#Derek Shepherd Drabble

[drmcdreary]

They get married three times. He finds it appropriate, thinks it makes up for all the times they broke up before they figured themselves out.

(ao3)

The first is a compromise in the residents' locker room. A contract drawn up on a blue sticky note, the two of them in scrubs and lab coats, the sounds of the hospital wafting in, a promise to love each other even when they hate each other, to care for when they're old, smelly, and senile. A promise to never walk away. For them both, this is their true marriage.

The second is a formality, a legal certification at city hall, an exchange of vows, to cherish and to love, in sickness and in health, for richer and for poorer. It's a step in the direction of family, permission to check the box on the adoption form that says they're married. He's in a suit, she's in a dress she picked out of her closet. They're joyful, jubilant.

The third is an overcast morning on a ferryboat, he's chattering about how much he loves ferryboats and she's trying not to think about his hand and the surgery and the possibility that he'll never operate again.

Zola's walking round and round them, babbling, as if she's inherited his love for mornings. He wanted to bring her out here, show her a ferryboat and the sea. He likes little things like this, loves to share these moments.

"Are you okay?" he asks, concerned at her silence and preoccupation, bringing her back to the present.

"Let's get married again," she says, "Here. Right now."

For a moment, he just stares. "Here?" he asks, and she can see concern in his eyes, worry, fear, an alarm blaring something is wrong, find out what's wrong.

She smiles, "I'm happy," she says, "And I wanna marry you again. And I want us to be happy. Whatever happens."

He likes the little things, loves to celebrate. He likes spontaneity and he understands both the strength and fragility of what they have.

There's a glint in his eyes when he says, "You know most people get down on one knee to propose."

"You didn't," she teases back and watches him go to find the ferryman.

When they're standing there, laughing, Seattle in the early morning fog in the distance, she reflects how lucky they are to have found eachother. She laughs, watches the ferryman try to decide if they're cracked in the head or not, listens to Derek trying to convince him to perform the ceremony.

"I'm not a Sea-captain," he says.

Derek's smile widens, he's infectious like that, like a child, "Today you are," he says.

Meredith picks Zola up, hair and scarf swept in the chilly wind, her hand cold in his as they're pronounced husband and wife again. Half a dozen half asleep passengers cheer when they kiss and they both wish for nothing but this, this all the time.

[cas-kingdom]

For drabble requests how about something for Greys Anatomy where while Derek is busy in surgery the reader comes in injured and Amelia is there to comfort her and make the medical decisions? It doesn’t have to be anything serious really, I’d just love some reader and Amelia bonding 🥰🥰🥰

The walk of shame along the corridors of Grey Sloan was not altogether unfamiliar to you. Many times had you trudged reluctantly along the polished floors of the surgical unit, clutching some injury or another, purposefully trying to avoid the eyes of anyone you knew--which, in such a unit, was pretty impossible.

Years ago, you would have been slightly less embarrassed. Kids always got into medical equipment, right? At least kids of surgeons who were constantly working. But now, it didn't seem quite right. You were a month away from Johns Hopkins, had aced all your exams and probably wouldn't have even needed the reference letters from half the surgical team, and here you were, head hung low in disgrace as you held your bleeding hand to your chest.

If it weren't for the fact you knew your dad would absolutely murder you if he found out you had hidden an injury from him again, you would have locked yourself away in a break room somewhere and attempted to patch yourself up best you could. Alas. Your father was Derek Shepherd. And after the broken nose you'd managed to keep from him for almost twenty-four hours a couple years ago, he'd all but held you hostage until you promised on his life you wouldn't do it again.

So, here you were. Reluctant as hell but somehow still not regretting the situation that had lead you to this moment.

"Hi, have you seen Dr. Shepherd around?" you asked a passing intern. When he made to walk over to the surgery board, finger already pointing at one row in particular, you visibly grimaced.

"Uh, no, the other one. Amelia Shepherd?" You had no intention of crying to your dad today. Your pride had been smashed to pieces enough.

The intern pointed down the hallway and you saw your aunt walking around a corner with another nurse. Pressing your lips in a thin line, you thanked the intern and followed after her. Your pace was fast enough not to lose her but slow enough that you had time to rehearse your lines before you were bombarded with judgment.

Amelia ducked into a radiology room and you steeled yourself before pushing the door open. "Amelia?"

"Y/N. Why are you holding your hand like that?"

You wouldn't have been surprised at the question, in fact you had fully expected it, if Amelia had turned around to actually see who had walked through the door. Your aunt could do powerful stuff, but mindreading was not on that list.

"I saw you earlier." Amelia turned, arms crossed, brows raised. "Well done, by the way. Meredith thought it would take you longer to find someone. I said it would take..." She glanced at her watch and shrugged. "Twenty minutes. Not bad."

Her supposed victory was short-lived when she looked up. Her eyes fell on your hand and her face dropped as she walked quickly over to you. "I'd rather you not drip blood on the floor," she said, an obvious tease behind her words, as she gently pulled you over to sit down.

You made a face, not having realised. "Oops."

"Oops is right, kiddo." Amelia knelt in front of the swivel chair and let you uncover your hand, humming under her breath when she noted the long, jagged line running down the side of your hand from the base of your wrist to the middle of your pinky finger. "How'd you manage this, huh? Don't tell me you found the electrical saw again."

You rolled your eyes. "I stabbed myself, actually," you said matter-of-factly.

"Ooh, that's a new one. With what?" When your reluctance finally kicked in, Amelia looked up. "With what, Y/N?"

Your hand began to throb and only then did you decide that answering your aunt's questions was probably the easiest way to getting relief. "A needle," you said. "I found a suture practice kit and, oh my God, Meelie, you know that's like giving me candy. I couldn't just leave it alone."

Amelia nodded along, gently probing at the red skin around your wound. "So you practiced sutures on fake skin and, what? Sewed yourself?"

"There was a noise outside and I jerked my hand," you deadpanned. Amelia glanced up, on the verge of laughter, and you looked away stiffly. "It hurts."

"Well, lesson learnt. For now," she added after as a second thought. There was a short silence after that was broken only by your hiss of pain when Amelia touched an exceptionally sensitive spot. Sucking a breath through her teeth, the surgeon sat back on her heels and looked up at you. "How were your sutures?" she asked. "Straight? Neat?"

You lit up, Derek's smug smile curving your lips not a second later. "Straightest and neatest you'll ever see."

"That's my girl." Amelia squeezed your knee before standing to her feet and taking out her phone. "Now, what do we tell your dad when he sees you later with stitches in your hand?"

You couldn't have groaned louder. If the chair didn't have a straight back, you would have fallen backwards with the force of it. When you righted yourself, a fierce look of indignation on your face, Amelia wasn't even attempting to hide her amusement.

"I need stitches?"

"Yup. Aaand, lucky for you, I think Derek should be out of surgery by now." Chipper as ever in the face of her niece's almost tangible disgust, she held open the door and nodded in its direction. "Come on, kiddo. He'll be glad to do a little needlework. Bring him back to basics."

You rolled your eyes once more as you got up, cradling your hand to your chest. "Like brother, like sister," you grumbled as you passed your aunt.

"What was that?"

"I said: like brother, like sister, you sadist."

Amelia snorted.

Grey's Masterpost

[storiesofsvu]

WIP Ask Game

RULES: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

thanks for the tag @thenightmaredrowns here we go...at least all my wips are in a singular folder this time LOL

Amanda Preg fluff

Amanda-love of life move on w someone else

Borin fluff drabble

Bryan teasing wip

Carisi-kid angst

Casey- hurt comfort

Club sandwich WIP

CM ladies-bi h/c

Derek Morgan soft smut squirting WIP

DiNozzo comfort smut

Dom Drop WIP (blake?)

Dom!casey baseball smut

Emily h/c wip

Emily secret marriage

Emily smut

Holiday cards-heather

Olivia- fwb- angst

Poly!Barhoun at a sex club

Poly! Barhoun pegging

Public Emily smut

Rita 2nd chair smut

Sledding-Grace-Bingo

Sonny sexy fluffy wip-oral Bingo

Sonya masturbation-bingo

Sub!Rita wip

Super fluffy first kiss w Addison wip

Tara fluff home for holidays

Tara smut wip

Velasco- cabin for Bingo

Now.. that's just the one shots. LOL. here's the series

Alex Blake (redacted) outline-post ethan h/major comfort

Barba & the cam girl

Barth post divorce x rita's paralegal

Heather x yn w a super toxic ex

Heather & the stripper

Heather's plaything-> poly/open marriage

Hotch x the babysitter

Mob Boss!Rita Calhoun AU

Poly!Heather x Jackie x reader political thriller

Amelia Shepherd x derek's ex series

Rita Secret kid potential?

Side of Softness

Svu Criminal Minds crossover

Unexperienced Hotch x reader series

Vampire!Rita Calhoun AU

Bestie Barhoun harvard AU ft Barisi, Barhoun, Rollhoun

There's no way I'm tagging 45 people, but I'll tag some friends and hopefully them and the rest of y'all will be intrigued and send in some asks!

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[beachy--head]

umprompted japril drabble (takes place in season 19, nothing really spoilery)

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It's late at night when they find themselves in bed (but not doing the things they usually do and are very good at when they're in bed). He's reading a medical article, slightly tilting his iPad to the left so April doesn't see what's on the screen (they have a strict 'no work in the bedroom' policy, so he's technically not supposed to read about the latest advances in skin-grafting procedures at 11 p.m.), and April is preparing for bed, sitting on the mattress, putting lotion on her hands and then rubbing them together. And again. And again. And again.

"You're okay there?"

"Mmmh? Yeah, I was just thinking."

"About what?"

"What you told me about Meredith coming here to work on Alzheimer's for Zola, wanting to cure it."

She finally gets in bed, her cold feet immediately moving to cover his warm ones, and he has no plan to ever admit it out loud, but he kind of missed this when they were apart.

"Just got me thinking, that's all."

He knows her. That's definitely not all. So he puts the iPad down, scoots over her to rest his head on the same pillow.

"It's just so... intangible. The disease. I can't wrap my head around it. Can you imagine, not remembering me? Not remembering Hattie, or Samuel?"

He knows the disease takes no prisoners, doesn't care about intellect, stubbornness or feelings. He knows you can try with all your might to fight against it, but that it's currently, despite Meredith Grey's (and, once upon a time, Derek Shepherd's) best efforts, a losing battle, no matter how many memories you cherish or how fiercely you love someone.

And yet, even at 80, even with his mind a grey fog, he can't imagine ever forgetting a red notebook, orange scrubs that turned to blue, a hotel room in San Francisco or a drive to Lake Tahoe. Mossy green eyes, a dimple and a laugh that always warms him up. A sonogram then a coffin, the weight of his newborn daughter in his arms, her smile during her first dance recital. Everything is burned into his mind, and she's right: it's incongruous to imagine that just a few defective neuronal connections could take it all away.

"I can't imagine it, no."

If I can't remember anything, I'll remember you, is what he wants to say. But he's not going to insult her intelligence by telling her what she wants to hear, because she deserves more than a promise he may not be able to keep.

He watches her as she studies him, as if she wants to commit to memory the entirety of his face, lines, freckles and creases, before it's too late. Words can't convey what he wants her to know, so he lets his fingers trace the shape of her cheek. You're everything. The bow of her lips. You'll always be more than just a sum of memories. The space between her eyebrows. How can you forget someone that is a part of you?  He moves even closer to her, his hand continuing its journey and finally finding a home on the small of her back.

He may not be able to kiss the fear away from her face, from her mind, but he can very damn well try.

[etherrealsx]

hello grey's tumblr!

sheesh, this feels weird writing a tumblr post in 2023. but hey, new blog, new me!

my name is jupiter and i've started this account mostly to shitpost, publish drabbles and headcannons, and promote my fics and edits.

hopefully i'll be publishing a lot soon! shameless self promo: both my wattpad and AO3 are @jupiterrwrites {i tend to publish longer stories on wattpad and one shots on AO3, just for convenience purposes}

I will write for: ~ addison montgomery x reader ~ amelia shepherd x reader ~ addison montgomery x meredith grey ~ addison montgomery x derek shepherd ~ addison montgomery x meredith grey x derek shepherd { x mark sloan} ~ pretty much every single greys or pp ship / character {bar a few}

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[luna-jaden-shadow]

A Bit Of Luck

Request - Hi.. if you’re still taking requests, could I ask for a Derek shepherd x Sloan!reader where she’s on the plane with them, and gets paralyzed, and they try some really experimental surgery to get her to walk again? And it’s about her recovery and angst and fluff? Maybe mark lives in this version? Thanks so much Xx

Angst & Fluff

Warning - Season 8/9 spoilers!, Panic Attacks, Character Death, Blood, Gore,

Pairing - Derek Shepherd X Sloan!Reader 

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There’s this moment when you think you’re going to die, when your body is so certain that this is the end of you. If you ask anyone they’ll tell you that your whole life flashes in front of you. You didn’t see flashes when the unthinkable happened. You didn’t see your first fight with your brother, how you tried so hard to fit in with him and the guy you fell in love with. You didn’t even see your first kiss.

You saw your first OR in Seattle when it happened. Dr. Webber’s words were in your head, the first time you’d been in that hospital since you moved there. When you opened your eyes the first time what you thought were the bright lights of the OR, shining down on a patient was actually the sun, coming through the trees and smoke. 

What you wanted to hear was music, the soft selection of your playlist that you always had on when you operated. Instead, it was ringing. What had happened? You couldn’t recall, last you remembered was being sat on a plane beside Derek. It didn’t lick right away that it was real, maybe you fell asleep on the plane and this was a dream? Some twisted nightmare. 

When you turned your head, despite everything telling you not to you could see Mark. He as just starting to come to. Past the ringing you could hear Arizona’s screams, Meredith was a few feet away from you, whether she was awake or not couldn’t tell. Cristina was up, trying to get Meredith up, so many things were running through your head once the ringing died away. 

You knew a few things right off the bat, your back hurt, your right side hurt, you couldn’t for the life of you, move your legs. “Mark.” It came out as a whisper, your voice not seeming to want to work at all. “Mark?” Your voice came out louder that time as he gets to his feet. “Mark?” His eyes lock with yours and he was at your side and you could hear the thunder in the distance. 

His eyes scan over you, the doctor in him was coming out but the brother side was winning. “Y/n, hey.” He’s too scared to touch you and it shows. “You’re gonna be okay, okay? What hurt?” He gently cups your face as you cry. 

A sob passes your lips, as you look at your brother. He was alive and that’s what stuck to you. “My, my side, my back.” You close your eyes for a moment, your lip trembles. “Mark I can’t feel my legs.” This passes over him that you’d never seen on him, maybe once when you fell off your bike for the first time. 

He shakes his head, pressing a kiss to your head. “Uh it’s gonna be okay, we’re gonna. Get your spine stabilized okay? I got you, okay? I got you.” He disappears from your sight and you look at Meredith and Cristina and your eyes narrow through the tears. 

You groan when Meredith helps Mark slide the large board of wood under you. “Derek? Where’s. . .where’s Derek?” You let out a shaky breath as they tape you down to the board, head and all to keep you straight. “Mark?” He grabs your hand. “I’m scared.” Mark nods, another kiss to your head. 

“I know Y/n, I know. But we’re gonna be okay you know? We’re gonna go and find Lexie and Derek and you’re gonna stay right here and keep talking to Arizona for me okay? You two stay awake. Can you do that for me?” You can see him tear up and you almost nod. 

You give him a small smile. “Yeah, yeah I can do that.” Mark takes another moment before smiling and heading off with Meredith and Christina. You can’t remember most of the rest of the time before nightfall. You remember Derek coming back with them, dragging Mark on a tarp. Lexie was dead from what they told you. Nightfall brought forth the cold. You didn’t think you’d be so cold even with the fire lit. They laid Mark beside you, put a cover over the two of you so you wouldn’t freeze. Derek wouldn’t leave your side.

“Mark.” He hums beside you, probably looking as pale as you. “When we get back to Seattle. Remind me to kick Hunt's butt. Sorry, Cristina.” Mark lets out a strained laugh and you smile.

Mark holds your hand under the cover. “When we get back.” He starts, his voice is weak. “We’re gonna get you fixed right up. You’re gonna sit in with me on surgery and everything. . .everything’s gonna be okay.”

The next thing you remember after that was suddenly being in a hospital room. These people, these doctors you didn’t know they were there looking you over. You were laying on a bed, and they were saying things you couldn’t make out. Maybe it was shock, everything changed everything went from dying in the woods to these people, these doctors you didn’t know. Where were your people?!

You remember freaking out in that room as they tried to tell you to stay still. You had to get out, you had to find Mark and Derek. Then the people you knew, they were there. Bailey and Webber, they were there for you, for your people who were elsewhere. You were as calm as you could be. They sedated all of you, putting you on a plane after your second freak out, they said it was a panic attack both times.

Seattle Grace hasn’t felt so dark since the shooting that nearly killed Derek and Alex. People came in and out a lot as the days went by. They were in there a lot, Alex and the group, minus Cristina. One day Mark walks in, smiling, Sophia’s with him, making you smile just cause she’s there. 

You reach out for the toddler as Mark walks closer. “Hey, there princess.” You almost cry, this being the first time since the crash that you’ve seen her. You take her from Mark, tearing up as she sits on your lap, that’s what it kicks in again, you can’t feel her weight on your lap. “How are you?” Your voice cracks and she knows its time to be a certain way as she did this thing where she makes baby noises, holding your finger in her hands. 

You lean your head forward, resting your forehead on hers. Mark sets his hand on your shoulder. “We’re gonna take you home today.” You look over at Mark, who smiled softly at you. “Derek’s not done till late so Sophia and I are gonna keep you company and maybe order some take out?” You smile, laughing a little bit as you nod. 

“I’d like that. Thank you, Mark.” He kisses your head, saying he’s gonna sign you out and leaves you with Sophia in the room. “What do you think about that huh? Wanna come spend the day with me and Markie?” She smiles, babbling at you. Going home was probably the best thing you’d heard since before the crash. 

It didn’t take long for Derek to change the house for you, he was willing to do anything for you. “Let me pitch you something,” Derek says one day, getting into his clothes for work. You sit on the bed, reading before looking up at him. “It’s gonna sound crazy.” He starts and you smile.

“I love crazy.” He laughs, nodding as he walks over, sitting on the bed in front of you.

He’s nervous, running his hand through his hair. “I’ve been reading, and thinking, and some more reading.” He chuckles, shaking his head again. “I think I can do it.”

You tilt your head, setting your book aside. “Do what?”

He gives this toothy smile, the one he gets when he’s excited about an idea, every part of him is ecstatic. “Make you walk.”

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“You got this.” Mark holds your hands just as tight as you hold his. “You can do this.” You grunt, moving so that you're holding each other's arms. Slowly, you rise from the bed, unsteady and with a month of preparation behind you, you step. You smile, gasping in surprise. “Holy shit.” You start to cry, smiling up at Mark. “Mark!”

“Easy Y/n.” Your shocked, wishing nothing more than to keep ongoing. 

“One more step.” You insist, looking him in the eye. “Come on Mark, please?” 

With a sigh, he lets you take another step, which leads to the two of you on the ground. The joy of walking again was gone, reduced to your feeling of failure. Maybe you weren’t meant to walk again. Maybe it was just a pipe dream. “That was good.” Mark insists. You stare at your legs, glaring at the limbs. “We’ll try again in a day or so, work towards it. You can do this. And when you do, you can kick Owen’s butt.”

[wonderswritings]

How to Save a Life...Or Love Extra

Summary: It was supposed to be a routine mission, so how did everything go so wrong so fast? The heroes are broken, along with the entire world. One mishap, and everything goes to hell.  With a race against time, the doctors are forced to work quickly and do their best before they lose a world renowned Avenger, and an American hero. It’s a race against the clock, for both life, and for a blossoming love. It’s unfair, when one of the heroes takes a fall that wasn’t even supposed to happen in the first place. Y/N is forced with a difficult choice, accept what her heart is telling her, or do what she has always done her entire life. Warnings: Slight NSFW Pairings: Derek Shepherd x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader AN: This is set way after parts one and two cause I’m hoping this’ll help me continue to write this series since I've received a lot of dms and asks about whether or not I’m going to ever update this series.

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Derek smiled as he walked into the house, leaning against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his chest. Y/N was laying on the couch, throwing a small purple orb between her hands.

“Hey.”

Y/N jumped, the orb disappearing as she turned, facing Derek.

“Hey.”

Derek pushed off the doorframe, walking towards Y/N and sitting on the couch when she sat up, pulling her back down so her head was on his lap, running his fingers through her hair.

“How’s your day been?”

Y/N huffed, looking up at Derek.

“Boring. Lame.”

Derek laughed, smiling down at her.

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“What’ve you done today?”

“I’ve laid here, all day.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

She made a face, huffing.

“Well Fury stopped by.”

“Did he?”

She nodded, grabbing his right hand and placing it on her stomach, playing with his fingers.

“Yeah.” “What’d he want?” She glared, looking up at the ceiling.

“He told me to get off my ass. He wants me to come back, to New York.” Derek sighed, looking down at her.

“And, are you?”

She huffed, shaking her head.

“No. I told him to fuck off and placed him back in his car.”

“You placed him in his car?”

She grinned, wiggling her fingers, purple wisps moving between them. Derek laughed, nodding. Y/N sighed, her face scrunching causing Derek to sigh softly, reaching up and running his thumb over her forehead, between her eyebrows causing her to look up at him, making a face.

“When you’re mad, you get a line, right here.”

Derek ran his thumb over the spot as Y/N gasped, shaking her head.

“I do not!”

Derek laughed, nodding.

“Yes you do.”

Y/N sat up, kneeling beside Derek.

“I do not!”

Derek laughed, leaning forward.

“Yes you do.”

“No I don’t!”

Derek grinned, slightly pushing Y/N back, hovering over her, nodding.

“You do. It’s also there when you laugh but not as prominent.”

Y/N laughed, shaking her head.

“I don’t!”

Derek grinned, leaning down, nodding.

“You do.”

“No I-”

Derek leaned down, pressing his lips to hers causing her to sigh, her eyes closing as she ran her hands down his back and under his shirt.

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“I’m glad you’re staying.”

Y/N laughed as she landed on her back, the sheet moving with her.

“Oh my god. We just- and you just- oh my god!”

Derek laughed, running a hand through his hair as he turned towards Y/N, leaning on his arm.

“I’m glad I can amuse you.”

“We just had sex and you-”

Derek leaned down, their noses touching as he grinned.

“I know what I said, I stand by it too.”

Y/N sighed, her eyes cutting down to his lips before she looked back up to his eyes.

“Yeah, me too.”

Derek laughed, burying his head in her neck as he shook his head.

“Me too?”

Y/N squinted her eyes, wrapping her leg around his waist, flipping them over, straddling his hips. He smiled, placing his hands on her hips as she ran her hands along his chest.

“Who’s talking crap now?”

“Not me.”

He looked her over, biting his lip.

“Definitely not me.

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[neoheros]

if kuroo tetsuro is anything, he is a morning person.

he loves the mornings. he loves it so much. he loves welcoming the day with a fresh shower, a hot cup of coffee, and a thirty minute jog around the block of his apartment.

he loves how awake it makes him — how it’s just the perfect start to anything he’s looking forward to.

he loves the sun, the refreshing sweat, the morning birds, and of course, more than anything else — he loves you.

"i hate you." you groan, the pillow in your hands suddenly thrown all the way to where kuroo stands in the middle of the kitchen, and he knows that this is your own way of saying ‘good morning.’

there’s a yawn falling from your lips, a scowl on your face as you plop your head down on the kitchen counter.

"i hate you." you repeat, glaring at kuroo, "and your stupid school."

it’s five in the morning, hours before the two of you usually wake up to get ready for school, hours before the usual train comes, and hours before you can actually start to process things.

and you absolutely hate it.

because, your husband may be a morning person — but you, most definitely, are not.

"hmm." kuroo hums, watching you as he leans on the kitchen sink, the pillow you’ve thrown at him the second you entered the room still lonely on the floor.

he smiles, the way he usually does when he sees you like this, "i made you some coffee."

and he pushes himself off the sink, walking over to you and your scowling expression as he hands you your favorite green mug.

you narrow your eyes, looking up at him anyways as he hands you the cup of coffee.

"i hate you less." you take the mug from him, careful to not let it spill, "but i still hate your school."

and he smiles, nodding in agreement, kissing you on the head as his own form of “good morning” to you.

"it's too early." you lift your head up, letting it sit on one of your hands as you frown, "no one is awake this early."

"we're awake." kuroo tells you, smiling as he looks down on your expressive face.

and you scoff, "not by choice."

it’s too early for you.

you’re not even supposed to be up and awake for another few hours, the only reason that you are — and trust that this is the only reason you’ll accept — is because kuroo is hosting a presentation for his school later this morning.

and as much as you are proud of him for having been given that opportunity — you did hate the fact that that meant you’d have to wake up before dawn to see it.

kuroo sits on the seat next to you, watching you as you lay your head down on the counter table, sleep still so evident in the way you look back at him.

"you know, you do have a choice though." he says, the smile on his face still as sweet as it usually is.

he brings his hand to your back, "this is my school thing, you don't have to come with me if you don't want to."

it is way too early for you, but no way in hell does that mean you’re missing this event.

"i already told you, i'm not missing your super special presentation." you lift yourself up from the table, your shoulders falling slightly as you sigh. "even if it does start at the witching hour."

kuroo smiles, though really, he hasn’t stopped smiling all morning.

his eyes crinkle, "you know, the witching hour ended three hours ago."

and you narrow your eyes, for the first time all morning, you’re finally looking back at him clearly — and you glare.

did he really just correct you when you woke up this early for him?

kuroo laughs - nervously - and he takes a long sip from his own mug of coffee, "i made a mistake saying that, huh?"

"yes." you blink.

and he holds back another grin, "sorry - i love you."

you have a way better look of kuroo now, and just as expected, he’s all ready and prepared to leave.

his clothes are clean and proper, the appropriate attire to wear when you’re giving a presentation in a school of so many people, his tie only slightly crooked, but you figure that the gel in his hair could take a bit of the attention away from it.

he’s already done so much this morning and you’ve just woken up.

you almost hate how eager he is to get out of bed without you.

you tilt you head, "is that the tie you're gonna wear?"

and he looks at you, perking up slightly, "you don't like it?"

you take a closer look at it, dropping your focus from it for a second to take a sip from your untouched mug.

"ask me again when i finish this cup of coffee." you mutter, rubbing your eyes to get rid of the finality of sleep lingering.

and kuroo laughs, "are you sure you don't wanna go back to sleep?"

you shake your head.

"you look really really tired." he continues, propping his head up with his right palm so he can intently watch you as you try to get yourself together on the kitchen counter.

your eyebrows furrow, a scoff falling from your lips as you put the mug down.

( you know you look tired, it’s six in the freaking morning, but that doesn’t mean he can know you look tired. )

kuroo blinks, "i said the wrong thing again, didn’t i?"

and you nod, begrudgingly so, "yes."

"i’m sorry." kuroo laughs, inching closer to you slightly so he can give you a kiss on the side of your head - and this counts as his apology.

he shakes his head, "i think i'm nervous."

( he’s presenting a morning ceremony in front of over 200 people in uni — if he wasn’t nervous, then you’d be concerned. )

"don't be, you'll be great." you smile, the remnants of a yawn slurring your voice slightly as you do.

sitting up, you look at kuroo, "besides there's only one other guy presenting this morning and his name is so weird, it's like, tetsuro, or something — you’re so gonna beat him."

and kuroo laughs, because you always know what to say to make him laugh.

"he does sound weird." he nods, watching you intently as you take another sip from your mug.

"have you met him?" he asks you, the crinkle in his eyes matching the way he smiles perfectly.

and you say, "unfortunately." which gets him wanting to give you a whole new smile all over again.

kuroo moves his seat closer to yours, his head slightly falling to meet your own, and he laughs when he asks, "is he nice?"

and you push him away, rolling your eyes at his nonsense, but you don’t deny the way your shoulders rise as you try to resist the laugh coming up your throat.

"well, he's my husband," you wave him off, "so i have to say he's nice."

kuroo really does love waking up early in the morning. it makes him feel a weird sense of accomplishment every time he does so.

but his favorite part — and probably the only reason he keeps doing it even when he just wants to stay in bed — is because he loves waking up next to you.

he loves to wake up and see you still asleep next to him.

he loves getting all his morning chores out of the way as quick as he can, so when you finally wake up with him, all that’s left for him to do is spend his morning with you.

kuroo’s eyes crinkle, and he leans in forward to give you a kiss.

"thank you for waking up so early to watch me give a presentation at the witching hour." he laughs, pulling away from your lips as quickly as he’s met them.

and you tilt your head, "you said i was wrong about that."

"no," kuroo shakes his head, and he kisses you again, just as quick as the last one, "i don't think you can ever be wrong."

and he kisses you again, just to pull away, just to kiss you again.

small, short, quick intervals in between each kiss, almost making it out as a peck, but every time he pulls back, he looks at you — stars in his eyes — and he can taste the coffee in your lips.

"okay, okay, get off now." you laugh, pushing him away lightly, "you're gonna be late."

and kuroo kisses you, one final time, but this time he lets it stick — kissing you deeply and slowly — and the only thing stopping it is how he literally cannot stop smiling against your lips.

he pulls away, "what time will you be there?"

and you smile, "early."

kuroo nods, and he doesn’t want to, but he stands up from his seat, straightening out his clothes, and this is his cue to leave.

"thank you." he tells you again.

and you say, with a smile that easily matched his, "you said that already."

"okay, well, i'm gonna go." his shoulders fall, but you see the way excitement shines through his eyes anyways.

and he tells you, "no more than two cups of coffee, okay? — no matter how tired you are."

you take a sip from your cup, choosing to ignore this specific sentence from him.

so kuroo rolls his eyes, his expression playful as he shakes his head, and he looks back down to you, "love you."

and for the last time this morning, he disregards his watch completely, and kisses you one final time.

because if kuroo tetsuro is anything — he is a morning person, and he is in love with you.

[sissytobitch10seconds]

Silver Lining

Fandom: Grey's Anatomy Summary: Meredith never miscarried during the shooting, but she's still not sure how to tell Derek now that he's been through so much. Warnings: Pregnancy, mentions of shooting/gun violence, and morning sickness Word Count: 1,162 Ship(s): Meredith Grey/Derek Shepherd

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It felt like they had been waiting for Derek to wake up forever. Meredith may have just been shaky because she was involved in something terrifying and dramatic, but she knew that a portion of it was because she was a doctor, so she knew everything that could go wrong and all of the risks as time progressed. She knew absolutely every tiny little thing that could go wrong and cause her to lose her husband.

She was glued to the chair next to Derek's bedside while holding the hand that wasn't hooked to the monitors and IVs. Her eyes would flicker from her husband's sleeping face and then up to his vitals to make sure that nothing had changed. A couple of people drifted in and out of the ICU room to check on her, though Cristina was an absolute disaster so Owen was doing most of the checking for his girlfriend. Bailey and Richard also poked their heads in a couple of times to check on her, but Mark came for Derek. A couple of doctors and nurses flitted in and out of the room as well, but there were people who were still crashing so they were mostly left alone since Derek was at the moment stable.

"You better never put me in that kind of a situation again, alright Derek?" Meredith murmured to him. She lifted up his hand and then pressed a kiss to it before she let it drop again. She folded her arms on the side of the bed and then placed her head down on top of them. She stared out at the vitals near his headboard as she began to slowly fall asleep. Her eyes fluttered shut before she was completely out.

When she woke up, it was because the nausea was gripping her form like it did every day for weeks. She glanced towards the clock on the wall and then groaned a little bit as she realized what was happening. Meredith quickly stood up and rushed to the bathroom that was attached to her husband's room. She bent over the sink in just enough time to spew her guts up.

The door slid open as the doctor that had taken over Derek's care walked in. He glanced towards the bathroom where she was standing, finishing the bout of morning sickness. She glanced towards him as she took a couple of pieces of toilet paper to wipe her mouth off completely. "Well? How're his labs?" she asked.

"Dr. Grey," he sighed, rubbing the side of his head. "I know that you're very concerned for your husband and that you've been through a lot but you can't be in here if you're sick. Dr. Shepherd has a massive chest injury, he can't afford to get sick while his heart heals."

She rolled her eyes and pushed past him into the room where his husband's bed was. She made a dart for the chart but the doctor intercepted her. "Dr. Grey, I'm going to have to ask you to leave. You're obviously sick."

"It will be fine. If I was actually sick do you think that I would be here with him? I'm a surgeon as well, if you remember," she snapped at him.

"I know that you're a surgeon, you've made that very well known to my staff. I just think that you're in a form of shock and not thinking as well as you could be. You can't be in here because you're sick. You could give your husband something that could completely ruin his recovery and even kill him," the doctor said, turning her towards the door. 

She whirled around so that she was facing him but unable to see her husband's bed or vitals anymore. Meredith stuck an accusatory finger out at him. "You're not going to drive me out of this room because he can't catch what's making me sick!"

"How do you know that?" the doctor asked, placing his hands on his hips as he tried to intimidate the blond.

"Because pregnancy isn't contagious!" she threw her arms up in the air in exasperation. 

The doctor opened his mouth again, but he wasn't able to argue with her anymore as the patient they were arguing about spoke. "We're going to be parents?"

Meredith felt her heart flutter excitedly in her chest as she moved past the doctor that had been trying to block her from her husband and then rushed over to him. She grasped his hand with one of her own and then cupped his cheek with her other. "How are you feeling?"

"How are you feeling?" he asked, blinking at her blearily. He freed his hand from hers and then pressed it to her stomach. 

"Derek," she whispered, biting her lip to try and stop the sob from breaking past her lips. She turned her head to the side and blinked a few times. "We can talk more after they check you out and make sure that you're stable okay? You've been through a lot these past couple days."

He rubbed his thumb over her stomach for just a moment before he let her move away from him. The doctor took the place where she had been as he performed a quick exam to make sure that his patient was okay. He drew a little bit more blood and then said that he was going to order a couple of films now that Derek felt more stable before he left the married couple alone.

Meredith slowly sat back down on the edge of his bed. She refused to look up and meet her partner's eyes since she wasn't sure how he was going to feel about the pregnancy. She twisted her hands in her lap for just a moment before her husband's and was on top of them. "Mer?"

She glanced up at him, finally allowing him to see how nervous she was. "Hey, Mer," he beamed at his wife. "Are we really going to be parents?"

"I took a test a couple of days ago. I was thinking of a way to tell you when the whole shooting and lockdown happened," she let a small smile grace her features when she saw just how happy he was. "I know that this may not be the best time for this to have happened since we weren't trying and we've only been married for a little bit, but I know that we both wanted kids so I hope that you're going to be okay with it."

"Mer," he laughed. He leaned forward as much as he could, but she was able to tell what he was doing and so leaned forward the rest of the way so that their lips connected in an adoring kiss. "I'm so happy that we're going to be parents. I can't wait to have a kid with you."

She giggled and then kissed him again. "Me neither. We're going to be parents!"

[lcstpaths]

derek shepherd   ,   canon

[sour-coconut]

🌸WHY HELLO THERE 🌸 my name is Jessica and I would like to request a ship for all three ! I'm 5"3", I'm very outgoing, my favorite color is yellow, my hobbies include taking pictures, baking bread, and drawing. I listen to all types of music except for modern day rap and country. I do have a septum ring. Thank you so much and I hope you have a wonderful rest of your day 🦄

HI! Sorry it took a while. I ship you with…

Derek Shepherd (because I feel lke Derek is definitely extroverted and moody at the same time :D)

Sonny Carisi (for obvious reasons)

Alex Gaskarth from All Time Low (I don’t know your bandom but oh my goodness it’s a match made in heaven)

Drabble(s): 

Derek Shepherd: You looked down at the sketchbook in your hands as you pencil moved across it quickly. You glanced up at the large hospital building and the scenery around it a few times before continuing to draw it. It might seem kind of strange but the hospital was your sanctuary. Especially this hospital. 

“Is this seat taken?” You heard someone ask. You looked up as the dark haired man, smirking down at you. 

“No, no. Go ahead and sit.” You smiled, turning your attention back to the building. The mysterious person continued to look at you. “I’m Y/N.” You held your hand out. 

“Derek.” He introduced, not-so subtly glancing at your paper. You laughed and offered the sketchbook to him to look at. “This is good. Could I interest you in an inside tour?” He handed you back your sketchbook and stood up, offering you his hand. You took the offer and allowed Derek Shepherd to ead you inside the hospital. 

Sonny Carisi: Meeting your boyfriend’s family was something that you really didn’t want to do. While you were friendly to almost everyone you came in contact with, you still got nervous. Taking the fresh loaf of bread out of the oven, you set it with the other 4 loaves sitting on the counter. 

“How many loaves did you bake?” Sonny came into the kitchen, eyes widening in shock. You shrugged, starting on another. Sonny wrapped his arms around your waist, practically forcing you away from the kitchen counter. 

“There’s 4 here.” You pointed to the loaves that were finished. “And enough dough for 6 more.” Sonny laughed from behind, resting his chin on your forehead. 

“They’ll love you, I promise.” He said, leaving you to finish baking your bread. 

Alex Gaskarth: You were a photographer for Alternative Press. It’s what you loved to do. When you were told to go with your friend to do a photoshoot for the magazine. 

“Y/L/N, are you ready?” Your friend asked as the two of you walked into the room. You nodded and grasped the camera that was around your neck. When you entered, the entire All Time Low band was there and ready for you. 

“Hey, I’m Y/N, the photographer.” You introduced yourself first. No one said anything until the lead singer approached you. 

“Nice to meet you Y/N. I’m Alex and we’re all going to have a wonderful time together.” He smiled, making you chuckle before everyone took their position. You took pictures of the band, some separate and some together. When you finally finished, you heard another voice call you back. 

“Y/N, Alex wants to ask you on a date.” The lead guitarist, Jack, tried to embarrass his friend. You laughed and winked at Alex. 

“I’ll give you my number.” You smirked before leaving. 

So I tried to incorporate all of your hobbies. Also, I actually want a septum piercing. I think it would be so cool. Have a great day as well!

[makaylajadewrites]

Salvation

this is a terrible drabble inspired by a not so sfw conversation I had with @tobias-hankel in our lovely groupchat. I hope you enjoy what little it has to offer.

Rating: M

Pairing: Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid

Tags: Religious Imagery & Symbolism, Vague Descriptions of Sex, Bad Poetic Prose, Probably Blasphemy and/or Sacrilege

Summary: As Spencer accepted the gift that was his holy communion, the dark hand of his God raked through his curls, blessing him with silent, unspoken salvation. How could he ever want for more, when Derek was all he ever needed?

Read on AO3 here

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Salvation.

Spencer had never been a religious man. Growing up, religion was taught as a historical perspective rather than a way of life. He was taught the Bible, informed heavily of Christianity, simply because it was the most practiced religion in America, but it had not become a forced belief system as it had for many other young children. Spencer was raised in an exploratory fashion; his father never had much of a care for religion and his mother had taught him the definition of agnosticism when he was only four.

As he grew, consuming knowledge from the expanding universe around him, he began to identify with that very term. He could express the most difficult equations of Collatz Conjecture and explain the chemical reactions involving the transfer of electric charge across the electrified interface between electronic and ionic conductors in electrochemistry. But one thing that could never be understood on the plane of human reason was the existence nor nonexistence of a God or higher entity. Despite all that a man as brilliant as Spencer knew, one thing he could never hope to grasp was the concept of faith.

Faith was subjective. It simply could not exist without an individual’s decision to make it be, meaning that religion itself was based on the very philosophy of believing in the unknown, particularly that which could never be known. And as many times as Spencer pondered the often introspective nature of religion, he found that there was no resonance within him for a belief system that was built upon the sense of the hopelessness of human beings. How diminishing it was, to fear the possibility of inadequacy.

His work brought him into the depths of the darkest parts of humanity. He had seen the works of evil, the Christian ideal of Satan in the flesh, but never once did he attribute it to religious misguidings. Mental instability was the true enemy, but on more than one occasion he heard others place the blame on a lack of faith. But with or without faith, in clearheadedness or insanity, all people contained evil inside of them.

Except for one.

Derek Morgan was a force to be reckoned with. His eyes held tumultuous storms of long harvested trauma, but the weight of his smile could bring a man to his knees. Spencer felt reverence towards the man ever since they first met, and ultimately, he was blinded by it. But he knew that Derek’s lingering gaze meant more than just an act of friendliness, because no man could face another and shower him with compliments of his beauty without feeling the slightest sense of desire.

They fell into place eventually. To Spencer, it seemed to be a miracle that Derek had become his. Science could not prove the very bindings of their beings, and for the very first time, Spencer placed his faith in the unseen. His devotion for Derek became a leading part of his life, but unlike the disparaging tones of god-centered faiths, he felt immaculate.

As their lips joined in holy matrimony, their hands slid together as two pieces of matched creation, and Spencer moaned a hymn deep in his throat. Blasphemy ran through his veins, but the sheer grace that fell upon him in times like these kept his doubts in the darkest recesses of his mind. How could he ever think that Derek didn’t love him? No matter if he turned away, like a shepherd guides his sheep, Derek would bring him back to the welcoming embrace of his loving arms.

Spencer smiled at Derek, sliding down to his knees on the floor in front of him. He knelt before him, and if he didn’t believe in God before he did now, because before him was a deity of a man whose praises he would sing for the rest of his life. He hooked his slender fingers into the waistband of Derek’s boxers, and as he slid them down his dark, muscular thighs, the sight that beheld him was far holier than any heaven he could envision. With much passion, Spencer took his Christ into his mouth and he sacrificed himself entirely to the will of his God.

The groan above him sounded like the voice of an angel, and as Spencer accepted the gift that was his holy communion, the dark hand of his God raked through his curls, blessing him with silent, unspoken salvation. How could he ever want for more, when Derek was all he ever needed?

Derek grew close, and as he reached his tender deliverance, Spencer was baptized with the essence of his Lord. He was showered with soft spoken praises, and soon enough, he was guided onto the bed and worshipped thoroughly, the love of his God washing over him in bountiful waves of pleasure. The breath that passed his lips was inspired by his love alone, and as Derek parted the sea of his legs, his fingers coated in holy water played him like a harp.

Spencer was blessed with the lips of his God, pressing upon the tender skin of his breast. Derek smoothed his hands down the curve of his sides and ribs, and from the dust he was materialized. Those lips traveled up to his own mouth to deliver unto him the breath of life, and as Derek entered him, he bathed in salvation. He moaned the psalms, whispering creeds for his Lord and welcoming him into his soul.

He spoke in tongues as the Holy Spirit came over him. Within him, Derek plucked the forbidden fruit, and Spencer’s back lifted off of the bed as the serpent claimed his holy soul.

For just a brief moment in the afterglow of prayer, Spencer felt a sense of doubt wash over him, but as Derek’s lips met his once more and words of love soaked into his skin, that doubt quickly dissipated.

If this is what it meant to be a sinner, Spencer didn’t ever want to be holy again.

Tags: @tobias-hankel @suburban--gothic @altsvu @willowrose99 @sparklinspence @hag4fagmegstiel @pete-is-fanatic @ssa-sarahsunshine @spencers-renaissance @garcias-bitch @katytheinspiredworkaholic @dralexreid @oliverbrnch @softhairedhotch @foggyblues-ralvez @codeandcreativity@scorpio-hotch @ssa-natalya-reid @goobzoop

[cas-kingdom]

'ouch. That must've hurt' for the five line fanfic please? :)

“Ouch. That must’ve hurt.”

“Are you being sarcastic?” you asked, biting the inside of your cheek.

Owen rose a brow as he pulled on a pair of surgical gloves, not quite catching the hint of frustration in your tone. Or, if he did, he passed it off as pain from the countless lacerations along the soles of your feet and palms of your hands. You were sat on the edge of a hospital bed, your legs crossed in front of you and hands cradled in your lap. It was obvious that you weren’t in the mood for medical attention.

“Why would I be sarcastic? Does it not hurt?” Owen asked, offering a smile. Your head wasn’t lifted enough to see so he dropped it, instead bending his knees and lowering himself a little in front of the bed to peer closer at your injuries.

You switched from biting your cheek to clenching your jaw against the miniscule pricks and stings you could feel on your body. “Where’s Dad?” you asked around gritted teeth.

“Derek’s in surgery, so unfortunately you’ve got me.” He tried another smile, making sure to catch your eye this time, but the moment you did you looked away, your eyes wet with tears you evidently didn’t want him to see. He schooled his features and cleared his throat, well aware that your unsettled countenance was more than your pain and your father not being here. It was something that had gone mostly unspoken today. “He’ll be done in an hour or so, kiddo,” he reassured you, squeezing your calf, “don’t worry. I’ll have you in one piece before then.”

A corner of your lips twitched upwards but he could tell it was forced. With a few quiet words to the nurse in the room he was given an antiseptic wipe and a pair of tweezers which he put to the side for now. With a hand on your calf again, he tested pulling it slightly towards him, thankfully a movement you complied with. He stretched one of your legs out towards him, the one he’d seen dripping the most blood, and rested your heel on his knee. The bottom of your foot was littered with tiny nicks and longer cuts, small glinting pieces wedged inside the majority of them. Owen frowned and tilted his head, gently probing your foot.

“What exactly did you say happened?” he asked quietly.

“I cut myself on glass.”

“Glass from where?”

“Does it matter?”

With one deep sigh, Owen sat back on his heels and looked up at you. You were pitiful, sat there with your bleeding hands and feet, your cheeks red and your eyes noticeably puffy. “Yeah, Y/N, it does,” he said, gently but firmly. “You’ve got lots of wounds...you’re gonna need a few stitches...I—”

It was then that you broke, your face contorting into one of mental agony as you squeezed your eyes shut and brought your shaking hands up to wipe at your eyes before you remembered they were injured. You ducked your head instead, an attempt to hide your tears, but Owen refused to let that happen.

Today marked one year. One year since Mark Sloan’s death. One year since each member of the surgical staff at Grey Sloan waved goodbye to a part of their lives. One year since he’d passed in his bed, you asleep beside him, as his heart stopped and yours only beat faster.

Derek had rightly been uncomfortable with leaving you home that morning, knowing you wouldn’t fare well alone with your thoughts all day, so you’d begrudgingly tagged along to the hospital and had been sat in the surgeons’ common room for hours since, where you could be discreetly watched. It was with that in mind that Owen wondered exactly what kind of situation could have occurred within that time. He asked himself in the back of his mind if you’d done it purposefully, but it didn’t seem like that kind of instance, something he was glad for.

“Sweetheart...” he muttered as he gently dropped your leg and stood straight. He sat beside you and cautiously put an arm around you, squeezing your upper arm in comfort. “Do you need someone to talk to?”

You sniffed and reached down to slowly pull your rolled-up leggings past your knees. Knees that were bleeding and glistening, just like your hands and feet. Owen held back a few words, simply nodding his head at the nurse as a sign for her to leave for a moment.

As soon as she left, you let yourself fall into his side, using his shoulder to hide your teary face. “I didn’t mean to,” you said between sobs. “I threw a glass vase. I just...I threw it at the wall and it shattered and, um...I think I panicked and tried to clean it up but I—” you stopped for a deep breath and shrugged, turning your face to stare at the wall in front of you. “I didn’t mean to,” you repeated in a whisper.

“You’re feeling it today, huh?” Owen said as he rubbed your shoulder. Your eyes welled with tears once more. “I know, I know. Listen. Hm? Listen to me, sweetheart. The next time you feel it this bad, or even if you only feel it a little bit, you come and speak to someone. Your dad, Meredith, me. Anyone. That’s much better than the alternative, right?”

You nodded against him and for a while you sat in a comfortable, necessary silence. He’d heard Meredith say to Cristina that you had argued with your dad that morning about his insistence you come into the hospital when you were totally against it. It seemed you’d been wallowing in the aftermath of that, alone, for a while now, and he was intent on giving you at least a little comfort to tide you over until Derek came out of surgery later. It’d been for your own good, of course, but he should have talked to you about it before leaving you. It could have only ended bad, and that was currently a fair consideration.

“Is there anywhere else I need to look?” he asked quietly, referring to any undisclosed locations of glass-induced injuries.

“I don’t think so.”

“Okay. Do you mind if I check, just to be sure?” At your nod he pressed a quick, reassuring kiss to your temple and moved in front of you once again, picking up the tweezers.

Owen didn’t want to say much more on the topic. For a split second, the words: “he’d be proud of you, Y/N” came to mind, but they were so banal he inwardly cringed. He knew they would fall short on you today and always. You didn’t need to be told Mark Sloan would be proud of you. You didn’t need to be told he was watching over you and wouldn’t want you to be upset. You knew it all already, and though Owen was sure it helped, it still wasn’t strong enough for moments like this, and that was okay.

Grief was a slow ache, and you were getting there. You all were. You sometimes just needed a bit of a push.

Grey's Masterpost

send me the first sentence of a fanfic and i’ll write the next five, except i don’t know when to stop writing so i guarantee there’ll be more than five

[stardstgf]

MASTERPOST.

okay hi I’m going to link this in the intro post to my blog for easier access to my fics!

i post everything on ao3, so that link is here

(all my random writing that isn’t fanfiction is under the tag inkedwords)

STEVETONY FICS

ONE-SHOTS

you're the first and the last thought (when all's said and done) - character study, canon compliant

let me play among the stars - dancing

love has never been kind to you - december 16th fic

MULTI-CHAPTER

love, what an act of faith - fake relationship au

the water hears and understands - percy jackson au

(please don’t say) i love you - college au // complete

IRONDAD FICS

ONE-SHOTS (basically everything is non endgame compliant)

the breath before the dawn - baking cookies in the middle of the night

the day always breaks - nat and peter 

when night falls, i’ll guide you home - kidnapping fic

i will spend my whole life loving you - just soft fluff tbh

MULTI-CHAPTER

i never lived ‘till i lived in your light - my tumblr drabbles

i just wanted to be like you - post spiderman hc

GREY’S FICS

ONE-SHOTS

why are you full of rage? (because you are full of grief) - amelia in the aftermath of derek’s death (maggie + amelia)

a lesson in holding up the sky - amelia + derek centric character study

clinging to the ruin of your broken home - amelia + meredith before and after derek (only kind of semi canon compliant)

and i’ll stay with you through the dark - my take on amelia telling meredith about christopher (s16 timeline)

i hear my heart breaking tonight (do you hear it too?) - amelia has a nightmare + link is there (amelink)

the courage of stars - my post s17 finale fic<3 (addison + amelia/ amelink)

you’ve always felt small in the city - a small one shot set between chapter 1 and 2 of forest fire

but this place could be beautiful too, right? - charlotte finds amelia after derek dies

but darling, didn’t you know we could fly? - kai and amelia’s first kiss (not canon compliant)

falling for you and you’re worlds away - kai and amelia as moments of their relationship (feat. kai vs the shepherd sisters<3)

MULTI-CHAPTER

and i’ve been a forest fire - addison + amelia, from when they first meet in new york, through their friendship in private practice and onwards (1/3 chapters complete) the tag for updates is under this post

we were angels once (don’t you remember?) - amezona season 11 au (2/? chapters complete) the tag for updates is under this post

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Grey’s anatomy

Sweatshirt- Mark Sloan x Reader

T-shirt- Derek Shepherd x Reader

Crack the Shutters- Mark Sloan x Lexie Grey

Will you?- Derek Shepherd x Reader

How to Live Without You- Derek Shepherd x Reader

Forever- Alex Karev x Reader

One Final Time- Owen Hunt x Reader

Chasing Cars: Mark Sloan x Reader

That Damn Shirt: Owen Hunt x Reader 🔥

red dead redemption two

The End- Arthur Morgan x Reader

Les Mis

Gay Revolution: An Enjoltaire Drabble

Criminal Minds

Welcome Home: Aaron Hotchner x Reader 🔥

Desk: Aaron Hotchner x Reader 🔥

I’m Right Here; Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Surprise: Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Hurt: Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Supernatural

Goodbye, Dean: Dean x Reader

Fight me: A destiel ficlet

Call of Duty

Good Morning: Soap MacTavish x Reader 🔥

Hallelujah: Soap x Ghost

Demons: Soap x Ghost

Zero out of Ten: Soap x Ghost

Doritos: Woods x Mason

Marvel:

Come Back to Me: Bucky Barnes x Reader

NCIS:

Perfect: Gibbs x Reader

The Last of Us:

It’s Okay: Joel Miller x Reader

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I posted 1,123 times in 2021

27 posts created (2%)

1096 posts reblogged (98%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 40.6 posts.

I added 49 tags in 2021

#aaron hotchner - 6 posts

#hotch - 6 posts

#criminal minds - 6 posts

#bucky barnes - 6 posts

#marvel - 6 posts

#x reader - 5 posts

#grey’s anatomy - 4 posts

#aaron hotchner x reader - 4 posts

#avengers - 3 posts

#angst - 3 posts

Longest Tag: 47 characters

#it’s definitly his contact in buck’s flip phone

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

Anyone Else

Word Count: 313

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Hey guys I wrote this little drabble so i could get back into writing. I hope you enjoy it!

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“You could have anyone. You could have someone that’s perfect, instead of me. The broken trans man who experiences dysphoria every other day.” Tears stream down your face as you hear the bass outside the bathroom.

You finally lift your head when Tony uses his finger to get you to look at him. “Y/N, I don’t want anyone else. No one is perfect and perfect is boring. Would I be this fun if I was perfect? No, of course not. I want you. Your dysphoria and all.” Tony gives you a smile as he wipes your tears away.

“I see these girls throw themselves at you and I realize you could have someone who fits their parts. And then I see the men giving you these looks and I realize that people are comfortable in their own body and you could have a partner who had that.”

You fall into Tony’s chest as you sob. Tony’s left speechless. He knew you were trans and didn’t like who you were but he never realized it was this bad. “Babe I love you. Not those other people, but you. You make me smile even when you’re having a bad day. You make me laugh harder when I don’t think it’s physically possible to do that. Those other people only want me for my name. They want Tony Stark. And you just want Tony. That’s why I love you.”

But it was like you couldn’t hear him. You were too lost in your mind to even notice he was saying words. “You could have someone that’s not me” you whisper into his chest.

Tony’s eyes widen as he hears you say this. He pulls you farther into his chest. He buries his face into the top of your head and starts repeating “I love you” hoping you’ll get the message, that he only wants you.

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75 notes • Posted 2021-07-30 02:52:56 GMT

#4

*First Tinder Date Meet Up*

Y/N: Are you gonna murder me since you’re a stranger I met on the internet?

Bucky: *Flashbacks to Winter Soldier*

96 notes • Posted 2021-03-30 23:30:48 GMT

#3

April Birthdays

Since April is the month of my birthday, I will be releasing 9 birthday oneshots

April 13th - Aaron Hotchner x Reader - Traditions Part Two

April 15th - Bruce Banner x Reader - Birthday Smash

April 16th - Tony Stark x Reader - Nothing’s Too Big

April 17th - My Birthday - Surprise

April 21st - Steve Rogers x Reader - Best Girl

April 23rd- Derek Shepherd x Reader - More Important

April 25th - Clint Barton x Reader - Farm Disaster

April 27th - Bucky Barnes x Reader - Ruined

April 29th - Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes - Two is Better Than One

108 notes • Posted 2021-04-01 04:01:14 GMT

#2

Traditions

Word Count: 3,161

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Part 2!

You kept a planner of everyone’s birthday. Even Erin Strauss and the Director. You didn’t want people to hate their birthday or let it go forgotten. You know how it feels to get a birthday forgotten, one too many times, and you didn’t want anyone else to feel that type of pain.

You always left a red balloon tied to their chair and you’d leave a cupcake on their desk. You didn’t want to make a huge deal in case they didn’t like attention or they didn’t like their birthday but you wanted them to have something to look forward to on their birthday.

Today was the security check-in guards birthday. He has two kids and a beautiful wife. While he didn’t have a chair to tie the balloon to, you were definitely tying it to the metal detectors. You were hoping he hadn’t started his shift when you entered, but he spotted you with a grin as soon as you walked in the door.

“Y/N, another birthday today?” He asks almost oblivious to the fact that it was in fact his.

“I do indeed” you say as you set the cupcake on the table.

“Y/N, what are you doing? You know you can walk right through with your cupcake,” he says quizzitively. You frown for a second. Did you mix up the dates? You check your watch and confirm your calendar says it’s his birthday.

“It’s for you. It’s your birthday today. Happy Birthday, Gregg” you say as you tie the balloon to the metal detector. You look up and see his face in so much confusion that you wonder if you wrote the wrong day down.

Gregg speaks up as if sensing your anxiety, “I’m just razzing you Y/N. Man, you should have seen your face. Thanks for the balloon and cupcake.” You sigh and relief and then glare at him. You would get him back for this.

“If it wasn’t your birthday Gregg, I would.. I would.. I don’t know what I’d do but I know that I’ve studied enough serial killers to know what not to do,” you were mostly kidding as you turn dramatically and walk towards the elevator. As the elevator dinged you turned around, entering it and seeing the terror on Gregg’s face. You wiggle your fingers in a wave towards him as the doors close.

As you step off the elevator on the sixth floor, you bump into Garcia. You tumble to the floor along with all of the files she’s holding. “Garcia, are you ok?” You frantically say as you assess her for injuries.

“I’m fine, except for all these files now messed up and on the floor. Are you ok? I know you’re falling for me, but not in this way my sweet Y/N,” Garcia says with a smirk.

“Garcia, I love you my sweets, but now is not the time to be flirting. Judging by how many case files you have, we have a new case correct?” you deduce as you do a mental checklist of everything you needed to prepare for travel. Your go bag was packed, your laptop was charged, your mug was full of tea, and your apartment was all locked up. All you had to do was text your neighbor to check on your cat a few times.

“We do my fine furry friend. You are headed to Colorado for this one. Everyone else is in the Briefing room, so we should head up there,” she says as you both pick up the last of the spilled files.

You hurry to beat Garcia so no one comments on you being late, but since they're all in the briefing room that will be hard for them not to.

“Well this is a first,” Emily says as she eyes you up and down. You know you probably look like a mess from falling on the ground but at this point who cares.

“Sorry guys, I had to make a few stops,” you say as you smile at the memory of the cupcake and balloon Gregg should be enjoying right now.

Derek nudges your elbow as you sit between him and Hotch,” A new guy?” You roll your eyes. Derek was always commenting on your love life and it was getting tiring. With a room full of profilers, surprisingly no one had caught onto your crush on Aaron Hotchner. And you would like to keep it that way because eventually it will go away, right?

You snap out of your thoughts as you glare at Derek,” You only wish it was you.” With that comment Garcia walks into the room and starts handing out folders. And so the case begins.

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The case took a whole week to finish. Which meant your weekend plans were halfway shot. The plane was to take off at 12:30 AM to get the team home as soon as possible. You, Derek, and Emily were all in an SUV together heading to the airport.

“Hey Derek,” you say sweetly, almost like you wanted something,” can we stop at that grocery store really quickly?” As he looks back in the mirror at you, you give him your best puppy dog eyes. And he obviously couldn’t resist them.

“Sure Y/N, can I ask what for?” He inquired as he raised an eyebrow at you.

You giggle and respond with, ”It’s a tradition I have. Something for midnight and it’s almost time.” He parks outside the grocery store, letting you hop out. You quickly find the cupcakes, and see they have strawberry. You were in love with strawberry cupcakes. You quickly snag the candles laying beside the cupcakes and head to the checkout. Once you finish paying you run out to the SUV, wanting to be able to enjoy one cupcake at midnight and the rest later in the day.

You board the jet with your go bag in one hand and grocery bag in the other, quickly finding your usual seat. Seeing as almost everyone was on board, you nod to Hotch and Rossi as you plop down in your seat. Normally their talks of the case or paperwork put you to sleep easily. You look down at your watch, 10 minutes till midnight. Then you would officially be 30.

You look up to see if anyone’s watching, trying to decide if you should do it in your seat or in the back where you can have privacy. As you realize everyone is busy, or asleep in Morgan’s case, you decide to do it at your seat and hope no one comments anymore on your tradition.

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133 notes • Posted 2021-03-26 19:39:52 GMT

#1

Birthday Smash

Word Count: 1,447 words

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Bruce’s morning had started out stressful. He had woken up a little later then when his alarm was supposed to wake him. He had forgotten to wrap your present the night before. Tony bothered him in the lab as he tried and failed to wrap your present. Tony eventually had to do it for him. Since he woke up late, making breakfast was late and you were already awake before he could take it to you in bed.

The icing on top of the cake for him was literally the icing was wrong on your cake he had ordered. The big guy was ready for an appearance at this point. So a Code Green was initiated at 10:40 in the morning.

You expected a code green far earlier in the morning as Tony had told you all of what Bruce had planned. It wasn’t that Bruce was trying to hide the day's plans from you, it was just he forgot. Having dated Bruce for 5 years now, you had planned and prepared for a Code Green to happen sometime throughout the day.

You had asked Tony if he could clear out one of the larger rooms. You had speakers set up and a pile of blankets and pillows. You had made a large chocolate cake just to share with Hulk and you made sure no candles were involved so he didn’t get scared of the tiny flame. You were prepared for Hulk. You just hoped he liked it.

“Hi Hulk. What ya got there baby?” You ask as you look at Hulk holding his smashed cake. You really felt bad for him and Bruce. He expected too much of himself and he wanted everything to be perfect. And nothing was perfect about dating a scientist that turns into a giant toddler. And you were ok with that.

“Hulk smashed” he says sadly as he looks at the cake. You really were trying not to laugh at his adorable pout.

‘Jarvis tell me you’re recording all of this’ you whisper just enough so Jarvis will hear.

“Of course L/N” he says, matching the volume you spoke at.

“That’s ok Hulk. Do you like chocolate cake?”you ask as you head to the giant fridge.

“Hulk don’t have chocolate cake,” he says as he stamps his foot on the ground. You really wanted to laugh but Hulk would either cry or smash the tower and neither of those options were good.

“Well I do and I’m willing to share” you pull the cake out and hold it out to show Hulk “if you want we can eat cake and watch movies?”

Hulk nods furiously and follows you with giant steps. His smile makes it all worth how long you spent trying to figure out how to make such a big cake. You finally make it to the empty room and sit down on the blanket, patting the spot beside you for Hulk. “You can sit here bud. And then we can eat cake and watch a movie.”

Hulk sits down as gently as he can, so not to disturb you or the cake. But you obviously still feel it as he’s like 700 lbs. You slice yourself off a piece and then hand the rest of the cake to Hulk. “There you go bud. It’s all for you.”

“For Hulk?” He says as he tenderly grabs the plate. His eyes swell with tears. “Hulk’s first present” you almost cried at that statement. No wonder Bruce never liked turning into the Hulk. No one showed him affection.

“Yea Hulk. For you bud. Let’s find a movie to watch.” You say as you watch Hulk eat the cake in one bite. No matter how big the cake would be, Hulk would probably always eat it in one bite.

You quickly decide on Fifty First Dates and curl up next to Hulk with a blanket. Today was perfect. Or as perfect as things can get. Eventually, Hulk moves his pinky finger down for you to hold, and you quickly grab on to hold. You loved Hulk, even if he was a two year old.

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You woke up to Bruce freaking out and naked… Very naked.

“Are you ok? Did he hurt you? I’m so sorry I ruined your birthday. Did he smash the cake? I can go get a new one. Tony will let me borrow a car. We can turn the night around. Or we can just redo the day over” Bruce starts rambling frantically as if trying to make your perfect day better.

“Hey. Hey. Bruce. It’s ok. We had a great day. Today was perfect. We ate cake and we watched a movie and I may have fell asleep, but I’m not injured and I’m in one piece,” you say as you stand up and do a twirl for Bruce to assure him you’re ok.

“Still don’t like that I missed most of your birthday,” he grumbles as he comes up and hugs you.

“Why don’t we just order takeout and watch movies and cuddle, ok? Perfect way to spend my birthday” you say as you stare at him with puppy dog eyes.

“I hate those stupid eyes. What do you want for takeout?” He asks as he sighs and smiles at you. You smile up at him and tell him Chinese as you go to pick the movie.

Twenty minutes later you’re both sprawled out where you and Hulk were two hours later with Chinese and Star Wars playing in the background.

You feel Bruce fidgeting next to you every few minutes and as much as you’d love to enjoy Star Wars, you can’t let Bruce’s anxiety takeover.

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147 notes • Posted 2021-04-16 04:16:19 GMT

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