#V. 001 :: ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʷᵃˢ ᶠᵒᵘʳ ʳᵘᶫᵉˢ⁻⁻ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵃᶦᵈ ᶠᶦᵛᵉ

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@mcbastardd sent: ❛ we can't keep doing this. ❜  /// 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

george was right. they couldn't keep doing this, having the same argument, going around in the same circle. if she were a better person lexie would be able to tell him that she was proud of him, that what he was doing was selfless and noble, that he had her support. but lexie grey is an imperfect person, an imperfect person with selfish fears rooted in abandonment issues. they are fears fueled further by the very real memory of nearly losing him once, of her only friend being hurt beyond recognition.

❝ i know, it's just⎯⎯ ❞ she so desperately wants to find the right words, anything that would convince him to stay, to keep george from going off to a war that he might not come back from. ❝ i can't⎯⎯ ❞ she hesitates, a hand quickly wipes away tears that welled in her eyes before they trailed down her face. ❝ george, i can't lose you. ❞

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“It probably won’t cook right, and I’ll probably end up just eating it with a spoon.”

**“**  oh,   come on**_!!_**  **”**   sure,    maybe being an intern didn’t leave a lot of time for baking,   nor was she generally very good at it,    but this was a recipe lexie knew inside and out.   one she’d made a thousand and a half times with her mom.   **“**  you don’t need eggs to make good brownies.  **”**>>>

@nctwearingthct // its aries season, baby !!

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❛ oh, don’t tease me now. ❜

meme // accepting!! // @defectivenightmares“  hmm?  ”   a feigned look of innocence slipped over her,   as if her hips weren’t pressed against his ever so slightly,   as fingers traced patterns on the skin just above the waistline of his pants.   “  i just thought��  ”   hips shift,   pressing against him more as she leaned forward,   pressing a soft, quick kiss against his lips.   “  — that i’d kiss my incredibly wonderful boyfriend and let him know just how much i missed him while i was in portland visiting my sister.  ”

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     exhausted seemed like too small of a word to describe just how tired she was,   a combination of a late night at work and an even later,   louder,   night at home.    it’s something that if it were molly in front of her lexie’d be talking about.   but it’s not.   “  meredith,   i just---   i really don’t have it in me to go the whole five rounds with you today,  ”

@greyslegacy // starter call !!

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“  what------  no,   pfft.  ”   she’s like a kid caught with her hand half in the candy drawer.   red handed and trying to deny it.  “  that’s not---   i---   what gave you that idea?  ”

@sheshcphcrd​ // starter call !!

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❝You just threw up 3 times, you’re not fine!❞ (from a concerned mark)

meme // accepting!! // @stcrstvff“  mark,   it’s nothing really,   just—   a stomach bug or something,  ”   part of her knew that wasn’t true,   that waking up and feeling this kind of crappy every day for the better part of a week wasn’t nothing,   that it wasn’t just some bug.   tiredness,   cramping,  headaches,   nausea,   and now the actual act of throwing up,   it was the unfortunate timing of the flu right before she started her period,   it’s what lexie had convinced herself of because,   god,   the other possibility wasn’t something she was anywhere near ready for.    “  i’m—  ”   back resting against the cool tile of the bathroom floor,   there’s nothing she wanted less than having to get up,   to have to go out and face the day.    there’s a huff as she moved to sit back up,   an idea her empty stomach didn’t agree with.  “  i’m going to be late for work,   and i really don’t want to start my day off with doctor yang being  p i s s e d  at me.  ”

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tag drop!!

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@plcstics​ // sc.

“ you have the day off and i have the day off, what’s stopping us from staying in this hotel room- ” a soft smile crossed her expression as lexie propped herself up on her side. “ ordering takeout and watching dumb movies? ”

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‘are you okay in there?’

meme // accepting!! // @dirtyexmistress“ i’m- i’m not okay, ” lexie admitted, her voice just loud enough to be heard from behind the closed door.  christmas time used to be one of her favorite times of the year, coming home to seattle, a house filled with the smell of baking cookies, her mom burning at least one part of christmas dinner.  this year it just reminded her of how much she missed her mom,  how her dad would probably forget to even call,  that molly was off with her happy little family.  “  i-  i just need a minute. ”

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@defectivenightmares // xxx

the softness, the tenderness, that was in the simple act of kissing her fingertips, a side of mark sloan that lexie had never expected to see. the way her heart skipped a beat every time his lips touched her fingertips, the swell of emotions, it proved to herself just how much she had fallen for him in such a short amount of time. it didn’t matter how fast she had fallen for him, the reputation he had, just how easily she could get hurt. what mattered in that moment was how comfortable she was, the way the rest of the world was so easily put aside. setting her cup of coffee down on the nightstand there was a soft smile as she pulled her hand out of his, gentle lips replacing her fingertips against his lips.

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tag drop part four