#amelia shephered

[oneshotnewbie]

guess who’s baaaaack !! tis i ur fav anon /j

okay but on a semi-serious note,, i’m so sorry for not popping in i’ve been SWAMPED with BTEC performing arts work </3 i’ve also been starting to watch greys anatomy & private practice….. soooo hear me out :3

possessive/dark!amelia shepherd x fem!reader angst to toothrotting-fluff <33 write to your hearts content w/ my request <333

- ❤️‍🩹 anon <333

Authors note: Maybe it's not what you wanted, but I had some real problems with this request. Maybe it's not the possessiveness that you were hoping for, but I really didn't know what to write ♥

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The living room, lit by lightning in a twilight state from a distant world, was filled with a tense atmosphere as you and Amelia faced each other. Your eyes met in a storm of anger and frustration, and every flash that twitched through the window was like a strike from heaven, adding more tone to the tornado of emotions raging between the two of you.

You stood with your arms crossed, your lips pressed into a thin line while your expression was stone. A tremor ran through your body, every muscle fiber tense with disappointment. The neurosurgeon, on the other hand, appeared calm, but her eyes sparkled with repressed emotion, her posture stiff with clenched fists and white knuckles that showed unrelenting tension. Her forehead erupting with wrinkles.

The air was thick with unspoken words, hanging between you like a heavy curtain of conflict as the lightning burst through the window shutters with loud rattling noises every second. Only in this brief, ephemeral brightness did the contours and outlines of your faces emerge in the pale light.

"That's ridiculous!" you roared, voice shaking with suppression. The words came out like an eruption from a long-dammed volcano, its lashing magma pouring down on the world and burying everything beneath it. "You can't just keep going and expect everything to be okay!"

"And what exactly do you expect from me?" Amelia shouted back exploding, breathing quick and shallow. Each word was like a punch in the air, the room literally shaking with the tension of each syllable while the coldness of her voice made the room icy and more frightening.

Your body language spoke louder than any words as you took a few steps forward, your jaw clenched tightly while your eyebrows were drawn deep into your forehead. Every muscle was tense, as if anger was manifesting itself in every part of your body and coursing through every vein. But the woman on the other side did not back away, stood with her head held high, her chest rising and falling quickly, her gaze challenging and yet full of pain.

Tears welled up in your eyes, the emotions boiling inside you like a raging storm. "I tried to explain to you how important this is to me, but you never listen to me when it comes to my needs!" you sobbed, your voice broken by the weight of the conflict. "This is so important to me and you act like you don't care!"

“Y/n, you’re completely exaggerating!” Amelia replied with firmness that hardly seemed to shake, but the undertone betrayed a hint of pain. Biting her lip hard, she looked away for a moment before looking steadily into your glassy eyes.

There was an unbearable silence in the room that separated the two of you further and was heavier than the words you had exchanged. The tension was like an invisible barrier between the two of you, yet it was palpable like an impenetrable fog. It stopped the two of you from approaching each other.

You burst into more tears, your body shaking with emotional exhaustion. "I can't accept that you see it that way. I can't go on like this anymore, it just hurts too much," you whispered, your trembling voice barely audible, your words cutting through the air like an icy wind. You swallowed hard, tears shining on your cheeks.

Amelia's shoulders suddenly dropped, her stomach sinking at the realization of what was coming. The expression on her face went from unfathomable anger to despair and disbelief as she lowered her gaze to the ground, a hint of regret growing in her eyes. "Y/n, please. Don't do this,"

“Maybe we should take a break,” you finally murmured, your voice thick with tears and filled with a painful thought about the rift that had hung over the two of you for months. "To give us clarity as to whether it all still makes sense."

Your words hung in the air as you both remained in a moment of paralysis, hearts heavy with the weight of the argument and the uncertainty about the future of your relationship. As it did, each flash cast an eerie glow across the walls and the shadows danced in wild patterns as if trying to mimic the relentless rhythm of your hearts. The natural spectacle seemed to plunge it into deepest darkness that triggered something in Amelia that she couldn't describe.

She walked towards you with slow steps before standing so close to you that a piece of paper barely fit between you. Her hand placed delicately and carefully on your wet cheeks, her fingers gently stroking your chin. "Am," you stated, knowing that settling an argument like that made things much worse and in no way solved the main issue. "We should really-"

"I hope you know that I'm only yours, right? Only yours," her dark and rough voice was deep with restraint as she whispered gently in your ear, her warm breath speeding up your heartbeat. Amelia already had you trapped and pressed between the wall and her own body, while her hand wandered dangerously close to your neck, ghosting over your delicate skin in slow motion. "Just because I work with a woman who flirts more than she works doesn't mean I reciprocate. I only belong to you.“

Her gaze flicked to your lips and she smiled dangerously at you. With the pad of one of her thumbs, she stroked your curved, provocatively attractive lips. Your breath hitched as the small touch sent a flutter of nerves to your stomach, goosebumps forming all over your body. Still, the anger, pain, and frustration of seeing Amelia and Eliza like that still lingered deep in your heart, an image you couldn't get out of your head. „Mhm,“

"Come on, y/n. Don't be naive. She just wants to get laid," you swallowed hard, blood rushing through your cheeks as she uttered the last sentence and your jealousy continued to skyrocket. „But the only one who will is you.“ she added to the previous sentence in a single shallow breath and a husky voice that made your knees tremble. 

Amelia´s hand shifted under your jaw before leaving trails of tingles, making you look directly in the warmth of her dark chocolate eyes. She laughed humorously as she ran her long fingers through your hair. „Y/n,“ she breathed, tightening her grip at the back of your head and you gulped, needing relief from the tension holding your body.

The world dropped away. Everything around you was a single blur, the only thing you could clearly focus on was her eyes locked on your own and the drumming of your pulse in your ears. You lifted a shaky hand to her chest, hearing her heart pounding rapidly against your palm. Her tongue darted across her lip, catching your gaze before our lips connected.

The kiss was slow, as though you both were content with savouring the waves of pleasure that washed over you. Amelia´s fingers on your hips shifted to trace your spine softly, the silent act of comfort warmed your hears as you tried to relax before she pulled away from you. "I'm sorry, my love. I don't want to lose you,"

[masoncarr2244]

[celiamae99]

Addicted

I walked down the hallway fast, completely ignoring Andrew. I didn’t want anything to do with him.

“Hey, wait!” He ran after me, catching my arm as we made a stop in the ER.

“Leave me alone!” I begged him, tugging my arm away. “I don’t want to talk to you about this. I just want Amelia!”

“Just talk to me,” He grabbed my hand again and squeezed. “I can understand. I can help you. I can take care of you! You just have to let me.”

“No!” I stopped, turning around angrily. “No, you don’t get it.” I yelled. “You won’t ever get it Andrew! You aren’t addicted the way I am,” I whispered yelled at him.

“I can if you just talk to me about your drinking!” He yelled at me and all the eyes in the room turned to me. Amelia. Meredith. Owen. Richard. Miranda. Maggie. Jackson. April. Arizona. Callie. Penny. Ben. Stephanie. Alex. Jo. All their eyes, they were on me.

“How could you,” I whispered, betrayal heavy in my voice. “How could you?” I repeated my question.

“Sarah...” He whispered, knowing he messed up.

I shook him off and walked away quickly.

“I didn’t mean to --” I heard him tell Carina.

“You don’t get to go after her.” Amelia said.

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I walked into the on-call room and sat on a bed where I started sobbing quietly. All I wanted was a drink. Just a drink of vodka. Or tequila.

“You’re okay,” Amelia told me sitting next to me.

“I just want to drink.” I cried. “I want to forget.”

“You can’t sweetie, you can’t.”

“Amy, I want to though,” I cried up at my sister’s sister. She put my head on her shoulder and held me tightly. “I just want a drink!” Amelia and I stayed there for what felt like hours, but it was only 20 minutes. Amelia’s pager went off and she went to the ER for her neuro consult.

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I stayed silently in the room. I stared blankly at the wall in front of me. Trying my best not to get up and go across the street to the bar and order a shot of tequila.

Richard came and sat down next to me. “Amelia said you might not want to be alone.”

I let out a shaky breath. “I was doing so well,” I whispered. I knew if I talked louder my voice would betray me.

“Did you drink?” I cried lightly. “When was your last drink?”

“Two days ago,” I cried. “I tried so hard, but Arizona had the alcohol down and was drinking with April. I couldn’t handle it. So, when they went to bed, Andrew was still on shift, and it was close to 2AM, and I just… I couldn’t.”

“It’s okay. You can still come back from this.”

“I can’t! I won’t be able to! I’m not strong enough. Last time I had Derek, and a sponsor, now my sponsor is dead, and Derek is dead and the whole hospital knows that I have a drinking problem!” I started hyperventilating. “I am all alone. I have nobody in my corner.”

“Hey, you do have people in your corner. You have me, and Amelia, and Andrew and Meredith. You are not alone.” I let out a sob before leaning into Richard. “Why don’t we get you cleaned up, a cup of coffee, one of those iced nasty ones, and then we can go to a meeting, okay?” I nodded before hugging him tightly.

“Thanks for not leaving me alone.”

———— "You didn’t tell me your sponsor died,” Amy told me after our AA meeting. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“What was I supposed to say? ‘Hey Amy, my sponsor died exactly one year after our brother died, let’s talk?’ Yeah, that would have gone so well.”

“You can talk to me.” Amy told me. “You can always talk to me, okay? There isn’t anything you can’t tell me. We are sisters. We are in this together. You are not alone.”

“I know I’m not alone. But I also know you have been through just as much as me, if not more, and I didn’t want to put that on you.”

“But that’s what we do! We give each other our crap. There has never been another person who understands me the way that you do. You tell me when crap hits the fan, okay?”

I nodded slowly before she went over to her sponsor. I sighed before Richard walked over to me. He put his arm around me and held me tightly to his side. “You’ll get through this.” I turned my face into his chest and sighed deeply.

“Can we get pancakes?” I looked up and smiled slightly.

“You know we can.”

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“Scoot,” Meredith hit my leg from where I was sitting in the living room watching the news. I glared at her before shaking my head and going back to the news. “Scoot!” She hit me with her case file. “Don’t make me ask you again, Mini Shepherd.”

I huffed before grabbing my blanket tightly and scooting over. “What do you want?” I rolled my eyes at Meredith.

“I want to know why you’re being stupid and pushing Andrew away when we both know how much you love him.” I huffed at Meredith before ignoring her and going back to my TV show. “Listen you can ignore me all you want but know that I’m here because I want to be here no because you’re Derek’s sister, you’re also my family and I love you just as much as he did, if not more. You’re just as much my family as you are Derek’s.” I sighed deeply and leaned my head on Meredith’s shoulder. “And you’re watching crappy TV and somebody needs to save you before you die from all the stupidity.”

I giggled before handing her the remote. “There’s nothing on TV though,” I pouted, shoving some of Derek’s old blanket on her.

“Well, we have this thing called Netflix. And they have the newest season of Madam Secretary on it.”

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The next day at work, I was on pediatrics with Alex.

“Deluca, he’s into you. Like really into you.”

“Alex don’t.”

“I’m just saying, he’s into you the way I’m into Jo and the way that Derek was into Meredith. Don’t let that go.”

“He doesn’t understand my addiction and he doesn’t understand why I don’t like to talk about it.”

“You talk about it to me.”

“Because you’re – you. You’re my Alex.”

“Well as you’re Alex, I’m telling you to not let Deluca go. He loves you as much as Henry loves Bes.”

“Shut up.”

“I’m just telling you.” We rounded on our next patient and that ended our conversation.

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“Can you look at this chart, please,” Andrew asked me. I glanced up at him from where I was sitting at the nurse’s station. “Arizona has me prepping for this fetal surgery and I have no idea what I’m doing.”

I grabbed the chart from him and glanced at him before flipping it over. “You’re handwriting needs work. A lot of work.”

“Yeah, well, you’ve been telling me that since my first day.”

“And you haven’t made any improvements. In the handwriting department.”

“I think everything looks to be in order for this surgery. Arizona is doing a riskier surgery than I would but I understand why she’s doing it. You’re lucky to be scrubbing in.”

“I was going to ask you to go to Joe’s after this but can we get burgers and go back to my place? Or your place?”

“Andrew –”

“We can watch Madam Secretary. You can tell me about your day, I’ll get lectured by Alex and Meredith, Amelia will end up crashing for about 20 minutes, just like normal?”

“We can talk in the car,” I said off handedly. “It might be good for us to do that.”

“And you can eat my fries.”

“And maybe we can go to that ice cream place and get the –”

“Peanut butter banana with hot fudge,” He finished my sentence and I beamed at him.

“I have a meeting to go to tomorrow.” I said, “Maybe you could drive me?”

“I could do that.” He told me, stroking my hair.

“Great, I would really love that.” I told him with a smile, leaning into his hand.

“Well, I have to scrub in two hours so I should go prep.” He said, sighing. He stood up to get ready to go to the lab.

I stood up quickly, grabbing his wrist and pulled him tightly against my body. My hands wove their way into his hair, and I tugged his face to mine. His hands found their way to my back and he gripped me. “Maybe instead of going to the lab, you could join me in the on-call room?” I briefly pulled away before pulling him back to me.

“How could I ever say no to you?”

[scorsoneamelia]

we get addison and amelia back so soon she’s going to meet scout and i’m already crying can u guys hear me

[omeliaendgame]

Superhero Amelia

Hey Omelia-Fans :-)  I´m back with a new story (Who would´ve guessed?!)!!! I know it´s short but I hope you´ll like it! 

„Good morning“, Owen greeted Amelia when she showed up in their kitchen. „Good morning“, she yawned and he gave her a cup of coffee. „You are my hero, today!“, she said gratefully. „Only today?“, Owen grinned and raised an eyebrow. „Yep. Just today. The other days I´m the hero“, she joked. „Right. Superhero Amelia, flies around the hospital and saves brains from dying“, he said and they both laughed. „When does your next mission start?“, Owen asked still with an amused tone. „Oh, I´m helping a brain not to be defeated by a cruel medulloblastoma at 9am“, she answered. „Sounds very exciting. And does superhero Amelia need a ride to the hospital from her amazing husband?“ Owen waved the car key and tossed Amelia her jacket. „Superhero Amelia would be very delighted about that“, Amelia stated and started to put on her jacket and shoes. „Come on.“, Owen, who was ready to go, pushed Amelia while he opened the door. „Why the hurry?“, Amelia answered and looked at him irritated. „Why so grumpy? Didn´t the coffee work?“, Owen teased her. Amelia grimaced. „No, apparently not.“ She took a deep breath and moaned. „I´m gonna need another one.“ That made Owen laugh. „Well you can get another one at the hospital, let´s go“, he said then.

5 hours later, Owen was working at the emergency department, when he saw Amelia rushing to the nurse´s station. She at down and typed some lines in the computer. „Hey.“, Owen said. „Owen!“, Amelia exclaimed, „You can´t scare me like that.“ „Sorry.“, he said briefly and placed his hand on the backrest of her chair. „What do you want?“, Amelia asked annoyed. “Still grumpy, huh?”, he chuckled. “Okay, if you have nothing useful to say, leave me alone!”, Amelia snapped at him without turning around. „Okay what´s wrong?“, he asked. „What do you mean?!“, Amelia said and began to type faster on the keyboard, „Just let me do my work!“ Owen kept silent and tried to figure out what she was working on. He saw a patient file. „Toby Phillips… did you operate on him?“, he asked. „Can you stop asking me that questions? Go away, Owen...“, Amelia said. Owen rolled his eyes and then he turned her chair, so that he could see her face. „Talk to me, Amelia! Are you mad at me?“ Amelia stared at him for a while and lowered her head then. „No...no, I´m not mad at you.“, she said quietly, „I´m mad at myself...“ Owen exhaled and sat down next to her. „I couldn´t remove that tumor… And this 6-year old boy will not survive for long.“, she told him. “I´m sorry.”, Owen said. „And chemo or radiotherapy won´t help?“, Owen asked carefully. „The tumor is too big and agressive. I failed. Toby will die because of me.“, Amelia said. „Amelia, it´s not your fault! Come on, Toby´s chance to survive this was already low.“, Owen tried to comfort her after she showed him the scans. He knew, she was a perfectionist, and that she always wanted to save everyone. But that was just not realistic. „I could have saved him.“, she said discouraged. Owen touched her arm. He had been at this point. Every doctor had been at this point. „He will have pain for the rest of his short life… He´s only six! Why, why is the universe so cruel?! Toby is the sweetest, joyous and kindest little boy.“, Amelia said close to tears. Owen looked at her compassionately. He knew exactly how she was feeling. „That´s not fair, I know...“, he said. Then he took her hand and smiled slightly. „I love you. I love that you want to help everyone, that you would never stop fighting for someone. But you can´t save everyone! It´s not possible. You need to stop to blame yourself.“  „And look who´s talking“, she said, but smiled too. „Yeah, we all have to learn a lot.“, Owen said. He stood up and took her hand. „Come with me.“ „Why?“, Amelia asked confused. „Superhero Amelia needs to replenish her powers.“, he answered and winked at her. She raised her eyebrows. „She does?“ „Yes, absolutely. A pizza will make all her troubles vanish.“, Owen stated. „Oh, really? But first Superhero Amelia needs to take a shower.“, Amelia said and stopped. She looked at Owen´s blue eyes. How did she deserve this man?! „I love you too.“, she said and kissed him.

[theshepherdandthehunter]

Can’t believe this blog is emerging from its grave, an anti-Owen space just from the GIFS coming through on my dash.

Haven’t even watched the show in months but holy did they fuck up his character. I feel bad for Kevin McKidd lmao.

[private-practice-fan]

mcsatan:

fuckyeah-privatepractice:

Amelia: I tried calling Derek. Actually, I called and emailed. He’s ignoring me, so the only way I can find out how he’s doing is to call my mother, who lectures me on how I should call my brother, which means I have to get off the phone before I find out how he’s doing. Addison: He’s doing fine.  Amelia: What, you’ve heard from him? Addison: Yes, Amelia. I… Amelia: Well, that kinda says it all doesn’t it?  [Amelia walks away] 

Private Practice, 4x01 “Take Two”

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mcsatan:

fuckyeah-privatepractice:

Amelia: I tried calling Derek. Actually, I called and emailed. He’s ignoring me, so the only way I can find out how he’s doing is to call my mother, who lectures me on how I should call my brother, which means I have to get off the phone before I find out how he’s doing. Addison: He’s doing fine.  Amelia: What, you’ve heard from him? Addison: Yes, Amelia. I… Amelia: Well, that kinda says it all doesn’t it?  [Amelia walks away] 

Private Practice, 4x01 “Take Two”

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mcsatan:

fuckyeah-privatepractice:

Amelia: I tried calling Derek. Actually, I called and emailed. He’s ignoring me, so the only way I can find out how he’s doing is to call my mother, who lectures me on how I should call my brother, which means I have to get off the phone before I find out how he’s doing. Addison: He’s doing fine.  Amelia: What, you’ve heard from him? Addison: Yes, Amelia. I… Amelia: Well, that kinda says it all doesn’t it?  [Amelia walks away] 

Private Practice, 4x01 “Take Two”

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