#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.

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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.

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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.

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For @sterekdrabbles! January 15th's prompt was play, wakeful, bow, and this prompt screamed for me write another drabble about a puppy! =3 The puppy is very much based on our own Australian shepherd pup, now over a year old!

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“Tali, come back here!”

Stiles had been surprised but pleased when Derek had brought home an adorable tiny golden retriever puppy for the two of them to raise.  The now six-month-old puppy was still extremely cute, but she was also incredibly active, scampering around at top speed nearly every single hour of the day.  Stiles swore he was getting a better workout from chasing the wakeful puppy than he ever did fighting evil.

Tali dropped down into a bow, inviting Stiles to play with her, then dashed off again, her tongue lolling in excitement.

And how could Stiles resist that?

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[jobrookekarev]

Back to December: Chapter Two

Chapter: Two of Four

Words: 2,742

Summary: An accident brings Alex and Izzie back to Grey-Sloan Hospital. There they meet Jo again, but she's already moved on leaving Alex to pine after the life he lost.

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy.

Relationship: Alex Karev/Jo Wilson(Past), Alex Karev/Izzie Stevens, Jo Wilson/Jack Gibson.

Characters: Alex Karev, Jo Wilson, Izzie Stevens, and Amelia Shepherd.

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Angst, Relationship(s), Hurt/Comfort, Family, Alternate Canon, Drabble, Pining, Drama, Slow Build, Sad, Slow Burn, Pregnancy, There Is No Happy Ending.

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A few hours later, they had Izzie settled in a room as a transfer to any other hospital was unavailable until tomorrow. Amelia had come over to see them and take new scans. From the look on her face, she had no good news for him.

“As you can see from the scans, the tumor in the temporal lobe had grown down and is now invading the epithalamus and thalamus. This is what's causing the dizziness and the fainting spells. At this point as the tumor grows, it will only get worse until eventually you will have blackouts and seizures. There's a few drugs we can try to stop the progression and ease some of the symptoms, but I would recommend surgery…”

“No,” Izzie cut her off, her voice rising into a shout. “We already did the surgery, Shepard. I can't fight it anymore.”

“I haven't done surgery on you,” Amelia asked looking over at him, confused.

“She’s talking about the surgery Derek did on her brain tumor back in 2009,” Alex whispered to her as Amelia sighed, but nodded. 

“Okay, I can at least give you something to help ease the symptoms. I've looked over your medication list and I know a few things we can add that will slow the progression. I’d also like to keep her overnight to keep an eye on her. I know neither of you want to be here but I'll try, so I'll try to make it as comfortable as possible,” Amelia said with a tight smile looking over Alex and Izzie. 

“Thank you,” Alex said with a nod.

“Of course” Amelia just nodded, looking down. “I just wish there was something I could do.”

“I really appreciate it regardless,” Alex said looking over Amelia as her smile turned to one of genuine kindness. 

She nodded toward the door, and they both stepped into the hallway. Once he closed the door behind him, Amelia immediately wrapped him up in a tight hug. It had been a long time since Alex had been hugged this intently by anyone. Amelia had always been the second closest sister to him. When no one else was on his side, and Amelia was arguing with Meredith, the two of them always had each other. Even after everything he'd done, it was nice to know he still had a little bit of family left.

“Is it true that you’re back in town?” Amelia said with a smile as she pulled away. 

“Yeah, we've got a little place closer to Lake Washington and Robbie lives there too,” Alex said with a smile of his own. 

“So, are you guys going to stay here after Izzie…?” Amelia asked, her smile growing as She raised an eyebrow at him.

“Yeah, but I won't come back to work here,” Alex said, knowing that there was her next question. “As much as I love it here, I won't do that to Jo.”

"You know you could've called," Amelia said softly, punching his shoulder lightly, but with enough force to sting.

“I'm sorry,” Alex said rubbing the area

“I'm just glad you're back though. I hope I get to see more of you, if you don't disappear on us again.” 

“I promise I won't.”

“Good, have you talked to Meredith or seen her yet?” 

“No, not yet.”

“Alright, I'll send her your way and give her a warning about Izzie as well.”

“Thank you, Amelia, for everything,”

“Of course, that's what family is for,” Amelia said with a smile, she seemed to hesitate, but reached up to hug him again before she turned to leave. Although she turned back to glance at him, probably to check that he wasn't going to run away. Alex didn't blame her for that.

Before he could go back into the room Alex looked around and saw a pair of pink scrubs headed towards him. He looked Jo up and down as she held her swollen belly and waddled towards him. It was a slow pace and she avoided his eyes as she stared down at the papers in her hands, no doubt, the urinalysis results. 

Alex waited for her to approach him. His heart fluttered in his chest and he felt a familiar twinge of anxiety curl up in his stomach. He wanted to run but his feet didn't dare move. Yet a moment later she was standing before him. Jo looked up and held up the papers in front of her stomach. She didn't speak, just stared at him, then she cleared her throat and looked down again.

“I have Izzie's pregnancy test results and saw her brain scans,” Jo said, still looking down as Alex could only nod. “Is there anything that Amelia can do?” 

Jo looked up at him with a little bit of desperation in her eyes, but Alex just shook his head and her face fell. “It's too far along. We knew that two years ago. Our goal was only to slow it down, we did and it gave us two more years with her, but now…”

“I’m sorry, Alex,” Jo whispered to him as he felt his heart skip a bead and it took him a moment to respond. 

“I'm pretty sure that I should be the one saying that to you,” Alex finally said, looking down and not bearing to see the look on her face. 

“Yeah,” Jo trailed off, and he could feel her eyes on his. “But is this the real reason why you left?”

Alex could only nod and take a deep breath as he finally looked back up at her. “By the time I got there, Izzie’s cancer had progressed to the point where it was hard for her to keep up with her work and to take care of the twins. I took over everything for her. I cooked, I cleaned, I took care of her and I became a father to the twins. I was working from dawn to dusk and I was up in the middle of the night when Izzie would get up thinking it was the wrong time of day or when Eli would have a nightmare or Alexis couldn't sleep because she thought her mom would die in the middle of the night. A week turned into two weeks and then into a month and then I still haven't figured it all out and I had no idea how I was going to even take the time to call you about all of this.”

Alex trailed off as he looked over at her, she stared back at him. This time she didn’t take her eyes off of him. She stared into his soul in a way that only she could. He got caught up in her honey brown eyes. Something he used to love, and somehow he had longed to do again. Now he wanted to savor this moment as it was probably the last one they would have together. 

Alex fumbled over his words as he didn’t dare look away from her. “I had to take care of the twins. I had to give them some sense of normalcy and give them one parent that they can rely on.” 

Jo nodded, although she didn’t seem satisfied with his words. She put a hand on her belly and rubbed up and down. Alex looked down at her bump. He wondered if she was carrying a boy or a girl. If she had decorated a nursery, or if she just had a hamper full of clothes and a bassinet. He knew her and knew that it was probably a mix of the two. 

“Why didn't you tell me all of this,” Jo let out a breath bringing him back to her. Her voice was a little bit of desperation and a little bit of frustration mixed together. 

Alex looked down, ashamed of what he had done. “You were my first thought…. But then it all just happened so quickly. By the time I got your voicemail I, I panicked. I had to take on so much so soon and I didn't want you to bear this burden when it was my alone.”

Jo shook her head as she crossed her arms. “Alex, in all the years we were together, have you ever faced anything without me by your side? I was always there for you, to support you and love you. I would have, I would have…”

Breathing out, tears collecting in her eyes, Jo quickly wiped them away. He thought he should say something or comfort her, but she just continued.

“I would have loved your kids, I do love your kids. I talked to them downstairs, and they're just the sweetest little things. Hell, I would have helped you take care of Izzie. I would have moved to freaking Kansas to be with you!”

Their argument caught the attention of all the nurses and other staff. They eavesdropped into their conversation with glances at them, trying to appear busy and failing. No doubt everyone had been waiting for this moment to play out.

“I know,” Alex said, wishing he could reach out to touch her but knowing it wasn't the place to do so. 

“Why didn't you let me?”

Alex just shook his head. “I thought I was doing what was best for everybody.”

“That should have been my decision to make,” Jo said as she took a step back. He knew she wanted to run, but then she remembered the papers in her hands and looked down at them.

“I was so overwhelmed Jo, I didn't sleep, I didn't eat, I wasn't thinking straight! I knew that if I brought you into this, you would be as stressed and as overwhelmed as I was. I thought I'd lose you too. So I let you go. I thought you would move on and get married again and have a family and you did! You have everything you’ve ever wanted and I'm, I’m so happy for you, Jo. I love you enough to be incredibly happy for you.”

Alex tried to smile, but all he could manage was to turn up the corners of his lips. He could barely hold back the tears in his eyes. From the look on Jo's face, she was doing the same. She looked up and a few of them fell on her cheeks, but she quickly wiped them away. 

“Izzie is not pregnant,” Jo said, standing by his side as she handed him the papers. “Although her electrolyte levels are low, so I’ll have the nurses come by with some extra vitamins and fluids.”

“Thank you,” Alex said with a nod, the two of them stared at each other, but not truly saying the other person in front of them.

He didn’t want to part with her, but she seemed eager to leave. Jo took a step back before turning to leave. Watching her go, he wondered if this was the last time he would see her. Suddenly, Jo bent over, holding her stomach and letting out a grunt. Alex raced to her side, putting a hand on her back and leaning over her. He suspected from the look on her face and the way she held her belly that she was in labor.

“It’s going to be okay, Jo.” Alex tried to reassure her by running his hand up and down her back just the way she liked it.

But Jo just shook her head, closing her eyes as tears spilled over onto her cheeks. She put a hand to his chest and pushed him away. “Let me go!” 

Alex did as she asked but, she leaned heavily on the wall and braced herself on the railing. He wished she would let him help her, but he knew it wasn't his place anymore. The pain must have finally passed, as she stood up, and Alex watched her.

“Are you okay?” Alex asked, knowing he wouldn't believe the answer she gave him.

“I'm fine,” Jo said before bending over in pain again, this time crying out. It went again against every instinct inside of him to not reach out and hold her. 

“Should I get Carina or Meredith or…” 

He wasn't sure if he should call Jack, he didn't even know his number. 

"No, I'm fine, just..." 

Jo gasped before and looked down at her pants, Alex looked down too, to see a wet spot growing as the water trickled down her legs.

"No, no," Jo said, holding her belly. "It's too early, they're not due for another week," she breathed out. 

"It's twins, they come early."

"I know that," Jo snapped at him, gritting her teeth.

Alex looked up as one of the nurses came running over. “Dr. Wilson, what is it?”

“Dr. Wilson is in labor. Get me a wheelchair and page Carina DeLuca." Alex reached out his hand to her, offering it, but Jo just shook her head and instead turned to lean on the nurse who offered her their help.

He followed, but Jo stopped and turned around, putting a hand up, forcing him to stop. “Don't, Alex, just go back to Izzie.”

“Jo,” Alex breathed out. He wanted so desperately to go with her, but he knew it wasn't his place, although he wished it could be.

“Is there anything I can get you, Dr. Wilson?” the nurse asked, helping her along.

“Jack, I want Jack,” Jo breathed out, desperate for him, and she squeezed her eyes shut, tears falling from her cheeks again. “Can someone please get him? He's down at the daycare with Luna.”

Alex swallowed the lump in his throat. Hearing Jo call out for someone other than him. The man she loved now. The father of her children. It was the final straw. He knew she was closed off to him completely and that she had truly moved on. 

“Just take care of her, please,” Alex said, knowing Jack would be the one to comfort her now.

“Don't worry, Dr. Karev, I've got it,” Jo snapped at him.

Alex swallowed the lump in his throat again, staring at them. He watched as a few nurses came to help them, one bringing a wheelchair. They helped Jo into it, and she didn't protest as she sat down. They quickly wheeled her away, and Alex watched until she disappeared around the corner, knowing he would never see her again.

He looked down at the results in his hand. Izzie was supposed to be his focus now, although his mind could only think of Jo. Alex reluctantly turned back and went into Izzie's room, vowing to take care of her and the kids now. He decided to call Susan and have her bring the twins up to Izzie’s room. They deserved his full attention now too.

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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.”

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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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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.

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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!"

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“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

[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!

[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}

more shameless self promo oops: i also have a tiktok @jupiterredits ! it's currently inactive while i save up for a new phone, but pls check out my edits bc there are more coming soon I promise! if ur on greystok u may have seen my japril speak now edit that's almost at 200k likes {i have no idea how that happened either}

but pls stick around for more activity! my asks are open as well for fic / hc prompts and requests, if u've made it to the end of this post u may as well leave a request ;)

ciao ciao, bambinas <3