#Mark Sloan Drabble

[malereadermaniac]

Actors/Characters x Male Reader Masterlist

Key: ❤️-Smut 🖤-Angst 🩷-Fluff

Categorised by actor - first can be about actor or a role they've played

Kit Connor

🩷 Giddy - Kit Connor comes home tired from work and you two cuddle to sleep

🩷 Jealousy looks good on you - Kit connor is the jealous type

🩷 First Move - Kit Connor makes the first move on you during a movie

Jacob Elordi

🖤❤️ Toxic - Nate Jacobs is a closeted cunt

Robert Pattinson

❤️ Hogwartz' Heart-throb - Your first time with your boyfriend Cedric Diggory

Eric Dane (Mark Sloan)

🩷 Experiment - Mark Sloan's old Med School 'friend' joins Seattle Grace

Mitchell Hope (Ben Florian)

🩷 Too Trusting - Ben Florian is too trusting when it comes to Mother Gothel's son

Devon Bostick (Rodrick Heffley)

❤️Exploring - Imagine messing about with Rodrick and exploring your sexualities (Drabble/Imagine)

Tom Holland

❤️Gym - imagine getting freaky when working out with Holland!Peter Parker

[corynation]

As Arabella / Just might’ve tapped into your mind and soul / But you cant be sure

(smut is starred with a ✮)

Works

Greys Anatomy

₊˚⊹ Rumor has it mark sloan x reader

₊˚⊹ New beginnings (p1) alex karev x reader

Harry Potter

₊˚⊹ Ink theo nott x reader

Drabbles

Harry potter

౨ৎ Mirror sex toxic!theo nott x reader ✮

[venturethighs]

I had to drabble it omg

At first, they thought they were hearing things.

"I'm pregnant." You tell them again.

You hold up the multiple pregnancy tests all marked with a positive result. They take them in their hands and sit down as their knees violently begin to shake. Sloan joins them and pulls them into a side hug.

"No–" They choke. "No way?"

You sit on the other side of them.

"I've only been with you. So, there's only one explanation." You nuzzle their face.

Tears form in their warm, hazel eyes. They sniffle and wipe away the wetness from their warm cheeks. Soft hitches in their breath begin to form as the both of you hold them close.

"I'm– I'm gonna be a parent?" They look up at you with swollen eyes. "Like– a real parent?"

You place a kiss to their flushed cheek.

"Yes. You are. All three of us." You tell them.

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• Much like Sloan, will not let you lift a single finger during the entire duration of your pregnancy.

• Incredibly cuddly. Unbelievably cuddly– perhaps even so cuddly that they could drive you nuts about it.

• And they do, but only a little. It's only really made obnoxious by the amount of times you have to get up and pee.

• Their hand is always on your tummy even if the pregnancy has yet to show.

• Softly rubbing it, placing kisses to it, whispering to their little one nice and safe inside.

• Scowls at literally everyone who looks at you like an overprotective lion. It'd be cute if they didn't actually scare people off...

• Around the second trimester the three of you move out of your apartments and into a home you all bought together.

• They decorated the nursery in gender neutral colors. Yellow is their favorite, but they went out on a limb and tried a new one: rainbow.

• And, of course, you loved it so much. A lot of it was Angel's idea– Sloan just helped them put it together and added a few extra touches here and there.

• You are absolutely the most spoiled spouse EVER. Not only do they bring you breakfast, lunch and dinner in bed but they'll also bathe you and give you massages whenever you're extra tired.

• Chooses Angela and Ana to do a giant majority of your prenatal care. Ana more so, but Angela does a lot of the tedious work. They're both thrilled that you were even able to conceive in the first place considering the radiation and cloning genes.

• A little miracle baby. Which just so happens to be their middle name.

• You got to choose their first name. They got to choose their middle one. Sloan also had a little input, but gives the credit to Angel instead.

• Once you go into labor they're panicking so hard, but they don't show it. They're with you every step of the way unless you want them to wait outside the room for whatever reason.

• The good news is that you can grip both their hands as tight as you want. It's only a fraction of the pain they can handle, so it's basically nothing to them.

• The delivery– thanks to Ana and Angela, no less– was the smoothest they've had in a while. No complications or concerns to speak of.

• Both of them cry when they get to hold your baby for the first time. Angel cries so hard that they're actually sobbing– they have to excuse themself to the bathroom and wail for a couple minutes to get rid of all those intense emotions.

• Sloan lays the baby on your chest, and they instantly fall asleep in your arms.

• "So tired!" Angel nuzzles you. "You both did so well... I'm so proud!"

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[shivroyspantsuit]

characters I’m going to write for!!!

(please keep in mind that I will only write female or nonmen readers, I will also write smut (It wont be a masterpiece though) fluff and angst, i’ll also write drabbles, oneshots, series and probably whatever else there is)

succession

Shiv Roy

Tom Wambsgans

Gerri Kellman

Stewy Hosseini

Kendall Roy

Roman Roy

+ most other characters

Greys Anatomy

Cristina Yang

Izzie Stevens

Callie Torres

Lexie Grey

Alex Karev

Addison Montgomery

Mark Sloan

Glee

•Quinn Fabray

•Mike Chang

•Tina Cohen-Chang

•Sam Evans

•Mercedes Jones

•Rachel Berry

Its always sunny

Dee Reynolds

Dennis Reynolds

Charlie Kelly

Misc

Jason Todd

Roy Harper

Dick Grayson

Bruce Wayne

Dina Lance

Diana Prince

Star fire

Wally West <3!

I might also write some star wars fics (the og 6 movies) so request those if u want!!!

also please keep in mind that I may not be the best writer as I am only just starting :)!

[beachy--head]

a new kind of waiting (1)

During those long, never-ending hours when the plane is missing and no one knows anything, she pretty much lives at the hospital, because if she doesn't stop moving, maybe she won't think.

A kind of japril AU take on the plane crash and the days spent waiting for news. One-shot.

Note: This started as a drabble, and well... it got a bit out of hand.

(read on ao3 or ff.net)

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She keeps busy on day 1.

During those long, never-ending hours when the plane is missing and no one knows anything, she pretty much lives at the hospital, because if she doesn't stop moving, maybe she won't think. She doesn't sleep, she barely eats, she helps out in the ER and where she can, she babysits Zola for a few hours. When she's not working, she stays near the phone in her office or at the nurse's station, because it could ring at any moment, telling her that they – because there are other people she cares about on that plane too, even if her brain is too busy worrying about one of them in particular to spare a thought for the others – have been found all alive and well, and that the whole thing has just been a giant misunderstanding. Her heart stops beating every time she gets a page, or every time she sees Owen, and her stomach is nothing but a ball of nerves.

She decides that he cannot be dead on day 2.

Because if he is, then the last thing her best friend would have heard from her is that he had to leave her alone, and this cannot happen. She can't remember the last words she's ever said to Reed, and she refuses to acknowledge "I don't need your pity" and "leave me alone" as the last things she said to Jackson. To acknowledge that the last time she saw her best friend, she pushed him away as he was just trying to take care of her, like he always does.

Oddly enough, she doesn't cry. She's known to be the emotional one, she's pretty sure every one of her co-workers has seen her cry at some point or another, but she's feeling too terrified to shed a tear. The only time she comes close is when she hears Catherine Avery yell at Richard and Owen and demand they do something, but her mentor's anger only reinforce her belief that Jackson will be fine, because there's no Catherine without Jackson, and Catherine is here. Well, Catherine is here, but she's also not, because the broken look in her eyes when she meets April in a corridor and falls into her arms is very un-Catherine-like. And still, April doesn't cry.

Mark Sloan, of all people, forces her to go lay down in an on-call room on day 3.

She doesn't have the energy to refuse, and if she had, the look on the attending's face would stop her. It's fear, it's weariness, it's guilt for sending Jackson in his place, for making him take his spot on the surgery team as a parting gift, a reward for passing his boards. It's full of all the things he hasn't said to Lexie, and all the things he hopes to say to her one day, and before he leaves, she squeezes his hand, because she knows all too well what he's feeling.

She tries to close her eyes, but opens them right away, because of course she sees his face. His face laughing after a corny joke and too many beers at Joe's, his face frowning as he's trying to find the answer to one of her questions during one of their many study sessions, his face softening as he looks up at her, at all of her, in a hotel room in San Francisco. She doesn't know how she manages to fall asleep, but she wakes up with the covers lying on the floor and her scrubs all sweaty. She doesn't remember having nightmares, but then, she's living through one.

Alex yells at her on day 4.

They're in a patient room, doing some last check-ups before discharging him, and he starts yelling for the most insignificant reason. She yells right back at him, right in front of the patient too, before Richard comes into the room and asks them to leave the hospital and go back to their place to get some rest. He says he'll call them as soon as they have some news, and Alex mutters "whatever" and leaves without waiting for her. She's tempted to ignore Richard's order (he's no longer her boss anyway), but then she sees Callie pacing in the attending's lounge, clutching to Sofia, and Mark, his head in his hands, and Owen, who has maybe said three words ever since they found out, and she goes home. At the apartment, she goes straight to Jackson's room, snuggling under the covers in his bed, and only moves when Alex gruffly tells her that the food he ordered just got here. He ignores her when she says "thank you", and they eat in silence.

The phone rings and her pager beeps on day 5.

Alex drives like a maniac while she bites her nails in the passenger seat. She's tried praying the past few days, but the lines of communication between her and God are a bit murky at the moment, and it only makes her think about all of her failures, which makes her think of how she made Jackson feel responsible for them, which turns her stomach. She still manages to send a quick prayer, mumbling under her breath, not knowing if it'll be heard, and Alex doesn't even make fun of her.

At the hospital, they run, don't walk, straight to the conference's room, where most of the attendings are gathered. She can see the tears on Mark Sloan's face, and her heart stops.

It starts beating again when Hunt tells her that there was only one casualty from the plane crash, and that Sloan is weeping for someone else than his protege. The shock of hearing Lexie is dead battles with her relief that Jackson is alive, the two concepts clashing and jarring, and that's when the tears finally come. She finds a wall and slides down to a sitting position, her body racked with sobs, and Bailey kneels next to her and softly repeats that Jackson is okay, thinking she's misunderstood what she has just heard.

Jackson (and all of the other survivors) comes back on day 6, and a new kind of waiting begins.

[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

[darklydeliciousdesires]

do you write for mark sloan from greys anatomy?

I don't, but I LOVE him! I might do one day, a one shot or a smutty drabble at the very least!

[notalone91]

What are some of your favorite moments you've written?

Oh, god. Um.

I'm gonna give you a bunch because you've literally asked me to tell you my favorite children:

"That’s right, little man.  That’s Draco."  He pointed.  "And, see, his hair matches, what I can only guess is your tie," Ron offered, flipping the silk over the rail, "and his eyes match your mug."  Draco stepped back for a moment and took it all in as Ron spoke.  "He takes after his mum, not his dad.  Well, other than that he wants to be like the dad in front of him."  Finally loosening that laugh and handing the baby back to Draco, he tapped on the rim of the Quafflepunchers mug "And I thought Ginny and I were the only ones that called you princess."

From You Disgust Me, Werewolf Baby (Drarry)

I have a drabble where Callie Torres makes Mark Sloan basically worship her and his list is so earnest and dirty and at one point he says something about her ass launching a thousand masturbatory fantasies and he should know because he's had quite a few of them, and she's stunned and fumbles for a bit and then he says:

Mark was surprised that she even had to ask.  "You really don't know, do you?"  Seeing as her expression remained unchanged, he turned her head to look back in the mirror and held her tight.  "You are the most phenomenal woman I've ever, ever known.  You change lives.  You save people.  You saved me.  You are gorgeous, talented, brilliant and an infinite amount of adjectives that could never touch the wonder that lies here in you," he said, bringing his hand to rest over her heart.

From We'll Forget The Past (Sloan/Torres... Mallie? Is that the name?)

Every time I've ever written stand up for Richie, I get really proud of myself, but the stand up in You're lucky we're not measuring... Richie! is my favorite.

The Alouette Scene and Eddie's visions in the hospital in Feeling like I've Missed you.

When they almost forget each other in You'll Be Mine and I'll be yours

Can I say the entirety of your eyes look like coming home??? No. Okay, the opening lines, then.

When Tyrion saves Sansa from Joffrey in the throne room and when he reveals his words at dinner in It was only a word.

the cocktail swords and the granny panties in call me friend

chapter 10 of as i lay beside the fire. all of it. i worked really hard on that.

That stunned him.  “Why?  There never needed to before.”  That was true.  In every iteration of their relationship, they’d never spoken about it. 

“There was one before,” Richie said with a bitter laugh.  “An affair.”  

[...]

“God, why are we still doing this?”

“Do you want to end this?  If you're not happy-” he said, stepping back and ready to give in.

“No!  I don't want to end this.  I fucking love you.  For whatever that's worth,” he let his hands drop to his sides, finally feeling much soberer than he had in hours.  “Isn’t that the worst thing you’ve ever heard?”  

Eddie was stunned to silence.  Richie said it to him frequently.  It would never cease to amaze Eddie to hear that assurance, especially in the middle of a fight.  Myra would only ever come close to it in a fight with “You don’t love me anymore, do you?” and “You’re loving this, aren’t you?”  Never anything that made him remember what he was fighting for.  Just guilt and manipulation.

“That's the worst fucking part, Eds.  I love you so much I can hardly stand it and you don't love me and I still stay.”  He shook his head and looked up at the ceiling.  “And I’ll keep staying because I love you too much to live without you.” 

From Seal My Fate

Bill's Death in Exit Light, Enter Night

Barry's Internal Monologue as he performs McB's soliloquy after Sally's Death in Signifying nothing.

Eddie bringing home the health class baby in Butterflies the beautiful kind

Richie and Eddie teasing each other about how they would lose the games in All that's Dead and gone juxtaposed with the rule change

Phone Sex in Latching on to you, especially when richie's convinced eddie's at the office and it's like surprise lol I'm at your door

Ben Stammering over te fact that Richie used to date Jonatan Knight in Show Our Dedication

All of You can change right next to me. okay, no but Richie and Went sharing a joint, and The Search For Eddie

Richie calling the kiss that he shared with Eddie in the cavern a "true love's kiss" in Where you book matters

Schmidt and Cece falling through Jess's door in You Understand

Also:

“Hey, Jess?”  She hmmed a response, looking up at him innocently.  “While I would love for this to continue, in the spirit of full disclosure, I just remembered that you are only wearing that bathrobe, so I’m gonna need to take a second.”  He leaned off of her and tugged a little at his pants, aiming for discretion.  He cleared his throat and stood up, offering a hand to help her up.  “Do you want to put some clothes on and then continue this conversation?”

Impressed with the direction of the evening, she gave him a skeptical smile.  “You never want to talk.”

That much was still true.  He just needed to cool down, he didn’t want to stop.  He tilted his head toward the bed and explained, “The non-verbal conversation we were just having.”

She laughed, nodding her head exaggeratedly.  “Got it.  That one.”  She tapped her kiss swollen lip gently and realized how ridiculous this coded conversation was, considering that they were all alone.  “The mouth one.”  She turned back to her closet and started rifling through her shelf of more comfortable clothes.  “I guess that does make kissing a conversation, doesn’t it?”  She dropped her robe off of her shoulders casually.  Thoughtlessly, even.  “It’s-”

It took him a moment to come back to earth, allowing himself the real, honest opportunity to watch her and really see her.  The elegant curve along her ribs to her hips,  The dimples just above her- “Jess!”

“What?” she asked, turning back to face him and bringing her robe back up.

“You just-”  He gestured vaguely in her general direction from behind the hand he’d clasped over his eyes.  “Opposite of helpful!”

Laughing again, Jess couldn’t get over how ridiculous he was.  “What?  You literally just saw me naked five minutes ago.”  She let her robe drop the rest of the way off.  They’d already seen each other naked several times.  “You can watch me get dressed,” she shrugged.  

Turning on his heel, he moved back into the hallway, crashing into the doorway.  “I’m trying not to get too worked up here and that’s not helpful.  I’m gonna…” He gestured over his shoulder with his free hand before turning and finally allowing himself to open his eyes when he’d faced away from her.  “I’m just gonna go get a drink and reset a little, okay?”

“Okay.” 

Jess let him take a few steps out of her room and a devious idea bolted through her mind.  “Hey, Miller?” she said, hoping to call him back.

Turning back immediately, he peeked his head in the door.  “Yeah?”

She looked at him appraisingly, then smiled.  Her nimble fingers quickly parted her robe, announcing “Flash,” before drawing it back around her into a hug.  

“Did you literally say flash as you were-”  She giggled and all he could do was shake his head as he turned around, finally heading for the kitchen.  “Nevermind.  See you in a minute, Jess,” he called over his shoulder.  

He reached the kitchen, grabbed 2 beers from the fridge, placed it on the table, then rested his palms against the cool stainless steel, taking a deep breath to steady himself.  He shook his head and pulled his phone from his pocket.  “You are gonna be trouble.”  He responded to a string of text updates from Schmidt, then took a swig of his beer.  “I had to teach this girl how to say penis a couple of weeks ago and now here we are.  What have I done?  I’m a victim of my own making,” he grumbled to himself despite the rare, honest smile on his face. 

From Exposed

[girlkisser13]

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mark sloan x general surgeon fem!reader

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[slytherbun]

I kinda want to see a part where at the wedding, Andrew mentions the position to you and you are shocked while looking to see who Mark came to the wedding with

You were sitting in your seat with Andrew, looking at the beautiful wedding decorations and arch. Bailey stood at the center of it with a smile on her face but you knew inside she was jittery.

Andrew laced his fingers through yours to get your attention and once you looked at him, he smiled. "So I was thinking..." Confused with his trailing off, you raised a brow and said with a chuckle. "Go on."

"Come to Germany with me? I can get you a position so you're the head chief of y/s/n (your specialty) surgery." He pleaded, eyes looking in yours with a twinkle.

You were shocked by his question. Andrew practically threw this at you during one of the weirdest times. And when you opened your lips to reply, the music started for Callie to walk down the aisle momentarily.

But all of that didn't matter when you caught Mark's eye.

Lexie was on his arm while he seated her quickly to go retrieve Callie but he didn't look at her. The only thing that mattered to him was how beautiful you looked.

Longing, lust and something else you couldn't quite put your finger on was clear in his eyes as he gazed at you, but it immediately disappeared when he noticed Andrew sitting with you.

[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.”

[cas-kingdom]

“Excuse me, did the 12:15 bus come by already?” “Could I sit here? All the other tables are full.” Mark Sloan please with reader? And maybe Derek could make an entrance? I thought the sentences could make an interesting fic but I'll leave that up to you:)

Excuse me, did the 12:15 bus come by already?

Could I sit here? All the other tables are full.

"You know, this isn’t so bad for our first online date,” Derek Shepherd remarked with a wide grin as he raised his wine glass of lemonade to the camera of his laptop, pretending to clink it with Meredith’s on the other side of the screen.

“See!” Meredith looked pleased. “I told you it’d be fun.”

“How’s Utah? Are you nervous?”

Meredith groaned. “Let’s not talk about work,” she said, “can’t we just have a date without work?”

“Okay, okay.” He put his hands up, sitting back. “No work. Alright. How’s... how are you? How’s my wife?” A dazzling smile graced his lips as he rested his elbows on the desk and put his chin in his hands, attempting to look somewhat dashing in his white button-up and loose-fitting tie. In all honesty, he was also wearing pajama shorts, but Meredith didn’t need to know that. That was what they got when they paired a date ‘night’ with a need for Meredith to attend a medical conference from eleven in the morning until seven in the evening. They’d had to choose one end of the stick, and both had decided that Zola’s sleeping schedule meant they’d likely have more time in the morning.

Hence the pajama shorts.

And the lemonade.

Still, he’d made an effort, pulling on his best shirt and tie, and Meredith was already dressed and ready for the conference. She was clearly nervous, even peering at her through a glossy computer screen, but he hoped the next half hour or so would prove to lessen her butterflies.

Meredith laughed. “I’m great. How’s my husband? And our girls?”

“I’m all the better for seeing you,” he charmed, wishing he could jump through screens. “Zola misses you. She doesn’t sleep as well for me.”

Meredith shrugged, leaning back. “What can I say? Mama’s charm.”

He chuckled, opening his mouth to speak, but was stopped abruptly when two hands clasped his shoulders and a head appeared at his side. “Excuse me, did the 12:15 bus come by already?”

It took Derek a solid few seconds before he realised the head belonged to you, and another couple more before he processed exactly what you’d just asked.

“What?”

“Could I sit here?” He snapped his head to the other side, just in time to see Mark scoot his way into the room on a spinning chair from your room. “All the other tables are full.” 

Derek’s face was photographable. 

“I feel like I’m in a fever dream,” he muttered, staring at Meredith, who he noticed now was smothering a laugh with her fist.

“So did it come?” you asked, as serious as ever, and Derek sat back, turning in his seat and shaking his head.

“The bus? The bus to where? Idiot-ville?”

Mark interjected. “Sooo, can I sit here?”

Derek blinked comically large eyes. “No, you can not.” He turned back to Meredith, who was shaking with barely suppressed laughter. “Do you know what’s going on? I don’t know what’s going on!” He looked at his best friend. “Where’s Zola, Mark? That’s why you’re here, remember. To look after my kids while I have a date with my wife.” There was a clear warning in Derek’s tone, and Mark caught it, his response an irritating smirk. 

“She’s sleeping,” he said, waving a hand in the general direction of the door. He turned his attention to the computer, scooting closer. “Hey, Mer! Did you know Derek’s wearing cotton shorts?”

“The Hello Kitty ones?”

“He has Hello Kitty shorts?!” 

“Oh, for God’s— get out! Both of you! What’re you even doing here?”

You slipped your arms around your dad’s neck, leaning down to rest your chin on his shoulder. “We got bored.”

“So you gate-crashed my date?”

“Nope,” Mark corrected, reaching for the bottle of lemonade on the desk and waggling his eyebrows. “Double date!”

There was a hard thump as Derek’s head hit the wood. 

Grey's Masterpost

[lizamango]

Bone Dry Cappuccino (Mark McSteamy Sloan x Reader)

A/N I started Grey’s a week ago and now I’m on Season 4 and obsessed so 

this is drabble and it’s not even good I just had to put it down but maybe I’ll write part 2?

Summary: You work at the cafeteria and one of your customers loves your bone-dry cappuccino

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Warnings: None

You turn around to see one of your favourite customers waiting in line.

“Dr. Karev,” you smile. “What can I get you?”

“Uh, a bone-dry cappuccino, please Y/N.”

You frown at the unfamiliar request. “Trying something new?” you ask as you prepare a disposable cup and press the espresso button on the machine, pull the lever and as it pours the coffee into the cup you froth up some milk.

He chuckles, “no it’s for my new boss… what a drama queen he’s some hot shot in New York.”

“Oh? What’s his service?”

“Plastics. So I gotta suck up to ‘im.”

You plop the foam into the cup until it’s full and put a lid on top, turning to face Dr. Karev. “Here you are.”

“So uh… what the hell is a bone-dry cappuccino anyway?” he places a $5 note on the counter.

“Little bit of coffee and milk and whole lotta air,” you shrug, putting the note into the cash register.

“Thank you, Y/N.”

You smile as he walks away and you address the next customer.

-

“Usual, Dr. Karev?” you ask as he approaches your counter.

“For me? No, for the hot shot? Yes please,” he grumbles.

You laugh as you start to make the bone-dry cappuccino.

“Why is a drink $5 anyway? It’s mostly air in there, you said it yourself,” he rambles.

“What did he do now?” you humour him as you allow him to vent to you.

The intern scoffs, “the guy’s got me on sutures. That’s grunt work. I’m not a grunt. He won’t let me scrub in for surgery and he’s got me in the pit. Can you believe that?”

“Why don’t you just go back to Dr. Montgomery-Sherpherd?”

“It’s just Montgomery now. And I don’t wanna be in with the gynies and the peds. I wanna go into plastics.”

You cover up the cup with a lid and hand it to him. “Chin up,” you say encouragingly as he pays.

“See ya,” he mumbles walking away.

-

You sit at a table on your break trying to study for your psych exam as you hear Alex at the counter ordering… surprise, surprise a bone-dry cappuccino.

“You on break?” he asks you from across the cafeteria.

“No, I’m getting paid to sit here and look pretty,” you smirk.

He rolls his eyes. “You know you lose points when you know you’re attractive right?”

“Oh? Who says?” you raise a brow. “A man?”

“I’m gonna… shut up now.” He’s handed the drink by the barista on shift and waves goodbye to you.

You get back to studying for your test but are interrupted. You look up and see Alex meeting your gaze.

“Can I help you Dr. Karev?”

“You gotta make a bone-dry cappuccino.”

You frown and close your textbook. “What?”

“You gotta make a bone-dry cappuccino,” he repeats.

“You just came down for one?”

“Okay well my boss is psycho apparently and he could tell it wasn’t you who made it.”

“Karev, I have an exam to study for.”

“Y/N, I’m asking you nicely. Please. He’s doing a leg reattachment this afternoon and I gotta scrub in for that. I’m goin’ through withdrawl. Please make him that stupid cappuccino.”

“This is crazy,” you say in agreement as he pulls you up by the arm and leads you to the counter.

You make the drink with an apologetic look to your coworker, hoping they don’t feel insulted but from the looks of their face they really didn’t care.

Karev is bouncing up and down in anticipation as you place the cup on the counter. You wrap up a lemon loaf slice and place it on the counter too. “Here, so he doesn’t get pissed at you.”

“You’re an angel.” He takes the food and rushes to the elevators as you chuckle, going back to studying before your break ended.

Closing time approached so you lock up the register and collect any pastries and cakes that weren’t bought to give away to the local shelters since they were no good to sell the next day anyway. You wipe down all the tables and turn over the chairs so that the janitors could get to the floors once they came in early the next morning.

“Hey, need some help?” you look up and see Alex with a grin on his face.

“Did you get to scrub in?”

“Yeah, thanks. That loaf slice really won him over,” he says as he turns some more chairs.

“That’s good. You owe me $7.”

“Wow –“

“Oh, did you think that was free?” you tease.

“How was your studying?”

“Got through most of it, just wanna forget all about it now.”

He looked like he was going to say something but someone shouts his name.

“Karev, who do we have here?” A man who rivals McDreamy’s hotness walks up to you both in a leather jacket and a smirk.

Alex clears his throat, “Dr. Sloan this is Y/N, Y/N this is my boss.”

You smile and nod. “Nice to meet you Mr bone-dry cappuccino.”

You shake his outstretched hand. “Call me Mark. So you’re the one that makes the mean cup of coffee. Missed you today, Karev brought me something that tasted like dirt at first.”

“Well coffee making is an art. Not a lot of people understand and have the finesse for it,” you play along.

“I was gonna go get a drink at the bar across the street… unwind a little. Care to join?”

You look up at Alex who just smiles at you.

“Sure.”

[misslillianelliott]

WEEKS. DAYS. HOURS. MINUTES.

He knew it was right for her. But that didn’t mean it was what right for him. It had been 4 weeks, 5 days, 16 hours and 22 minutes since he’d kissed her goodbye. But he wasn’t counting. Not on purpose anyway. Sitting at his desk he could help but glance up, hoping by pure chance that she’d be learning against railing, smiling down at him. But unsurprisingly nothing, he couldn’t even conjure up a mirage.

It was 5 weeks, 4 days, 9 hours, and 6 minutes until his computer “pinged”. It was late and he’d sent the team home choosing to take on the brunt of the paperwork. Alone and practically in the dark he froze, uncertain if he could blame the late hour for this dream. Lit by the light of the computer he realised it was wasn’t his imagination, she had really sent him a email. It was a short note, more a demand really.

MY OFFICE. 8.00. TOMORROW. BRING COFFEE AND PHONE.

Ensure exactly what this meant he must have stared dumbfounded at the screen for several minutes. Not one to deny her demands he grabbed his bag and headed for the elevator.

5 weeks, 4 days, 21 hours and 7 minutes after he had said goodbye he was sitting in her office drinking coffee. Hers sitting on the desk with four sugar packets piled next to the cup to add as much as she pleased. He hadn’t been up here since she’d left and it was like he was waiting for her to waltz through the door. Everything was preciously how she’d left it and starring at the elephant he realised exactly how much he missed her. It was like a whole part of his life was gone. He hadn’t quite understood how much he’d come to rely on her, how much time they spent together, how much they shared. Glasses, jumper, secret coffee stash (stopped him from having to drive down to the diner every few hours and was an excuse to come up and see her). She even had her own chair in the basement, lugging it down there had been an ordeal but he didn’t care, because while he was sanding he could glance up and see her there perched cross legged, files in hand chewing on the arm of her glasses. In winter she would pilfer one of his jumpers to wear because it always ‘got so bloody cool down there’. These days it sat waiting on the chair, waiting for it’s true owner to come home. Home... now that wasn’t a word he shared in a while. So lost in this new revolution he almost didn’t here his phone ring.

‘Hey Cowboy...’

5 weeks, 4 days, 22 hours and 14 minutes since he had seen her face but all of 2 minutes since he’d heard her voice he rounded the corner to the bullpen with a newfound energy.

‘I didn’t know she was lost. Unless you know something I don’t. We still got phones right.’

Because it was only 2 weeks, 6 days, 23 hours and 45 minutes until his phone would ring again.

[nanaminsonyfans]

Oh how about Mark finds out about Rex’s shitty home life and they kiss

This is actually a really good idea-

"God! Why are you such a fucking dick!?" Mark yelled at Rex. He was always such a douche, no matter what. Mark always wanted to be there for him but the dickwad wouldnt let him.

"You're always like this! You're such an asshole! Even after i say I love you, you still want to he friends with benefits? I dont want that Rex." His voice got soft, cracking almost from the hurt he held.

"I don't know!" Rex snapped and looked at Mark, hatred in his eyes but not to him. "I never had an amazing family like yours! I was kicked out at 12! You wouldn't know how it feels because up until a few months ago, you had the perfect nuclear family!" He started to cry, trying to wipe the tears away before they fell to the ground. He failed.

"I-...Rex..." He was raised to never judge others, always try to help those in need. He needed to do that now.

Mark wrapped his arms around Rex as he cried. His heart hurt for the other. "Rex, I'm here. I love you." "No you dont." The other mumbled and held onto Mark's shirt

"I do..." He mumbled and cupped Rex's cheeks, kissing him softly.

a/n; idk wtf this is but i needed my boys to be happy

[neoheros]

when bakugo heard the first attack, his initial instinct was to look for you. his arms immediately ducking you down as he envelops his hands against your head.

his heart was racing— they were being attacked and the pro heroes were on the other side of campus for their event.

“katsuki, let go— ow—” you tried to move under his grasp but he wouldn’t budge.

there was panic in his eyes, you could clearly see that. sweat trickled from his temples and you force his head to look at you.

the crimson gaze he gave you was both full of worry and anger at the same time.

you flinch as you hear the next shot, wondering if anyone’s gotten up to fight the villains yet. you take a huge breath, steadying your breathing to get a hold of your boyfriend’s attention, “we need to help.”

he blinks, realization setting in and his lips purse in a tight scowl. he gives you a curt nod, readying his stance to fight back.

he looks at you one last time before seeing his fellow 1A friends in the crowd getting ready to defend, he’s muttering but you hear it loud enough.

“don’t get hurt, got that?” he tells you and even if your heart was stammering against your chest, you felt compelled to smile a bit at his statement.