#greys anatomy AU????

[sunflowerrex]

I’m rewatching greys anatomy (for literally the 800th time) and I can’t get over this cute idea in my head of Eli being an intern and Thrawn being an attending so here’s this SUPER sloppy quick doodle of intern Eli bc I needed to get some of it out of my system

So like Eli isn’t top of his class but he tries SO hard and everyone likes him but he’s not super close w anyone, except like 2 other interns who are assigned to the same resident as him (obvi bad bitch resident Karyn)

And Thrawn is SUPER closed off and no one wants to get close w him bc he scares them

And all the other interns are bat shit TERRIFIED of thrawn but he sees something in Eli and goes out of his way to get Eli on his cases and if you know greys anatomy it’s very Burke and Cristina

If I felt more confident in my writing I would 100% make a fic of this but in the future I’m most def gonna make lil drabbles n stuff bc this makes my heart so happy

[gumisbwunni]

Attending Surgeon Gojo

cw: age gap, suggestive; I've been rewatching Grey's Anatomy

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Attending Gojo, whose looks are just a bonus. He is the best in his field—the person people turn to when they want to feel good about themselves. The go-to for burns and reconstruction.

Attending Gojo, who is loaded with money. His generational wealth comes from his grandfather, a brilliant surgeon, making his choice to be a plastic surgeon almost comedic.

Attending Gojo, known as the “nice” attending. He helps all the interns because he remembers what it was like to be one.

Attending Gojo, on whose service you find yourself. He makes sure to give you one of his best cases just to impress you, his favorite intern.

Attending Gojo, who can’t help but grin when he catches the way you look at him—your doe eyes wide with awe as he performs one of the hardest sutures.

Attending Gojo, who doesn’t mind giving you his tip(s). You asked him so sweetly, and how could he deny his cute intern?

Attending Gojo, who loves the drama around the hospital. He’ll stand at the coffee cart, shamelessly listening to the nurses gossip.

Attending Gojo, who loves being an attending. He enjoys the power he holds over you, the way he can instill just a hint of fear. But more than that, he loves getting you into amazing surgeries—and how you repay him later in the on-call room, riding him like your life depends on it.

Attending Gojo, the head of his department and a majority shareholder in the hospital. He won’t hesitate to take on pro bono cases if it’s for a good cause. He loves helping people.

Attending Gojo, who keeps you close as his intern. He knows he shouldn’t, but you make it too easy for him. The other interns hate how he favors you.

Attending Gojo, who loves how you look in his dark blue or scrubs. Even more, he loves when you’re under his desk, taking him in your mouth as he reviews cases, claiming it's to "help you".

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Do more of the injuries come from Vi or Caitlyn? I'd guess Vi, but I'm curious

I imagine all the wound on their left side are from vi cause she tried to cover herself from the explosion with her left side.

Cait’s wounds come more from impact wounds. I imagine the the impact of the explosion pushed against her body and also she was carrying a box with a bunch of metal stuff so, probably that all hit her in or into the chest area… that why the masks and breathing help.

They probably got some broken ribs or collapsed lung

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[ifitmeanslosingyouthenno]

no wait wait

greys anatomy au

in which neil's life goes VERY differently, nathan isnt a serial killer, there’s no mafia or anything behind him, and exy exists but it's not the focus of his life no

he just really wants to be a surgeon

nathan is still very abusive and both mary and nathan are famous surgeons idk

and they live with nathan until he almost kills neil one time and the neighbors call the cops because they hears a huge commotion and wrre worried

but anyway

nathan is locked up behind bars, they move states (cali maybe?), neil does pre med and then he goes to med school and

and mary gets diagnosed with early onset alzheimers, and its advancing very very fast

neil changes his name at some point, obviously not wanting to be wesninski, but not wanting the fame of the hatford last name either

and since mary barely recognizes him anymore why not drop both last names anyway

so neil josten is born

and he gets in the residency program in palmetto, known for its excellent surgeon program despite its slightly problematic history

the first night neil gets to palmetto, he goes to a random bar bc he's fucking nervous and he's leaving mary at a nursing home and he cant believe he's gotten this far

a couple hits on him at the bar tho, and well he's never swung before for anyone, but something about these men lures him in that he can't help but be just as into them as they seem into him

they talk and talk and talk for such a long time, and eventually when they ask him if he wants to go home with them he says yes and well yeah lmao he gets literally railed an inch from his life thst night, its literally the best day of his entire life

the next morning he runs out of there before they get up because he panics bc he actually wants these men and he CANT have anyone, bc he has too much baggage in his mind and he's scared and-

and he starts his internship that morning so he rushes to his shitty apartment and rushes to get ready and he runs to the hospital he's going to be working on for the next like 6 years and oh shit

oh no

ohhhhh no

the men are here

they WORK here

they are both his SUPERIORS

kevin is THE kevin day first year neurosurgeon fellon who invented a method to cure xxx in his residency

and andrew is andrew minyard, the medical student with the highest score on the xxx test, remarkable despite still being a surgical resident and oh fuck

they both work here

neil is fucked

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Greys Anatomy AU - Lilliana at Seattle Grace Pt 4

What Lena doesn't know, however, is that Meredith overheard what Lena had told Lexie. About Lex, about Lillian, about the slap. The similarities to her own experiences rile her up, to the point that when Lexie tells her about Lena's resignation, Meredith storms into the chief's office the very next day.

"I quit."

Webber stares at her, then frowns. "If this is about Dr. Luthor..."

"If you hire that woman, I'm gone."

That's all she gives before blowing out of the room in a cloud of steaming anger. And then, as word of Meredith's ultimatum spreads, the dominoes start to fall.

One by one, the residents closest to Meredith deliver their own intent to resign if Lillian were hired. Even Christina, as much as it pains her, joins the movement.

"Let me guess, Yang," Webber drawls when Christina shows up in his office. "You refuse to work with Lillian Luthor."

Stiff and patently uncomfortable, Christina nods. "Yes."

Webber scowls. "You don't seem the type to sacrifice you career for an intern."

"I'm not," Christina says sharply.

The chief studies her for a long moment, then sighs. "Then this is about Grey, now."

Christina neither confirms nor denies, and Webber senses an opening.

"What is this really about?" he asks, leaning his elbows against his desk. "No one so far has been willing to give an actual reason I shouldn't hire Lillian."

Christina hesitates. "It's not for me to tell, sir." When Webber continues to pin her with a hard stare, she relents.

"Knowing what you knew about Ellis Grey, would you have offered her a job at the same hospital as Meredith?"

Webber's glare deepens. "Lillian Luthor does not have Alzheimers."

"I'm not talking about the Alzheimers, sir."

A punctuated and heavy silence fills the room, prompting Christina to escape as quickly as possible.

"I have a surgery to get to. Sir," she tacks on, hastily, before turning on her heel and disappearing out the door.

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The next day, the chief's door opens again, this time admitting Lillian Luthor herself. Chief Webber turns from where he'd been staring out his window over the lobby below, and faces his prospective hire with a solemn expression.

"You run a good ship here, Richard," Lillian delivers pleasantly. "I admittedly had some concerns, giving Seattle Grace's recent dip in the rankings. But it seems they were unfounded; I'm actually rather impressed."

"I'm sorry, Lillian," Webber says solemnly. "I'm afraid I have to rescind my offer to have you join us."

Lillian stops, her smile freezing in place. "May I ask why?"

"I was ready to offer you any amount of money to convince you this was the right place for you," Webber continues. "Any equipment, grant funding, whatever it took."

"And yet."

"What I cannot do is replace an entire surgical resident class. Nor an intern who I'm sure you would agree shows great promise."

At that, Lillian's brow creases in consternation. "Excuse me?"

"How you and your daughter relate outside of this hospital is none of my concern. But this is a teaching hospital, Lillian, which means that we need students to teach."

Lillian levels an even gaze towards him. "I see."

"So as much as I would love to have you on this team," Webber, clearly having prepared an entire speech, continues, "if doing so comes at the cost of Seattle Grace's next generation of surgeons, I will have failed not only as Chief of Surgery, but as a teacher, and a mentor.

"It is my job to look to the future, Lillian. And we aren't the future anymore-- they are."

After a long, long moment, Lillian finally smirks.

"You always were a romantic, Richard."

"Hah!" Webber laughs. "I suppose so."

"Well, as disappointed as I may be, I won't fault your judgement. Not when that judgement accepted my daughter into your program."

Webber shakes his head. "Lena wasn't accepted into the program as your daughter, Lillian. She's a gifted doctor in her own right, and I'm certain she'll make an outstanding surgeon."

"Then I'm sure you'll shred her resignation letter?"

"If she's willing to return," Webber allows.

Lillian nods, content. She adjusts the strap of her bag, ready to leave.

"Keep doing what you're doing, Richard," she says. "You're doing an excellent job."

And then she leaves, as poised and elegant as she arrived.

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Lillian doesn't return to her hotel. Instead, she heads to Lena's apartment. Lena answers her knock with a smile on her face, which disappears abruptly at the sight of her unexpected visitor.

"Mother."

They stare at each other for a long moment, until Lillian glances around her. "I'm more than happy to talk here in the corridor, however..."

She knows Lena wouldn't be. Lena has always been quiet, too reserved for a public spectacle-- which Lillian may or may not have attempted to exploit in her own favor at the hospital.

Lena steps aside, and Lillian enters the apartment with an appraising eye. The place is tidy and clean, though lived in, evidenced by the coffee mug forgotten on a side table and a book half buried under a rumpled blanket on the couch.

Lillian drifts to a stop at the threshold of the kitchen area, turning back to face her daughter where she hovered just inside the front door, now closed. Devoid of any medical charts to hide behind, Lena hugs herself, her gaze askance, refusing to meet Lillian's.

Faced with her daughter's clear discomfort, Lillian realizes with a pang that somewhere along the line, she has made a grave mistake.

"Why are you here?" Lena asks in a low, tense voice.

Lillian takes a breath, softening the set of her shoulders.

"I came to Seattle for you, Lena," she says gently. "I realize I haven't been as diligent in checking in with you as I should have been--"

"So you ambushed me at my place of work?!?" Lena snaps, her uneasiness snapping to anger in an instant.

Lillian almost flinches under the sudden heat of it. "Lena..."

"God! Where do you get off?? You ignore me, for *years*, and then expect us to be *coworkers*?!"

"How else was I supposed to connect with you, Lena?"

"My phone number hasn't changed, Mother," Lena hisses scathingly. "You could have tried picking up the fucking phone!"

"Would you have answered?"

Lena stops short, her cheeks reddening. Her jaw tightens stubbornly, but the way she looks away tells Lillian her concern wasn't entirely without merit.

"I know I haven't been the most attentive mother to you, Lena. What, with your brother's condition, and your father..."

Lena visibly stiffens, and Lillian swiftly steers away from the topic.

"Your brother needed me more than you did, sweetheart," Lillian tries again. "You know that."

Lillian sees the flicker of an eyeroll, before Lena closes her eyes in frustration.

"But I see now that our relationship has suffered for it. And now that your brother is doing well, I want to fix that."

Lena's eyes open, giving Lillian a suspicious glance.

"I want to fix us," Lillian repeats, more fervently. "Please, let me try."

As she watches, Lena's lips pull into a frown, shaking her head doubtfully. Still, Lillian persists.

"I declined Richard's offer."

At that, Lena blinks in surprise. "What?"

"It was not my intention to disrupt your life, Lena. Seattle Grace is the right place for you; I won't take that away."

Lena peers at her, plainly suspicious.

"But I'm not ready to give up on this chance to reconnect," Lillian clarifies. "Mercy West is also looking for a cardio-thoracic surgeon, and I intend to accept their offer."

Still, Lena says nothing.

"I won't force you into spending time with me, sweetheart. But I intend to stay, in event that you may be willing to."

When the silence stretches on, Lillian accepts that she won't recieve an answer tonight. That's all right: she's accomplished what she's come here to do.

"I'll let you get back to your evening," she offers gently. Still, she takes out the business card she'd tucked into her pocket earlier, and leaves it facedown on the counter, leaving the handwritten phone number clearly visible.

"My cell," she explains simply. "For whenever you're ready."

With that, she moves towards the door, pausing only long enough to give Lena's arm a small rub as she passes. She closes the door behind her, and takes a deep breath before continuing towards the elevator.

When the doors open, a familiar woman steps out with a pizza box in one hand and two-liter of soda in the other. One of the Grey sisters, Lillian recalls.

The younger woman only pauses long enough to deliver a curt "Dr. Luthor" before moving past Lillian. It's Lillian who turns and calls softly after her.

"You and my daughter," she begins, causing Grey to slow, then turn back. "You're close."

The younger woman says nothing, keeping the truth guarded close to her chest. Lillian nods.

"I'm glad," she says. "Lena deserves good friends."

"Yeah," comes the reply. "She does."

Clearly, this woman was one of the many who apparently had little respect for Lillian. Rather than invite any further condemnation, Lillian gives a nod of farewell, then turns back to the elevator.

"I overheard your son was feeling better," Grey calls. Lillian pauses. "I hope you don't mind me asking, but how long has it been since his last hospitalization?"

Lillian frowns at that. Even so, she reaches back into her memory, if only to appease a woman her daughter clearly feels deeply for.

"Almost six years ago."

Grey's head tilts thoughtfully. "That would be... around the time of Lena's first year of med school. Which was about the last time you heard from her, wasn't it."

It's less a question, and more a statement. The younger woman holds Lillian's gaze, undaunted.

"Odd, don't you think?"

Lillian's gaze narrows, but before she can respond, the moment ends.

"Have a good night, ma'am."

Grey continues her way down towards Lena's door, leaving Lillian to step into the elevator, uncharacteristically off-kilter. But by the time the elevator deposits her on the ground floor, Lillian puts the exchange from her mind.

After all, what would a stranger know about it?

[elliesappetite]

Doctor Williams is in the house (inspired by Grey's Anatomy) - Chapter One

FREE PALESTINE

Rating: 17+ (Age Gap - Ellie is 38, Reader is 28)

Summary: you slept with Ellie Williams after a night out. You're a surgical intern, what could possibly go wrong? (Doctor AU)

a/n: hello readers! I apologise for being AWOL and not continuing this series. I just haven't had energy to continue this series. But i'm back!!!

Tags: Angst, Angst with a happy ending, Fluff, Age Gap

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"Try again, fail again. Fail better." - Samuel Beckett

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You look around, "Only six women out of twenty."

"Yeah. I hear one of them is a model. Seriously, like that's going to help with the respect thing?"

The intern next to you who's tying her hair up out of the way.

"You're...Nora right?"

She nods.

"Which resident you assigned to? Mine's Miller."

Your eyebrows rise. "The Nazi? Me too."

Suddenly a male intern joins the conversation.  "You got the Nazi? So did I. At least we'll be tortured together, right? I'm Owen Moore, uh, we met at the mixer, you had a black dress with a slit up the side, strappy sandals..."

You and Nora exchange looks. "Now you think i'm gay..." "Uh-huh" Nora responds.

Owen clears his throat, as he stumbles over his words. "N-no! I'm not gay, it's...ah...it's just that, you know- you were- I mean- you were very, unforgettable..."

"L/N, Moore, Harris, Abel" A doctor calls out, interrupting the conversation.

"Miller?" You ask the doctor. "End of the hall." The doctor responds.

Suddenly a female doctor, Maria Miller

"That's the Nazi?" Owen comments.

The four of you stare at her before Nora pipes in "I thought the Nazi would be a guy."

"I thought the Nazi would be...the Nazi." You add on.

The fourth intern in the group continues. "Maybe it's professional jealousy. Maybe she's brilliant, and they call her Nazi because they're jealous. Maybe she's nice." Nora turns to her, looking her up and down, "Let me guess. You're the model."

The woman gives Nora a look and turns to Dr. Miller, smiling and extending a hand. "Hi, I'm Riley Abel-"

"I have five rules. Memorize them. Rule number one, don't bother sucking up, I already hate you, that's not gonna change." She indicates to stuff on the bench. "Trauma protocol, phone lists, pagers. Nurses will page you, you answer every page at a run. A run, that's rule number two. Your first shift starts now and lasts forty-eight hours. You're interns, grunts, nobodies, bottom of the surgical food chain, you run labs, write orders, work every second night till you drop and don't complain!" Maria opens the door to a room with a couple of bunk beds. "On call rooms. Attendings hog them, sleep when you can, where you can, which brings me to rule number three, if I'm sleeping, don't wake me, unless your patient is actually dying. Rule number four, the dying patient better not be dead when I get there, not only would you have killed someone, you would have also woke me for no good reason, we clear?"

You raise a hand.

"Yes."

"You said five rules. That was only four."

Suddenly Dr Miller's page beeps. "Rule number five. When I move, you move."

Dr Miller runs down the corridor, followed by you and the three other interns, as she yells at a few doctors blocking the hallway. "Get out of my way!"

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You stand in the hallway, holding the file for your patient, Katie, in your hands, when Dr Miller glances over at you from her office. Her brow furrows, but her voice is sharp, as always.

"Y/N, what is it?"

You glance at the paper in your hands again. "One of my patient's parents have some questions. Should I talk to them, or do I ask Dr Servopoulos?"

Dr. Miller's expression shifts, irritation flashing across her face. "Servopoulos? She's off the case." She shakes her head like she's correcting a student. "The patient belongs to the new attending now. Dr. William's over there," she says, jerking her chin in the direction of the hallway, where a figure stands just out of sight.

You can't see Dr. Williams, but you feel the weight of his presence, the new attending already establishing himself in a place you hadn't expected.

"Dr. Williams?" you repeat, trying to wrap your head around it.

"Yes, Dr. Williams," Dr. Miller responds, her voice thick with that undercurrent of professionalism mixed with something... almost like a challenge. She doesn't say it outright, but you get the sense this is her way of putting the new guy in his place.

You nod and turn toward where you assume Dr. Shepherd is standing, your mind racing. It's going to be an interesting day, you think.

The hospital is quieter now, the constant buzz of activity having faded as night settles in. The fluorescent lights above hum faintly, casting long shadows on the walls as you walk through the hallway. You’re trying to push away the thoughts that keep creeping in, but they won’t leave. Last night—everything about it—keeps replaying in your mind, and no matter how hard you try to focus on your job, it feels impossible to forget. The way she looked at you, the way her touch felt, the pull you couldn’t resist.

You’re not sure what’s worse: the fact that it happened, or the fact that you want it to happen again.

Then, you hear it. Her voice.

"Y/N."

Your heart skips, a shock of recognition jolting through you. You don’t have to turn around to know who it is. Your pulse quickens just hearing her say your name. Slowly, you pivot on your heel, and there she is. Ellie. That same grin from this morning is still there, but there’s something else now—something softer, something you can’t quite read. She steps closer, her eyes locking with yours, the teasing in her gaze replaced by something that feels more... serious.

She doesn’t waste time.

"Dr Williams."

"Dr. Williams? This morning it was Ellie. Now it's Dr. Williams."

Pause.

"So, we’re just going to pretend like nothing happened?"

Your breath catches in your throat. You knew this conversation was coming, but you didn’t know it would feel this real. Every inch of you wants to say something else—anything else—but the words just don’t come.

You swallow hard, forcing your voice to stay even.

“We should,” you say, the words tasting bitter as they leave your mouth. “It’s easier that way.”

Ellie looks at you, her expression unreadable. She takes a step forward, and for a second, you feel a sense of panic wash over you. You’re not ready for this. Not yet. Not when everything is still so confusing.

"Easier for who, exactly?" she asks, her voice low, amused, but there’s an edge to it now. A challenge.

Your throat tightens, and you find yourself looking at the floor, the weight of her gaze too much to handle. You want to run. You want to scream. But you can’t. You’re here, and you have to do this. You have to pretend.

"Better for both of us," you manage to say. "You’re my attending. I’m your intern. That’s all this can be."

She steps closer again, her smile faltering, the teasing in her eyes dimming. There’s something else there now. Something real. Something too hard to ignore.

"Is that really all we are, Y/N?" she asks, her voice soft but firm, a quiet question hanging between you.

You want to deny it. You want to say yes, that it’s simple, that it’s just a professional boundary you can never cross. But the truth feels much more complicated. And the moment she asks, you know you can’t lie anymore.

“Yes," you say, but even you hear the hesitation in your voice. You don’t believe it. Not really.

Ellie’s expression shifts. For a second, you think she might say something else, but instead, she just watches you, her eyes searching yours. She seems like she’s trying to figure something out, something she already knows but is waiting for you to admit.

"You know that’s not true, right?" she says quietly.

Her words hit you harder than you expect. You’re trapped. She’s right, of course. You can’t pretend it didn’t mean something. You know it, and so does she.

You take a shaky breath, the lump in your throat growing bigger. You try to push it down, but it doesn’t go away.

"I can’t be that girl," you whisper, your voice barely audible. "I can’t be the one who makes this a mistake."

Ellie steps back slightly, running a hand through her hair, looking like she’s trying to come to terms with something. The playful smile returns, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. There’s a vulnerability behind it now that makes your chest tighten.

"We both know you’re not the same girl you were last night," Ellie says, her voice quieter now. "But I can’t pretend it didn’t happen, Y/N."

You want to argue with her. You want to say that it doesn’t matter. That it was just a mistake—an accident. But the truth is, it does matter. And the longer you stand here with her, the more you realize that you don’t want to forget it. Not at all.

"But it did happen,” you murmur, as if saying it out loud would make it easier to accept. “And now it’s done. We can’t undo it, but we can pretend it didn’t mean anything."

Ellie doesn’t respond immediately. She just stands there, looking at you, like she’s waiting for you to change your mind, for you to admit that you’re not as sure as you’re trying to act. When she finally speaks, it’s quieter, almost like she’s speaking to herself.

"You’re afraid," she says, and you feel a shiver run down your spine. "That’s what this is, isn’t it? You’re scared to let it be real."

The words strike deep, and you freeze. You want to deny it. You want to say that you’re not scared. But you can’t. Because you are. You’re terrified of what this could mean. Terrified of what you could lose.

"I’m not afraid," you say, but even to your own ears, it sounds like a lie. You can’t look at her, can’t meet her eyes. You’re too exposed.

Ellie steps even closer, and you can feel the tension between you, thick and heavy. You can’t seem to escape it.

"You know," Ellie says, her voice suddenly playful again, though there’s something soft underneath. "I was drunk, vulnerable, and maybe a little too charming last night."

You glance up at her, an eyebrow raised. "Charming?" you ask, a teasing smile playing at your lips despite yourself. "You? I don’t think that red shirt you wore fooled anyone."

Ellie lets out a low laugh, the sound warm and rich, but it’s tinged with something sad. "Maybe not today," she says, leaning in just a little closer, her voice dropping an octave. "But last night? I was very charming. And you definitely took advantage."

You feel a flicker of something in your chest. Is she really teasing you right now? Is she joking about something so serious? You shake your head, trying to laugh it off, but inside, you feel like you’re unraveling.

"You were an attending," you say, voice steady despite the storm brewing inside you. "And I’m just an intern. We can’t be those people."

Ellie’s expression shifts, her playful grin slipping away. There’s something more serious in her eyes now. She steps closer again, her breath warm against your face, her gaze never leaving yours.

"We could be something more," she says, her voice low, almost tentative. "You know that, right?"

The words hit you like a punch to the gut. You want to say something. You want to argue, to explain that it’s impossible, that you can’t let this happen. But when you look at her, you know you can’t.

"You don’t mean that," you say softly, but there’s a question in your voice. You’re not sure you even believe your own words anymore.

Ellie doesn’t answer right away. She just looks at you, her eyes searching, reading every part of you. And then, after a long moment, she speaks again, her voice soft and almost sad.

"Maybe I do," she says. "Maybe I don’t."

You take a step back, the distance between you suddenly feeling unbearable. You need to leave. You need to get out of this before you lose yourself entirely.

"This can’t happen, Ellie," you whisper, your heart pounding in your chest.

Ellie nods slowly, as if she’s already resigned to it. She takes a step back, the playful glint gone from her eyes.

"Okay, Y/N," she says softly, the finality in her voice breaking something inside you.

You turn and walk away, your footsteps echoing in the silence of the empty hall. You don’t look back, even though you know, deep down, you won’t be able to forget her. Not now. Not ever.

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You jog up the stairs, your heart pounding, but you're not in a rush. Not at first. But then you see the nurses, their faces a blur as they rush into Katie's room, and your calm breaks. You start running.

“What took you so long?” one of the nurses calls out, her voice echoing.

“She’s having multiple grand mal seizures! How do you want to proceed? Dr. Y/N? Are you listening? She’s had Diazepam, 2 mg, I gave her another dose just now. You need to tell us what to do. Dr. Y/N!” another voice chimes in.

You grab the chart, your hands shaking as you flip through the pages. The voices blur into the background, and you force yourself to focus.

“Okay, she’s full-on Prazepam?” you ask, trying to keep your voice steady.

“She’s had 4 mg,” one nurse answers quickly.

“Did you page Dr. Miller?” you ask, already thinking ahead.

“The Prazepam’s not working,” another nurse responds, her voice full of concern.

“Phenobarbital. Load her with Phenobarbital,” you command.

“Phenobarbital’s in,” comes the reply.

“No change,” another nurse adds, frustration creeping into her voice.

“You paged Dr. Shepherd, right?” you ask, your tone sharp as the pressure builds.

“I just told you,” the nurse snaps back.

“Well, page him again. Stat,” you say, the panic creeping in as the beeping intensifies.

“Heart’s stopped!” a nurse shouts.

“Code blue! Code blue!” another calls out.

The room erupts into chaos as the defibrillators are wheeled in. You take them without hesitation, your hands steady despite the rush of adrenaline flooding your veins. You’ve done this a thousand times before.

“Charge to two hundred,” you instruct, your voice calm.

“Charged. Clear!” the nurse calls, and you watch as Katie’s body jerks with the shock. The heart monitor remains flatlined.

“Still defib. Nothing,” one nurse reports.

“Charging. 19 seconds,” another adds, her voice tight with anxiety.

“Charge to 300,” you say, your eyes glued to the screen.

“300. Anything? 27 seconds,” the nurse replies, but the flatline remains.

“Charge to 360. Come on, Katie,” you plead, though you know she can’t hear you.

“49 seconds,” a nurse reports.

“At 60 seconds, we have to admit her,” another warns, her voice laced with tension.

“Charge again!” you bark. The nurse hesitates. “Charge again!” you repeat, urgency rising in your chest.

The nurse complies this time, her fingers moving quickly to the machine. You watch, holding your breath as the numbers shift on the monitor. You wait, and then—

“I see sinus rhythm,” one of the nurses exclaims, disbelief in her voice.

“Blood pressure’s coming up,” another confirms, her tone almost hopeful.

“Pressure’s returning… Grid’s coming back,” the third nurse adds.

You let out a breath, but it’s not a sigh of relief yet. Not yet. You’re not done.

The door slams open, and Ellie rushes in, her face tight with stress. Her eyes immediately lock on you.

“What the hell happened?” she demands, her voice cutting through the room.

“She had a seizure, and—” you start, but she interrupts.

“A seizure?”

“Her heart stopped,” you reply, the words almost foreign as they leave your mouth.

“You were supposed to be monitoring her,” she says, her voice tight with accusation.

“I checked on her, and—”

“I got it. Just—just—go.” Ellie doesn’t even let you finish. Her voice is sharp, final. You step back, feeling the weight of his command.

“Someone give me her chart, please?” she says, his attention already shifting to the paperwork.

You turn and walk toward Dr. Miller's office, your mind still buzzing with the aftereffects of adrenaline. You don’t even hear Nora calling after you until she’s right next to you, catching up.

“Y/N, you need to—” Nora says, but you can’t focus on her right now. You just need to get to Dr. Miller.

You reach Dr. Miller's office, and she doesn’t look up as you step inside. She’s focused on something at her desk, but when she sees you, her eyes lock with yours, hard and unyielding.

“You get a 911, you page me immediately,” she says, her voice sharp. “Not five minutes later, not in the middle of the damn emergency. Immediately. You’re on my team, and if somebody dies, that’s my ass.”

She pauses, letting the words settle in the air, her gaze steady and unforgiving.

“You hear me, Y/N?” she demands.

You don’t answer. You can’t. You turn, your body moving automatically, your mind still whirling. You head for the door, your legs moving without your consent.

Outside, the rain is pouring down, soaking you instantly. You stand there, letting it wash over you, trying to clear your head. The nausea rises, and suddenly, you’re bent over, vomiting onto the grass. The dizziness pulls you under.

Nora stops at the door, watching you from a distance, but you don’t care. You can’t even find the words to explain what just happened.

“If you tell anyone…” you say hoarsely, your throat tight with the weight of it all. You don’t finish. Instead, you turn, pushing yourself back into the hospital, back into the chaos.

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[simp4eshal]

The boy is mine (Spencer x Reader)

Based on “The Boy is mine” by Ariana Grande

“The boy is mine,

I can’t wait to try him”

Your dad was president. Yes, he was.

And as the first daughter, you had to have security. That was obligatory.

But after an attempt is made on your life, your dad gets more cautious, and during the time of the investigation an FBI agent is charged with your safety.

Spencer reid x reader

I/ The one where you meet, and he’s so fine you spill coffee on yourself

II/ The one where you’re clumsy, and somehow end up on top of him

III/ The one where he can not act as if he’s not attracted to you anymore

IV/ The one where you get caught

V/ The one where your dad accepts him

[hidden-for-reg]

june 26: knee | @jegulus-microfic | wc: 695

*surgeon x patient au* ( i am debating if i should turn this into a series?)

"—alright Potter, I'm heading off, I've got an appy scheduled in about an hour but I'm supposed to meet Black in the on-call rooms right now," chuckled Remus with a smirk tugging on his lips as he dropped his remaining charts on top of James'. 

"You're meeting who again?" James tore his eyes away from his charts, which were getting messier by the minute due to James speeding through them at a dizzying rate. He could just barely make out the letters in his handwriting.

Remus' eyes bulged incredulously. "Y'know, Sirius Black, the total Trauma god," he blurted. James shrugged with a sigh. He really did not have time to chat with Remus about his latest guy. James had to go do rounds soon and he still needed to finish his mountain of charts, no thanks to Remus, here. Remus didn't look impressed. "Y'know, the bloke with the long black hair and black scrubs!" Remus said as he was walking away to the on-call room where apparently Sirius Black was waiting. 

James sat and thought for a moment. The hospital where he worked was big so, of course he didn't remember everyone's names. Oh, but he remembered the faces. Okay, yes now he remembered Sirius. Yeah, the one that ran the trauma wing like a ringmaster would a circus. God, he was a funny one. James decided to work extra hard to remember Sirius' name. 

James glanced up at the clock, and jolted straight to his feet. Ughhhh shittttttttttt, he was late. James put his charts aside, pocketed his pen and joined his fellow residents through rounds which went all very smoothly... until he got a patient assigned. 

The patient in question:

Regulus Black, Male, 26, admitted for a knee fracture due to a fall, Head CTs: good, X-Rays: not so good. So, Regulus here just needed a little surgery. 

For James, it would all be a breeze, since A) he dominates Ortho and deals with knee injuries, like, every day and B) he's done this surgery plenty of other times. Really all there is to it is putting in some metal pins to put the broken bones together. Real simple surgery. Only about 2 hours. Not a problem at all.

What is a problem however is Regulus. James legitimately doesn't think he's ever seen such a beautiful person. He was in awe of his porcelain skin, and soft rosy cheeks. And his hair, which seemed to be a natural combination of wavy curls, fell over his forehead and framed his face perfectly. And his eyes— His lips— Oh, but his cheekbones, oh, they could cut glass...

"—Potter, Dr Potter, Dr Potter."

James snapped out of it and swiveled his head to look at Minerva. He coughed and mumbled, "Ah, sorry, Minnie, what, uh, what were you saying?" James swore he felt himself shrink as she pursed her lips in a thin line. 

"Dr Potter, if you are going to keep getting distracted by the patient, then perhaps I should reassign you?”

"No!" James cleared his throat hastily, and lowered his voice, "No, that won't be necessary, Minnie." He stole a glance at Regulus whose face was blank except for the sharp glare he had pinned on them as they spoke. In James' opinion, it was hot. 

Minerva dumped Regulus' chart in James' hands and swept out of the room with a snap, "Don't call me that, Potter." James grinned at her as she closed the door.

As soon as the coast was clear, James shifted his grin to shine on Regulus, who was now just scowling at James. Okay, yeah, James has got this. All he had to do was somehow resist every urge in his mind, and body, and just do his job. Yep. 

“Oh, just get on with this all already. Do your job or something,” Regulus snapped. James couldn’t help but marvel at the sound of his voice and felt his cheeks flush. God. He sucked in a shaky breath and let it out slowly as he set Regulus’ chart down on the side of his bed, running his hand through his hair quickly.

Yeah, this was going to be tough.

next part

[robinbuckleysfringe]

you are in love.

tom blyth social media au

pairings: tom blyth x reader

warnings: accused cheating

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6

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yninstagram as promised, here's some more bts pics for tbosas. massive thanks to suzanne collins for letting me be apart of your universe 💚

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rachelzegler not that photo of me 😭

↪️ yninstagram sorry babes 🫶🏻🫶🏻. forgive me?

↪️ rachelzegler always 🫶🏻🫶🏻❤️

tomblyth did me dirty with that photo when I know you took hundreds of nicer ones

↪️ yninstagram sorry not sorry, just giving the fans what they want 😘

hunterschafer it was so lovely to finally be in a project together ❤️

↪️ yninstagram here's to hoping there's more 🥂❤️

user is that y/n with tom in the 2nd pic?? they look awfully close

↪️ user back off and leave the cheating rumours alone. y/n confirmed that they were only friends during filming

↪️ user exactly!! leave them alone!! plus, they were probably just going over the script or something. it's not your business dude.

user these photos are everything

user everyone say thank you to y/n for listening to the fans and giving us more bts pics

user y/n stoppp, I can't fall in love with snow again

user can't decide if tom's hotter with blonde hair or brown

↪️ yninstagram I've been asking myself the same thing

↪️ user 😂 she's one of us!!!!

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yninstagram happy 10 year anniversary to my marvel debut (and also CATWS). huge thanks to @/robertdowneyjr for being the best onscreen dad, let's be in another project together soon pls ❤️

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rachelzegler omg forgot that you were in the mcu!! iconic behaviour

↪️ yninstagram little me was really living the dream!!

tomblyth can't wait to see what the future of the mcu holds in store for you ❤️

↪️ yninstagram love you tom ❤️

↪️ user omg confirmed y/n return to the mcu??

↪️ user I hope so!! missed her character so much!!

zendaya happy 10 years to my favourite marvel character

↪️ tomholland2013 hey, what about me? :((

↪️ zendaya I said what I said 🤷🏻‍♀️

↪️ tomholland2013 no, but for real @/yninstagram, congrats on making it a whole decade in the mcu. it's awesome to be able to share a screen with you xx

↪️ yninstagram aww, thanks guys 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻. let's meet up next time I'm in town 💕💕

jacobelordi you used to be so cute. what happened? 😂

↪️ yninstagram shut up (said with love 🫶🏻)

user are you coming back to the mcu??

↪️ yninstagram you'll have to ask the marvel execs, sorry lovely. I wish I knew x

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tomblyth stunning 😍😘

↪️ yninstagram no, you 😘x

rachelzegler obsessed with you 😍😍😍

↪️ yninstagram I expect nothing less 🫶🏻🫶🏻❤️❤️

joshandresrivera I wanna know what was said to make you pull that face in the 3rd photo

↪️ yninstagram probably someone bringing up that once again I wasn't nominated smh 😤

user mother is mothering 😍😍😍

user you were snubbed. you should've been nominated 😤

↪️ user for real!!!

↪️ user she defo deserves an award, but I don't think any of her projects last year (other than tbosas) was really award worthy. don't get me wrong, they were brilliant. but they weren't on the same level as the stuff that was nominated

↪️ user 100%

user you just know she's so fun to hang out with

↪️ user for real!! she emits such friendly energy

user what's the new project??

↪️ user wdym??

↪️ user she posted a story the other day with the caption "new project pending"

↪️ user it's probably stranger things season 5 tbh

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tomblyth super proud of you ❤️❤️

↪️ yninstagram ❤️❤️

camillaluddington welcome to the family ❤️

↪️ yninstagram thanks for letting me join ❤️

rachelzegler watching you get your dream roles is the best thing in the world 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻. endlessly proud of you bby 💕💕💕

↪️ yninstagram stoppp, you're making me cry 😭💕💕

hunterschafer we better be having a watch party at your house

↪️ yninstagram of course!! ❤️

joshandresrivera iconic

taylorswift big fan of this news!! congrats lovely ❤️

↪️ yninstagram love you!!! ❤️❤️

jacobelordi how the hell did you manage to keep this a secret??

↪️ yninstagram it was a real struggle

zendaya insanely proud of you!! 💕

↪️ yninstagram 😘

user I hope you're in it for at least more than one episode

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user omg!!!

user congrats!!!

user yes yes yes!!!

user ooh, who are you playing??

user this is so cool!!! love greys anatomy!!!

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parts 5 and 6 will probably be the last parts to this social media au, unless there's anything you guys want me to write for this series

[alexblakegf]

Hello!!! Can you do Emily x doctor insta post? 🥹🫶

i’ve merged these two requests together as they were quite similar I hope that’s ok 🫶🏻

emily prentiss x surgeon!reader instagram posts

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[trashbag-baby666]

Fine, mota greys anatomy au! Brought to you by me and @darkimpala1897

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•John’s a pediatric surgeon spending the last five years of his life pining for Doctor Gale Cleven, a neurosurgeon too far buried deep in his work.

•The two are best of friends—more or less a forced friendship from John’s end—they take their lunches together everyday, practically only being separated by the OR.

•Things start to take a turn in their relationship when John invites Gale over for Thanksgiving dinner. John knew Gale always spent his holidays alone and this year it just happened to be that John was too busy to travel home for the holidays.

•Long story short they end up sleeping together and things start to get a little messy…

•Doctor Curtis Biddick, an orthopedic surgeon who left New York for Seattle after a messy divorce from his ex-husband Dickie. Finding himself in trouble when he falls for a fresh-out-of-med school oncology resident, Doctor Ken Lemmons.

•The situation boiling over when Dickies brought in for a neonatal surgery case. Curt suddenly confronted by his ex-husband—that he conveniently never mentioned to Ken.—for Curt old wounds are ripped open, Ken’s hurt, and Dickie might just stir the pot for fun?

•Then there’s Hambone, the self proclaimed ‘baby whisperer’ of the hospital. He’s a NICU nurse and can calm the fussiest of babies.

•Everett Blakely, the nurse who gave a handful of people syphilis. But now only has eyes for fellow pediatric nurse, Helen who’s part of John’s surgical team.

•Bubbles a paramedic with a contagious laugh and a huge crush on Harry the ER receptionist. Harry always pretends to be annoyed by Bubbles sometimes but everyone knows he secretly looks forward to his visits.

•Bubbles often leaves little trinkets or little notes on Harry’s desk, like toy dinosaurs, those little plastic babies, origami animals. Harry keeps all of them in his drawer but he wouldn’t ever admit that.

•Doctor John Brady, the best cardiology surgeon in Seattle and a chronic workaholic. He’s involved with one of his residents, Benny Demarco, he tries to keep it strictly professional but on his hard days he relies on Benny for emotional support.

•Bubbles truly believes that the Starbucks in the hospital has the best coffee ever.

•John LOVES wearing scrubs, “it’s like wearing pajamas!” Is what he says.

•John also wears fun scrub tops because he works with kids. His minions scrub top is his favorite and in his weak rotation. He also wears fun colored crocs with cool socks.

•Gale is protective of John, but he chalks it up to being “a good friend.” He’ll snap at other surgeons if they criticize John in meetings and will go out of his way to make sure John eats something during his 48-hour shifts.

[possibilistfanfiction]

anything surgeons au, especially butch!bea omg

[an accidental 2.7k words of baby tai for the culture]

//

you don’t ask for beatrice to consult on the case just because the baby really does look like her in a tangible way: brown eyes that shine in the sun; gold skin; soft dark hair; a happy smile. tai — an orphan, which you also don’t prioritize when you ask her, but whatever — is small for her three months and quite sick, a bad valve in her tiny heart doing more damage than good. 

it’s a difficult surgery, complicated and intricate and, even though you’re the best in your field, a hardcore rockstar, you’re not a cardio surgeon. you ask beatrice to consult on the case because, even if you’d never admit it aloud in front of her, she is the best in the world.

‘dr. villaumbrosia,’ beatrice says, meeting you outside the picu. she’s not operating today, you’re fairly certain, or at least hasn’t yet, based on her neat navy slacks and oatmeal-colored sweater under her white coat, chelsea boots certainly not what she would wear in the OR, her buzzed hair not hidden under one of her surgical caps, her wedding band still on her finger rather than tucked away, pinned to the inside of her scrubs. you’ve known her for years and years, have watched her fail and succeed and succeed and succeed, have watched her fall in love and get married, have watched her build a home, a life — which includes you, in all the ways that matter, in the ways you will very rarely thank each other for and feel anyway. 

but still, ‘dr. choi,’ you say, ‘thanks for coming.’

she nods. ‘it sounded like an interesting case from your summary.’ she takes the ipad you offer her and looks at the scans of tai’s heart, then her vitals, then the scans again, a little closer and with something like wonder filling her eyes, just at the corners but enough for you to feel a spark of hope in your chest. she looks up at you. ‘we can do this, i think.’

‘yeah?’

‘it’ll be —‘ she pauses, nods to reassure both of you, sets her shoulders, and you know that’s it — ‘it’ll be difficult, but it’s not impossible.’

‘agreed.’

‘can i meet her, then? the patient? i’d like to get an idea of how small this heart actually is.’ 

‘of course.’ you open the door and it’s just like any other consult; beatrice is always brave enough to partner up on any peds cases, even the most heartbreaking, the most hopeless. 

tai smiles at beatrice, who is always good with children the same way you are: you talk to them like human beings, and you listen, and you take things seriously — their pain and their fear and their recovery. tai is too little to tell you anything, but beatrice still leans toward her gently and smiles at her babbling, runs a gentle hand over her soft hair, makes sure to warm the head of her stethoscope up on her thigh before pressing it to tai’s chest. 

there’s no way for you to realize it at the time, but you will swear for years that you knew, even before beatrice and certainly before ava, that tai was special; beatrice closes her eyes and listens to tai’s failing heart carefully. ‘i’ll need an updated echo,’ she tells you and your intern, standing uselessly behind you. ‘and then, if you’re free afterward, dr. villambrosia, let’s meet in the skills lab? i’d like to run through the procedure.’

‘that works for me.’

she nods once, seriously. ‘no parents?’

you shake your head. ‘she’s here through my org, from chengdu.’

beatrice considers this briefly but soldiers on, like she and ava haven’t had quiet, sad fights about children and adoption and a family and a home. ‘if you feel comfortable, i can hand off my follow-ups this afternoon to dr. amunet and we can get this taken care of. it’ll be a long recovery, so i’d rather it not degrade any further if we wait.’

‘as long as the run-through feels good,’ you say, ‘i think it’s the best course of treatment.’

beatrice nods, smiles once down at tai and rubs her little chest while tai squirms and babbles happily. for such a sick kid — on oxygen and a feeding tube, two ivs because her veins are so small — she’s generally happy, bright in a way that peds usually isn’t. she’s not guaranteed to survive so, like all of your patients, you don’t get too attached. beatrice hasn’t had that problem before, either, caring but not too much, unlike ava, who feels each loss as if it’s his own. but the way that beatrice lingers and lets tai hold onto her fingers while she tells your intern exactly what she wants from the ekg and bloodwork — you think this might be different. 

/

it’s touch and go for a while: you and beatrice are brilliant surgeons but, even with all of the tests and scans and practice, tai’s surgery is longer and more difficult than you could’ve prepared for: her heart is weak and so, so small; even beatrice struggles to place the careful, clever sutures you’ve watched her throw with ease, most surgeries, and for years. it takes longer than you would’ve liked to get her off bypass, much longer than you would’ve liked for her heart to start beating again in beatrice’s hands. 

but: it does beat. weak and small, yes, but sure, and steady, and even, all the valves and ventricles ready to heal as they should be. tai’s cheeks, once she’s settled in the picu again, are rosy, her skin warm, her oxygen sats already up comfortably from before. you’d wired her sternum shut and the incision running down her tiny chest will leave a scar, and she’ll probably need another procedure or two as she gets older — but she will get older, as far as you can tell. 

beatrice goes through — a little unexpected for the aftermath of a successful surgery, and far beyond the end of her relatively easy scheduled shift — all of the potential complications tai could face, how she was without a flow of properly oxygenated blood to her brain for an amount of time that frustrated her — maybe even frightened her. for as long as you’ve known beatrice — dr. choi — through undergrad and medical school, then residency and fellowships, into your first few years as attendings, she’s as unflappable as they come, unless it’s someone she loves who might be hurt, who might not get well. you’ve seen it with ava and her back, and shannon and mary after a car accident that looked much worse than it actually was, and even one time camila got the flu. 

it surprises you in the moment when beatrice, carefully taking off her scrub cap — patterned with little otters and rainbows, a ridiculous gift from ava that beatrice horrifically wears with not a single ounce of hesitation or embarrassment — slips into her hospital-issued fleece quarterzip and sits down in the chair by tai’s bassinet once you and the nurses get all of her machines situated. 

‘i’ll stay with her, dr. villaumbrosia,’ beatrice says, soft and formal.

‘there’s plenty of nurses, and dr. amunet, if you want to go home.’

beatrice shakes her head and leans over tai’s sleeping form, heavily sedated for the next few days so she’s not in pain, and runs a gentle finger along her cheek. ‘she — she doesn’t have anyone,’ she says, as much explanation as you need. ‘plus, dr. silva is on call tonight anyway.’

you resist the urge to say something mean about ava; he’s actually very talented and smart and he makes your best friend, your sister, very happy, and very full — even if he is the most annoying person you know. tai is alone, and all beatrice has to go home to, right now, is a beautiful house that’s empty of all of the life ava brings anywhere, leftovers in the fridge, a house that you know has an empty bedroom just down the hall from the primary, holding a lot of ava’s patient, quiet hope in the space.

‘okay,’ you say, not bothering her, just this once: tai is very small and still very sick; you’ve read enough studies to know that comfort, especially with babies who haven’t known as much of it as they should, can be extremely monumental in their ability to heal. ‘i’m sure you can handle if anything pops up, but i’d like to know anyway. text me.’

beatrice looks up from tai to nod, a grim smile on her face mellowed, seemingly, by tai’s steady breaths against beatrice’s palm. ‘will do.’

you nod and don’t bother to ask for anything else from her, taking your leave while she takes her glasses off and rubs her eyes, then slumps a little in the chair but keeps her hand on tai’s stomach, soothing and warm and present. tai has been alone her entire life, even if it’s only been very short; you believe that her body will know that she’s not anymore, at least for now.

/

it’s not often that you choose to come to work early, not often that you allow yourself to have much attachment to patients and their outcomes beyond whether or not you practiced the best medicine possible — no one would be able to do peds and neonatal surgery if they did — but you park far before the sun comes up and force yourself to grab three cups of coffee from the cafe before you head to the picu.

it doesn’t surprise you when you see both beatrice and ava by tai’s bassinet now, beatrice fast asleep, slumped over fully on ava’s shoulder, and ava scrolling through an ipad, probably taking care of charting here rather than in her office. ava smiles up at you, never deterred by your grumbling or eye rolls, and, just this once, you smile back.

‘dr. silva,’ you greet. ‘how’s she doing?’ you ask, handing him the coffee.

‘totally steady all night,’ ava says quietly, sounding far too proud of a baby that isn’t even really beatrice’s patient, let alone theirs. ‘she’s really strong, even if she’s small.’

you look over tai’s vitals from the past night quickly and it’s true, she is getting better even faster than you could’ve hoped. ‘she is.’

ava smiles, then looks over at a fast asleep beatrice, a little aching. ’bea said she’s an orphan?’

you sit down next to them both and nod; you assume beatrice gave ava enough of the details. ‘we’ll work to place her with a good family once she’s recovered well.’ the warning is unspoken: don’t get too attached.

ava looks over at beatrice, who has spent the entire night asleep in the picu over a baby whose heart she massaged until it beat again in her hands. he nods. ‘yeah,’ he says, hopeful despite it all. ‘yeah.’

/

‘i — i can do it.’

‘dr. choi.’

‘no,’ beatrice says, ‘it’s fine. i’m on call tonight, and it’s good for her.’

it is, you both know it, but tai is healing and, if all goes according to plan, will be released in a week or two, hopefully to a family who’s equipped to care for her, to raise her gently and generously and well. beatrice — and ava, whenever they make up a very flimsy excuse — have been in tai’s room often, and you know they’ve grown attached even though you warned them not to. but beatrice taking her scrub top off and picking tai up gently, careful of her leads and her still-tender chest, and then holding her close and settling into a rocking chair. 

‘beatrice,’ you say, sitting down across from her. 

‘have you — has there been a family chosen?’

you’re not the one in charge of any of that, your contributions to the organization being both your sixth-generation-surgeon money and your sixth-generation-surgeon talent, but you know there hasn’t been a decision made yet. you shake your head. 

she nods. ‘we…’ she swallows, readjusts so tai is held even closer, her left ear close to beatrice’s heart. ‘i spoke with ava. a lot, actually. and, well, you obviously know i’m chinese; i can teach her how to speak mandarin and make mapo doufu and she won’t — she won’t miss that part. and ava knows about not having a family of origin, and he’s, like, the best. and,’ she continues, ‘we’re both surgeons. you know she’s going to need care now, but also her whole life, and i — i fixed her heart.’ she can’t even look at you, just looks at tai’s peaceful little face as her voice gets wobbly and she sniffles. 

beatrice, above all, means what she says. she’s maybe one of the least impulsive people you’ve ever met, agonizing for as long as you’ve known her over haircuts and new hiking gear and dinner reservations, as methodical as it comes when she practices medicine. 

‘i —‘ she looks at tai once more and then takes a deep breath and meets your eyes. ‘i love her.’

you know, more than anything, ava has made beatrice want to be brave. you let it sink in, let it hit you like a tidal wave of easy warmth, then really let yourself look at your oldest friend and every careful thing about her, lean muscles and long-healed scars, the most careful thing held against her chest — the same skin, bathed in the light of an easy sunrise. ‘well okay then.’

beatrice seems surprised, for a moment, as if you would say no, or doubt her, or discourage or argue. ‘really?’

you nod, brusque mostly so you don’t cry. ‘i’ll connect you with aja; she’ll be able to help you with all the paperwork. i’ll put in my recommendation, of course.’

beatrice adjusts tai so she can free a hand to wipe a few tears. ‘thank you, lilith.’

‘let’s just hope she takes after you, not ava.’

beatrice laughs, and it makes tai smile.

/

‘no.’

‘she’s —‘

‘your daughter,’ you say. ‘you’re not tai’s doctor any longer, haven’t been in months.’

beatrice frowns, arms crossed. ava smiles far too serenely for your liking next to her.

‘she’ll be fine, babe,’ she says. ‘it’s just a post-op, super normal.’ she turns toward tai, happily squealing at a nurse playing peak-a-boo with her while they get her situated on the exam table. 

beatrice glowers but concedes, softening immediately when ava squeezes her bicep. they’re both definitely exhausted but happier than you could’ve really imagined; the empty bedroom now filled with a plethora of toys and clothes, colorful animals on the walls, a safe crib with a space mobile you’d personally given them. it makes sense to you, easily, that they’re good parents — kind and attentive and funny — even if, right now, they’re driving you insane. they’re both in comfortable clothes, not bothering with anything more on their shared day off. 

you have to physically shoo beatrice away as you’re listening to tai’s heart, which is ridiculous because you’re sure beatrice does it at home, probably every night. you’re more relieved than you would ever let on that her heartbeat is normal and steady — perfect, as far as you’re concerned. you go through the rest of her check-up and she’s as healthy as can be, gaining weight well, rolling over, holding her head up, starting to eat baby food — yes to bananas; no to green beans so far — not sleep regressing as much as they’d feared. 

‘she’s doing great,’ you reassure. 

‘fuck yeah she is,’ ava says, then sighs. ‘before either of you start, first of all, language is all relative.’

‘ava, we can’t have her first word being f—‘

‘— secondly,’ ava interrupts, then looks at beatrice putting tai back into her dinosaur onesie, slipping a warm cap onto her head, ‘she’s the best baby of all time.’

‘she is wonderful,’ beatrice says, still a little reverent.

ava elbows you as beatrice carefully pulls socks onto tai’s feet. ‘one of the better ones i’ve met,’ you concede, because you really do love tai, and, all things considered, she’s an easy, happy baby. ‘certainly better than i thought would be possible with either of you.’

ava rolls her eyes. ‘i read your recommendation.’ horrifyingly, she starts reciting it, so you move as quickly as you can.

‘i have a tight schedule today,’ you interrupt, beatrice laughing quietly, smiling at both of you with far too much amusement.

‘bye lil,’ she says. ‘thanks for everything.’

‘yeah, yeah,’ you say, but there’s no bite to it. ‘see you at dinner.’

[ifitmeanslosingyouthenno]

no one asked but im gonna continue the greys x aftg au hehe

dont really remember the first season or any major drama so im gonna go through the things veeery shallowly

but the first time neil is confronted with kevin (aka he corners him in a staircase), he panics, his first instinct is to run but andrew (in tfc manner) literally opens the door on his face which makes him like fall and shit lmao

kevin reaches him on the floor and helps him make sure he didn't get a concussion (no he didn't) and confronts him on why he left them that morning, and well like, he comes with the excuse that he was going to be late for work and bs like that, and obviously andrew calls him out on it, and kevin just smiles bc hey at least they didn't lose track of him!

and through the following days, neil avoids them at all costs, but kevin is actually pretty sweet in his attempts to get close to him despite how cold and arrogant he sounds on interviews and papers, and andrew is funny and sarcastic but respectful and neil, despite everything, finds himself wanting to grow close to them too

and well he ends up in their bed again

and things are going mostly well, despite how bad his luck in life is, and he's made friends with the other first year interns (aka jean and robin and katelyn and idk who else) (specially jean, they're besties, forever partners, platonic soulmates) and residents from other years (basically the foxes and trojans)

and like he has something steady going on with andrew and kevin, which doesn't happen to him often! and yeah maybe only jean and aaron and renee know) but things are *good*

(even if he's been frankly ignoring his issues with his mom, and he's been ignoring how the chief of surgery is david wymack, who was waaay too close a friend to mary for comfort, and he still has issues TM and like he hasn't dared to tell anyone, not even andrew and kevin about his real name and family)

its only natural for the other shoe to drop

bc when equally famous british surgeon stuart hatford is called in to help on a case, he obviously instantly recognizes neil

and how was he to know that no one knew who nathaniel wesninski really was?

needless to say, kevin is hurt and andrew is fucking pissed that neil hid himself from them, and well

a pissed andrew doesn’t really see reason (at least in my au <3) and kevin is too hurt and vulnerable to try to stop him when andrew tells neil that until they can trust him, their whatever is done

that until neil can be honest with them, they are done

and neil?

who most residents now resent

who people now think has only gotten this far because of his name and his legacy, who people dont trust anymore, who people judge bc of his family

who has to face wymack for hiding the truth

who has to face stuart's ire too for not telling him where they went, for not telling family what happened to mary

who stuart belittles for placing her in a nursing home instead of being there for her

"after all she endured with your father for you, you leave her behind? after all she did for you? after what she gave up to raise you?"

neil feels lost

and the first thing he does is run

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Greys Anatomy AU-- Lillian at Seattle Grace Pt 1

Perhaps Lillian and the chief were classmates or something, because they go way back, and it's evident to everyone that he's pulling out all the stops to try and engage her interest in Seattle Grace.

Inevitably, Lena starts getting the kind of attention she hates.

Her fellow interns suddenly start speculating that maybe she didn't earn her spot in the program as organically as everyone else. Lexie doesn't join in the ribbing, but she doesn't stop it either. Lena doesn't engage past the occasional searing glare at the interns as she excuses herself from eqch exchange, and makes no effort to defend herself.

Until one night after a particularly bad day of challenging patients, aggravating interns, and dodging her mother, Lena storms over to Meredith's with a stack of files in her arms. Meredith takes one look before tilting her head towards the kitchen, where Lexie is munching on a late night snack.

Lena smacks the stack down on the table in front of Lexie, who stares first at the files, then up at Lena. "What is this?"

"My records," Lena clips with a glare. "Every transcript, every internship and letter of recommendation. From secondary to undergrad to med school. I thought you might want to see them, since you don't seem to believe I earned my spot."

Lexie gives an appeasing, exculpatory grimace. "I didn't say that--"

"You haven't defended me either!"

Never in all the time since they've met, has Lena raised her voice. Shock jolts through Lexie at the sound of it, before her guilt does its best to deflect.

"I didn't think you cared what they thought," Lexie points out.

"I don't!" Lena shouts. Lexie gapes at the outburst, causing Lena to scoff. "Fuck those guys!"

That rankles Lexie. "Then why are you here??"

"Because I care what *you* think!"

The silence that follows sits thick between them. Lexie stares, shrinking a little in her seat, chastised. Lena deflates.

"I care what my girlfriend thinks," Lena echoes, softly now. "Because I love you, and... the thought of you thinking any less of me--"

"I don't," Lexie blurts, rising sharply from her chair. She rounds the end of the table between them, but stops short of reaching for Lena, when Lena pulls away.

"I *don't*," she says again, more fervently. She waves towards the stack of folders. "And I don't need those to tell me how brilliant and amazing you are. I already know."

Lena's lips tremble in spite of herself. "Then why?"

"I don't know," Lexie confesses quietly. "I think I was hurt. That you didn't tell me." She looks at Lena beseechingly. "It's kinda the sort of thing you'd tell your girlfriend, isn't it? That your mom is a super genius surgeon?"

A muscle twitches in Lena's jaw, but she doesn't respond.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Lena folds her arms defensively across her chest, plainly uncomfortable. Lexie almost expects her leave, but to her surprise, Lena responds.

"The day I took my oath as a doctor," she says in a low voice, "I looked into the audience, and didn't recognize a single face."

Shame and pity fill Lexie's chest. "She wasn't there?"

Lena shakes her head. "That was the day I went low contact with my mother.... which turned into no contact, when she didn't even notice that I'd stopped calling."

Her voice cracks on the last word, and Lexie can't help but reach for Lena. Lena finally allows the tender touch of Lexie's palm against her cheek. She leans into the contact, as a tear slips from the corner of one eye.

"I don't know why she's here, or what game she intends to play," Lena murmurs. "But whatever it is, I want you in my corner."

Lexie exhales, stepping close enough for their foreheads to rest together.

"I am," she vows. "Always."