[aeipcthys]

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starter — closed.

@lostatseattle carter james + eleanor sharma

she was back. overheard through a conversation carter was in no way a part of, her ears had turned up at the name, like a jolt of electricity delivered right to her heart. eleanor sharma. back in her city. back in her orbit. and, if hope had any weight on the outcome, back in her life.

carter had, purposefully, avoided seeking her out. the way they left things had weighed heavily on carter after months of separation. having eleanor yanked from her life came with an unfortunate familiarity. and through that history repeating, carter was faced, once again, with the hollowness that was life without her best friend by her side. but this time, she wasn't a teenager. she was thirty-four years old, worn down by constantly fighting against who she was. life didn't often deliver second chances. not to people like her who could only keep royally fucking them up. but she swore to herself, curled up under a heated blanket during one of her "sick days," that if the opportunity came around again, she wouldn't be so quick to run from it.

now, carter firmly planted her feet, knowing that as long as they were in the same place, there might still be a shape for them. her mind went to work, trying to figure out the perfect olive branch. something that matched the caliber of an old scrapbook. a crayon box, perhaps, paired with some kind of declaration carter had yet to figure out. it was a work in progress, but she would perfect it by the time she came face to face with eleanor sharma, again. she was sure of it.

until... "eleanor?" carter stuttered, horror seeping through her tone and face as she turned on to the target aisle. there was a bottle of detergent under her arm and a family-size block of cheese gripped between her fingers. her hair was up in a messy bun, and the long coat she wore didn't head the grey sweatpants and sweatshirt combo she had hastily thrown on to run her errands. as all of this ran through her mind, she realized she couldn't think of a single thing to say, except... "hey..."

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seattlites​:

wyatt couldn’t help but look down on her - mostly because he was that much taller and there was no other way of making this any less awkward. his puzzled expression didn’t dissipate with her excuse, on the contrary. her brows came together and he leaned forward just slightly to read the label. “bratwurst…” he repeated, “wasn’t aware you liked those.” truth be told, she could be telling the truth only because he hadn’t seen her in a lifetime. he had only thought good things when he ran into her, why else would he think differently? suddenly, he felt like he had to be thinking differently, even if he had no solid reason. “me?!” he asked offended. “why would i be following you? i was already here!” he raised his voice a bit higher than he’d like to admit. wyatt wasn’t good with confrontations. he got himself together and crossed his arms as well. not to be intimating, god no. he would never but… why did all these small women were so good at making him uncomfortable when he knew he hadn’t done anything wrong? “should i have a company?” he looked around, expecting to see another familiar face pop up out of nowhere. and then fear struck him like a lightning. “are you here to rob me?!” that was the only possible explanation in his head.

bratwurst. great. now having to hold on to the item in her hand, carter was feeling wonderful about how this interaction was playing out. never mind the fact that she didn’t if she’d ever actually eaten bratwurst. “love it. reminds me of home.” she said quickly, her delivery dry enough to hopefully not encourage anymore questions about the sausage in the room. it was a tad funny, if one were to think about it. eleanor sharma could complete ninety percent of the thoughts in her head. she understood what she was saying before the words even left her mouth. but wyatt sharma? not even close. her brow furrowed, squinting at him with perplexity. “jesus, calm down. i’m not chris hansen, you don’t need to be so defensive.” it wasn’t lost on her that she was really the creepy one in this scenario. she’d been semi-stalking wyatt upon spotting him. and yes, it wasn’t her proudest moment. but anyone who knew the context could understand her motives...right? “oh my god, what is wrong with you??” carter asked, more puzzled by the fact that she was holding a pound of bratwurst in one hand and wyatt was the one looking ridiculous. “i’m not here to rob you, wyatt. this is a grocery store and you’ve known me since i was six. come on.” she sighed, running a hand through her hair, glancing to the side to see if there was any convenient way to bail on this entire conversation. but she was already here, and with an impending bratwurst purchase in her future, she might as well get her money’s worth. “i just...saw you and thought i’d ask how you’re doing. you, eleanor...you know. the whole sharma-clan.” she probably shouldn’t have opened the door for him to share about more people than she cared about, but that would have involved her owning up to the one person she really wanted to know about — eleanor.

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mediiicals​:

“are you breaking the law?” it was a stupid question because the answer was obvious. she was. she had stopped working at the hospital a while ago, so seeing her rummaging through a supply closet like a raccoon seeing food for the first time was a bit more than surprising. alex wouldn’t tell anyone, obviously. that didn’t mean anything about him being nosey and getting answers to any of the questions that he wanted to ask. “looks like the princess lost her throne,” he let out a laugh, searching through the closet for his own necessities. when jo left the hospital, he had asked around for a couple days to see if he understand what happened. it wasn’t some ulterior motive, but he has always admired her skills as a surgeon. she was a younger resident, but that didn’t mean alex couldn’t see skill when he saw it. “bailey’s outside,” he admitted, “you may want that phone call to last a little bit longer than you need it to.” 

“that’s your first question?” she almost laughed, likely only holding back because that was indeed what she was doing. jo was expecting a what are you doing in here? something most people would have led with. but, no. alex was straight up and to the point. “get a lot of criminal confessions that way do you, officer subtlety?” she rolled her at him, the only seemingly appropriate reaction when she found herself around alex karev. “you know, not having to listen to you calling me princess every five seconds has been the best part of getting out of this place. and that’s including all of the scut interns get.” jo pivoted as he seemed to resume what he had come in here for, turning her bag along with her so she could stash the gauze in her hand somewhere. she let out a breath, closing her eyes once he opened his mouth again. there was nothing to indicate what his motives were. he was an ass half the time she had worked there—the resurrection of the princess nickname was proof enough that he was still very much that guy. was the head’s up about bailey really to help her? or was he going to turn around and give her up regardless? he didn’t owe her anything, alex definitely wasn’t on the very short list of people that had earned jo’s trust. to hell with it, she thought, spinning back around and throwing her arms up in the air. “dude, if you’re going to rat me out, will you just tell me now? you think i’m some princess, fine, whatever. you clearly don’t know a freaking thing about me, but it doesn’t matter. i don’t have time to play games. i may not work here anymore, but i still have people that depend on me.”

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lostatseattle​:

steph’s head snapped up at the sound of her name, immediately concerned that she was about to get in trouble. ever since she had started aiding jo, it seemed it would only be a matter of time before she got caught. every night she lay in bed, wondering if she had covered her tracks well enough, wondering when someone would notice certain discrepancies in the inventory. she understood her friend’s mission - but she was starting to wonder if it was really worth it.

so she stopped answering her calls. text messages piled up, unread. she missed when jo’s requests included beers and catch ups not… crime. she closed her eyes and slowly turned around to face the other woman, pretending her heart wasn’t racing from fright. “i just gave you some.” two weeks ago. “i- i can’t.”

steph was in a difficult position in all of this. that much was true. and jo knew that it wasn’t just her ass on the line if it all went south. jo had quit on her surgical residency, but steph? getting caught for theft was likely a career ender. but she had signed on. no one was forcing her. “okay, well, i can’t control how many sick people there are that need our help.” our. a subtle reinforcement that this didn’t really work without the necessary supplies, and getting the necessary supplies was all but impossible without her partner in crime (literally). “look, it’s not like there are a lot of treatment options out there for some people. and a lot of them have friends in the same position. word spreads, more people come to us, inventory gets low. and this whole thing feels pointless if we start turning people away. i might as well have never left this freaking hospital.”

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mediiicals​:

“wouldn’t that be one hell of a move? oh sorry, you’re not giving us what we need so we’re buying you out of a job.” mia was hard to read 99% of the time, especially after the accident. as her best friend, catalina hoped that she would be on the better side when it came to being able to understand where she was head space wise but even she couldn’t tell sometimes. after taking another sip of her own wine, eyes turned back to her best friend. immediately, eyes narrowed with eyebrows furrowing. “wait, are you being serious?” 

she shrugged, pushing herself up off of the couch and heading toward the adjoining kitchen. her fingers fell around the neck of the open wine bottle, bringing it along with her as she returned to where cat was seated. mia shrugged nonchalantly, refilling her own glass. “i wasn’t...” she set the bottle down, picking her glass up once more. “unless...would buying you a hospital make that firefighter boyfriend feel inferior? because if so, i’d consider it.” she said with a smirk, taking a sip from her glass. everyone knew the classic trope—scared boyfriends having to meet their girlfriend’s intimidating father. in cat’s life, mia liked to think she filled that intimidating role perfectly. “mmm...” mia swallowed, eyes narrowing as she thought about it more. “and if i had hiring and firing power. i would totally buy the hospital to be able to fire people. i’m tired of looking at hunt and his hair. reminds me of a traffic cone.”

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mediiicals​:

the confused look on her patients face made her cringe, eyebrows narrowing in frustration. “he - “ there was a pause, “he bought the hospital after we get married. just to, you know, make that one hundred percent clear. i didn’t marry my boss,” by choice at least. she was now married to her boss, but again! that was besides the point. before giving patrick her complete attention, andrea gave her patient the notification that an intern would be by to take him up to get a ct scan, to sit tight and not to worry. after giving them some space, she gave patrick a little push on the side. “can you not interrupt me when i’m working with a patient? it makes me look stupid.” 

patrick chose not to add on to what andrea was saying, neither negating nor affirming her words. he just kept that signature smile on his face, giving a nod of his head to the patient that didn’t seem all that sincere. he chuckled as he spun around, pacing a few steps and assuming andrea intended to follow once she addressed her patient. “hey!” he feigned hurt as she pushed him, holding his hands up in mock surrender. “what? i said you were one of our best. you’re the one that brought up sleeping with your boss.” she had specifically said marry, but that was semantics. “it’s also my hospital, which means you work for me, sweet pea. so i guess that means i can interrupt you as often as i like. we could even make it a weekly thing, huh? keep your thursdays open.”

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lostatseattle​:

eleanor might have carried on if carter hadn’t taken her hands - a frequent cue for when she ought to take it down a notch and actually listen. she bit down on her bottom lip, nodding slightly but it was clear that she still had more to say on the matter. she had been dancing around it for months now. her brother had even started asking questions. perhaps part of her hoped if she had kids then he might… put it off until the next wife. 

her eyes steadily tracked carter. there it was. “that’s not it,” she said plainly. “you’re doing that thing.” a finger prodded carter in the side, looping into her belt loop in an attempt to pull her closer - what was supposed to be a smooth move. unfortunately, it didn’t work out that way. the belt loop twisted around eleanor’s finger and it took her a solid ten seconds to get free. “ow, ow, stay still.” once free, she cleared her throat and waved her hand in the direction of the incredibly clean counter. “okay- well, you’re still doing that thing.” she looked back up at her wife, a pointed frown, shoulders pushed back like nothing happened.

“yes.” she answered the rhetorical question with full confidence. “what part of that made it seem like i didn’t?” a pause. “do… you want to?”

carter scoffed at the accusation, as if she wasn’t standing next to the person who knew her best out of anyone in the world. the one person who would know if she was doing a thing. “what thing?” she asked, now adjusting herself awkwardly to try and stop whatever thing she was apparently doing. carter turned, unknowingly catching eleanor’s finger up with her. “okay, okay.” she said with a breath, taking a small step back to ensure no one lost a limb in an incredibly anti-climactic way. carter glanced at the clear counter. “it needed a buff.” a string of words she’d never said before. she sighed again, pushing the towel away from her but avoiding eleanor’s gaze for a little longer. 

carter somehow found herself caught in the middle between eleanor and their hypothetical child on one side, and herself on the other. the last thing she wanted was to see that flash of disappointment cross her wife’s face. she’d berated elementary school bullies and rude movie theater ushers for a lot less. no one was allowed to stand in eleanor’s way. except this time, carter was the hold out. “i love you...” she said, finally looking up to meet her partner’s eyes. she stepped toward eleanor, placing her hands on her hips. “and i love our life together. and...i’m scared of what happens when you throw a wrench into that.” partially true, but that felt more like a fear they would overcome...together. it was another lurking fear, one that carter was a bit too embarrassed to say out lout for fear she might sound like a seven-year-old who was picked last at recess. “a kid is such a big step. what if they...” she began, but once again thought against it, dragging out the end of her sentence longer than anticipated. “...don’t like...celine dion.”

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seattlites​:

ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE. ↪ mia porter ( @aeipcthys​ )

“of all the people pissing me off, i didn’t think i’d have to add you to the list.” amelia didn’t exactly considered the other a friend but there weren’t many people in that list lately either. as she took a sip from her new drink in what she thought was a bar where no one from the hospital would find her, she looked up to her colleague. “you should try this. he,” she pointed at the bartender, “says it’s a special and it’s the best thing i’ve drunk all night. a bit sweet but hey, maybe you’ll stop being a bitch.”

sloppy drunks weren’t people mia typically put up with. growing up rich with very little oversight, she knew how to party. had practically perfected the art. but if someone couldn’t keep their shit together? they definitely weren’t invited out for round two. mia wasn’t exactly one for second chances. from what she knew about amelia shepherd, there was very little doubt in her mind that the brunette’s evening was bound to end in anything short of a trainwreck. “hmm...” mia hummed with pursed lips as she, reluctantly, found herself next to amelia at the bar. this wasn’t the company she preferred, but she refused to be the sort of housewife that drank at home alone. she’d get drunk in a bar surrounded by strangers...like civilized people...pay her tab, and uber home. “what, did i steal this seat from your coke dealer?” without knowing exactly what she’d done to piss of amelia, mia couldn’t imagine that she would care all that much. mia looked calmly at the other woman, a simple and un-wavering expression on her face as she sat down. “why would i want to do that? besides, hasn’t seemed to work for you. you should switch to something stronger. might help your overall personality.” she ordered herself a gin and tonic, wondering if it would be fun to see how long she could go completely ignoring the other woman’s existence.  

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lostatseattle​:

arizona & jo → @aeipcthys

“wilson - aren’t you with me today?” arizona looked up from the chart she was about to hand over. “or… would you rather bury yourself in paperwork? why are you hiding over here?” she asked, leaning against the desk. “i’ve got an appointment this afternoon but karev has something scheduled this afternoon. you can scrub in on that.”

jo had stashed herself in a corner, call it subconscious or whatever. paperwork, the thing she despised, had somehow become her perfect excuse. her favorite hiding place. ever since things with alex had been left unresolved, jo had convinced herself that she could avoid her feelings and the whole situation if she tried hard enough. so what if they worked in the same hospital? “huh?” her head snapped up, surprised for a moment that she had been observed. “oh! doctor robbins. yes. i mean, no.” she sighed, straightening up a little. “yes i’m with you today. no, i’m not trying to bury myself in paperwork. i’m ready for anything you’ve got. seriously, hit me.” as soon as arizona spoke, jo could practically hear the wah wah sound effect playing overhead. mocking her. “oh.” she couldn’t turn down scrubbing in on a surgery. she was a resident. she would probably be declared insane. but there was another route she could go. “it’s just that...you are like, the peds surgeon of all peds surgeons, and i was really looking forward to learning from you, doctor robbins. especially as the strong, independent woman you are.” jo placed her hand over her heart, really sealing the deal. 

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seattlites​:

olivia’s eyes briefly rose at the knock and a smile curled up when she saw who it was. in the midst of budget approvals and finding new attendings to hire to make sure seattle grace mercy west continued to be on the top 5 of residency programs, getting a surprise visit form her girlfriend was the highlight of her day. “who, harper?” granted she only had one assistant. a very competent one who came in early and left way after hours. olivia wasn’t blind but she was very good at denial if it benefited her. “it’s impossible to hate you.” she smiled wider, putting the papers aside. “and she has explicit orders to let you in whenever. did she say something? i guess she can be a bit… protective.” that was one way to put it. “no babies to save?”

“i think harper might disprove that theory,” lucy chuckled, playfully rolling her eyes. she didn’t expressing too much urgency as she made the walk toward her girlfriend’s desk. there was a certain anticipation having her in the building, knowing that at most, she was always just a few floors away. it made the end of the day so much more enjoyable. “ooh, well as long as they’re explicit.” she raised her eyebrows suggestively as she rounded the corner of olivia’s desk. she let herself rest on the edge, now standing at the chief’s side. “it was more of a...look. like i stole the last brownie from the break room that she’d been thinking about all day.” at the end of the day, she couldn’t even blame the young assistant if she was jealous. “but i have to cut her some slack. i hear it’s not easy crushing on olivia hayes.” she leant down and pressed her lips softly to olivia’s. “you know, turns out i’ve actually saved them all.”

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brokenrollercoaster​:

Starter for @aeipcthys​ 

Leah was impatiently waiting outside of Laurel’s apartment. For whatever reason her friend would not come to door. She knew she was there though. Once she finally answered the door she rolled her eyes. “Took you long enough. What’s going on? What’s the deal?” She took a sip of her coffee looking at her friend once more. 

She needed thirty minutes...thirty minutes to herself. That was the entirety of Laurel’s goal. Take a shower, maybe deep condition her hair. That’s all. Working for Feyza was not a typical 9 to 5. Neither was stealing from her. Of course, though, Laurel’s dreams of peace were dashed mid-rinse. “Thirty minutes!!” The blonde whined as she aggressively turned the shower off, wrapping herself in a towel, her hair dripping down her back and onto the floor as she made her way to the door. Her expression was far from pleasant. “One shower. That’s all I asked.” She sighed, leaving the door open so Leah could walk through. “You could have at least brought me coffee. And a danish. I should never have given up pastries.” She went further back into her apartment to grab another small towel, bringing it up to ring out her hair. “If you’re here for an update, I don’t have much of one. It’s been a...slow week.” AKA a ‘harder find ways to skim subtly off the top’ kind of week. 

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sgmwesters​:

━━ ✦ ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE                             ft. margot moore @aeipcthys​​

lachlan’s hands moved with frustration as he attempted, once again, to tie his tie the way he wanted it to be. “you know they have me in three meetings at the hospital today? three. they don’t even check to see if i’m actually available, they just expect me to be there.” he said, as if he wasn’t a member of the board and involved with more decision making than most of the actual staff. “i’ll be home for dinner though. where do you want to go? you’re not busy are you?” 

margot was half listening, not in an intention to be rude, but because that was mostly how she listened to lachlan. sometimes, she wasn’t sure if he even noticed the absent-minded nodding of her head. the agreeable responses, such as ‘you’re so right, babe’ and ‘what would they do without you?’ “don’t they get who you are?” there was another one, thrown out as margot’s head was still turned down at the ipad in front of her. she only glanced up for a moment, but it was enough to see him struggling, something she couldn’t manage to watch for long without her eye starting to twitch. she hopped right up, holding out her hand to signal him to stop. “okay, whatever that tie did to you, it doesn’t deserve this.” she reached up, running her hands along the fabric until it was flat again, adjusting it now as it needed to be for her to properly tie it the way he wanted. “dinner...” she had to think about it for a moment...what time caleb was schedule to drive her today, and how many minutes that would add on to her schedule. she looked up at lachlan just as she was finishing the loop in his tie. it was these moments where the guilt felt palpable. for all that he was, lachlan wasn’t a bad guy. she had come to hate truly disappointing him. “y-yeah. yes! of course i’m free for dinner. you pick.” she tightened his tie once more with a small smile before turning away. then, reconsidering her words, she added the necessary stipulations. “ooh, just not that italian place that gives you one ravioli and calls it an entree...or the sushi place that makes you chase after what you want on that little conveyor belt.” 

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seattlites​:

working alongside your husband who you were at war with was not easy. keeping up the façade was ten times worse when talia wanted to strangle him but doing so while their new investment was quite literally sinking was overwhelming. once the door closed and they were left alone, talia didn’t care about appearances anymore. it had been a while since she had showed any vulnerability around her husband. these days it felt like it was another weapon he could use against her. she laid her head on the table and sighed rather than screaming. she wished she could scream right now. her moment of weakness didn’t last long. her eyes were already rolling out of her head the second patrick began talking. “are you feeling alright?” she asked as soon as she looked up to him. sometimes, if she ignored his voice and the urge to murder him, she could still see the man she had smitten with so long ago. “is your memory playing tricks on you? i can ask one of the shepherds to take a look at you. alzheimers is a serious disease.” she leaned against the chair and crossed her arms over her chest, tilted head judging him. “you keep talking as if you didn’t buy the hospital yourself. and asked me to leave new york.”

he glanced over at the moment her head laid on the desk, a chuckle escaping him. however, it was absent of joy. he was getting to her, even if just a little. he wanted to feel a sense of accomplishment in that, but internally, it seemed he wasn’t as tickled by her turmoil as he thought. “quite the opposite, actually.” patrick remarked, snapping back in to their argument without missing a beat. “saw my doc recently, turns out i’m in perfect health. beyond perfect, actually. they say i might live forever.” assuming that fed into some kind of worst-nightmare scenario for talia, he felt that was enough of a retort to her little digs. “yes, i bought it. me. as an investment, not as some pet-project for you to run away to and let sink into fucking puget sound.” he shook his head, hands on his hips as he let out a mocking breath. “and don’t act like i’m the reason you ended up here, sweetheart. i’m not as dense as you’d like to make me out to be.” 

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seattlites​:

“it’s alright.” he joked, putting both his hands behind his head. it was an extra step into sneaking around with your boss’ wife, sleeping in their bed. at least the car was his own. they could get caught at any moment and yet, caleb didn’t care much. as far as he knew, margot wasn’t that worried either. probably because by now they knew lachlan’s schedule to a tee. “kidding. you’re right, it’s quite nice.” accepting defeat wasn’t in his cards but if admitting she was right would get him anywhere, then he’d do it. he shifted on his side, elbow sticking on the pillow as he held his head to look up at margot. “you know what can be nice too?” the other hand slid up her leg under the sheets. “the jacuzzi.”

margot squinted at him out of the corner of her eye. “quite nice? quite nice is what you say to the great aunt who buys you a fugly lamp from pottery barn for christmas.” she turned onto her side, tugging the sheet around her a bit tighter. “this bed and i get a hell of a lot better than quite nice. that is, if you want to find yourself inside of either of us again.” she settled back into her pillow, a smirk still dancing on her lips. margot couldn’t help but laugh, stopping his hand with her own as he reached her thigh. “please, you’re used to car sex. i’m not sure you can handle me and six hydro massage jets. i guess you’ll have to keep dreaming.” 

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seattlites​:

ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE. ↪ for mia porter, @aeipcthys​

“honey, i’m home!” wyatt called out with a smile on his face when he walked in. he knew for a fact it was something that mia didn’t enjoy very much (being called honey or having to share her life with him?) but it was something that he wouldn’t ever get enough of. it was his special way of telling her he loved her. “i know i promised cooking you a fancy dinner but got hold up in surgeries back to back so,” he explained as he took out his coat and brought the bags of take out into the kitchen. he smiled when he saw her. “i brought the best thai to make up to you? and wine?”

mia had spent the day with one of her patients, a young adult woman who just loved to talk. if she wasn’t a patient, mia probably would’ve locked her in a supply closet to keep her away. but the more she talked, the less she thought about her impending surgery, and that was better than nothing. the young woman taught mia a lot, against her will, including what it meant to give someone the ‘ick.’ it wasn’t until she heard wyatt lovingly hollering at the door that mia fully grasped that one. 

she instinctively picked up the open bottle of wine at her side, pouring a bit more into her half empty glass. her feet were propped up on one of the chairs at their kitchen island as she glanced up from her book. she didn’t feel it was necessary to explain how little she held on to things like promises for home-cooked meals. he had probably mentioned it before, but it clearly wasn’t high enough on the list of priorities for mia to remember. “thai sounds great.” she took a sip from her glass, nodding her head in the direction of the bottle on the counter. “beat you to the wine, though. you’ll have to catch up.” she slowly slid off the chair, patting his arm as she passed by where he had settled with the bags. mia made a move for the plates, stacked away in the same cabinet they always were. a lot of things felt repetitive these days. monotonous. the same old. it’s why she no longer had the will to come up with a better question to ask then...“how was your day?” 

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JOLEX + MOMENTS — MERRY CHRISTMAS CLAIRE!!

over two years of loving jolex with you! i still remember the day you applied for alex (and i missed it) like it was yesterday. i’m so grateful that it is YOU i get to yell about this ship with. i hope you enjoy a review of some of the moments we love. you are a joy of a person to know, and i love writing with you!!! @mediiicals