So you think now that Murdocks flashing a brief case and a few pretty words that all this ends with him in prison?” Anger dripped from every word, but you couldn’t feel his words hitting you. He wasn’t angry at you— it was something else. “None of this ends until Gnucci and every one of his men are dead and buried. I’m not risking your life because you want to play nice all of a sudden.”

“Frank, don’t—“

“No. I know how this shit goes, and if he’s not dead, it’s not over. You’ve already killed for this guy a hundred times over, and now you have the chance to get your own back and protect your brother, you’re not going to take it? You didn’t have a problem taking down the Colonel—“

“You shut the fuck up right now!” You spit, fists clenched hard. The sharp points of your nails come out against your will, digging into the flesh of your palm so hard you can feel blood pooling. “Who the fuck do you think you are, throwing that back in my face!? When you know exactly how much I have to get him back, you fucking prick!”

“That’s —“

“Shut up! This is my chance— my fucking chance. This is what I have to do. You don’t think I want him dead? You don’t think I fucking dreamed about it every day for years on end? I want him mounted on my god damn wall— but if it’s at the cost of my brothers shot at a free life away from all this, then I will cart Bobby’s ass across the country if I have to. I’m not saying we don’t take as many of his fucking guys down with us, but if they need Bobby to give Sam a chance to live like a normal kid, I’m doing it.” The gasping of both of your heated breaths is the only sound in the room, and Franks jaw stays shut tightly. “You heard what Matt said. If we can bring him here, we can do this quietly. I know you care about Sam, you wouldn’t have taken him in if you didn’t, and I know you care about Madani, and what happens to her.”

“I don’t give a fuck about any of this if Bobby Gnucci gets to live.” Like a gun had went off, you take a step back. It was probably the most selfish thing you’d heard him say since you met him. 

“That’s a lie, and you know it.”

“I’m not letting you do this.” He ignores your comment, his eyes going out of focus for a second.

“And me? If this is what I want?” He shakes his head, suddenly quiet. “I don’t want to live my life like this, Frank. I don’t want to run from people, or pretend to be legally dead. I want a—“

“A normal life. Yeah.” He sits on the floor, not looking at you. “I get it.”

“Nothing about my life is normal. I just… I want to not be worried my brothers going to die every god damn day! He was— I was never meant for a life like this. If I kill Bobby, I replace his men with the FBI, and everything he wanted to happen, happens anyway. Even if Madani fakes our death like you said, I have too many enemies, too many people that I’ve fucked with to be put in a globally accessible system like that. They’d come for me. For Sam!” You take a step around the bed, your voice getting softer as you try to take a few breaths and calm yourself down. “They’d come for you, and I can’t have that, even if you hate me for it.”

“I can handle my own shit.”

“I’m not saying you can’t, but this isn’t just New York. There’s thousands of them. It’s… you know what I did to them.” He doesn’t say anything, staring down at the floor. His head was in his hands, and even though Frank Castle was the silent type, something about this was unnerving. He was still half obstructed by the bed, but you couldn’t tell if taking a step forward would make him back up or come closer to you. You hadn’t yelled at each other like this since those shitty hotels you stayed in when you first met, and it left an acidic taste in your mouth.

“Guys like that don’t get to live. That’s not what I do.” Frank says finally, his voice muffled in his hands.

“I know. It’s not what I do, either. Like you said, I’ve killed for him a thousand times. Why should I change now?” It comes out more bitter than it should have, and Frank says something but you don’t hear it. “This is my chance to start fresh.”

“Fresh.” He grates, still not looking up. “You go get your fresh fuckin’ start.”

“Look at me.” He does, and then he finally stands up. In two, slow steps he clears the space between you. His face was hard, and he was breathing slow, like he was trying to keep himself controlled.

“You go. Get your fresh start, get your ass to Paris or wherever the hell you want to go and put all this behind you. You were never meant for this shit, right?” You blink a few times, trying to comprehend the sight before you. His eyes were a little red, and some look you hadn’t seen ever before is on his face.

“What are you talking about?”

“This is all I got! This— all this blood on your hands? It’s on mine too, but I don’t have a choice. There’s no way out. Killing Bobby is the only thing I can give you, and if that’s not what you want anymore than what the fuck are we doing?” His voice cracked, and even with all the shit he was saying your heart still broke hearing him sound like that. “This is the kind of man I am. I won’t keep your brother safe, and I’m not going to hold your fucking hand while we cart around assholes like Bobby Gnucci. I’m going to kill him— and I’m not changing my fucking mind.”

He was breathing so quick you thought he might pass out. Practically shaking, he held his ground, and you tried to drown out the sound of the TV getting louder outside. Frank must of been yelling, or at least talking loud enough for them to need to drown him out. You could see the regret in his face, in how he was practically folding in on himself, waiting for you to walk out on him. Instead, you stepped forward.

“No, you won’t.” His face was nearly touching yours, he was that close.

“No? You don’t know shit about me, then.” His voice was deadly soft. A strained whisper, voice breaking just a little. “This shit is real for me. You might not of wanted this— but I do. This is who I chose to be, and I’m not changing now.”

“I’m not asking you to change. I’m asking you to—“

“To what? Be your lap dog? Follow you around until you get bored of running? Cause I don’t get an immunity deal with the FEDS or a shiny new lawyer. This is all I got, sweetheart.” He was being mean, and any other day you’d throw it back to him, drop to his level, but his face right now was unlike you’d ever seen.

There was half of you that wanted to fight him. Throw as much venom back as he was spitting at you, be cruel and vindictive, and Hell— maybe there was a small voice in your head telling you to leave and finish this yourself. But the majority of you, the part that’s thawed out over these past few months with him knows that isn’t what he needs right now, and it isn’t what you really want. You tried to channel what he did that day in the hotel. Let him yell as much as he needed, and be there to pick up the pieces.

“I’m asking you to do this with me.” Your hands cup his face, and for a split second his eyes close, then open wide, still lined with rage.

“I can’t.” He tries to slip away but you hold him tight, fingertips borderline painful with their grip on him. He stops pulling when he feels you’re not going to let go. “I can’t let him go alive.”

“Yeah you can. You did it once before.”

“That was different. He didn’t…” Frank looks away from your eyes, at the little scar on your forehead, now completely healed. “The shit he did to you? You want me to let him go, baby?”

“Frank.” You sigh. Your shoulders sag, thumb tracing over his cheekbones.

“Christ. Fuck, I’m sorry. Let’s get out of here, we’ll get back to—“

“Do you love me?” He squeezes him eyes shut, like the question is as painful as a punch in the gut. “Frank, do you love me?”

“Fuck.” He hisses. “Don’t ask me that. Not now.”

“Too fucking bad. Answer me.” Your heart drops to your feet, terrified to hear the answer if it’s not the one you’re waiting for.

“Yeah. Yes. Yes.” Your thumb wipes away the tear on his cheek, keeping him steady as he nods. “Yes.”

“Then do this with me. We bring him back, together.” He was still nodding, eyes tightly shut, leaning against you like he’d break apart. “And Frank? This… this is not all you are.”

“Stop.” He whispers, the softness of it cracking away the hardest parts of you, turning them to warm tides. He was already shaking his head when you starting talking.

“You kept Sam safe. You did. You are that kind of man— and killing people is not all you are. It’s… that’s all I thought I was. For a long time, I thought I was a monster.” His hands grip your waist, and he leans into you further. “But you showed me I don’t have to be that. That I had choices, even if they were small. You told me I could make my own decisions, that I didn’t have to be what they made me— what I made myself into. And then, when you told me I could leave, I chose you. I chose to stay. Nothing will change that. No matter what happens next, even if you can’t do this with me, I will follow you anywhere you let me.”

“I can’t give you what you want.” You lean up on your toes and kiss his forehead lightly. “This will end for you, but it never ends for me. There ain’t a happy ending for this.”

“I don’t care. You are what I want. Even when this ends, I chose to stay. I want this, and whatever comes next. I just want you.” He hauls you to his mouth, the taste of salt and him mixing on your tongue. The kiss is desperate and pleading— apologetic and searching for forgiveness, and you give it. You could take whatever words he’d throw at you, like he would take yours. You were both stubborn and volatile and mean but it didn’t matter, because you were both here, and there wasn’t a single thing in the world that would trump the feeling of his mouth on yours.

You both only pull away when your gasping for air, one of Franks hands tangled in your hair while the other is wrapped snug around your waist. His eyes were still closed, almost like he was afraid to open them, but when he was ready you met them, like an equal. A team.

“We bring him back, alive. Kill the rest.” Frank says into your mouth and you nod.

“Burn that shit to the ground.” You say in earnest. You want that place destroyed— the lower levels were like the levels of Hell itself, and you wanted to make sure no one would ever see those walls again. “Sam—“

“Stays. If we aren’t cleaning house in Washington, he stays far away.” Frank says, and you roll your eyes.

“I was going to say that.”

“Were you?”

“Well, I don’t generally plan to bring the twelve year old on a hostage mission.” Frank blows out a breath, close enough to a laugh, and then goes quiet for a second. You know the guilt will be eating him up— he was constant like that. Guilt was practically his middle name. “You ever throw that Colonel shit in my face again, or any of it, and I’ll put you through the window.”

“I hope you do.” He looks down, searching for words he doesn’t have. He didn’t mean it, and you’d said twice as bad things to him in your time. Apologies felt like placebos at this point, and even if it was a bit mean, you’d take his real emotion over the fake shit he used to feed you any day.

“Just do what you said you would. Do this with me, and we won’t bring it up again.” You kiss him again, and he tightens his grip. You feel the press of his chest to yours tighten and release, and his head falls onto your shoulder.

“I’m scared.” He says lowly, and you physically feel your body slump in response to how… broken he sounds. “Scared of losing you. If he walks, he’s gonna come for you and the kid. I can’t lose… fuck, I can’t do it again. I can’t.”

“I am not going anywhere.” You nudge him upwards, his nose dragging along the soft skin of your neck.

“When I lost Maria and the kids… I won’t come back from that again. I couldn’t sleep, couldn’t live with myself until I knew every single one of those fuckers were dead. You’re asking me to let this guy go after what he did to you and I can’t—“

“If he ever gets out, I’ll kill him myself. Besides, you’ll be with me. What do I have to worry about?” He nods once, and you fall into silence again. This one isn’t like the others. It’s comfortable. Soothing. He holds you for a second longer, and as he lets go his hands stay reaching out, afraid to let you slip through them.

“I don’t like compromise.” His eyes meet yours again, and you have to stop yourself from sighing in relief. He looks like him again, eyes focused on you like they have been since you met him.

“Don’t pout. It’s not cute.” He scoffs, muttering something as he heads for the door.

“Come on. You wanna do this, you can be the one to tell Murdock.” You walk up next to him, feigning an innocent expression. “I ain’t feeding that guys ego anymore.”

“Oh? I thought you guys were such close friends.” Frank growls a string of curse words under his breath as you both walk back into the living room.

“She tell you I was right?” Matthew says from the couch, and you wouldn’t be surprised if Frank shoved you out of the way and knocked him on the jaw.

“Fuck off.” Frank says instead, walking to the other side of the room to stand in the corner. Matt laughs, but you still can’t take your eyes off Frank, and the subtle smile he gives Sam even though he’s clearly pissed off.

“Your phones been ringing off the hook.” Matt looks at Frank and he takes any chance to get out of the room, disappearing from view. “You sort it out?”

“We’ll bring him back. Alive.” Matt nods. “But I can’t control what happens after that.”

“I only need a few hours.” You frown, confused. “I’m a really good lawyer.”

“So I’ve heard.” He laughs again, picking up a few papers from the table. “Look, I just want to say thank-you again. You didn’t have to do any of this, and I know it isn’t the easiest situation, but… I can’t tell you how much it means. To me and Sam, and Frank. Don’t tell him I said that, though.”

“I’m happy to. These kinds of cases are why I became a lawyer in the first place. Even if it means working with guys like him.” He nods to where Frank disappeared, and you blow out a breath.

“He’s not all bad.”

“I know.” Matt gives you a knowing smile before Frank comes back in the room. His face is devoid of any emotion from your talk earlier, and a pit of dread builds in your stomach at his hard expression.

“Madani. Says Bobby’s guys just broke into my old apartment. Took everything, burnt the rest. Karen’s old place, too.” Shit. “We need to move, now.”

“Okay— just let me…” You look down at Sam, who’s already standing next to you. Frank was looking at him too, and you didn’t like the look in his eye.

“She’s got somewhere for him.” He says softly. “He can’t stay here. It’s only a matter of time.”

“Where?” Your voice cracks.

“Some kind of witness protection. There’s too many of ‘em to track. He’s a sitting duck here.” He says the last part in your ear, and Matt somehow catches it.

“He’s safe here.” Matt says, and Frank laughs.

“They found us. Karen’s place. How long you think it’s going to take for them to find this place, or the next?” He was right. You knew it, and as much as you trusted Matt and Karen, they wouldn’t be enough. “Madani’s got the doctors family out and safe. He can go with them, stay there till we get this handled.”

Your throat was tight as you looked down at Sam’s face, thinking about the last time you told him you had to leave. You’d left him enough, you had no idea how to explain this to him—

“It’s okay. I can go.” Sam stands in front of you, looking about ten years older with that determined look on his face. “I can go, and then you’ll come back after, right?”

“Of course.” You bend down further, hugging him tightly. “Can’t get rid of me now.”

He was grinning— a big difference to the kid that you pulled out of the boot of that car just a day or two ago. The bruises on his face were fading, but that wasn’t the reason he was looking brighter. He was around people, ones that gave a shit about him, and he was getting the first taste of real freedom he’d remember. He looked up at Frank, then, smiling a little wider, and it was clear you weren’t the only sibling with an affinity for him.

“Go fuck him up, then.” Sam says seriously. You think about telling him he shouldn’t swear, but if your worst problem with this kid was him saying ‘fuck’ then you’ve gotten off pretty well.

Frank was already getting the remains of your stuff together, and you spent the remaining few minutes with Sam. You can hear Matt and Frank outside, Karen having disappeared to give you some space, and when the two of them came back in the room, Matt looked pissed and Frank was hanging at the door, face blank.

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“Meet you outside.” Frank said before leaving the living room and shoving the front door of Murdocks apartment out of his way.

He had spent all of four hours in that place, and it was four too fucking many. He was on edge now— and the argument with you was still heavy on his mind. Now Madani was calling with more bad news, and he started to feel like a caged animal.

He knew he was out of line with some of the shit he said, but like he told you; he was fucking scared. Last time he let someone live instead of just killin’ him it came back to bite him in the ass, and innocent people died. Because of him. His family was dead because he didn’t take care of the shit he should of. That wasn’t even the half of it. What he knows this guy has done to you, Frank wasn’t sure he was gonna have it in him not to put a bullet between his eyes the second he saw him.

He just couldn’t say no to you. Not when you asked him like that.

Walking outside, he leant against the car, rubbing the palms of his hands on his jeans. He could put it down to how many things could go wrong back in Washington, or the phone call with Madani, but really, the thing that was giving him sweaty palms and a headache was what you asked him. And what he’d said.

“Do you love me?”

“Yeah. Yes. Yes.”

He knows it’s not the first time he said it. The last time he wasn’t even sure if you’d caught it— your eyes rolled back in your head and you saying his name all high pitched and whiney like he loved to hear. He couldn’t help it; basically poured out of him. You’d looked so fucking pretty under him, and twenty four hours without you was enough to give him withdrawals. It made him nervous as shit, though, doesn’t matter how true it was.

He saw you come out the front of the apartment block, walking straight towards him. Frank was half sure you were going to come to your senses and walk up and smack the shit out of him, but you started to slow down just in time to wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him.

He couldn’t remember anything he was thinking about before, just that you were threading your hands in his hair like you always did, and he chased the feeling as you pushed against him. His hands went to your hips, bending down further so he could take control. He didn’t give a fuck about the people walking past, he let his hands wander wherever made you moan in his mouth the loudest, smiling a little as you squeaked when his hands grabbed a little harder on your ass.

You pulled back first, breathless and smiling, but he could see in your eyes you’d cried a little before you came down here.

“You okay?” You nodded quickly, kissing him again. He knew it was probably leaving Sam that had you upset, but he’d given you a hard time, too.

“Mhmm.” You hummed against his mouth. “You drive.”

“Huh?”

“You were a dick. You can drive.” You lean up to kiss him again, but before he can react you shove him out of the way, sliding yourself into the passenger seat. He blows out a laugh, closing your door for you.

“Yes, ma’am.” He can see your smile even through the tinted windows. It’s probably the sweetest thing he’s seen in a while.

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“These, too.” You drop another magazine on the counter, and Frank looks down at you with a blank face. “What?”

He pays for the items, two bags full of shit you probably don’t need and snacks you won’t get through, but you were milking this apology for all it was worth. Besides, with you only being an hour out from Washington, things were about to get complicated. You would take every light moment you could.

“A little help?” You struggle with the overflowing bags, and Frank looks back at you.

“You’re fine.” He says, walking straight back out to the car. As you trail behind him, he’s almost enjoying watching you juggle your shit to the car, but he opens the door for you anyways. Sliding back into the front seats, Frank pulls out onto the highway. “Murdock texted. Sam made it safe.”

“You texting him?” Frank makes a sound, some kind of growl that makes you smirk. “Maybe I should be the one who’s jealous.”

“Funny.”

“I feel like shit. Palming him off.” You watched the muscles in Franks face twitch as he shook his head.

“You’re not palming him off. It’s keepin’ him safe. Besides, the way Madani told it, Doctors family was more than happy to take him in. Said they owed you their lives.” The thought makes you feel sick. They didn’t owe you anything— you were half the reason they were in danger in the first place. “They got kids, too. It’ll be good for him.”

“Yeah.” Frank puts his hand on your thigh, and your breath shakes for a different reason. He keeps it there, thumb stroking up and down just a little higher than normal, and you catch him glancing at you through the mirror.

“This’ll be over soon. All this shit.” Frank says, his voice a tone softer.

“I nearly choked last time I saw him.” Franks hand got tighter on your thigh, knowing you were talking about Bobby. “Going back there, knowing he’s waiting… it’s just freaking me out.”

“I’m not gonna let ‘im anywhere near you.” He stopped himself for a second, keeping his eyes on the road when he spoke again. “You don’t have to do this.”

“Sure I don’t.”

“You don’t. You… look, I can go in there, clean this shit out, meet you back in New York in a day.” You swallowed a laugh— because only he would make any of this seem that simple. Sure, you could give this over to him, or Madani, or you could have just told Karen where he was, and within the day it would be swarmed by agents.

All this could be over, and you could wash your hands of it.

But the truth was— even if you didn’t want to say it out loud, or admit it to anyone, you wanted this. You chose this, to finish this with your own two hands. You might not have wanted to turn out like this, but it was who you were now. You look at Frank, someone who’s life would have been completely different had he chosen a different life, but here he was. He had chosen to live like this, gotten the revenge he needed, and it might have taken a part of him with it, but you still looked at him and saw good.

For all the violence and blood on your hands, this was one time you were going to get what you needed— what you deserved.

“No. I want this.” Is all you said, and the two of you drove in silence, Franks hand never moving from your thigh.

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The Beating of Two Hearts

Chapter: One of Nine

Words: 1,984

Summary: Jo faints in the OR, sending Alex into a panic, but for the moment she and their unborn baby are alright. However her little cold masks something more. When she faints again Addison discovers Jo has an arrhythmia which leads to another, more difficult diagnosis. 

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy.

Relationship: Alex Karev/Jo Wilson.

Characters: Alex Karev, Jo Wilson, Carina DeLuca, Luna Wilson, Helena Karev.

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences.

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Fluff, Drama, Domestic, Marriage, Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Family, Happy Ending, Light Angst, Parenthood, Pregnancy, Children, Medical, Illness, Additional Tags to Be Added, 

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AN: And now we get to Jo's pregnancy with Karev baby #3! Rest assured I've already written and edited this entire story so updates will be weekly and punctual.

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Alex was trying to concentrate. He had one shot at this and prepared himself as he watched the timer countdown. He only had a few seconds to do this so he knew he had to be perfect. He watched as the timer counted down, 3, 2, 1, go. He let the first pendulum swing then the second, but then he fumbled the third one. Two of the pendulums crashed together and he lost the game. Alex tried again, but with the same results, and groaned at his failures. 

This stupid game was getting the better of him. He was a surgeon, he was supposed to have quick fingers and know how to keep time. The fifteen-year-old nonbinary teen, Luca, in the bed next to him, giggled as Alex grumbled and tried again. This time he got all the swinging in time, and the fourth one went before the two collided and he lost again. Luca snorted but had the decency to cover their mouth.

Alex grunted as he handed the phone back to Luca. “Since when does Tic Tok have games anyway? I thought it was just like a dancing-storytelling version of Vine?” Alex asked as he crossed his arms.

“Oh please like you don't have a TikTok Dr. Alex,” Lucas said as they shook their head. “And it's a multi-purpose social media app. I even get news on here.” 

“Whatever,” Alex said as he waved it off. “Can I take a look at your scar now?”

“Yeah,” Luca said, rolling up their gown as Alex saw the scar on their side. 

The incision was healing nicely after the repair for blunt force trauma to their abdomen nearly ripped apart their liver. Although they had to take the right lobe out, the left lobe of the liver was recovering nicely and would regenerate the right lobe soon enough. Luca was healing up nicely, inside and out and they had gotten their strength and humor back. Link had worked with him in surgery as they reset the teen’s leg and grabbed the Doppler to check the blood flow, seeing that all was good.

“Well, I think we're on track to discharge you tomorrow and you can go home,” Alex said with a smile.

“Really?” Luca asked, perking up as they smiled.

“Yup, you should get out of here, it’s been long enough,” Alex said as he knew how much Luca wanted to go home and hated being away from friends and their mom. 

They had been airlifted here from Gold Bar after they were in a car crash with their father who was recovering in the general ward. Their mom worked and couldn’t make it in every day and their friends could only visit once. Alex had heard Owen's plan to discharge their father tomorrow and figured he’d see if Luca could go home as well.

Alex put the Doppler away as Luca pulled up tik tok on their phone again. “Wanna play again before you go and see if you can beat it?” 

Before Alex could say yes, the door swung open and one of the interns, Yasuda ran in. Alex turned, annoyed at how she had rushed in, but when he saw the look on her face he paused. It was a look of worry that meant someone he loved was hurt and his heart stopped. 

“Dr Karev, it's your wife.”

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Alex raced down the hallway like an intern running after an incoming trauma. As soon as Yasuda said that Jo had fainted, he ran off to find her. He was desperate to get to his wife. He had to see if she and their baby were alright. He knew realistically that they would be, but he had to see it for himself.

He ran up to the maternity ward first, before running down to the ORs, knowing that was where they were coming from. He eventually found them as Carina was pushing Jo in a wheelchair with one of the newer OB interns beside her. Alex quickly raced up to them and they paused for a second as he finally reached her. Despite seeing her, there was still a tightness in his chest as he knelt in front of her. Jo gave him a tired smile, looking up from where she was holding her 26 week pregnant bump and an ice pack against her forehead. 

“I'm okay,” Jo promised, although she looked up at him with weary eyes. 

“Like hell you are,” Alex said, cupping her cheek with his hand and holding her bump with his other hand. “What happened? How did you hit your head? Are you dizzy? Did you throw up?”

“Hey,” Jo said, getting him to focus on her again as she looked into his eyes. “I'm fine. The baby’s fine, I promise.” 

Sill, Alex looked up at Carina who gave him a reassuring smile. “Rest assured Dr. Karev, Jo and your baby are alright. She was faint from standing for a long uterine abrasion surgery and she only hit her head on a tray as she was trying to get up on her own. Apart from a small bump on her head, she is fine.”

Alex nodded as Jo let him move the ice pack so he could see the small red mark on her hairline. “You're okay?”

“I’m okay,” Jo assured him with a smile, as much as she said she hated everyone fussing over her, she secretly loved to be taken care of by him, especially while pregnant. 

“I thought we said no fainting in ORs this time around,” Alex said with a slight smile despite his lingering worry. 

“I know,” Jo looked up at him with a matching small smile, and he could see fatigue in her eyes.

“Why don’t you take the rest of the day off and go home to rest,” Alex insisted as he took over punishing her wheelchair as they continued down the hallways again. 

“It’s already approved,” Carina agreed with a nod. 

“No,” Jo insisted as she looked up at them. 

Alex and Carina exchanged a look as both of them paused for a second before they both opened their mouths to protest. However, Jo quickly cut them off. 

“I’m fine, I promise and I’ll take it easy for the rest of the day,” Jo said as she looked at them insistently. “I'll take a break and go get something to eat and drink. I'll go visit the girls and then I'll do paperwork, nothing too strenuous.”

“Josephine, I don't think this is very wise,” Carina said, her eyebrows knitted together as she placed a hand on Jo’s shoulder. “And as your doctor and your superior, I am urging you to go home.”

“I don't want to go home and be bored for the next four hours until Alex and the girls get there,” Jo lamented with a frown.

“Jo please just take it easy, for your sake and the baby's sake!” Alex pleaded with her, getting mad that she would rather stress herself out than relax at home.

“The baby and I are fine!” Jo said as she went to get up, despite both of their protests as they tried to keep her seated and she managed to stand up strong. “I am fine.”

Jo walked away from them and Alex let out a deep sigh. He pinched his nose as Carina just shook her head and put her hand on her hips. They never understood why she did this. He knew she hated being lonely, and her anxiety rose especially while pregnant, but this was beyond that.

“I’ll at least keep an eye on her and make sure she does desk work, checking in patients, calls, and chart work, but no work on any active labors or C-sections,” Carina said as she shrugged, they both knew by now that Jo would still try and deliver babies. It was what she lived for.

“I'll stay with her for now and if she gets faint again, I'll take her home,” Alex nodded as Carina agreed with their plan. 

Carina went back down the hall to the OR to finish the surgery while Alex looked back to Jo. She was walking away and he had to jog to catch up with her. When he did, he put a hand on her back as he fell in step with her. Jo smiled at him, as she knew she had won. 

They both took a lunch and went down to the cafeteria. They got something to eat and drink as she rested with her feet up on an extra chair. He watched her closely, but she seemed alright and was even eager to chase the girls around. They pulled them out of daycare for a bit as they got some cuddles and hung out in Alex’s office before they took them back.

After they said goodbye to the girls, they walked back up to the maternity ward. Carina was waiting for her and Jo sat down in a chair at the nurse's station. Carina presented her with a stack of charts to work on and Jo scowled at the tower of paperwork she had. 

“You could always just go home?” Alex said, looking down at her as he leaned on the counter. 

“No, I’m good,” Jo said as she plastered on a smile, opened the first file, and logged into the computer

“Alright,” Alex as he stood there a little longer, wishing for an excuse to stay. 

Jo glanced over at him with a light glare, telling him to go. His phone dinged and Alex pulled it out as he sighed. He was being paged to the ER for a consult but looked back at his pregnant wife. 

“Go, I'll be fine,” Jo said again with a light smile.

He almost believed her, but there was something inside of him that told him he needed to worry about her. Still, he looked down at the page and knew that he had to go. He leaned down and kissed her cheek. Jo smiled before she reached up to grasp his chin as she turned to kiss his lips.

“Promise me, you’ll page me if you even feel the slightest bit sick,” Alex insisted as he watched her.

“I promise,” Jo said and he knew she was resisting the urge to roll her eyes. “But don't worry I'm in good hands.” 

Jo looked back at the nurses who all smiled back at her and nodded, reassuring him. If he couldn’t look after her, the nurses were the second best thing. 

“Alright, I'll see you later,” Alex said as he reluctantly turned around and walked away. 

…………………………………………………………………

Later that afternoon Alex walked back to the Maternity ward and saw Jo standing at the nurse's station. He couldn't shake the feeling of worry he had for her and decided to take an extra break to go check on her. Although he had heard from the nurses that she was fine and grumbling about the paperwork. 

When he spotted her, Jo was speaking to a few of the new interns and the nurses. Alex smiled as he approached her. At 26 weeks pregnant, Jo had a sizable bump under her black scrub shirt, and he loved admiring it. She had both of her hands on her back, rubbing in small circles and he reached out to rub her back for her. As Alex put his hand on her back, Jo looked up at him with hazy eyes and leaned into him as she began to waver. 

“Jo, Jo,” Alex said as her eyes fluttered shut and he quickly wrapped his arms around her and held her.

“I'm fine, I didn’t pass out,” Jo said, putting a hand on her head as she took a few deep breaths. “I'm just a little light headed.”

“Get me a chair!” Alex yelled at them as they all jumped into action. 

The intern quickly turned and scrambled around as they tried to grab one of the chairs that were connected to a line of other chairs from the waiting room. The nurses were smarter and quickly gave him the rolling chair from behind the desk and helped him ease Jo into it.

Alex pulled out his stethoscope and gave her a once-over. Her heart sounded fine, her lungs sounded good too. But as he put his hand on her forehead, she felt hot. 

“Is there anything I can get you, Dr. Karev?” One of the interns asked.

“No, now scram,” Alex said, knowing Jo didn’t like a crowd fussing over her and they all quickly left them alone.

“I hate this,” Jo said, rubbing her forehead.

“I know,” Alex gave her a sad smile as he knelt down in front of her and reached up to cup her cheek. “What's going on Jo?” 

“I'm not feeling so good,” Jo admitted with a sigh. “I think I'm coming down with a cold or something.”

“Why didn’t you tell me or Carina?”

“I didn't want you to worry, I'm sorry,” Jo said as she frowned and tears sprung in her eyes.

“I’m always going to worry about you, but if I know what's going on then I can help you,” Alex said as he rubbed her cheek with his thumb.

“I know,” Jo cried as she covered her face with her hand. “It just makes me feel like I can't do my job or anything and I didn’t want to be admitted like last time where everyone was there and they all found out I was pregnant. It was fun to celebrate it, but I hated being fussed over.” 

“I know you hate it, but you need to be fussed over because you’re not feeling well. You're clearly running a fever and I know you're tired. And don't pretend that you don't have a runny nose, because I know you have tissues stuffed in your pockets.”

“My throat hurts too,” Jo admitted as her voice started to sound a little horse.

“I’m sorry, Jo,” Alex said with a sigh as he frowned. 

Now that she was in the second trimester her pregnancy symptoms had eased up. However it came with new symptoms, she still had insomnia and she struggled to sleep. This often left her tired and in need of a daily nap alongside their toddlers. She was also dealing with heartburn and round ligament pain. Now that she was sick he couldn’t imagine how much worse she felt.

“Come on, let's go home,” Alex said, putting his arm around her as he helped her up. 

“Okay,” Jo said as for once she didn't protest and leaned into him.

“Thank you,” Alex said as he reached around to hold her bump and they walked together towards the resident’s lounge.

“Will you make me mac and cheese for dinner?” Jo asked, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

“Of course,” Alex agreed, despite how they’d had twice in the past week he knew the girls loved it just like their Mama. 

“Thank you,” Jo said as she leaned in and kissed his cheek and he tried not to blush at her affection.

Jo did as she was told, for once, and went home. They let Carina and Hayes know they were leaving and Alex took a bit of work home with him. Then they went and got the girls from daycare and headed home. When they got there, her nose started running even more and she opened up the cough drops. He took her temperature and she was 100.9° F.  Alex just raised an eyebrow at her as Jo ignored his eyes. She did stay home the next day and the day after that. After a few days in bed, Jo recovered from her cold. Then she was back to her usual self, even her pregnancy symptoms eased up, and Alex’s worry disappeared… 

Until a week later.

#jo wilson #alex karev #jolex #grey's anatomy #carina deluca #karev family chronicles #jo karev #otp: home and heart #fanfiction #my fanfiction #my work #my writing #grey's anatomy fanfic #TBoTH

[frizzy-frizz-frizz]

I wanted to copy and paste my fave bits of what you said about kevjean but all of its amazing and I love it "kevin and jean are so intrinsically tied together, they know each other first and foremost." Kill me now jesus christ "kevin had to leave and jean couldnt." Literally just stab me in the chest "that is where the song ends almost as abruptly as the books" im screaming???? I literally did not think of this but you're so right oh my god let me go listen to this song again right now

"Also is it just me or does it feel like neil josten, 'demisexual who never really understood his own attraction' is listening to this while making a kevin day binder on the run" you've honest to god read my mind that's exactly what I'm associating when I listen to the song. His obsession and jealously and the binder and if one of them had to make it he wanted it to be kevin. Also "I can't dare to dream about you anymore" him on the run for sure but also when both of them thought neil was going to be dead by the end of the year

"oh to be a random exy fan in the aftg universe." Honestly the edits ppl would make would be incredible

"NEIL REMEMBERING WHAT KEVIN WAS LIKE AS A KID" BABE YOU GET ME THIS IS SO IT "known for who you know, you know you'll always know me" kevin being the one thing from his past that he wanted to keep that he was still attached to. Also the song reminds of the name of the game by dayurno (it killed and revived me) and Neil just watching Kevin's game in chapter 2 and just fucking marvelling over him

BELIEVE?? The way he has so much faith in Neil and Andrew the way he sees so much potential in them and insists on dragging it out

THROUGH THE GHOST?? "ITS SO KEVIN" You're so right tho the world will never know him like he knows himself him looking at his past self not being able to recognise himself anymore it's all so good

Also I know I said I've never considered nothing new with him in mind but now that I have him in mind it's just "HOW DOES A PERSON KNOW EVERYTHING AT 18 BUT NOTHING AT 22" ALSKSK "WOULD YOU STILL LOVE ME IF I WAS NOTHING NEW???" MY GOD

I adore him to primadonna I've always thought the song was so him and I'm glad for the agreement "all I wanted was the world" "the rise the fall" "you say that I'm kinda difficult" "I know I've got a big ego I really don't know why it's such a big deal though" LIKE HELLO IT WORKS SO WELL

ALSO I NEED YOUR THOUGHTS ON MY TEARS RICHOCHET "And I can go anywhere I want Anywhere I want, just not home" Kevin directly after leaving the nest??? Or directly after joing it "And you're the hero flying around, saving face" the ravens pretending it was a skiing accident??? "You turned into your worst fears" Honestly there are a couple of ppl that could be referring to

TEEN IDLE "The pretty lies the ugly truth And the day has come where I have died Only to find I've come alive" him leaving the nest thinking his life was over to everything that came after

You'd be paranoid too is a song I've literally never heard of but jesus christ "I learned to live with these eyes in my closet Hands in my pockets Alone but surrounded" growing up famous?? In the nest?? ALONE BUT SURROUNDED???

Overwhelmed is literally every anxiety/panic attack scene from the books and I lost a friend kinda makes me think its about him towards riko in like a very "how did I lose a friend I never had"

God this is probably longer than the first message I'm so sorry its gotten out of hand but unfortunately I'm not done

My brain fucking perked up when it heard my alcoholic friends I have no idea why is sounds so familiar but its such a great rec I'm obsessed it fits and it's such a fun song to bop to for some reason

I'm obsessed with willow as a kandrew song kevin is so "They count me out time and time again" and "I come back stronger than a 90s trend"  "Rough on the surface but you cut through like a knife" HELLO "I'll meet you after dark" night practice??? "Show me the places where the others gave you scars" That one fucking scene where Andrew takes his left hand and checks it over I can't deal

This is me trying is so very very Kevin it's hard to just pick a singular line. ALSO Liquid Smooth LIQUID SMOOTH

Anyway I think this is longer than the last ask lmao

i dont mind at all that this is longer than the first message. in fact i am ECSTATIC. im so glad you're liking the playlist, its the BEST feeling

the kevjean dynamic has me in a chokehold i cant stop thinking about them. i feel so validated rn FINALLY someone gets my attachment to that song

"Also "I can't dare to dream about you anymore" him on the run for sure but also when both of them thought neil was going to be dead by the end of the year" GOD and when he looks at kevin that night, kevin who wanted to give him everything the world has to offer and, "will you still teach me?" "Every night" i am DECEASED. THIS SONG. IT MAKES ME THINK OF THAT SCENE AGAIN

SAME dororthea and liability and lost remind me so much of 'the name of the game'...i should reread it again...

believe hit so close to my heart AND YEAH YOU GET IT. kevin's unflinching faith and trust in those two always astounds me. he's the kind of person who just see right through you. past the words and pretensess, right down to your core. just looks at you and sees everythinig you are. everything you could be. and THEN he tells you that you can make it. that you can do it all. he puts the world and all it offers within your reach for the first time and- OF COURSE andrew and neil are obsessed with him. and, no one had ever told them they were worth it before. these three will be the end of me i swear.

"LORD WHAT WILL BECOEM OF ME ONCE IVE LOST MY NOVELTY" YES YES EXACTLY. it so perfect. even the AGES are right.

YES my alcoholic friend s sounds so familiar and i think its cause it sounds like a marina song?? somehow?? but mostly i added it cause of the last verse, "Should I choose a noble occupation? If I did I'd only show up late and sick,

"And they would stare at me with hatred Plus my only natural talent's wasted on my alcoholic friends"

KEVIN FEELING LIKE HE'S TIED TO EXY LIKE. he will keep going back to exy. even if he got to choose to do something else, showing up late and sick, his natural talents only on display on a court.

"ALL I EVER WANTED WAS THE WORLD" YES THANK YOU its works so so well

disclaimer: you might not agree with me at all about my tears ricochet and that's totally fine, my interpretation is VERY self indulgement.

hear me out, i associate my tears ricochet with post-baltimore kandrew. specifically the fallout and the arguments and guilt and pain that followed. because not only does andrew have to earn back kevin's trust, they both have to rebuild their relationship from the ground up. SO imagine my tears ricochet as that process

"I didnt have it in myself to go with grace, cause when id fight you used to tell me i was brave" kevin is all caustic, brutal honesty. he would hurt, and he wouldn't soften the blow. but he'll always come back

"Cursing my name, wishing I stayed, you turned into your worst fears" I FIRMLY believe andrew has had some horrible horrible thoughts about being like every person who's hurt kevin. of kevin being afraid of him. he would throw all of himself into

"We gather stones, never knowing what they'll mean. Some to throw, some to make a diamond ring" kevin and andrew know each other all too well. they're the only ones who can truly push each other. remember when kevin walked intllo court with a raquet in his right hand and andrew was right behind him?? When kevin made andrew TRY for the sake of it?? ('UNSTOPPABLE FORCE VS IMMOVABLE OBJECT' DYNAMIC MY DARLING)

"And you can aim for my heart, go for blood,but you would still miss me in your bones" You think after calmed down from the fear of losing neil he'd see those bruises on Kevin's throat and NOT panic?? That the thought of losing kevin wouldn't send him into a full blown panic? Bullshit. and KEVIN who after it all keeps choosing andrew, who keeps putting faith in him, WOULDN'T keep trying to rebuild?? listen those two are practically melded together okay

"and I still talk to you (when im screaming at the sky)" ANDREW ON THE ROOF

"You had to kill me, but it killed you just the same" IM SOBBING THESE TWO THEY END ME I WILL NEVER STOP TALKING ABOUT THEM

I HAVE MORE KANDREW SONGS THAT I HAVENT ADDED YET BUT I WILL

I have so many kandrew songs

I think of them too often

To be honest, I associate 'I lost a friend' to kevin and jean. specifically kevin thinking about jean and all the emotions that come with. this is, once again, about kevin running away to the foxes and jean being at the nest. BUT for extra sad you can remember all the drafts nora wrote where Jean died.

ALSO I like you thoughts on the song being about kevin and riko. riko who he was friends with once, when they were very young. who promised him they'd make court together. who got worse and worse until, soon enough, there might as well have been no trace of the boy who was kevin's friend

WILLOW KILLED ME ITS SO THEM YOU'RE SO RIGHT

"Wherever you stray, ill follow, begging for you to take my hand, wreck my plans" not kevin and andrew barging into each other lives and refusing to let the sink, stubbornly staying afloat and lifting each other up. utterly craving each others plans and expectations of the future. Andrew digging his heels into the ground and yet following Kevin and he promises andrew the world and them drags him towards it

"Life was a willow and it bent right to your wind" and "Like you were a trophy or a champion ring, and there was one prize I'd cheat to win" ANDREW ABOUT KEVIN who pushes and pushes and constantly gives all he has and demands the best

"Wait for the signal and I'll meet you after dark, show me the places where the others gave you scars" Just. THEM. IM SOBBING

more kandrew recs:

Silence by marshmello, Im not okay by weathers, 505 by arctic monkeys, I am not a robot by marina, (twin sized mattress and lost are already on the playlist), and MOST IMPORTANTLY,

wolves without teeth by monsters and men THIS SONG IS SO. THEY ARE SO. its perfect to me.

#ask stuff #kevin #kevin playlist

[blckgrlmov13s]

intoxicated takessss

tonight’s edition includes a rewatch of japan sinks 2020! The first time i watched this, it scarred the everliving fuck out of me. like yes Jo-Jo watch an apocalyptic anime when the world literally was in shambles🙄 Yet as i’m watching this almost three years later, it’s for sure not as traumatizing (especially with this drink in my system) the cult episodes high key are funny because i 100% believe some shit like that would happen. But the sister is HIGHLY STUPID for not getting that cut checked out earlier🫤maybe she wouldn’t have lost the part of her leg🤭🤭 i’ll talk my shit but i know i wouldn’t have lasted as long as our cast did

#rambles #tv show #anime #japan sinks 2020 #this post has been brought to you by: #tequila and peach soda🤍

[wndamaximov]

marvel ladies + elle

#wndasedits #userwnda #women of marvel #women of the mcu #zendaya #zendaya coleman #zendaya edit #gwyneth paltrow #gwyneth paltrow edit #scarlet johannson #scar jo #scar jo edit #natalie portman #natalie portman edit #michelle jones #mj #pepper potts #natasha romanoff #black widow #jane foster #the mighty thor

[f1fantasy]

- when I'm away from you I'm happier than ever

#fck jos all my homies hate jos #max grew up with this man teaching him that he was a failure and being toxic was the only way to thrive #he went under so much abuse during his whole life it scarred him deep #but you can see he is slowly trying to grow out of this figure or the figure people portray him #he is slowly getting better #and I'm so so so proud of him #even though he messes up BIG from time to time #i know his heart has gold in it #max verstappen #max #verstappen #mv33 #red bull racing #rbr #red bull #f1 #f1fantasy edits #my posts #max verstappen fancam

[goddesses-of-the-multiverse]

#not my edit #marvel #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #mcu phase four #black widow #Scarlett Johansson #florence pugh #yelena belova #natasha and yelena #natasha romanoff #natalia romanova #natasha romonova #kevin feige #marvel studios #scar jo

[sturmmhond]

favorite character quotes:

“ remember who you are. NIKOLAI knew. he was a king who had only begun to make mistakes. he was a soldier for whom the war would never be over. he was a bastard left alone in the woods. and he was not afraid to die this day. ” 

from leigh bardugo’s king of scars

#nikolai lantsov #grishaverse edit #shadow and bone #king of scars #the grisha trilogy #it is my BOOOOOYYYYYY my golden hearted snarky asshole!! #i love him sm #anyway thank you woodkid for making such beautiful music videos #mwah #ANYWAY #here we go #another edit series that will take years to complere #jo's favorite quotes #i made a thing! #s&b.gif #i refuse to look at this on mobile because it will absolutely CRUSH my confidence #as a gif maker #changed it midway and might appear as two different variants out in the wild hsdfkhsgdf

[reastless]

when u go over to @blackclothed‘s house and they want to play dress up so they send u home looking like this

#jo does art sometimes;; #ooc;; #siggy did his hair and makeup and gave him the outfit #he took off the heels #edit: tattoo and scars added

[capwilsons]

i'm not gonna say much on this whole anthony mackie situation bc like. i don't really think you guys need my [white] voice added to this parade of hot takes but i'll say a couple things

1. the lack of nuance in fandom takes out there is truly astonishing. i really shouldn't be surprised at that though

2. stop looking to other people to tell you what your opinion should be. i don't mean celebs or asking what they mean about shipping. i mean stop asking others what your opinion on stuff like this should be. read the facts yourself, take into account your own bias and experience, and form your own opinion.

3. context is key. not just context within the quote itself, but broader context with his past actions + words. also consider the context of the article writer's past as well, and antiblackness in fandom

4. take a step back and consider how hard you've gone in defence of your faves in past and how hard you've gone on the offensive for those actors/celebs you already didn't like. Now compare it to this and do some reflection.

#btw i'm not answering the anons i got #this is it #on point four especially though #i gotta say though its funny (sarcasm) how hard ppl go after him like they were waiting for him to fuck up #but then consistently make excuses for the blatant transphobia and racism and homophobia and antisemitism that other marvel stars display #e.g. rd/j. scar/jo. chris/e. chris/p. seb/s. #(theres more i just get tired of listing every single marvel actor) #anyways perhaps we could acknowledge both that his comments were poorly worded = #and that his past interviews + actions speak to what perhaps he was trying to convey or how he actually feels about gay folks #edit: i clarified the first point because i was talking about how ppl love reading this shit as black and white #like it couldn't just be that yeah it was worded poorly or out of context #or god forbid ppl dont just have black/white takes on fckin everything #life is grey

[sunhalf-a]

future hairstyles for some kids

alistair -> august -> ena anastasia -> hana -> jocasta

#rain plays picrew. #ena and alis being the one ones who grow their hair out.....i just love short hair so much #tho jo has literally forever 2 try out new styles so #( ignore jos lack of heterochromia i did not care enough 2 edit the eyes ) #scars /