#jackson avery fanfic

[kendyzzlewp]

you can do it with a broken heart

summary: jackson broke up with you for no reason, so now you try to survive residency while working at the same place. but you’re a real though bitch, you can handle your shit

tags: fem!reader, jackson avery, angsty, ttpd

tw: mentions of su!c!de

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“You seem… okay.”

You looked at Meredith who was staring at you with a concerned expression. You shrugged, spitting the toothpaste from your mouth into the sink.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” You asked, grabbing a towel and wiping your face from any minty residue.

Meredith narrowed her eyes on you. “Well,” she said, entering the bathroom fully. “Avery dumped you.”

Your heart sank at the mention of him. You shook your head, forcing a smile. “So? It’s not the end of the world. He’s literally just a guy and I dumped him.”

Alex entered the bathroom, pushing past you to get to the sink. You locked eyes in the mirror and he shook his head.

“Pretty boy was not just a guy,” he grumbled, grabbing his razor. “He was like your person or twin or whatever it was you called him.”

Meredith hummed in agreement, sitting on the toilet with her eyes fixed on you. “He wasn’t just a guy, he was your guy.”

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. Your stomach twisting like a wet rag at the topic of conversation. It had been two weeks since Jackson decided to end things after months and months of the stupid will they, won’t they dance. It wasn’t even a viable reason, he needed to focus on plastics and you needed to focus on cardio. It wasn’t you, it was him. After the boards things were going to be different.

Blah blah blah.

“I’m fine,” you said in a failed attempt to convince both of them and maybe even yourself.

Because you were the complete opposite of fine. You were completely ruined. They were right. Jackson wasn’t just a guy, he was the love of your life. Your best friend and one random fight escalated to the point where you turned back to strangers.

Derek popped his head in the bathroom, catching your eye with a sympathetic smile. “Hey,” he said softly. “You okay?”

“I’m fine!” you exclaimed, pushing past him to get to your room. “Perfectly, fine.”

——

“You gotta fake it, till you make it,” Arizona said as she masterfully dissected a burst appendix. “Break ups suck. The important thing is though that you win, you have higher ground.”

You had the faking part down, now making it? That’s a whole different story.

“I’m fine,” you repeated, your eyes on the cavity in front of you. That seemed to be your new phrase lately, it had variations but fine was becoming your old faithful.

For some reason, you decided to look up at the gallery. Your eyes meet green ones. So green yet so blue at the same time. Like a watercolor painting of a beach paradise. You swallowed the lump that blocked your throat. Knowing the intercom was turned on by the red light, you decided to prove it once and for all.

“I actually have a date,” you lied, your eyes darting back to Arizona’s hand as she finished sewing up the kid.

She looked up at the gallery with wide eyes before landing her eyes on you. “A date? With who?”

“Um…” you racked your brain trying to come up with a convincing answer, your eyes briefly meeting Jackson’s. “A lawyer…yeah.”

Arizona dropped the subject when the monitor started beeping wildly, the attention shifting towards the patient. You look up at the gallery again. He was gone.

You’re fine.

—

“He said he’d loved me all his life,” you sobbed one into your arm one night at Joe’s. Lexie rubbed your back sympathetically. “He lied.”

She sighed, passing you another napkin. “You are going to be just fine,” she said, taking your drink away. “No more tequila for you though.”

You shook your head, wiping the tears from your cheeks. “I’m fine,” you said, forcing a smile. “I can handle this, this is nothing.”

——

“It’s kind of ironic,” Alex said one day, watching you repair an aortic aneurysm in the gallery. “She wants to fix hearts for a living but can’t get her own shit together.”

Cristina mumbled an agreement, her eyes focused on the surgery. April shook her head, feeling sad for her friend.

Meredith shrugged. “She says she’s fine,” she said, taking a bite of her apple. “If that was me, I would’ve drowned myself in the bathtub by now.”

Cristina raised an eyebrow, turning back to look at her. “That was you and you did almost drowned.”

“She’s on the verge of a mental breakdown,” Lexie said, her eyes focused on a medical journal. “It’s a matter of time.”

“Avery is a dumbass,” Alex stated, earning a chorus of agreement from the rest of the residents.

All of them were blissfully unaware that Jackson was standing at the entrance of the library. His eyes focused on you as you performed your magic. The way you laughed as you bantered with Altman. His heart sank.

He really was a dumbass for letting you go.

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You sat in the gallery with the rest of the group, your eyes focused on the surgery below. You mentally took notes. You hadn’t slept in days, food would not stay down no matter how much you tried.

The anxiety ate away at you constantly. The emptiness follows you everywhere you go. The hospital became your home as you dreaded going to bed alone.

Jackson entered the gallery, causing the hairs on the back of your neck to stand up. You still couldn’t be in the same room as him, no matter how cool you tried to play it. With a curt nod, you stood up.

As the tension mounted within you, a sudden wave of dizziness washed over, causing you to sway slightly in your place at the gallery. Cristina, noticing your unsteadiness, reached out a hand to steady you.

"Hey, you okay?" she asked, concern etched in her voice.

You forced a smile, nodding weakly. "Yeah, just a little tired," you replied, though the lie tasted bitter on your tongue.

Lexie glanced up, furrowing her brow at your demeanor. "Are you sure?" she remarked, her voice tinged with worry.

Before you could respond, Meredith interjected, concern evident in her eyes as she set her half-eaten apple aside. "Maybe you should take a break, get some fresh air," she suggested, her tone gentle yet firm.

“I just need to leave,” you whispered, hurrying out of the cramped room.

You’re fine.

—

“Hey.”

You looked up from your study notes. Jackson stood in front of you, shifting from one leg to the other. His hand gripping the strap of his backpack tightly.

Your heart was pounding. “Yeah?” You cautiously asked, closing your notebook.

“I just wanted to check in on you,” he admitted, taking a step closer. “You looked rough in the gallery earlier.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, a mixture of emotions swirling within you. Anger, hurt, longing—each fighting for dominance as you struggled to maintain your composure.

"I'm fine," you replied, the words coming out more sharply than you intended. "Just a rough day."

Jackson's expression softened, his eyes searching yours for a hint of the turmoil raging within. "You know you can talk to me, right?" he said softly, his voice filled with genuine concern. “I know you. I know you haven’t been eating or sleeping. Meredith told me you barely go home nowadays.”

A bitter laugh escaped your lips, surprising even yourself. "Talk?" you scoffed, the words dripping with sarcasm. "About what, exactly? How you broke my heart?"

His eyes widened, a pained expression crossing his features. "I never meant to hurt you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I thought I was doing what was best for both of us."

"Best for both of us?" you repeated, incredulous. "How is dumping me, without a single good explanation, the best for me?"

Tears welled up in your eyes, threatening to spill over. You blinked them back, refusing to let him see your pain. "You don't get to waltz back into my life and act like everything's okay," you said, your voice trembling with emotion. "I'm not your consolation prize, Jackson."

He reached out a hand, as if to touch you, but you flinched away, the pain of his betrayal still too fresh. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice breaking. "I never meant to hurt you. I just... I thought it would be easier this way."

"Easier for who?" you shot back, your anger simmering just below the surface. "Not for me, that's for sure."

With a heavy sigh, Jackson took a step back, his shoulders slumping in defeat. "Fine. I'll leave you alone," he said, his voice filled with resignation. "But just know that I'm here if you ever need me."

As he turned to walk away, you felt a pang of regret, a part of you longing for the comfort of his presence. But you pushed it aside, steeling yourself against the pain. You had survived his absence once; you could do it again.

You’re good. You can do it with a broken heart.

[swiftsdelucaa]

Hello!

I was re-watching greys firsts seasons and saw that scene with izzie and george when she hugs him and says "i want you to be happy, if callie makes you happy then go be with callie".

So maybe you could could make a jackson avery finding out that his ex is getting married to alex karev and he feels like his world is falling apart?

Maybe they broke up because he was falling for kepner and she started hanging around with alex and he was like "i would never let you go if you were with me"

Alex and y/n are engame :)

❛ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 ❜

𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: Alex Karev x reader ♡

𝘼/𝙣: Yes omg sorry I haven't died, I'm lowkey back now 😭 Hope you like it btw !

Since the day you and Alex decided to get married every day seemed to be so good for you. Believing it was still difficult, but indeed it was all real and you were so happy.

Alex Karev getting married? Hell, you must have really changed him. When you and him started to hang around and getting close he made you feel like the luckiest girl ever, which was difficult to believe. It was a moment where you were still feeling so bad from your last relationship.

Jackson had been one of the most important people in your life, of course you couldn't forget it. But he chose someone else. And that hurt you a lot.

You found so much comfort in Alex that actually you didn't even think was possible, but he suddenly became so important to you. At first it wasn't really easy, you knew he wasn't really a people's person, but you found a way with him and he was always the best with you.

The moment where everything started was maybe one of the cutest that you could've never forget. It was a late evening and you both have had a long ass shift; between random but nice talks he couldn't stop listening at you yapping even if he was so tired, he just loved that, he loved every simple little detail of you.

“Damn, I would never let you go if you were with me” those words had came out of his mouth in such a spontaneous way that you finally understood he was the one, well just the one you really needed. And look at you now.

However, the news had already spread in the whole hospital and everyone looked so excited for you two. Everyone but Jackson. You couldn't understand why as you both moved on, yet his reaction was so... cold. You decided not to touch the topic, after all it would have been useless. This was a new chapter of your life that you clearly wanted to enjoy.

When Jackson had heard about you and Alex he couldn't exactly describe what kind of feelings started to manifest inside him. All that you had was perfect and he screwed up everything, he knew that. And right now it seemed like if the idea of you with someone else was unacceptable.

Today you had to scrub in together in a surgery, it didn't bother you that much. Luckily for the whole time in that room everything stayed professional. Just silence and medical talks. Until the end of the operation.

“So” he started as you two were still scrubbing out “You and Karev...”

“What?” he did it. He had started with that and you couldn't believe that.

“Nothing, just... I'm actually happy for you guys. But don't you think you're rushing a bit too much?” he went straight to the point.

“No. He really loves me Jackson, and so do I” you simply replied. You could still feel his gaze on you. “And you are the last person I'd rather to talk about this honestly” you then said.

“I didn't mean anything else with that Y/n, I just want you to be happy. And if Alex makes you happy then go and be with Alex” his tone sounded really honest as he pronounced those words.

“Well, thanks, but I didn't need your permission. Like you didn't need mine to run to Kepner. But what matters now is that we are both happy I guess” you took off your scrub cap. “See you around” was the last thing you told him before leaving the room. As you walked out you let out a deep sighed, thinking about the last five minutes. You and Jackson never had a real conversation after the break up, so this felt almost right. Maybe you needed it.

Jackson watched you leave, knowing well he couldn't do or say anything else. He couldn't accept the fact he was losing you, but he had already lost you.

After your shift was done you came back home to Alex, who was already there. He smiled at you when he saw you walking in and got up from the couch. He greeted you with a soft kiss that you reciprocated. Then he looked at you, noticing a hint of overthinking in your face.

“Is everything ok?” he asked.

You looked at him, your lips curved into a smile as in that moment you were able to forget the whole day. “Yes... Just tired” you gave him another little kiss.

For the rest of the evening you've been laying in bed together and dicussing about some details for the wedding, you two had so many different ideas, but it was funny. That was definitely the best part of the day.

[alexstalkers]

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[beachy--head]

We are headed home (3)

For as long as he could remember, the name ‘Avery’ had represented everything he was struggling with - legacy, fatherhood, high expectations and stiff meetings.

It had taken him a long time, but he finally felt like maybe he could try to take it on.

Jackson navigates his new life in Boston as a son, a father, and everything in between.

Trust me, I'm as surprised as you probably are, but chapter 3 is finally here! I'm sorry it took so long, and I hope you'll enjoy it!

Just so you know, the rating of this fic has been raised to M because of this chapter. 👀

In the few years when they'd been apart, Jackson had missed a lot of things about April. He'd missed the smug expression she usually sported when telling him about a bargain she made during a purchase, the way she would swat him when he made a joke, her laugh and the way her dimple would slowly appear or sometimes just pop. He'd missed seeing her with Harriet, cuddling her or playing with her, he'd missed her both in his professional and his personal life. But he was man enough to admit that one of the things he'd missed the most was the look she was sporting right now.

Read more on ao3 or ff.net

[d-targaryenshoe]

no but seriously where are the writing skills? or the feelings? like the trash can is literally calling for your works to be deleted 🥲🥲

Well sorry Karen ✨✨✨

[japrilhaze]

alright, so, i did a thing.

i’ve been a fan of grey’s anatomy and the japril ship for as long as i can remember. jackson and april are my favorite television show couple and this had been sitting in my google docs for ages. i finally finished it today.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63569818

it’s a short read, but i’m super proud of it.

dedicated to my fellow japril lovers & truthers, along with jesse and sarah, because we wouldn’t have japril without them. :)

[slvt4em1lyprenti2s]

Protective

Originally posted on my Wattpad @MayaBishop_is_myWife

Jackson Avery x reader

Jackson POV:

Today was a slow day, crap. Never say it's a slow day when your covering the ER. 

Bailey - "Incoming trauma, multiple vehicle collision and cyclist vs vehicle multiple crush injuries everyone be ready!"

What did I tell you? Anyway I go to get a trauma gown on and y/n comes up next to me.

Y/n - "If there's any open breaks I call dibs." Jackson - "Hey! No fair, whoever gets to them first gets it, okay?" Y/n - "Pleaseee, I haven't been inside an OR for days and I think I'm going insane. I pissed off Derek by accident and now he's letting Lexie scrub in and not me." Jackson - "Fine." Y/n - "Thank you so much!"

She exclaimed and then walked off to go wait for the ambulance. See, if it was anyone else, I would've stood my ground but, it's not just anyone it's y/n/n (your nickname) and it's obvious to everyone but her that I like her. But, oh well, she'll get the hint eventually right?

I walked outside just as the first ambulance arrived.

Paramedic - "Male, 31, crush injuries to the chest and lower abdomen, broken right leg and lacerations to the upper left abdomen!"

I see y/n face light up at the mention of a broken limb, she wants to do ortho so, she's into that kinda stuff. It's adorable to say the least.

We wheel in the guy on the stretcher and transfer him to the gurney. We begin to look at the chest to see if there's any liquid in the cavity and thankfully there isn't but. the abdomen began to swell so we knew he had free flowing liquid in there so we went straight to the OR.

Time skip to when they're finished and the guy's in post-op:

Y/n POV:

I'm currently waiting for this guy we just operated on to wake up. Jackson is bedside me, we're leanig against the nurses station as his eyelids begin to flutter. We make a b-line for his room. 

Guy - "Where am I?" Y/n - "Sir you're in the hospital. You werew involved in an accident involving 3 cars and yourself, you were on your bike. Other than your broken leg, which means we will need to keep you in here for another couple weeks to monitor it and so Dr. Torres can look you over and plan your recovery, your other injuries were fixed in the OR. You had some crush injuries that ruptured your spleen but, because we got in there quick we managed to repair it. The other injuries were superficial. For the sutures we will get Dr. Sloan to come in and check up on them ever other day to make sure it's all healing properly. Forgot to mention, Dr. Sloan is a plastic surgeon and Dr. Torres is an orthopaedic surgeon. Any question?" Guy - "Not about the medical stuff but I do have a question for you sweetheart." Y/n - "Go for it." Guy - "You free tonight? Such a pretty girl like you shouldn't be without a boyfriend." Y/n - "Oh, that's very sweet of you but unfortunately I'm on call tonight." Guy - "That's fine, just come visit me sweetheart. A young thing like you could make any man feel better." Y/n - "We'll see, maybe I'll come see you maybe I won't. Goodbye sir." Guy - "Bye sweetheart!"

I walked out of the room with Jackson close behind me. That man is very flattering but kinda creepy. I'm going to put away his chart when Jackson stopped me. 

Jackson - "Hey, what the hell was that?" Y/n - "What do you mean?" Jackson - "Don't bullshit me y/n. In there with the patient." Y/n - "Oh my god Jackson, I was reciprocating emotions it's basic patient care." Jackson - "Yeah comforting them and sharing concerns. Not flirting with them!" Y/n - "Okay wh- Jackson.." My voice calmed down a lot at this point and I looked him directly in his mesmerising green eyes.  Jackson - "What?!" Y/n - "You're jealous." At this point I was giggling at him. His face contorted into a shocked almost offended face but I didn't care because the blush that covered his face made it obvious that I was right. Jackson - "Wha-what, no I am not." Y/n - "Yeah you are don't deny it." Jackson - "I am not."  Y/n - "Yeah you areeee"

At this point he had accepted defeat and took the chart out my hand and grabbed my hand. I didn't question his actions and just followed him like a lost puppy. We came to a stop outside an on-call room and he opened the door and pushed me inside.

Y/n - "Jackson wha-"

I was cut off by his lips on mine. His arms snaked their way around my waist and pulled me close. My hands were around his neck as his soft lips moved against mine. He turned us around and gently pushed me against the door and pulled away briefly to speak.

Jackson - "I was jealous. Okay? I really like you  y/n/n." I tried to speak but he cut me off. "Don't say anything unless you want me to stop."

He pulled me back in and locked the door. He walked me over to one of the beds and gently laid me down. 

Let's just say I didn't get to go back to the patients room that night.

[exyminna]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ⪼ㅤGrey's Anatomy . 120 x 120

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤMuita gente,

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤum dia faço

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤpart.2 kkkk

[where-is-the-angst]

My Fanfiction Masterlist

Crossovers

A Very Hawthorne Game:

Takes place after Games Untold AND after OUABH. This is a crossover between Caraval, The Inheritance Games and OUABH. Basically, the 36th Annual Caraval is happening AT Hawthorne House. Someone invited Avery, Jameson, Grayson, Xander, Max, Libby and Nash without their knowledge- and they need to find out why. There are all your favorite Caraval and OUABH characters in this too- and it mainly focuses on Javery and Max x Xander (they really needed more page time). Because Caraval is a Very Hawthorne Game :)

Avery: 1

The Riordanverse

Gercy Confession

Happens sort of seperate from cannon, but after PJO: A Percy x Grover Confession I wrote as a dare but I actually am kind of proud of it :)

Left to Wither Alone:

Another thing I did for a dare, so basically Percy realizes he is in love with Luke right as he dies. This takes place right at the end of The Last Olympian. Percy struggles with grief and mixed feelings afterwards, and it sort of becomes a Gercy story where Grover helps him cope with grief and Percy develops feelings for him lol

Percy: Preface Annabeth: 1 Percy: 2 Annabeth: 3 Percy: 4 Annabeth: 5 Percy: 6 Percy: 7 Grover: 7.5

Silena x Beckendorf: A Summer Camp Story

This takes place some unknown time before all the death and drama. This is just a cute fluffy little one-shot of a meet-cute between them- might be inconsistent with cannon because I haven't read the books in a while, don't take this too seriously and don't come for me if i get something wrong :)

The Inheritance Games

Chapter 64 of The Hawthorne Legacy Ending Rewrite: Avery Gets Her Shit Together™

I was really mad about how quickly Avery forgave Grayson for essentially sexually assulting her on live TV so this is basically what I think would be a more realistic reaction to what he did (yes she does punch him in the face :))

Jameson Gets Drunk (again)

So Jameson gets drunk and Avery has to come get him, very fluffy

Keepers of the Lost Cities

Stellarlune Chapter 43 from Keefe's POV

You know the chapter when Fitz finds out that Sokeefe is a thing and Keefe is being all cute and caring, yeah, so I wrote it from his POV

Sokeefe: An Alternate Confession

An angsty and dramatic Sokeefe Alternate Confession scene :)

[asliceoftoast]

while i'm back home and no longer in seattle, the writing streak continues!

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April and Arizona rounded the corner of the hospital wing. Brushing a wavy bang out of her face and tucking the strand of hair behind her ear, April looked at her friend. She leaned in slightly, eyes scanning the room for familiar faces before telling Arizona what she had witnessed an hour earlier in a soft whisper against the blonde’s ear.

“What!” Arizona whisper-screamed. “I can’t believe that.” They stopped at the counter of the pit’s desk, and April leaned over to put back her tablet. 

“I know! They look like such a picture-perfect couple, but imagine my surprise when I walk into an on-call room and he’s getting another nurse out of her scrubs while his wife is in the middle of surgery.”

“Ugh, I can’t imagine.” The pediatric surgeon shuddered, feet tapping the floor as she moved. “Gosh, do you think she knows?”

“Uh-” April sighed as a depressed sound fell out of her mouth. “Well, I think she’ll find out soon because apparently I’m not the only person who walked in on them today.” Blue eyes widened in shock as Arizona absorbed the information. “You would think they would lock the door after the first time.” 

April’s brows screwed together, disgust rising in her chest. It was at times like this that she was immensely grateful for her husband and remembered just how lucky she was to have him.

“Honestly, she’s too good for him,” Arizona added. “I hope she knows that. She’s a badass surgeon and she’s such a sweetheart. I can’t believe that he did that.”

“I can’t imagine what’s going to happen to their marriage now. They have two young kids to think of too. God, why would he do that?!”

“Men,” Arizona muttered. The two shared a moment of silence, sitting on the drama that was swirling around the hospital that day. “Quick question.” April hummed, tapping on her phone to respond to her husband’s latest text as Arizona tilted her shoulders to face her. “What would you do if Jackson ever cheated?”

April snorted, knowing full well that he never would. For her, cheating was a non-negotiable. She had no second chances to give when it came to that. “If he ever does that, I’m going to divorce him.”

Arizona peered over the redhead’s shoulders, watching the plastic surgeon slowly sway as he walked. His blue eyes were missing their normal Avery sparkle as the color drained from his face.

“D-d-divorce,” he mumbled under his breath.

April spun around, a bright smile illuminating her face as she saw him. “Hi, baby.”

“What did you just say?”

“Hi, baby?” Her voice skewed upwards, repeating her greeting.

“No, before that. Is it because I didn’t use the key hook last night?” April’s head tilted, confusion clouding her warm reception. “Or is it because I don’t like leftovers?”

“Jackson, what are you talking about? You know that doesn’t bother me anymore.”

Jackson talked to himself, voice low and confused. He continued to ramble while April and Arizona stared on. 

“Babe, are you okay? You’ve been acting a little weird since you came.”

Arizona tapped April’s arm, drawing the trauma surgeon’s attention. “Hi,” she smiled, quickly dropping the corner of her lips as she spoke again. “Can I jump in for a sec?” April nodded along, and Arizona whispered into her ear. “I think all he got from our conversation was ‘I’m going to divorce him.’”

April’s eyes widened, snapping back to her husband who stood dejected a few feet away. “Divorce?” She grabbed onto his wrist, and his eyes turned to her. “Why would I want to divorce you when it was so hard to marry you?”

He swallowed, looking back and forth between his wife and her best friend. “I heard you say it though.”

April sighed, stepping in to wrap her arms around him. “Arizona asked what I would do if you ever cheated on me.” 

It was like the thought of even being associated with the action was repulsive, the flit of anger passing through his body before he quickly assured April that he would never do that. He paused, one eyebrow arching as it dawned on him. 

“Is this about you walking in on someone today in the oncall room?”

“You know about that already?”

“Half the hospital knows by now. I believe the nurses said you turned bright red and told them to lock the door after scolding him for cheating.” Jackson snaked his arms around his wife’s waist, assured that he was not getting divorced any time soon.

She sent him a dejected smile, “I don’t think they listened to me though.”

[swiftsdelucaa]

Could I please have an imagine where the reader and Meredith Grey have been best friends since childhood. The thing is that they both have had feelings for each other for years but never said anything. When they both start at Seattle Grace Meredith goes out with Derek and the reader starts something with another intern (doesn’t matter who). Both begin to realize that they are jealous and that they want to be together. (Possible conversations between Derek and the other person talking about how obvious it is) (like they give up their relationships for the other to be happy) fluffy and angsty please?

❛ 𝑼𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒏𝒐𝒘 ❜

𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: Meredith Grey x f!reader ♡

𝘼/𝙣: I've chosen Jackson, I haven't written much for him yet! So this will be also a minor Jackson Avery x reader, anyway I hope you'll like the rest! <3

In every situation a choice must be made. And most of the time the choice you make should satisfy your need. You can choose whether to wait and keep hoping or go ahead in search of something new. This was your choice. Despite your strong feelings for Meredith, you've decided to let it go so you can change things.

There was this guy, pretty cute, who was in the same internship class as you and he seemed to be hitting on you a lot. When you saw Meredith again you thought it was a sign of destiny and that you might finally come forward, but she didn't seem to show any interest and she even started dating someone else. An attending. Derek Shepherd. Chief of Neurosurgery. At first it hurt you, but then you thought about doing the same and agreeing to go out with Jackson.

It wasn't bad at all, in fact he really made you feel good. He was so nice and kind to you, you almost thought you could fall in love with him and turn this into a serious relationship. But it still bothered you a lot seeing Meredith with someone else and you hated yourself for it.

Sometimes she was in the corridors with Derek, blowing a few kisses while they talked, not caring about the people passing by, but just looking like she wanted to show off, so you did the same with Jackson when you saw her, letting his lips wrap yours as they met passionately. The only result was a few glances between you, nothing more. But neither of them wanted to stop. You also tended to highlight your plans for the evening or the day, which confused the hell out of Jackson and Derek, but despite having a huge effect on both of you.

Derek and Jackson seemed to notice, it was starting to get so weird. As much as Jackson might have displeased him he'd noticed you were somehow jealous of Derek, he'd understood you cared especially for Meredith, but of course you'd never tell him, so the only thing he could do was continue to put up with it all and go after you.

One morning you rushed in together, had coffee together and left before him since you had a surgery scheduled and didn't want to be late. He decided to take it slower.

"Avery" Derek's voice caught his attention, making him stop sipping his coffee in peace.

"Doctor Shepherd" he politely greeted him.

"Okay..." he looked embarrassed. "I'll get right to the point" he stated bringing a rather curious expression to Jackson's face. Was that what he was thinking about?

"I think you've noticed it too, cause it's obvious..." he started.

"Meredith and Y/n?" he asked to have the certainty. He did an expression to confirm.

"I know this isn't professional, but we need to clarify it" Jackson nodded.

"Meredith told me about Y/n, they knew each other since childhood" Jackson raised his eyes.

"Oh... I did n't know..." in his head he had always limited himself to putting the pieces together, but you had never spoken to him about Meredith. And he had never bothered to ask for information.

"And it seems like both will never face it" The two shared the same suspicions.

"That's difficult" Jackson continued.

There was a moment of silence between the two, then when perhaps the situation was finally about to change, Derek was called.

Jackson just strayed there, thinking about it. He had a huge crush on you but apparently he understood this wasn't what you wanted.

Before he could be late too, he entered, with all the thoughts still whirling through his head. In fact they were able to ruin his whole day, and as soon as he had a chance to talk to you, he took you to a call-room to clarify.

Thinking you understood what he wanted to do, you welcomed him with an intense kiss. And although he liked it, he interrupted the situation; he was going to have a serious conversation.

"You okay?" you asked him having noticed something weird.

"Is this what do you want, Y/n?" he asked looking deeply at your eyes. You were confused.

"Jackson, what-"

"You don't want me, I know. You don't want us" his expression as he pronounced those words almost broke you. But deep down you knew what he was referring to and you couldn't say anything against it. He nodded at your silence.

"It's her, Meredith" he continued.

"Jackson, I'm so sorry, I... you're very good..." you tried to get out of it.

"I know, it's okay" he put a hand on your cheek. "I won't be the one who will prevent you to be happy" he gave you a smile, that you knew were forced, and without adding anything else, he left the room.

He did this for you. You almost wanted to cry, even you didn't know the reason. You loved Meredith Grey, and this was ruining your life.

That same evening you went to Joe's bar, hoping it would helped you throw this day in the trash. You sat down and asked the usual drink, tequila.

"Tequila for me too, please" you turned to Meredith when you heard her voice next to you. You weren't in the best mood to face her, so you just ignored it all and continued drinking.

"Shitty day?" she asked you.

"Yeah" she seemed to want to talk. "You?" you asked.

"Derek doesn't talk to me" she said placing the shot glass back on the table. "Because of you" she continued. “And… I think he's right” she admitted. You looked at her, feeling a little pissed.

"Really Meredith?" you crossed your arms after you finished drinking. “Well, you could say that first, you know? You made me feel like a crap about this situation” She raised her eyes.

"Did I do this to you Y/n? You didn't do anything either!" she said irritated and making you feel a little guilty. But it was both's fault. None of you said anything, even the feeling was strong.

You looked into her eyes, before forgetting everything and approaching to kiss her. It was all you needed, knowing that you both felt the same way and that you would do anything to have each other's presence close.

You pull apart for a second to look at each other, can't helping but smiling and kept doing it as you stumble into another kiss.

[alexstalkers]

Criminal Minds is a an obsession..😩😩 Spencer Reid fanfic coming soon?!???🥺🥺❤️😍

[beachy--head]

Wish I could turn you back into a stranger

"Cautiously, he sits beside her and stays silent. They've been so distant these past weeks, haven't shared more than a few sentences ever since she moved out of his place, that he knows better than trying to touch her to comfort her. He even wonders if she would be comforted by him, and the thought makes him sick."

Set in season 14. April treats a patient that brings back memories, and Jackson goes on a hunt. One shot.

Note: Sometimes you want to write sweet, tooth-rotting fluff, and sometimes you just want to embrace the angst and lean into it. Guess which option I chose.

trigger warning: child loss, grief, abysmal communication.

Oh, and even though this takes place at the beginning of season 14, Stephanie is still there, just roll with it.

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“Edwards, Wilson, you’re on plastics again tomorrow. Deluca, you're free to join us in the burn center?” “Sorry Dr. Avery, I'm with Dr. Kepner in the ER all day again tomorrow.” Jackson nods to show he's heard the resident’s answer and starts reviewing the paperwork for the procedures he’s done today. The burn center, once Mark Sloan's brainchild, is something he's very attached to, and perhaps the only department for which he doesn't mind managing the admin side, even after a long day of gruesome surgeries, which mobilized most of the residents and several attendings. Next to him, at the nurses' counter, Deluca stops where Jo and Stephanie are charting and where Arizona, who operated on a 10-year-old burn victim with him, is reviewing a file. Deep in his paperwork, Jackson hears them more than he listens to their conversation. “If you're too busy to help us, go away,” Stephanie grumbles. “I’m just waiting for some lab results, and then I’m back in the pit. I still have to log more hours in trauma. Which is great, because something cool always happens when you're on Dr Kepner's shift in the ER. She has the coolest cases,” Deluca gushes, and Jackson thinks to himself while signing a form, what is it with Deluca that he always sounds like an enthusiastic golden retriever?

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[pancakesanddiatribes]

because the night

i haven't written anything in a very long time, but my recent grey's rewatch switched on something in me, and i could not get this japriet scene out of my head. i hope you enjoy it, even a little bit. i surely did enjoy writing it. i've read so many japril drabbles and fanfics these last few weeks, some of them extremely beautiful. i feel very blessed to share my small contribution. okay, enough rambling... and thank you anyway! 🫶🏼

here's a little snippet:

Harriet rolls out of bed and goes straight to her mom. Her eyes have adjusted to the dark, and she doesn’t have to walk far. When she enters her mommy’s bedroom, though, something is off. Something is different. She squeezes her eyes to get a better look and — what?

because the night

Harriet is scared. Just a little, because it's very dark, the house is completely silent, and the dream she's just had was not nice at all. She knows now it was only a dream, and she’s not really in the park, falling from the red swing over and over: she's in her room (well, her messy room), with her toys (not all of them, of course), and her mommy is surely in the bedroom next to hers. Everything is fine, Harriet. She is fine. But just to be sure, just to be sung to sleep by her mommy’s sweet voice, she decides to go to her and sneak into the big bed her mommy has all to herself. Her mom is taller than Harriet, but not really that tall; and surely not as tall as her daddy. A few days ago, she heard him say with a smile, so much vigour in such a tiny woman. Then her mommy slapped him on the chest - gently. Her daddy wasn’t mad — he was still smiling — and actually, his eyes were even brighter than usual. Harriet didn’t understand why her mom slapped him or what the word vigour meant. Mommy and daddy are silly sometimes, she thought, and then carelessly returned to the new Lego set sprawled on the carpet. Anyway, daddy is right: her mommy is tiny. So Harriet doesn’t understand why she needs such a big bed if Harriet isn’t allowed to sleep with her every night — well, the nights when she stays in her home number one, the messy home with the messy pillows. Harriet rolls out of bed and goes straight to her mom. Her eyes have adjusted to the dark, and she doesn’t have to walk far. When she enters her mommy’s bedroom, though, something is off. Something is different. She squeezes her eyes to get a better look and — what? Does mommy know someone is sleeping in the big bed with her? Did she notice? It wouldn’t be the first time she hadn’t noticed something. Harriet remembers when mommy was taking a shower for so long that daddy had to use his special emergency key to get into the house (Harriet isn’t allowed to open the front door - yet). He brought ice cream to share with them — his two favorite girls, he said— but mommy was taking so long in the shower that she didn’t even realize daddy was in the house, waiting with Harriet in the kitchen! So when she finally came out in her soft lilac robe, her hair all wet, saying Hattie, we should get dressed! Daddy called twice, and for sure he’s on his way here. We don’t want to be late for the mov— Harriet and daddy both laughed, their mouths full of ice cream — she was talking so fast! Mommy looked a little surprised to see him in the kitchen, but definitely not unhappy. I had to use the emergency key - he said - The ice cream was melting, and you weren’t picking up your phone or answering the doorbell — that's emergency enough, right, munchkin? Harriet nodded, focused on the delicious chunk of chocolate brownie she had just found. I was only in the shower for ten minutes! (Daddy raised his eyebrows at her) And you both finished the chocolate brownie! There’s another tub waiting for you in the freezer, mommy! Daddy brought one just for you! So mommy had the ice cream too, and daddy couldn’t help but touch her lilac robe — it really was the softest robe. Because mommy sometimes gets distracted, Harriet tiptoes closer to the bed, her bad dream completely forgotten. She has to tell her mommy — because what if mommy doesn’t know? But first, Harriet has to know herself, because she is a curious little munchkin, after all — her daddy tells her that all the time. Who is this other person?

One small step toward the big bed; another and — "Daddy???" She doesn’t mean to speak out loud — mommy and daddy are both sleeping — but she is surprised. Very surprised. Daddy sleeps in her house number two: the one without the messy pillows. They always see each other now: he drives her to school almost every day, they all go to the park together, and to the cinema, and to Balloon Benny every Sunday, because Sunday is for waffles after church, and Balloon Benny makes the best waffles in the whole universe. But right after dinner, after mommy and daddy tuck her in and kiss her goodnight, he goes to his pillow-free house. She knows that because sometimes she sleeps there too, in her room number two (the un-messy one), while mommy stays here. Did he forget? "Daddy?? Daddy!! Wake up!!" "Sweetheart, what happened? Are you all right?" His voice is groggy and quiet, much quieter than Harriet’s, who’s getting a little excited. "Daddy, what are you doing? Do you know this is mommy’s bed? Did you forget to go back to your home for the night? You have your own big bed, don’t you remember?"

He’s slightly taken aback by the stream of questions in the middle of the night, but he chuckles softly as he says "Sweetheart, isn’t this home too?" After thinking for half a second, a cascade of fast-paced words tumbles out of her. "Well of course, daddy, it’s your home too because we’re here all the time, mommy and me, and you always say home is wherever I am, and I’m here, and mommy’s here, and you like mommy, and you always come here to stay with us and have dinner and play and watch movies, but then you go sleep in your own big bed. Mommy only shares her big bed with me - sometimes. Did you tell her you’re sleeping next to her tonight? You know mommy, maybe she hasn’t noticed, and we should tell her you’re here, so she knows." Her daddy laughs; Harriet doesn’t get why this is so funny, but she laughs too. She loves it when they laugh together — Harriet, daddy, and mommy, of course. She loves them so much, and she knows they love her too — to the moon and back, they always say. "I think you’re right, maybe she doesn’t know I’m here. So we should definitely tell her, and then we can all go back to sleep. Come on, sweetie, come here. Did you have a bad dream?" he asks, reaching out for her hand. "Wait, daddy. Mommy is tiny, and I am tiny, but you are not tiny. Are you sure there’s room for me on the bed?" "There’s always space for my munchkin"

So Harriet climbs onto her mommy’s bed, her mommy still asleep (Harriet, on the other hand, is wide awake now). Her daddy kisses her sweetly on the cheek before settling her between him and her mom. The bed is bigger than she remembered because the three of them fit perfectly. How exciting. Harriet snuggles under the covers and whispers "Daddy, can I tell her? Can I wake her? Can we sleep with our eyes open like fishes do?" "You wake her, Hattie, if you can. I’m sure her eyes are pretty closed though" he says, still smiling with his voice as he strokes her curls. Harriet turns her back to her dad and gently touches her mommy’s peaceful face. This is too exciting. This is the best surprise. "Mommy!! Mommy, wake up!! Do you know daddy is sleeping next to you? Well, he’s not sleeping anymore because I woke him up, but do you know he’s here?? AND IT’S THE NIGHT! I think he forgot he has his big bed in the other home, but it’s okay, right? I don’t really mind. Do you? This is the best bed with the fluffiest pillows" It takes her mom a couple of seconds to register what’s happening. When she opens her eyes — Harriet knows she’s sooo sleepy — she looks at Harriet, then at daddy, and then… she gives her a huge smile and the biggest hug. "This is the best bed, peanut, and it really has the fluffiest pillows. And you know why?" Her voice sounds a bit emotional, but Harriet doesn’t quite get why. It’s just so exciting to snuggle in bed with her two favorite people. Harriet knows what’s coming next; a smirk plays on her lips as she turns to face her daddy again. It’s really dark, but she can see his smile and his eyes so clearly. He knows what’s coming too, and tries to give an unconvincing look of disapproval. "Because mommy and Hattie always know best, daddy!" Mommy and Harriet recite in unison their not-so-secret mantra; it’s their joyful pact of unity. Daddy always pretends to resist, but Harriet knows he loves it.

"Yeah, yeah, you’re the most perfect bubbly duo. I don’t think there’s a higher concentration of stubbornness in the world. Happy, ladies? As usual, you win the argument" "And your heart, daddy?" "That you won a long time ago, sweetheart" "Yeah, but I wasn’t born a long time ago, daddy. I’m a child. You and mommy are old. So mommy must have won it first" Her parents both laugh, gently caressing her hair and her belly. It’s soothing and calming and so full of love. It’s the best feeling for Harriet. It even tops Grandma Catherine’s bedtime stories. She could stay here forever. "See? I have nothing left to add, your honor, this child of mine, who wasn’t born a long time ago, is too prepared” “And on this note, child of yours, it’s time to return to our good night’s sleep” Mommy looks at Harriet, but Harriet’s eyes are already closed; apparently, she can’t fall asleep with her eyes open like fishes do. However, she doesn’t mind now. She’s too comfy. The last image she captures before drifting off again is her daddy’s bright eyes, looking intently at her mom. He’s so focused, and his eyes are so alive. Her mommy looks at him too, and Harriet knows she’s smiling. I know you so well, she thinks, already half-asleep.

“All the planning, Jackson, to weigh the best moment to explain it to her, and then she wakes up in the middle of the night and poof! It’s been over a month since she last woke up in the middle of the night, I thought we were safe! I had a whole speech prepared: Mommy and daddy are already close, but we want to be even closer, so how do you feel about saying goodbye to one of your bedrooms so we can all stay together and—” “Babe, you’re stressing out too much. You know what I think? I think we were so busy talking about how to talk about it, and hiding it from her like she doesn’t have eyes and great observation skills, that we kind of missed her putting the pieces together in her own way. I mean, I don’t think she knew knew, but she did catch us making out in the bathroom. Did she believe you when you said you were sitting on me to pop a pimple on my cheek? Maybe. But she’s five, she’s not stupid. Now let’s all sleep, please, it’s 3 in the morning” Their voices are brisk but hushed, and it’s what lulls Harriet to sleep. Her mom laughs and sighs a little. “This child of ours has outsmarted us once again” Harriet feels their embrace tighten around her; she is outsmarty, isn’t she? — her last coherent thought before sleeping till morning.

[peachyxkeen00]

Masterlist

You Drive Me Crazy || Sam Evans

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Heartbeats || Jackson Avery

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Underneath The Moonlight || Isaac Lahey

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Opposites Attract || Hazel Callahan

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Happiness In The Darkest Of Hours || George Weasley

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The Voyager || Sanji Vinsmoke

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[kendyzzlewp]

can someone plis write a japril insipired by Daddy, I Love Him but make it teenage Harriet yelling it at Jackson

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