#jackson avery fic

[trqelove]

i’ll stay for as long as you need me to.

in which florence shepherd loses her brother, and jackson avery is the air she needs.

A/N: hi! i hope you enjoy this fic. please read and consider following me and sending requests. this is unedited and 955 words. 🤍

“Florence, how much longer do you think you have in here?” Jackson whisks into the OR, mask over his face.

Florence Shepherd does not look up, her eyes trained on the patient in front of her. 

“Hell if I know,” she scoffs out. “It was going so well, until it wasn’t.” 

When Jackson doesn’t respond, Florence shrugs. “An hour, tops. Why? Is everything okay?” 

“Yeah, of course, Flo. Mind if I watch?” 

Florence glances up, but only for a second. “I never mind. J, are you okay?” 

Jackson scoffs. “Yeah, just, yeah. I’ll stay out of your way, promise.” 

Florence focuses back on her work, she loves Jackson, he’s been her best friend for as long as she can remember, but sometimes, she simply does not understand him. 

The youngest Shepherd continues her surgery, Jackson stands in the corner, shifting uncomfortably every so often. Florence isn’t sure what’s wrong with him, maybe nothing, but she doesn’t care, she enjoys the company of her best friend. 

Florence completes her surgery just before the hour mark, assigning an intern to close the young boy up. “C’mon, J, you can tell me what the hell has got you so anxious in the corner of my OR,” Florence teases as she walks out of the OR, and begins scrubbing out.

It’s when Jackson says nothing that Florence begins to worry. As she scrubs her hands, she looks to him, “What happened?” 

“Just-uh-keep scrubbing out,” he offers, scratching his head. 

“J, what the hell is wrong. You’re scaring me!” Florence turns the water off and faces him. 

Florence studies his face. The way his forehead creases and his lips are pressed shut. His eyes are filled with the despair and sorrow she is far too used to. “Who?” 

Jackson reaches for her, but she pulls away. “Who, Jackson?” 

She can’t bring herself to say the word, but she doesn’t have to, he knows. 

“Flo, please. Come sit with me.” 

“Is it Amy or Mer?” Florence paces the room, her breathing rising.

Jackson doesn’t answer, so Florence keeps talking. “No, Amy is on call. She’s in the room next to me. Is it Meredith? Or is it Derek? It can’t possibly be Derek, he’s too fucking smart to die. And he’s supposed to be in D.C. meeting with the president, or whatever.”

Florence inhales, stops pacing, and looks at Jackson. “But Mer said the White House called and he hadn’t arrived.” 

Jackson reaches out for her again, but she steps back. “No, I’m- You’re kidding, right? There’s no fucking way.” 

Jackson finally manages to grab her hand. She stares at the door though, not meeting his eye, or even turning towards him. 

“How?” She shudders out. “He’s too damn smart, Jackson. How?” 

Jackson swallows thickly and pulls her arm, tugging her towards him. “Do you really want me to tell you?”

Florence laughs. “He’s my brother, of course I do.” 

“There was an accident, he was taking a different route to the airport. He stopped to help them. After the ambulance came, he got back in his car, a semi came out of nowhere and hit him head on.” 

She stays silent for a moment, “Did he die on scene?”  

Jackson shakes his head, though she still isn’t facing him. “He made it to the hospital. They didn’t do a head CT and he had a brain bleed, I think. The police went to the house and took Meredith there. She waited, then they..”

Florence’s laugh cuts him off. “Meredith waited and then pulled the plug on my brother? Without calling anyone?”

“Let’s go somewhere more private, Flo. You can be with Amelia and..”

“Derek survived a shooting, nope, two shootings, then a plane crash. And he died because of a semi?” Florence’s laughter grows louder, before fading into sobs. 

She goes back and forth between laughs and sobs, the weight of the world sitting on her shoulders, as she gasps for more air. She can’t breathe, her heart is pounding and her lungs are being filled with water. She’s going to die, too. And then who will Amy have? And Meredith? And their poor mother. Two kids in one day. She’ll be devastated.

She doesn’t realize she’s on the ground until Jacksons’ arms wrap around her. They’re tight and secure, his hand fans through her hair, whispering comforting words. She wonders if the people assisting with her surgery can see her. She wonders what they think, she wonders if they know Derek’s dead, and she wonders if they even care. 

They have to care, though. Derek Shepherd is dead, and everybody cared about Derek Shepherd. 

She sobs until the sobs turn into incoherent hiccups, until Jackson carries her into an on-call room, laying her gently on a bed and curling in beside her. She lays against his chest, hearing his heartbeat. She cries again, because Derek’s heart isn’t beating, and she wonders if hers is, and if the water in her lungs is ever going to kill her. 

“Who made the call not to get a head C.T.?” She wonders aloud. “What kind of person makes that kind of call?” 

Jackson shakes his head. “I don’t know, Flo. I don’t know.”

“I hate them.”

He nods. “I know.” 

She sniffles and pulls away from him. “You probably have somewhere to be, don’t you?’

He shakes his head, pulling her back in, and pressing a kiss to the crown of her head. “Nowhere.”

“Then you’ll stay? I want to sleep, but I know I’m going to wake up in the morning and remember this is real, and it’s going to hurt all over again. And I am so scared.” 

“I’ll stay for as long as you need me to.”

[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.

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[fuddlewuddle]

So I got sucked in to watching the fun cruise ship doctor programme, and I wrote over 4k words of threesome smut 🙃

Hopefully someone will enjoy.💜

[babyjapril]

♡April & Jackson laying together♡

[japrilmusings]

What We Missed - Ch 8

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My short take on Jackson's return (which definitely will not happen).

[girlkisser13]

jackson avery masterlist

* indicates smut

headcanons

being married to jackson avery would include

nsfw headcanons

jackson avery x childhood best friend fem!reader

imagines

drabbles

[japril12]

[oscarisaacss-wp]

12 DAYS OF GIFMAS… DAY 5, your oc + their relationships (pt. 1, pt. 2): CHARLOTTE AVERY (and the most important person in her life) from WALLFLOWER, A Greys Anatamy Fanfiction.

“Someone told me once that I have never experienced unconditional love. I told them about my brother.”

excerpt / ANONYMOUS

feat. charlotte in miniature:

i. pinterest ii. wattpad (coming soon!)

[lovecomesbackaroundlove]

One thing I wish they addressed about Japril was how Jackson’s abandonment issues with his dad affected how Jackson viewed April’s Jordan stints.

Watching 13x16 as a viewer gave me so many insights into Jackson’s character that it was a real pity they never followed up on any of these insights or addressed how it affected his relationships with his loved ones.

[starryblueeyesandstarryblueskies]

I know I haven’t posted any fics in a while cuz the writers block has been blocking but I want to write some blurbs to try and work through it so

Please send me blurb/drabble requests for any of the following characters:

JJ Maybank- Outer Banks

Rafe Cameron- Outer Banks

Kiara Carrera- Outer Banks

Chris Alonso- Swat

Jay Halstead- Chicago PD

Ace Hardy- Nancy Drew

Toni Shalifoe- The Wilds

Anthony Bridgerton- Bridgerton

Jackson Avery- Greys Anatomy

Nicholas Scratch- The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Nikolai Lantsov- Shadow & Bone (show version)

(I’ll consider other characters if I like the request)

You can send me any idea or prompt (no smut pls) but here’s some lists if you want to take a peek:

Angsty Prompts

Hurt/comfort Prompts

Rival Prompts

Injury Prompts

Blushing Prompts

Late Night Call Prompts

Smiling Prompts

Misc Drabble Prompts

[anewkindofme]

Inspiration Saturday

Thank you for the tag @actualalligator

I've had this idea for another Grey's AU for awhile now, based off Jesse's role in "Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants 2" where he's a nude art model to pay for college. But it's me, so of course I took it one step further.

Mark and Addison got back together after moving to Seattle. He works as a mentor for last year med students at UW Medicine, which is where he meets the promising Jackson Avery-a man with a legacy he's trying to outrun. In time, Mark realizes it's so much more than that. 5 years earlier, when Jackson refused to go to "camp" to change his classification, Harper cut him off. Now, Jackson moonlights as a stripper in an attempt to pay for med school while also barely getting by with no caregivers.

As if Mark and Addison would let that continue...

Will I actually ever do this? Who knows? But I've had the idea for a while.

No pressure tag: @cianmarstoo, @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad & @snowviolettwhite

[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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[asliceoftoast]

part 3 of playing pretend alsoooo i am currently scrounging through my tumblr to see what i've posted and publishing those fics on ao3 so i don't end up double posting. so if you see me spamming ao3... i apologize in advance (´ ∀ ` *)

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Catherine looked out into the crowd, a donor rambling about something to her left. She noticed the trauma surgeon dancing with one of the many men who were eyeing her tonight, but she didn’t see her son. Scanning the room, she searched for her child on the dance floor. Then, by the food. When she didn’t see him, she turned her attention towards the darkened bar. There she saw Jackson nursing his drink, eyes trained back out to the center of the room, to April.

She tried to hide her smirk behind her glass. She had really outdone herself. 

The two landed in Boston earlier this morning, after spending the night in Ohio. They would have flown out immediately after April’s reunion if the Kepner matriarch hadn’t spotted Jackson waiting for her daughter outside as she grabbed her luggage. Karen had brought the plastic surgeon into her home, sweet as ever, and killed him with a little midwestern hospitality.

Catherine had met the two on the tarmac, waiting for them in her limo. They had stumbled off the plane weary from the hectic events of the day prior, not knowing what they were about to walk into.

April smiled warmly at Catherine despite the anxious energy radiating off of her in waves. She took in the moment and absorbed her mentor and icon’s presence as Jackson kissed his mother’s cheek and mumbled something about always being trapped in her antics. By the time Jackson asked her why she wanted the two in Boston, the driver pulled up in front of the Avery estate. Jackson stepped out of the car, expecting the two women to follow, but the car sped off leaving him alone in the dust. Her phone vibrated, surely Jackson complaining over text, but Catherine trusted that her assistant could handle him.

With her phone on silent and the man in question out of the car, Catherine dragged his best friend off on a bit of retail therapy. There was no way she would let the trauma surgeon attend an Avery Foundation Gala without the proper attire. It didn’t hurt that when she pried and asked all the intrusive questions Jackson griped about, April tried her best to answer, and even when she couldn’t, Catherine could read the young doctor like an open book. The questions were just for fun. All it took was just one look for Catherine to confirm what she knew this whole time. From the way April looked at her son, she knew he had a chance.

Now, illuminated under the floor lights, the normally shy surgeon glowed brightly. Her hair flowed down to her back in loose, fiery waves. The delicate diamonds in her jewelry caught the lights and flickered back to the audience. The black dress Catherine had chosen fit April perfectly and showed a little skin. It was sleeveless and tight, something she knew would drive her son crazy.

Slowly, she approached Jackson at the bar, effortlessly ending the conversation with the man droning on about budgets as she walked. He didn’t notice her presence, too busy mentally strangling the promising surgeon who had the pleasure of dancing with April.

“Are you going to do something about that?” she asked into the lip of her champagne flute. Jackson stopped staring daggers into the man for a second to look at his mother. Realization flitted across his face.

“Wha-”

“I always know, Jackson. I’m your mother.” Jackson huffed beside her, peeved his mother was inserting herself in his love life again.

“I can’t. She’s…” he hesitated, “April.”

Catherine rolled her eyes. When has Jackson Avery not chased after a woman he liked? The two returned to watching the dance floor and back out at the redhead dancing in another man’s arms. April smiled at the blond, leaning in to say something and blushing as his hands dropped to the small of her back. Jackson clenched his fist, resisting the urge to pry the surgeon’s hands off his best friend and off the place where he had his hand last night.

“If you don’t do anything, Jackson, you’re more of an idiot than I raised you to be.” His brows pinched, a frown etched into his face as his mother patted his cheek. Catherine sauntered off, a donor quickly joining her side as the two discussed one of the foundation’s many projects.

Jackson tightened his grip around his cup, fingertips turning white with the pressure. Taking a deep breath in, he chugged the remaining amber liquid and made his way to the dance floor. 

He avoided the other couples dancing to the song the live band was playing, sidestepping every couple of seconds. He heard her giggle, her tiny frame hidden away behind the blond’s broad shoulders. 

Jackson cleared his throat, shaking off the jealousy that started surging its way through his veins. She caught sight of him first, feet stopping as she met his gaze.

“Jackson,” April sighed breathlessly.

It was now or never. 

“Can I steal my girlfriend away for a second?” Jackson sent a poisonous smile to the other surgeon. The man April was dancing with quietly apologized to Jackson as he stepped back. Confusion flittered across the trauma surgeon’s face, hazel eyes meeting his blue ones. 

Her hands slowly dropped to her sides, stepping closer to her best friend under the bright lights that illuminated the dance floor. Her voice dropped to a whisper, words exchanged for just the two to hear. “This isn’t my reunion, Jackson. You don’t have to pretend to be my boyfriend.” 

“I know that.” He brought his hand to her wrist, thumb brushing against the thin metal bracelet encircling her wrist. Sliding his hand into hers, he raised it and placed the other on her waist. April resumed her position, placing her hand gently on his shoulder as she followed his lead.

April stood back, gasping as Jackson pulled her closer. Bodies pressed together, she tilted her gaze away from him, scared that the rosy blush of her skin would betray her.

He dropped his lips to the exposed crook of her neck, taking her breath away. Jackson took a deep breath in, the faint perfume she sprayed on earlier filling his lungs. Swallowing, he gathered the courage to ask. 

“And what if it wasn’t pretend?”

[japrilmusings]

What We Missed - Ch 7

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Hi again. Since I just celebrated my birthday over the weekend & because you all were so kind with the last chapter, here's a quick, longer update as a thank you.

This is an approach I had considered for Me & You & Boston - different from what I went with but I think it would work pretty well too given where they were in their lives & where we saw them in 17x14. :)

[doyelikehaggis]

Grey’s Anatomy | Jackson Avery/Mark Sloan | 2.5k

He left the bedroom, plastic stethoscope in hand, and walked back into the sitting room. Sloan lifted his brows, but his jaw fell.

"I'm going to get arrested for public indecency," Jackson said flatly. "I can't leave like this."

[girlkisser13]

grey’s anatomy masterlist

addison montgomery

alexander "alex" karev

alexandra "lexie" grey

amelia shepherd

andrew deluca

arizona robbins

calliope "callie" torres

cristina yang

derek shepherd

isobel "izzie" stevens

jackson avery

mark sloan

meredith grey

theodora "teddy" altman