#lnds dr. greyson

[dawnbreakersgaze]

You either die a fandom normie, or live long enough to see yourself become that one weirdo entirely obsessed with that super niche side character that like 4 other people care about.

[dawnbreakersgaze]

First let me just-

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ‼️‼️‼️

🥹🥺😩 okay now that that's out of my system can we just talk about Grey calling you Angel for a fucking second real quick because IM- YOU- I WAS-

I didn't know I needed that in my life???!? I had to take a minute to just let those synapses connect because it's so sweet and the whole 'angel of mercy'/medical staff thing I'm like aahhhh~

And please the intern and Yv roasting him a little at the end 🤣 This was so cute and I'm so so incredibly humbled and grateful that I could help inspire more Greyson fans! This one definitely has a forever spot in my heart, like you have no idea ♡

Cardiology Runs on Caffeine

Figured I'd go ahead and contribute some to the Dr. Greyson fandom, inspired by @dawnbreakersgaze ! So enjoy.... this?

Third shifts can suck. Especially third shifts in retail. You have to hope that all of the stores you need are open by the time you get off work, or you have to keep yourself awake even longer to take care of errands, or wake up hours before your shift. Phone calls and appointments interrupting your sleep, killing your social time with non-third-shifters. 

Despite all of that, you wouldn’t trade third shift for the world. Sure, you get some… interesting customers, the occasional drunkard, but you also get the hard workers who are doing their best to keep things going till morning. The medical professionals, the students, the drivers, all of whom are so grateful that you’re still open. Those are your favorite customers. 

Just as you were thinking over that fact while tidying up behind the counter, you lifted your head when hearing the bell at the entrance to the cafe. 

“Welcome!” You greeted, just like always, only to get more genuinely excited when recognizing the familiar wavy brown hair from the doorway. “Ah, Dr. Greyson!” You greet, going to the counter. The poor man looked tired, but that didn’t stop him from offering you a brilliant smile that made your cheeks flush slightly. “Would you like your usual, or something new?”

Grayson hummed as he considered the offer. “Let’s go with a surprise.” He answered, nodding to himself as if to solidify the decision. 

You let out a small laugh as you started to get everything out, listening as he started to absently hum to the music playing on the radio. “Is this the start of your shift, or the end?” You asked curiously. How much caffeine does he need?

“It’s the start, and I have a feeling it’s going to be a long one.” He answered honestly, leaning against the counter to watch you work, even with your back to him at the moment. “But at least I’ll be starting it on the right foot, with some of your amazing handiwork to get me going.” By his tone alone you could picture the adorably confident grin on his face. 

You laughed at his flirtations, glancing over your shoulder at him, hoping your face wasn’t as flushed as it felt. “You flatter me, doctor~” 

You two fell into a comfortable silence as you worked, the radio filling the quiet. You did a few little tricks as you worked since it’s been a slow night and you can’t help it, really. Dr. Greyson is such a kind person, but well respected. The kind of man you can’t not like. Something about him compelled you to impress him, in what little ways that you could. 

It didn’t take long before you were offering him his cup, going through the usual transaction. “I know it’s easier said than done, but try to take care of yourself where you can, okay?” You asked him, glancing up from the register. “This might come as a shock, but I actually enjoy having you come by.” You teased, your smile widening to a more proper grin when seeing the tell-tale signs of a blush on his cheeks. 

Success!

Greyson let out a sheepish laugh, rubbing the back of his neck as he finally picked up his drink. “Aww, you flatter me!” He insisted, trying to keep his fluster from being quite so obvious, and failing spectacularly. 

You just grinned, settling your cheek in your hand. “I just speak the truth.” You returned playfully, knowing that you need to send him on his way soon… but you’re enjoying his company so much that you’re hesitant to remind him of the fact. Unfortunately, you know that you can’t be that selfish. 

“As much as I’d love to keep you all to myself, I should probably let you get going. Let you go be an awesome doctor, saving lives, all that amazing stuff.” You encouraged, even playfully moving your hands to shoo him out. 

Greyson laughed more heartily this time, leaving his usual tip for you as he got ready to leave, holding his free hand up in surrender. “Okay, okay, I’m leaving. But you need to take care of yourself too, okay?” He insisted, even pointing at you in playful ‘warning’ as he stood at the door, his grin never faltering. 

You offered him a salute in response, your amused giggles music to Greyson’s ears as he finally left to finish his walk to Akso. He already felt refreshed, and he hadn’t even tried the undoubtedly amazing drink you’d made for him yet. 

You hummed in content as you watched him go, your sorrow that your time with him today was so short gradually getting overshadowed as an idea began to form. 

And oh was this going to be beautiful. 

For the rest of your blissfully quiet shift, you were working on your little plan. Scouring your messages for information and prepping the materials. Perhaps this was some wild overkill, you aren’t even entirely certain if you could get away with it… but there’s only one way to find out! 

So once your shift ended and your coworker was there to take over for you, you gathered the drink carriers you’d just finished preparing, and headed in the same direction that Greyson had gone down just a few hours ago. You knew he worked at Akso Hospital, in the cardiology department, so you didn’t have to look completely foolish trying to figure out where he worked. 

Despite how brief your interactions always end up, you still managed to learn a lot about him and his coworkers, to the point you actually recognized some of them when they came in the first time at his suggestion. It still makes you chuckle, remembering their shocked and mildly concerned faces. Greyson had gotten such a kick out of it when you told him about it, to the point he had accidentally snorted hot coffee up his nose since you hadn’t timed it well enough. You still feel bad for that, no matter how much he insists it’s fine… 

Seeing Akso in front of you, you took a deep breath and walked in. The sun was just barely coming up, and honestly you were tired. But you’re also determined. Besides, if you’re tired, what of the doctors and nurses you’ve gotten to know here? 

Speaking of, you beamed when recognizing a familiar face at the front desk. “Yvonne!” You were quick to get to the front desk, careful not to spill your trays, setting them on the counter to let your wrists rest and to grab one of the cups out. 

“Well fancy seeing you here!” Yvonne returned, genuinely seeming surprised, but eyeing the cups hopefully. “I’m going to hope that you’re here to be an angel of caffeine, and not as a patient?” She asked, glancing up to you again. 

You nodded with a laugh, offering her a cup with her name on it. “I’m not here as a patient, no. I just got off work and thought it’d be fun to surprise everyone I could with a little ‘pick-me-up’. Greyson mentioned he had a feeling it was going to be a long day, so…” You trailed off as your cheeks warmed, offering a sheepish shrug to finish your mini-ramble. It didn’t help that Yvonne was grinning at you in such a cat-like way that if it weren’t a hospital, you’d be inclined to cover her face. 

“Wait here, dear. I’ll get Greyson to come down for you.” She reassured, picking up her work phone to call him up. You couldn’t quite hear what was being said, but you had a feeling you’d find out soon. 

As expected, Greyson didn’t take long to make his appearance. It was a little strange to see him all geared up, white coat and all. But it also seemed fitting. Really cemented the whole doctor thing. He looked downright exhausted now, your expression softening in sympathy. The fatigue didn’t last though, his confusion replaced with excitement when seeing you. It almost reminded you of a puppy, if you were honest. 

“What are you doing here?” He asked, though it wasn’t accusatory. A little concerned, but not upset in the slightest. 

Instead of answering him immediately, you pulled out his cup from the drink trays, offering it to him with a smile. “I come bearing gifts.” You teased lightly. 

You may as well have just told him you hung the sun yourself, with the complete and utter joy and gratitude that he was looking at you with. 

He accepted the cup easily and took a sip, letting out a content hum at the taste. His usual, exactly as he likes it. “You are a godsend.” He breathed, noticing the rest of the cups. “Are those for the others?” He asked, looking to Yvonne as she took a pointed sip of her own sweet caffeine concoction. 

Greyson looked to you again as you nodded, more sheepish now. “Who I could remember, at least. I don’t know if I’m allowed to take them back or not, though…” 

Greyson and Yvonne both looked at each other for a moment before sharing a nod. Yvonne took just a moment to provide a visitor badge for you, though she instead passed it to Greyson, who very gently settled it on your shirt. He made sure you had plenty of time to stop him if you wanted, but you were too flustered and surprised by the flurry of movement to actually intervene, not that you found yourself inclined to stop him to begin with. 

“So long as you don’t go far, it should be fine.” He reassured with a grin, grabbing one of the trays. 

You took the cue, picking up the other tray and following him as he led you out of the waiting room. He held the door open for you, leading you down the hallways. As expected, the hospital smelled very… clean. Sharp. But not unpleasant. Though, maybe that’s thanks to having the warmest person next to you, beaming at you. “Now, what prompted the surprise visit?” He asked curiously. 

You flushed, focusing on your tray because you feared you might combust if you looked up at him as you answered. “You mentioned that you had a feeling it was going to be a long shift… I figured you’d have a pretty good sense for when to expect long shifts, and my shift was pretty slow. So… I thought it’d be fun to make drinks for as many people as I could remember.” You shrugged sheepishly, glancing up at him again. 

Greyson’s expression had softened, but his smile never faltered. “That’s real sweet of you, y’know that?” He asked, even if he wasn’t really expecting an answer. 

Not that you were really given an opportunity to answer, one of the interns you’d made a drink for stopping you two in the hall. 

“Oh, hey!” They greeted, surprised as they looked between the two of you, glancing at your visitor’s pass for just a moment before looking to Greyson curiously. 

You let Greyson explain that you had brought drinks for some of the staff, checking the trays to figure out which cup went to the intern. As a result, you were oblivious to the intern realizing just how well you and Greyson were getting along. They didn’t dare comment on it, of course, but… they couldn’t deny it, either!

So instead they just thanked you profusely for the drink before hurrying down the hall again, likely having more stuff to take care of. 

Greyson led you to the nearest break room, setting the tray down to sort through them and figure out who got which cup. You’d even made a cup for Dr. Zayne, even if you aren’t entirely sure if he was going to be here tonight. He’s such a workaholic, you wouldn’t be surprised if he was. 

Greyson hummed softly as he sorted the cups, then turning his attention to you. “You’re an angel.” He told you, leaving no room for argument, but his tone was gentle all the same. There was affection lacing every syllable, and a weight to it that you couldn’t quite place. 

It had your face flushing despite yourself, rubbing the back of your neck as you looked away again. “It’s just… it feels like a little thing I can do to support you guys… you work so hard to take care of everyone.” You tried to explain. 

Greyson chuckled, considering for a moment before wrapping one arm around your shoulders to give you a small hug without overwhelming you, squeezing you into his side carefully. “That’s sweet of you. We do this job because we want to help people, but small acts of kindness like this help us get through it a little easier.” 

Glancing to the clock in the room, he honestly started to pout. “I should go ahead and let you head home, though. I don’t want to keep you up too late, and I can go ahead and distribute these to where they need to go.” He offered, his arm still around you as he led you out of the break room. “This really was an awesome surprise though, angel.” He hummed playfully, running at how flustered you got at the nickname. 

You couldn’t help but elbow him in retaliation, though you were careful not to risk doing actual damage or anything. Clearly you didn’t do any damage, based on the laughter that followed your ‘attack’. 

“Whaaaat?” Greyson whined playfully, still grinning as he looked down at you, holding his hands up in surrender. “I’m just telling the truth! You’re amazing, and it’s a fact!” He insisted, opening the door to the waiting room for you again. 

You were so distracted by Greyson’s teasing that you didn’t notice Yvonne and the intern watching you two from the front desk as you shoved Greyson again, even as your own laughter started to bubble up. “Oh shut up!” You fussed, trying to calm down at least somewhat. 

Greyson just looked proud of himself, playfully acting as if he were seriously thinking over the instruction before shaking his head. “Naaaah.”

You snort, rolling your eyes and waving him off. “Go back to being a smart handsome doctor.” 

There were a few beats of quiet as everyone registered what you had just said, Greyson finding himself starting to flush almost as much as you had earlier. You, on the other hand, thought you could combust right then and there with how flustered you were. 

“Um… have a good rest of your shifts!” You quickly said before hurrying out of the hospital, mentally kicking yourself for such an embarrassing exit. 

Yvonne was the first of the trio still in the hospital to speak, turning her chair towards Greyson and quirking a brow. “So…. you’re going to ask them out, right?”

[beneathashadytree]

AFTER THE FIRST KISS - GREYSON X OC

Warnings : none that I know of!

Genre : tooth-rotting fluff <3

Additional notes : I’ve only just realized that amidst all my COVID issues, I’d forgotten to post this absolutely heartwarming SMAU @dawnbreakersgaze commissioned from me!! Expect another one to be posted within a day, because our resident cute doctor makes me feel things😵‍💫 EVERYONE SAY THANK YOU KAY FOR THEIR SWEET REQUEST THAT GOT MY BRAIN JUICES GOING!!🙏🏽

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[zaynesluverdeepspace]

HES ADORABLE LOOK

I'm a sucker for glasses as you can see

[xinnn6]

POOR GREYSON SJSBSJSB

[alexzandraasss]

drunk!mc x zayne

I need a fic of this..

[erisnxxi]

YEESSS WE GOT ZAYNE IN SCRUBS

AND DR GREYSON!!!!

[ineclipsedpast]

MC: I didn’t drink that much last night.

Dr. Greyson: you were flirting with Zayne.

MC: so what? He’s my boyfriend.

Dr. Greyson: you asked if he was single

Dr. Greyson: and then you cried when he said he wasn’t.

[deepspace-mens-socialarchives]

Recent chats could fill up Doctor-patient joke collection❄️ Zayne moment post : ALL possible outcomes

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[mikasvoid]

Now Zayne 💀

Poor Greyson 😭

[eniteoepoch]

Farm boy Greyson?

Farm boy Greyson!

I’ve been having some high pain days lately (as indicated by the quality of this piece lol) and have been writing a little AU in my head about if Grey had never left Sweetwater (where his family farm is), or rather- if he’d left and gotten all the way to his residency before something happened to one of his parents and he had to go home to help them with said farm.

His sister Harper of course still remains on Skyhaven, as she was always better suited to jets than goats and fences, but she visits a lot more frequently to help where she can.

Auri probably ends up hiding out in sweetwater trying to avoid her inevitable engagement when she meets the cute farm boy, and it all kicks off from there into Country Boy vs Rich Asshole or something lol. All I know is he fills out those wranglers like you wouldn’t believe 😩🤌🤌🤌 farm chores do that man GOOD 😌

[dawnbreakersgaze]

Dr.Greyson got a face reveal in Zayne’s new card !!

OH MY GOD HE DID!!!!!

Please nonnie TELL ME WHY I CRIED trying to get the courage to freaking watch the video lmaooooo I'm such a god damned baby 🤣😩😭

But it's okay he's an adorable little DORK

Everything else I say will be posted below the cut for spoilers

First off, SAY HELLO TO CANON GREYSON

I'll update this with better quality photos when I actually get the card on my iPad and get some BEEFY good quality.

I got the brown hair and (maybe??) blue eyes right, though they look more on the gray-blue side rather than the piercing blue I gave him.

And those glasses?! You guys have no idea how BADLY I wanted to give Grey glasses but I thought it was "too much" like Zayne SO FUCK YEAH I GET TO DRAW HIM IN GLASSES MUAHAHAHA

He's definitely got the straight af nose I gave him, but the jawline is very much more typical of the style LnDS likes (which makes sense, it's still an art style, even in 3d models). I love that they gave him the longer, less arched brows (another thing I drew, though they definitely went thinner, to compliment the much more delicate, boyish facial structure they've gone with).

My only big complaint is the haircut tbh, and that's just because I desperately wanted SOMEONE, ANYONE on LnDS to have some longer, wavy hair 😩😩😩 I'm going to miss drawing those luscious locks and imagining running my fingers through them and thinking about pulling his hair a lil, you know, as a treat 😌

Overall, while he doesn't resemble my Greyson very much, I give him a 7.5/10

Would still smash. He looks like he'd fall to pieces if you showed him your boobs and imo that's just as wonderful as a man who's confident with them. He's a man you can teach and he'd study pretty damn hard iykwim 👀

His glasses are cute and so is he. He's giving "the entire cast of The Mummy" smashed into one person, and my bisexual ass is here for all of it.

As for what this means for Greyson's blog and my art and my Greyson? Well, that'll be an answer for not very very tired Kay 😅

[beneathashadytree]

ACCIDENTAL (AND FIRST) IN-CALL “I LOVE YOU” - GREYSON X OC

Warnings : none that I can think of!

Genre : fluff and puppy love☹️🫶🏽

Additional notes : Aaaand here comes my second Greyson commission made by the lovely @dawnbreakersgaze who has converted us all to Greysonism🙏🏽 I keep thinking what mannerisms and texting quirks I’d like to give him, but since we can’t text him and make sure of that in-game, I settled on just showing his unique personality through the actual content of the SMAU😋💗 Sorry for not responding to my DMs and messages at the moment!! I’m still fresh on the road to full recovery and have lots of delayed paperwork to fill out for my patients😵‍💫

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[alexzandraasss]

SPOILERS FOR STEAMY PROXIMITY (Zayne’s new promise card)

Poor Greyson why is it always his ass getting traumatised. First the birthday event now this 😭 Also bro doesn’t know about Hidden Motive.

[erisnxxi]

WHY IS HE A CUTIE PATOOTIE??🥲🥲

[yvonnesrespite]

It’s not okay to feel this. He has to be wrong. He has to be. If Greyson is right, then what’s the point of her being…well, her? Everyone goes through these things; Pressure that crushes you so intensely that your blood might as well turn into gems, doubt that swirls in your chest like a whirlpool that’s pulling you down and spinning you at incomprehensible speeds, and just true hurt. The thing is that caring about what’s said and what’s done is exactly what leads to the hurt.

Sure, Yvonne is known for being nice even with her witty and sarcastic remarks and jokes, but those jokes keep her at a safe distance. At least, that’s what she’s always thought. If she can still laugh about or during something that’s supposed to be emotionally taxing, then she’s fine and totally not invested enough to feel that blow. She’s always the one to make jokes, to lead the way, to explain things to those who need help, and the one to nudge others into place when they cross certain lines. Caring too much? That’s so far from the truth. She cares just the right amount. She does. That’s how it’s always been.

Then there’s the times where she hasn’t been able to laugh or smile during those times. It’s rare and went unnoticed for the longest time. She used to be able to stomach even the most heartbreaking scenes, whether it’s unexpected and early goodbyes, the tears of someone who didn’t deserve the bitter touch of tragedy; She’s always, ALWAYS been able to either process it and move on, or find a way to hide the sharp pains that come with emotional investment. Sometimes she hid it by forcing more smiles. Sometimes she hid it by busying herself with other matters. Even trivial matters. Anything.

She does care. The realisation hits her slowly, but the impact is like being hit by a rocket breaking the sound barrier. It’s a slow motion fist coming at her, and she now sees that the pain is just as intense even if it’s slower, and she’s just learned to put up those walls before the pain crawls to its maximum. 

Everything she ever believed about herself is feeling as if it’s starting to crumble and cave in over her head.

The only thing she can’t grasp is why, why did the words of those gossiping newbies get to her? The way they spoke about her, it’s nothing new, right? No. It was just usually done away from her since, well, yeah, Yvonne is still respected and those who trifle with her get put in their place. Either by other staff or by the nurse herself. It’s the first time that she’s heard them gossip about her like this in a while. Like, a LONG while. What’s different now? She knows that the words don’t impact HER. She is who she is. People can say what they want. They can think what they want.

And it hits her. The rocket breaks the sound barrier. The first collides with her jaw. The galaxies meet and burst into supernovas that shine a new and unsettling reality in her face. Something that’s starting to grow in her but she’s pushed it down so hard that it surely cannot be true. Surely.

The weight of his arm pushes down on her shoulder so gently that it stops the whirlwind of turbulent thoughts and realizations. Just for a moment. Her heart which was once beating rapidly like the thundering hooves of a stampede slows down. Despite that, the tears she was trying to hide have finally, finally escaped their ducts and rolled down her cheek in rose blush stained rivulets.

Like a river wearing down a rough rock into a smooth pebble, the tears wore down her walls enough for that much more in touch side of her to come out. The part of her that she protects like herself and the universe depends on it, it just comes out like how her arms wrap around him as soon as she turns her torso just enough. Warm tears soak Greyson’s shirt as she silently, silently weeps into him. He’s her best friend. Her rock. Her anchor. 

In a weary tone and a voice slightly muffled by his shirt, she whispers, “You don’t get it, do you?”

Yet it’s not a sharp tone. It’s not pettiness. It’s not anger. It’s none of those and it’s so painfully evident in the way her grip on his shirt tightens ever so slightly. If he doesn’t want her to bottle it up, then fine.

“You’re right about a lot of it. But I…it’s not that I care about whatever made me feel this w-way. It’s…”

It’s what? Or rather, he’s what?

“...it’s that I’m scared of what you’ll think or do if you hear it. What if you hear it and see me differently? If you start to believe it and suddenly I’m not someone you want to be around? What if-”

He’s her Achilles heel.

If I act like I don’t care; It’s ‘cause I care too much

Closed RP with @drgreysonmd

Akso’s cafeteria was a bit of a lively place some days. Chatters of the patients, loved ones, nurses, and other staff fill the air. Of course there’s the scent of all the delicious food being cooked and served as well. People are sharing their time together, laughing, questioning, answering, you know; socializing. If there’s a social ecosystem amongst the Akso staff, then it’s easy to assume who would be near the top of the food chain.

One of these possible candidates is sitting at a table near the back. She brings the coffee cup to her perfectly glossy pink lips. Perfect like the way she sits. She doesn’t even have to say she’s at the top because it’s all in how she holds herself. Even casually. Even unknowingly. It must be nice to exude such confidence and power. Especially when the social climate amongst nurses is known to be quite cutthroat.

Is it that nice? Are they that nice?

In the middle of taking the sip the young nurse pauses. Familiar voices catch her ear and usually she doesn’t pay much attention. She’s learned to tune out the chatter to focus on performing her job to the best of her abilities. After all, that’s why she works here. She wants to help others. She-

“...is such a try-hard. I heard she gets special treatment from Dr. Zayne,” says one of the voices nearby. This shouldn’t be much of a concern to the subject of focus here though, which is this particular nurse sitting at the table with her tea. She’s just minding her own business. Unless her name is called, then it certainly shouldn’t be of any concern t-

“Oh totally! The other day, I saw Yvonne come out of Dr. Zayne’s office looking totally wrecked. Messy hair, dazed, like, she HAS to be hooking up with him. That’s the only way she’s so well known.”

“How many do you think she’s-”

The screeching of the metal chair on the tile floor halts the conversation of the young women nearby, who happen to be interns. Usually Yvonne could handle the jabs and jests of her co-workers, and even put the catty interns in their place with some memorable reality checks. She was Yvonne of Akso, after all. She was tough. She was untouchable. Trying to land a hit on her would be like punching a steel chestplate. It won’t work.

Yet there’s no retort. No comeback. Not even a glance. These interns haven’t had a taste of Yvonne’s pettiness. They don’t even get the chance either. She’s already walking out of the cafeteria and down some random hall.  The coffee cup that both of her hands were wrapped around is now sitting on the table. Abandoned like the conversation that the interns were having nearby. Not completely, actually.

“Do you, uhm, think she heard us?”