#mark sloan one shots

[shelbgrey]

Hi, I had an idea for a fic . Would you be able to write a Mark Sloan x reader. He cheated on reader with her best friend Addison and found out she was pregnant after they broke up. Years later, when Mark is working at Seattle Grace, Y/N and her daughter/son travel to visit Derek but end up in a car accident. Their child is fine but Y/N has severe injuries. She wakes up to find out Mark knows about their child and wants to start again as a family. When she has recovered they get back together and Y/N becomes a surgeon at Seattle Grace. Thank you! (Sorry it’s long, it came to me in a dream 😂)

We are family(mark Sloan)

Paring: Mark Sloan X Shepherd!Reader

Summary: The reader and her son get into a car crash on their way to vist her brother Derek. While the son is fine the reader has several injuries and finds out Mark, her ex knows about his son.

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“are we there yet?” Jason said looking out the window of the car. I smiled at my son's brightness as he awaited our over due visit with his uncle Derek.

“almost honey” I said taking my eyes off the road for a second to look at my son.

The drive was long and it was making us both extremely antsy but it beat flying in a plan. I hated flying and my son had never really experienced it but he decided he'd never get on one due to all the movies he's watched.

The longer we drove the darker it got... And the storm fell heavier. The ran plunked on the car loud and fast as I drove down the highway. He had about an hour till we got to Seatle and I was extremely thankful. My anxiety spiked as I saw a car behind swerved then sped up.

“mom?” Jason asked.

���hang on” I mumbled and tried to speed up. The other car did beat me to it and swayed right. I gasped as the tired screamed and hit our car head on.

“mommy!”

Then it when black...

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

“Sloan, make sure the kid is okay” Webber shouted from the other side of the ER. As Jackson left to help Derek and April Mark ran to where he was instructed. He pulled the privacy curtain back and saw a small boy who was about ten years old. The little boy looked up at Mark with eyes that looked all to familiar. His hair was also a dark blonde that was shockingly familiar

Mark hesataed for a second and the two boys studied each other. The Boy titled his head for a second then Mark shaped out of it.

“Hey, kiddo what's your name?” he asked checking his head for any cuts. He only had one and it was on the left side of his forehead.

“Jason, sir”

“I'm Dr. Sloan” Mark smiled softy as he cleaned the kids cut. He couldn't shake this feeling, it was like he knew the kid or seen him before.

“is my mama okay?” he asked. Mark looked at the chart and his eye brows scrunched together as he barely heard the question. The Boy and his mother had the last name Shepherd... That's just a coincidence, right? Shephard is a common last name.

“Dr. Sloan?” the boy said softly. Mark quickly closed the chart then turned to the boy with a small smile.

“I'm sure your mom's fine, but wait here” before the Boy could argue mark was gone like a flash of lighting. He made sharp turn and nearly ran into the threshold of the room where the boy's mother was in.

His heart stopped as he watched a teary eyed Derek and Meredith giving the woman chest Compressions. “y/n...” he breathed out and stumbled backwards into the wall with his hand over his mouth.

Bailey looked over clules to the connections. “Sloan we'll need you on standby there's a nasty cut on this poor girls arm”

Her voice was muffled to him and then a ringing followed as he stood there shocked. There was nothing on his face... It was just blank.

Derek looked up and staired at his best friend with rage and sadness. Of course the two had made up and it killed Derek that he had to keep Jason a secret but at the same time anger and resent fueled him.

“stay with Jason, Mark!” Derek yelled as he checked y/n's eyes. In the back of Mark's mind he wanted to know how he knew the kids name but at the same time he left like a mindless robot.

He left the room as tears pricked his eyes. He tried to control himself but he couldn't help but shake as his stomach turned. He felt his whole body move uncontrollably and before he knew it he had emptyed his stomach in the trash can behind the nurse's station. Due to the commotion in the ER he calmed down in peace. But only one person noticed Mark Hurling in the small trash can.

“dude, you okay?” the same small voice said from behind.

Mark's eyes went wide and quickly covered his mouth and turned around. He looked down and saw the same damn eyes stare back at him.

“you shouldn't be up... You could have a conceson or-r” he's started to stutter unprofessionally as he paced infront of the boy. Boy looked up at him like he was crazy.

“I'm fine... Where's my mom?”

Jason didn't get his awnser as Mark quickly pulled him out of way. The fith strecher of the night came barreling through almost missing the boy.

'how many heart attacks can this kid give me? I just met him' mark thought as he pulled he boy to his chest and out of harms way.

Mark knelt down infront of Jason holding his shoulders. “are you okay?”

The boy nodded and smiled. Mark's steal blue eyes widened as it was like looking in a mirror. His mouth opened but no words came out. At least to the boys knowledge as a familiar voice shouted over Mark's.

“Jason! There you are” Jason's eyes widen with relief. “Aunty Amy!” the boy ran to the female shepherd and hugged her tight. Amilea looked at Mark and sighed.

“Aunty Amy...” Mark said like he got the answer he wanted all night.

“is my mom okay?” Jason asked Amilea. Amilea sighed and picked him up and carried him into the waiting room where it was quite. Mark follow as he wanted more awnsers.

“so this is your aunt?” Mark asked softly. Jason nodded. “and I Have a Uncle that works here too, he's a knea-row.. A-a nurosurgeon” he nodded each syllable as he tried to pronounce the word.

Mark's heart skipped a beat. “how old are you?”

Amilea looked between the almost identical boys. She knelt infront of the seat Jason was setting in and talked over him.

“you don't have to awnser that” Jason looked confused as he looked at the two doctors.

Mark got impatient and frustrated with Amilea. He ignored the female Shepherd and looked at Jason... Only Jason.

“how old are you kid?”

“10...now where the heck is my mom!?” Mark covered his mouth and set down as the months and years all fell into place in his mind. He sat there speechless as Amilea turned to her Nephew.

“your mom has to have surgery... She hit her head pretty hard and Dr. Sloan here is gonna stich her arm up... She'll be all better in no time”

Jason looked down with teary eyes and a pouty lip. He sniffed and cried into her shoulder as Amilea picked him up.

“hey” she started and pulled her head back so she could see the boy thst was hiding in her neck. “your mamas tuff right?”

He nodded without a sound. “and Uncle Derek is the smartest doctor you know right?”

Jason nodded again and this time Amilea nodded with him. “well you got nothing to worry about... Everything will be fine”

Amilea looked at Mark. “you got a surgery to get to, right?” Mark nodded silently and stood up. “don't let her down again... Or him” Amilea mumbled as he robotically walked away

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

“why didn't you tell me about Jason?” Mark asked as he stitched up y/n's arm. He felt his stomach turn as he did his best not to ruin the elephant tattoo she loved so much with stiches.

“I wanted to tell you but y/n thought it would be better if I didn't” Derek mumbled as he stopped her brain bleed.

Mark scoffed. He had no right to be mad at Derek but he was stood scared and almost relaved that Jason was his. He need to take his frustration out on some rather If it was far or not.

“I naver wanted to hurt her... Let alone loose her” Mark said. He regreted cheating on her since day one and no other woman could match up to her. There was no excuse to what he did but if he got a second chance he wouldn't screw it up.

“she was so broken and mad after addisson she thought you didn't deserve to know” Derek explained. “after she healed she was too scared to tell you... She didn't know how”

Mark looked down after he was done he bandaged up her arm and set next to her as Derek's words ran around his head. In his mind it was all his fault, he wished he could be with Jason since day one... He wished he could have asked y/n to marry him sooner instead of falling into Addison's clutches.

He still had the ring and he carried it around. He didn't know it was a coping mechanism or it was a symbol of the hope that still sparked inside of him.

After the surgery Mark walked into the waiting for with Derek. Mark sighed as he watched Jason and Amilea playing go-fish. Mark quietly knelt next to him and smiled.

“your mama isn't awake yet but do you want to see her?” jaosn nodded softly. Mark picked him up as Jason rubbed his eyes. Derek smiled softly and followed to make sure y/n was recovering properly.

“you gotta be quite, okay?” Mark told him. Jaosn nodded as Mark sat him down.

Mark opened the door and led Jason in. Jason remained quite as he smiled as his mom.

“can she hear me?”

“I like to think so” Derek said.

“hi mommy” jason whispered and placed his tiny hand on hers.

Jason sat with her for a bit longer and talked to her believing she could hear every word. Mark stayed the entire time to and set next to her. This isn't how he imagined spending time with his family but it was the first time he was in the same room with both of them.

At about midnight Derek and Meredith took Jason to their house to watch him while y/n recovers. Mark didn't leave though and he didn't plan on leaving anytime soon.

When He was sure they were alone he took her hand as tears started to fall. “you can't leave me... You can't leave jason”

“God he has your gorgeous eyes... And he's such a good kid... Reminds me of you” he whispered.

“I'm so sorry I hurt you... And when you wake up I'll spend the rest of our lives making it up to you and jason”

Mark didn't know how long he talked to her but before he knew it he feel asleep holding her hand. His deep slumber was interrupted in the early morning of the day but the bed shifting. He slow set up as he felt her squeeze his hand.

“Mark?” she looked so confused as she looked around.

He didn't know what possessed him but he chuckled with reilef as he leaned forward placing his lips to hers. It was quick kiss that held so much meaning.

“I'm so glad you're okay and jaosn perfectly fine he's with Derek and - and I'm missed you so much” Mark started to ramble and quickly stopped when he saw her softly chuckle.

“it's good to see you two Mark” she then looked at him with a serious expression. “I'm sorry I didn't tell you about Jason... I was just so mad and hurt... It wasn't fair to you”

He quickly shook his head. “you have nothing to be sorry for, I broke you and hurt you... And to be honest I've been miserable with out you”

“me too... I want you in jaosn's life” she admitted. Mark smiled. “Whatever you want... He's great kid and I wouldn't have it any other way”

Y/n smiled and grabed his hand. Tomorrow and the near future was uncertain but there was this silent reassurance that everything would be fine.

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Exhaustion by @multifandomimagines999​

An exhausted reader collapsed and her boyfriend comes to her rescue...then it all makes sense

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Fifth Friday One-Shot! (Early Turkey edition!)

Title: I Won't Give Up on Satisfaction

Pairing: Meredith Grey/Derek Shepherd

Summary: When an incoming trauma derails Meredith and Derek's plans, she takes matters into her own hands. PW(Little)P. Post S06x09 "New History"

AO3 || FFN

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(I was gonna post this last night but I ended up passing out on the floor for 16 hours so uh mb! Also if there are any grammar mistakes mb as well).

This is all in my opinion! And I probably missed a lot of things/I didn’t know what to write for them.

Teaser Trailer Theories

General notes

Personally I don’t think Benji (at least up to this scene) is hurt in a way that is life threatening to him or that he’s about to die. Because Ethan would not look this calm/composed, he does look like he might be on the verge of crying but it’s clearly not from Benji’s life being in danger at that moment.

It is clear though that something’s upsetting Benji though. (as I state later he looks to have been crying to a point where he tested up) Most likely it’s probably something to do with Ethan, or someone else close to him. Most popular opinion I’ve seen is Ethan planning on sacrificing himself or something along those lines. Whatever it is though it made Benji upset so… *murders it*.

Physical/movement notes

(Use this for these notes/use the Youtube video for better quality).

Benji looks like he was fully crying to the point of tears because I’m pretty sure there’s a tear on the tip of his nose.

Furthermore to that point I think Benji might have been leaning forward or something in the position because of where the tear is, or he was just already leaning forward enough that it got there. Not very sure about this one.

I think Ethan and Benji are both pushing and pulling against each other trying to seek each out/get closer to each other which I find to be very cute.

I wanna assume that Ethan’s hand that’s not on the back of Benji’s neck and that is out of frame is A. Holding Benji’s hands or B. Just holding into another part of Benji because that would be very sweet.

At the beginning of the clip Ethan was finishing a sentence so I’m just gonna assume that he was saying something important, upsetting, or trying to calm Benji.

Also at the beginning of the clip Benji had his eyes open looking at Ethan so I don’t really know, maybe that shows how he was fully focused on Ethan. I just noticed it and wanted to point it out.

Ethan’s hand tightens and moves up Benji’s neck when he touches his forehead to his which I find to be cute.

Benji has some injuries on his face which are also on him when they're having their Jurassic World looking moment as I like to put it, but he doesn’t have it in the plane so those two scenes happen after that and might happen near each other or before one another. (Marks are slightly different so I’m not 100% about this or it was just a consistency error).

Ethan looks really content for most of this scene but his jaw also tightens so he might be trying not to cry.

Somewhat related

Just like at the end of DR I think the voice over Benji and Ethan mean something, and I mean come on, saying “You refuse to sacrifice the one you hold close.” while showing Ethan and Benji (and Luther) has gotta mean something.

Also that moment between Ethan and Benji is one of the most actually physically intimate not sexual moment that’s happened in the entire franchise which I find to be very interesting.

Side notes

In every scene (and photo) we have of Luther so far he’s wearing the same outfit which appears to be some type of doctor or medical thing.

(Something about Luther working underground because of the backgrounds we’ve seen? I don’t remember what I was saying but I think it had something to do with this).

(Not actually sure about this one at all but let a guy dream, it’s prob just his hair being messed up/wet/fluffy). I think Ethan cut his hair some time in the movie sadly, because it looks way shorter in the end shot compared to other ones in my opinion. (*Cough cough* Maybe Benji cut it for him. *Cough cough*).

Sloane’s back which I think might have been hinted at by the photo of her in DR, bc yknow, why not.

SIMONS AND MISSION IMPOSSIBLES INSTAGRAM POSTS ABOUT THIS SCENE IN GENERAL GIVE ME A HEART ATTACK OF POTENTIAL FEAR. And that is all I will say about that.

I think this might be a similar kind of bomb to the one Benji dealt with so their might be some more fun questions for Ethan to answer this time. (Or could literally just be a bomb).

Kittridge seems to have been working with Gabriel this entire time/started working with Gabriel just to stop Ethan. (Not to sure about this one).

The end… for now…

(Aka into the next trailer comes out!)

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PT2 | MAUGA & VENTURE × READER headcanons

[ PT1 HERE ] writing some more for them cus i cant get enough of their dynamic

Mauga wouldnt mind sharing you, polyamory was nothing new to him and he knew better than anyone about the need of exploring ones options and the fun that can bring. Plus, whats better than one lover?

Venture on the other hand... was not so keen on the idea. Not at all actually. They werent so much the possessive type and felt quite secure about their relationship with you, but what really irked them was that it had to be him out of all people.

Not only was Mauga full of himself but he also had no respect or consideration for anything other than materialistic goods and shiny things, or at least thats how Sloane viewed him.

If you had some fun with Mauga, Venture would know. Not because you bragged about it but because the sneaky bastard would leave hickeys only others could notice. Some behind your ear or the back of your neck, something you could, and often did, very easily miss.

If him and Venture had yet another argument prior, he would no longer bother trying to hide his markings. Instead, he would make sure they were as dark and as many as possible and would then leave the problem of covering them to you. He knew that Sloane would know it was him and that only irritated the archeologist further.

Forget about Mauga, what irritated Venture the most was how he pulled these little stunts and played these games at your expense.

But Venture was no better. Venture tried being the bigger person but they just couldnt. They were both childish in that sense.

So Venture played along. And when you spent the night with them instead, they'd make sure to leave something for the eyes too. Something for theirs and Maugas eyes only. Little bruises and marks along your chest, ribs or thighs, something they knew only Mauga would have to see sooner or later. Venture would then coax you to mark them as well in easy to spot places; neck, jaw. Hoping for that to be a silent but strong enough 'fuck you' to Mauga. They would even strain their neck and keep their chin high to make sure he would notice.

Even tho they disliked eachother they knew how to act civil and put aside their bickering when they wanted to. Sometimes, all three of you needed a break, some time to relax, so you would go out to a bar. Sometimes it would be a club, depending on the mood.

Mauga would keep ordering you a round of shots or some fun sounding cocktails, or whatever you picked out when he offered to get you something. It was cute at first, issue was he didnt know when to stop. Or he didnt want to stop.

With one large arm around your shoulders, he would pass you drink after drink.

Whatever you picked he ordered for himself too. There being a very obvious difference in mass, he wouldnt feel a difference while you felt the alcohols effect very quickly. But Mauga didn't see a problem. You were all here to let loose, no?

Venture would juggle between nonalcoholic beverages and some light booze while they cautiously watched you drink, unsure of Maugas intentions. With each passing glass they saw you get more bubbly, more chatty and more touchy... with everyone.

For the sake of your own dignity, they told themself, Venture would keep you close to them so you wouldnt wander off getting touchy feely with some stranger, or even worse, Mauga.

They'd keep you close as they held you by your waist. At this point you were practically wasted, your eyes could barely stay open, so you were both sat. Venture was sure you wouldn't be able to stand if you tried to. Your hands still feeling grabby held tightly onto and squeezed their arm as you leaned heavily into their body.

Mauga, enjoying himself like nothing, would try and snatch you away for a dance, feeling only slightly tipsy now, but Venture would quickly swat his pesky hands away letting you rest unbothered some more.

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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.

___

“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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Hi Liz, how have you been?

I've been wondering since all the theories and IG posts circulating about Onyx Storm, if Rebecca unalibes one of the Marked ones or Violet's squadmates, will you still write for them like you did for Liam and in the gf's canon?

What would happen with Spark and Liam's story?

Thank you so much in advance, love you xoxo

hi lovie! I’m doing okay, thank you.

this hurts to think about but I’ve thought about it a lot. especially considering that 2/3 of my main men are probably going to die — Dain is very likely going to sacrifice himself for the greater good at some point, and Brennan… idk. but nobody is safe here, as RY has told us many times 🥺😭

and it’s complicated. using Liam as an example:

I’m still writing one-shots for him, that take place during the time he’s alive in canon.

he’s still going to be included in my little two-sentence thingies like “that time of the month”, “study season”, etc.

I’m continuing Liam & Spark through Resson and on her own through the end of Iron Flame as she processes her grief (and interacts with Sloane). that will probably be the end for her, unless I go back and fill in the gaps with more. for Onyx Storm, she might make cameos in other gf’s stories, as an unnamed water-wielder or “your friend” etc, or she might just stop showing up entirely. we’ll see.

the same would be true of any of our other seven boyfriends if they were to pass, but also as of right now, I have “happy endings” planned for them: everyone’s getting married, I’ve already named their kids if they’ll have them, Tyrrendor is given sovereignty and Xaden and Duchess are in charge now, Aaric becomes king of Navarre, standard stuff. probably going to be one chapter each (~3k). I’ll also take requests for the happy-ending AUs once they’re posted, like�� “can we see more of Sawyer with his girls, or Garrick and Angel picking baby names”, idk, I’m just throwing things out here.

so to synthesize:

if any of our seven living boyfriends pass, I’ll still take requests for them within their time in canon, they’ll get the above things I outlined for Liam (one-shots, blurbs, headcanons, the GF’s pov through their death and possibly for a while after, and then the happy ending as a bonus chapter of “what could have been”.)

if any of the girls or other side characters pass, I’ll also do the above, minus the GF stuff and the happy ending au. though they may make appearances in the happy ending AUs for the GFs, since it’s a “everybody-but-Liam-lives” AU. so sorry Liam. but somebody needs to be the namesake for [redacted]’s son… (any guesses?)

maybe I’ll write a happy ending for Liam and Spark and have it be a dream of hers after he dies. that would be cruel. but I’d do it anyway.

I hope that all made sense. but I did say that it was complicated, didn’t I?

love ya! 🤍

[shelbgrey]

The life of Dr. Y/n L/n: part 1

*in the X-ray room*

Y/n: *holding back her laughter* hey Mark.

Mark: *also holding his laughter* what?

Y/n: I thought of something funnier than Twenty-four *giggles*

Mark: let me hear it.

Y/n: twenty-five!

Mark and Y/n: *starts laughing uncontrollably*

Derek: *sighs* why me?

[flingcat16]

Fic #4 BABYYYY—

This one is based on the whole 80’s slasher concept suggested by Valeria that people went crazy over. Thought it would be fun.

Word Count: 2123

TW for descriptions of blood, wounds, violence, murder, torture, and mildly sexually suggestive content.

Read at your own risk.

(Post is marked as Mature for Violence and Sexual Themes)

Your heart throbbed in your chest, your lungs heaving as panic flooded your very being. The forest ambience around you attempted to soothe you, but the adrenaline in your system kept your body ablaze.

How was it possible for one person to kill so many people in such a short amount of time?! There couldn’t have just been one person.

Your ears listened for any sort of disruptions in the forest around you as you crouched down behind a tree. Nothing. You felt you could breathe for a moment, the candle lit lantern in your hand shining faintly in the dark through the deep red fresh blood stains on the glass cage. You could feel the warmth of the small flame on the hand that held it, soothing your nerves a minuscule amount.

Where did they come from? Why did this happen?

You knew your campsite was too far to try and reach, so you took out your phone with your open hand. You desperately tapped on it, but all you got displayed on the screen was a red battery symbol. Your phone was dead in the middle of nowhere.

Panic hit you once again as you slipped your phone into your pocket. You tried to remain calm, but your gut screamed its warnings like a foghorn.

“Hey! Is anyone there?!”

That voice. It’s distant, but it’s clear in tone. They sounded worried, panicked even. You weren’t the only one who’s alive..?

It wasn’t the voice you heard from the person you saw killing your friends; it was Sloan, they’re alive?! You could’ve sworn they died, you heard them scream earlier! But how long ago was that? Thirty minutes? An hour? Maybe they managed to escape!

You were about to shift to stand up, but the yelling from your gut convinced you otherwise. You stayed down behind the tree, holding your breath.

“There’s someone going around killing people! I know a way out!”

You carefully stood up behind the tree, trying not to make a sound. You peeked around the tree, but you couldn’t see anything despite the full moon in the sky. The forest was so dark, the leaves too dry to brightly reflect any existing light; thick enough to block it. You couldn’t see Sloan. You knew they were there, but you couldn’t see anything.

Then you saw it, a flash of silver for only a fraction of a second before it disappeared. Your heart rate shot up once again, and you could feel the panicked throbbing in your head and chest. You didn’t dare move. You held your standing position against the tree, your arms shaking, and thus the lantern in your hand shook as well. The killer was right near you; near Sloan! Yelling like that will get them killed!

You held your breath still, the screams in your gut getting louder. It told you to run, but you didn’t listen, not with how close the murderer was to you. Your lungs began to heave once again, so you covered your mouth and nose with your open hand, trying to silence yourself.

“That’s a nice bloodstained lantern you have there.”

You felt hot air hit your ear, making you jolt. The voice felt familiar, but the hiss of the voice and the tone made your skin crawl. Then, the smell of iron and blood. You jumped and staggered backwards, falling down to your hands. The adrenaline rushing your body didn’t let you fully fall, and you immediately scrambled to your feet and ran. You had kept hold of your lantern, clutching it hard in your hand as a way of grounding yourself. The dirt kicked up under your feet, all the sounds around you seeming to intensify, blasting your ears alongside the pounding of your heart. You felt and heard footsteps following you, and it only made your legs seem to strengthen.

The ground under your feet didn’t treat you with kindness, and your foot caught on a tree root. Your body lurched forward and down, your face slamming into the dirt under you. Your left arm was out in front of you, your right to your side. You lost your grip on the lantern when you fell; it went flying forward, colliding with a rock, its bloodstained glass breaking with a deafening crash, the force of the air around it snuffing the candle out. You tried to pull your legs and arms in, and as you tried to pull your right arm in, a foot slammed into your right wrist, pinning your arm down as it sent a sharp shock of pain through your body. You yelled in pain from the sheer force on your wrist, your body jolting to pull your other arm in. As you got your arm up so your palm was pushing you up, a hand came down on the back of your wrist, pushing your arm down and into the ground. You felt another foot and a knee on the ground on your left side, your expanding chest pressing against their leg. Your lungs struggled to take in air as you felt them sit down on your lower back to hold you down.

“Gotcha…” They sneered, gripping your wrist.

Your eyes dripped tears from the pain in your wrists, so severe the adrenaline in your body didn’t cover it. You spat out the dirt in your mouth from the impact, trying to pull your left arm out of their grip.

“Nuh-uh,” They gripped your wrist harder, “I don’t think so.”

Through your panic, it hit you. The hand on your wrist felt rough, calloused, their skin was thick. Their voice… It was… Sloan..?

“Carrying a lantern around out here with a murderer on the loose wasn’t such a good idea… don’t you think..?”

Sloan’s voice sounded manic. Panicked but well aware of themself. Their voice felt like nails on a chalkboard with how gut wrenching it was to hear. What is going on?!

“Sloan..?” Your voice was dull and weak, almost completely silent, “Are you..?”

You couldn't even finish your sentence before you felt the cold backside of a blade press against your back, thick blood trailing down onto your skin from the blade’s surface. You shuddered, the blood rushing through your veins boiling from the sheer panic you felt. The blade pulled up on your shirt, creating tension under your arms from the cloth. You felt the tension release as your shirt ripped from the blade.

“Hmm?” Sloan purred, pulling the blade away from your back.

You wanted to move your legs, but the ground and Sloan’s weight didn’t let you. Your breathing has become heavier than before as you grit your teeth, the air hissing between your teeth. Your muscles started to give out on you as you realized you were trapped.

Sloan poked the center of your upper back with the tip of the blade, poking a small hole in your skin.

You jolted a bit as you gasped, your eyes squeezing shut.

Sloan slowly pulled the blade a short distance down your back, cutting through your skin.

The cut wasn’t deep, but it was horribly painful. Your voice cracked into a sharp groan of pain, your fingers digging into the dirt around you. You could feel your blood flood out of the thin cut, flowing down your back along your spine.

Sloan lifted the blade, taking it away from its place in your skin, their breathing nearly in line with yours.

Your hands didn’t relent in the dirt, gripping hard from the searing pain. You felt warm air on your back above the wound, but then, even worse, a soft, warm pressure over the bottom of the wound.

Sloan pressed their tongue against the cut in your back, slowly sliding their tongue up the wound.

Your whole body shuddered as you felt their tongue piercing pushing into the wound, opening it as they licked up your back, their hot breath flowing over your sliced skin.

You couldn’t tell what was worse, knowing they were licking the wound on your back, or feeling their tongue piercing slide between the sides of your flesh. The cold metal of the piercing makes your body shudder, but the warmth of their saliva, tongue, and your blood makes your skin burn. Being hot and cold at the same time; it made your head throb even harder than before.

Sloan pressed their lips against your skin at the top of the wound, sucking your blood into their mouth. The taste of your blood made them moan as they let go of your skin, sighing with satisfaction.

The moan Sloan let out vibrated against your back, sending a shiver down your spine. The thought of your own death scared you, but Sloan’s behavior in this moment scared you more.

“You’ve always been gorgeous since the day I saw you… but this..?” Sloan’s voice was higher pitched and breathy, making your body tense up in protest, “Ugh… It’s so intoxicating.”

The tears in your eyes got heavier, you couldn’t believe what they were saying, what they were doing to you. You sobbed under them in pain and disbelief, your lungs pulsing with each sob.

“Oh, mi querido… Don’t cry.” Sloan cooed, “It’s only me and you now.”

You could barely speak through your sobs and through the pain, but you did anyway. Your voice came out pained and strained.

“You… You killed everyone, didn’t you Sloan?!”

Your throat throbbed in pain after you spoke, your breathing turning into pained wheezing.

“What..?”

They sounded… hurt?

“No cariño… No, I would never!” Sloan’s voice sounded heartbroken, “It started with that disgrace of a human! I’d never let them get to you, never!”

Despite all the pain, fear, and confusion you felt, things started to click for you. Someone else was here killing people, Sloan’s scream before… It made sense.

The incident broke them.

“I didn’t let them get to you!” Sloan was practically yelling, “I killed them..! I couldn’t stand the thought of seeing them hurt you!”

You continued to cry under them despite their words, your eyes starting to burn from crying so much.

“I-I saw them kill people… I saw people get stabbed through the heart… Through the throat… All I could think of was the possibility of that happening to you!”

Their voice broke your heart into thousands of pieces. You decided to try and speak again, even though your throat and lungs protested.

“You’re… You know you’re hurting me… right..?” You wheezed, your chin falling onto the dirt, “Right..?”

You could feel Sloan pause, their grip on your left wrist loosening. You were too weak to move however, you didn’t even try.

“I-I…” Sloan stammered, their voice cracking as they stared down at you underneath them. They eyed the wound in your back, their gaze widening, “N-No I—“

You laid your head down on the dirt with your cheek against the ground, your whole body was weak and tired, the pain continuing to throb in your body.

Sloan dropped the knife in their hand, its bloodstained silver surface colliding with the dirt next to you. They lifted their open hand to their mouth, wiping their lips off on the back of their hand. They stared at the crimson red on their hand in horror before looking back down at you. Their heart lurched in their chest as they moved their foot off your right wrist and let go of your left.

You could hear their heavy breathing over you. You soon felt small warm drips on your lower back through the uncut area of your shirt.

Sloan quickly and frantically got off of you, moving to kneel in front of you, “Buen Dios… ¡Lo siento mucho!” They quickly leaned down and brought their arms under your shoulders, lifting you up to them. They hugged your limp body tightly, their face on your shoulder, “I can’t believe I just did that to you!”

Your heart finally began to slow down as Sloan hugged you, your lungs able to recover some air. You silently cried into their shoulder as ugly sobs erupted from them, their body shaking with yours.

You know you’re lucky you were so close to Sloan before this incident; lucky that you didn’t die before they snapped. You were scared out of your mind still, but now that they held you so strongly, sobbing as hard as a rainstorm, you knew it was over. You could finally breathe, you were finally safe.

Sirens could be heard in the distance, and you knew the two of you would be found soon, but you didn’t care.

You both survived a mass homicide, lucky enough to remain together in the end. Alive, not without a horrible scare.

[ragsy]

I answered a bunch of questions from this list for Mark, Sloane, Kenny, and Dewlap! This is part 1 of 2, I will post the second half whenever it's done.

1. What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do?

Mark: If it’s just him and his thoughts, like ten minutes tops before he’s fidgeted with something so hard he broke it.

Sloane: When she’s off duty, aaaaaaaall evening baby

Kenny: At least five years

Dewlap: There’s ALWAYS something to do.

2. How easy is it for your character to laugh?

Mark: Very hard. Even before The Horrors he was never really the mirthful type. But if you see the corners of his mouth twitch you know you got him good

Sloane: Pretty easy. One of life’s pleasures that come free.

Kenny: Effortless!

Dewlap: Genuine laughs are rare. Maniacal laughs are a dime a dozen.

3. How do they put themselves to bed at night (reading, singing, thinking?)

Mark: Thinking. Overthinking. Still overthinking. Ah fuck the sun is rising already

Sloane: Lies down. If she’s off duty she’s out like a light. If she’s on call she just stares at the ceiling wishing she could turn off for once.

Kenny: He tries to have a tv or radio on low volume nearby before he lies down. The sound of human voices is comforting.

Dewlap: Stewing/ruminating/considering/plotting (this is DIFFERENT from overthinking)

4. How easy is it to earn their trust?

Mark: Contrary to popular belief, not actually that difficult– It just happens on a time scale that is not compatible with the effort most people are willing to put in.

Sloane: Actions speak louder than words. A handful of actions that prove your trustworthiness and she’s got your back.

Kenny: Most people are trustworthy until proven otherwise.

Dewlap: Demonstrate how useful you are to him and then maybe he’ll listen.

5. How easy is it to earn their mistrust?

Mark: Like tipping over a single domino.

Sloane: Again. A handful of actions to prove one’s character.

Kenny: Pretty hard. It takes a catastrophe.

Dewlap: Pretty easy. One fuckup can destroy years of work.

6. Do they consider laws flexible, or immovable?

Mark: Some laws exist for a good reason. Some laws he follows because breaking them is a good way to get caught. Some laws he ignores because who’s going to notice?

Sloane: A law is only as good as far as you can bend it.

Kenny: He knows they’re flexible, but he tries his best to follow them when he can.

Dewlap: The laws of the land can kiss his ass, but the laws of physics are what killed him

7. What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling?

Mark: Anything he used to do with his brother. Camping, video games, road trips, among other things. It’s a bittersweet sort of feeling.

Sloane: Mountains on the horizon, someone’s feet on the passenger dashboard. Just a sore reminder of what was taken away.

Kenny: Old photos, songs that used to play on the radio. It’s a comfort, even if it’s not possible anymore.

Dewlap: Everything he looks back on is steeped in bitterness. Forward is better.

8. What were they told to stop/start doing most often as a child

Mark: Stop crying

Sloane: Stop sneaking out at night

Kenny: Stop reading and go spend time with kids your age

Dewlap: Stop calling your teachers stupid

9. Do they swear? Do they remember their first swear word?

Mark: Practically every other word. His first swear was probably something extremely tame like “crap” or “damn” that he nevertheless got extremely embarrassed about having uttered in front of a teacher or parent

Sloane: Like a sailor. She was probably swearing before she could walk.

Kenny: Not often, but not afraid to unleash a well-timed “well SHIT”. Doesn’t remember his first swear word, but he’s forgotten a lot of things, so,

Dewlap: Constantly, abrasively, and creatively. He’ll use words at you that are in no way supposed to be profane but you will still feel like you’ve been shot through the heart.

10. What lie do they most frequently remember telling? Does it haunt them?

Mark: “I’m fine.”

Sloane: “Everything is going to be okay. I know how to get us out of here.”

Kenny: “I’ll explain when you’re older.”

Dewlap: “Yes, my work is ethical.”

11. How do they cope with confusion (seek clarification, pretend they understand, etc)?

Mark: “Sorry, what?”

Sloane: Stares with a lightly furrowed brow.

Kenny: Smiling and nodding, until he eventually needs to ask for repetition.

Dewlap: Pretends he knows exactly what is going on. He can’t get caught not knowing something!

12. How do they deal with an itch found in a place they can’t quite reach?

Mark: Scratch with his hind legs or lie on the floor and wriggle around (but only if no one is looking)

Sloane: That thing bears do where they scratch their back against a tree trunk

Kenny: Back scratcher???

Dewlap: Make his homunculus servant scratch it for him

13. What color do they think they look best in? Do they actually look best in that color?

Mark: Neutrals. (He looks really good in jewel tones but he’d never believe you)

Sloane: Dark neutrals, olive green, rusty red. They bring out the natural colors of her hair and eyes, but she could stand to experiment more.

Kenny: Mustards, mauves, silvers. He’s right!

Dewlap: He’s never once thought about what colors actually look good on him. His PPE and lab wear comes in whatever color it happens to be.

14. What animal do they fear most?

Mark: Venomous spiders

Sloane: Bison

Kenny: Not a big fan of dogs

Dewlap: Anything that could trample him

15. How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first?

Mark: He’s never sure of what he’s saying, even if he’s mulled it over before speaking. He’s an expert in talking himself around in awkward circles.

Sloane: Direct as a taxi taking traffic detours.

Kenny: Quick and a bit flighty. Has to get everything out quickly, but the haste makes him stumble on his words.

Dewlap: Anything he thinks to say is worth being said.

16. What makes their stomach turn?

Mark: Chemical and/or rotting scents. He’s also prone to motion sickness.

Sloane: Very little, she’s got a strong constitution. Rotten food will make her gag though.

Kenny: Biting into something and getting The Bad Texture

Dewlap: Saccharine kindness

17. Are they easily embarrassed?

Mark: Statistically speaking he’s embarrassed about something as I type this

Sloane: Hell no

Kenny: Within reason.

Dewlap: Barely

18. What embarrasses them?

Mark: Existing, being perceived, being acknowledged, etc etc

Sloane: The “finding out” part of fucking around. Sometimes.

Kenny: Accidental social faux pas, especially if it was something he was unaware of in the moment.

Dewlap: Being upstaged by someone he thought was beneath him.

19. What is their favorite number?

Mark: …???????

Sloane: 69

Kenny: Oh, what a fun question! Let’s see, well, oh, any number? Alright, hm! My favorite number… My favorite number…

Dewlap: He just grunts and resumes his work rather than answer the question.

20. If they were asked to explain the difference between romantic and platonic or familial love, how would they do so?

Mark: [thousand yard stare] “Um…”

Sloane: It’s all the same to her.

Kenny: He’d try to explain, but he’d have trouble articulating it. He just knows that they’re all distinct. And that he craves all of them.

Dewlap: Romantic love ends in heartbreak. Platonic love ends with a whimper. Familial love lives far past its prime.

21. Why do they get up in the morning?

Mark: Work, mostly. Also spending time with Tuck.

Sloane: There’s someone out there who needs her.

Kenny: To be near his loved ones.

Dewlap: To inch ever closer to a breakthrough.

22. How does jealousy manifest itself in them (they become possessive, they become aloof, etc)?

Mark: Seething anger that might result in snapping jaws.

Sloane: Disgust and/or insubordination

Kenny: Indignance.

Dewlap: A deeply bitter drive to be better than them.

23. How does envy manifest itself in them (they take what they want, they become resentful, etc)?

These are all the same as the previous question

24. Is sex something that they’re comfortable speaking about? To whom?

Mark: You need to work your way up to Mark Trust Level 6 to even think about talking about that with him.

Sloane: Sure, but only around people who aren’t going to be weird about her choice in partners.

Kenny: The fact that he has a biological daughter implies that canonically he’s fucked at least once but he prefers to leave it at that.

Dewlap: It’s just something people do, no need to wring hands about it.

25. What are their thoughts on marriage?

Mark: Used to think he’d get married one day, is now unconvinced it’s worth it.

Sloane: Hell no.

Kenny: He loved it, while it lasted. He could probably never capture that feeling again, though.

Dewlap: Been there, divorced that. Glad to be done with the whole ordeal.

26. What is their preferred mode of transportation?

Mark: Walkin’

Sloane: Driving her big stupid SUV

Kenny: Driving his little toyota prius

Dewlap: Teleportation spells

27. What causes them to feel dread?

Mark: A mistake that can’t be walked back

Sloane: An unwinnable scenario

Kenny: Isolation

Dewlap: Creeping insecurity

28. Would they prefer a lie over an unpleasant truth?

Mark: Any day.

Sloane: No. Give it to her straight.

Kenny: Absolutely.

Dewlap: Fuck no.

29. Do they usually live up to their own ideals?

Mark: He gave up on that awhile ago.

Sloane: She tries her best, but even she knows she’s not infallible.

Kenny: From his perspective, at least.

Dewlap: No. He’s constantly chasing it.

30. Who do they most regret meeting?

Mark: His ex.

Sloane: Everett.

Kenny: Right now? Tuck.

Dewlap: Death

31. Who are they the most glad to have met?

Mark: Tuck.

Sloane: Diane Fishwoman.

Kenny: Alice. For better or worse.

Dewlap: Fleet and Aspen. Finally, SOMEONE with their head on their shoulders in this god befucked place–

32. Do they have a go-to story in conversation? Or a joke?

Mark: No. He’s no good at storytelling, anyway.

Sloane: She likes to make up stories about things that have happened to her on previous missions. She’s told a few of the fake ones enough times that they could reasonably have happened.

Kenny: [cracks open his vast mental tome of anecdotes and dad jokes]

Dewlap: No, and if he did, you absolutely would not enjoy hearing it

33. Could they be considered lazy?

Mark: He never gets anything done, but it’s more out of being paralyzed with anxiety than laziness.

Sloane: On her days off, probably.

Kenny: Heavens, no. He puts so much work into clinging onto what he has.

Dewlap: Absolutely the fuck not.

34. How hard is it for them to shake a sense of guilt?

Mark: It will consume him.

Sloane: Moderately. It is what it is.

Kenny: It’s clung to him like a tick.

Dewlap: Guilt? Never heard of her.

35. How do they treat the things their friends come to them excited about? Are they supportive?

Mark: Confused as to why they’re coming to him about it, but nevertheless happy to hear about it.

Sloane: Way too quick to voice her own personal opinions on whatever it is, but otherwise supportive.

Kenny: Overjoyed for them, already filing that thing away in the back of his mind as potential gift-giving fodder.

Dewlap: “Fascinating. Anyway,”

36. Do they actively seek romance, or do they wait for it to fall into their lap?

Mark: Every romance he’s ever been a part of has been something he tripped and fell into.

Sloane: She’s never really been interested enough to seek it out. She insists up and down that what she has going on with Diane Fishwoman is NOT ROMANCE

Kenny: He was always the big-hearted romantic type, but just couldn’t work up the desire to find it again after his wife passed.

Dewlap: Homoerotic academic rivalry or nothing.

37. Do they have a system for remembering names, long lists of numbers, things that need to go in a certain order (like anagrams, putting things to melodies, etc)?

Mark: No, but he should find one. He's really bad at it.

Sloane: No, because she's naturally really good at it.

Kenny: He always has a weird mnemonic or word association to remember things by. Most of them only make sense to him.

Dewlap: Lists and charts, if it's important. Otherwise, fuck em.

38. What memory do they revisit the most often?

Mark: The first gentle touch he felt since getting cursed.

Sloane: Coming home only to find nothing left.

Kenny: The last time she said “I love you”

Dewlap: The first time he proved himself superior.

39. How easy is it for them to ignore flaws in other people?

Mark: It gets easier the more attached to them he is.

Sloane: Everyone's a little fucked. It's fine.

Kenny: He really just wants to give people the benefit of the doubt.

Dewlap: Thinking about the flaws of other people would require thinking about other people.

40. How sensitive are they to their own flaws?

Mark: They're all he sees in the mirror.

Sloane: She's just as fucked as everyone else.

Kenny: They're getting harder to ignore every day.

Dewlap: If they don't get in his way, then who cares.

41. How do they feel about children?

Mark: Weird and unpredictable and weirdly sticky. No thanks.

Sloane: Not a huge fan, but they're just people.

Kenny: Loves them, great with kids. Would probably have had more than one if things had gone differently.

Dewlap: Tiny idiots.

42. How badly do they want to reach their end goal?

Mark: Buddy, he's just trying to make it to Friday.

Sloane: She’s not convinced there's a goalpost at the end.

Kenny: He'd like to know what it is in the first place.

Dewlap: He's already died multiple times for it.

43. If someone asked them to explain their sexuality, how would they do so?

Mark: “I dunno. Everyone's way out of my league anyway.”

Sloane: “What are you, a cop?”

Kenny: “Straight. I assume.”

Dewlap: Burdensome.

[chicleeblair]

Uncomfortably Numb [5/55]||FFN

Rating: NC-17/Explicit

Pairings: Meredith Grey/Derek Shepherd, Lexie Grey/Mark Sloan

Meredith isn't the only Grey to make it home alive after the plane crash. How does Lexie's return affect everyone else's recovery? With Mark gone and returning to the O.R. as a surgeon an unlikelihood, can Lexie really say she's survived? AO3||FFN

I'll be posting an unrelated one-shot next Friday, so this is a great time to catch up!

[bitxhyprinxess]

Pls send one shot requests!

can be any genre but im not good at angst 😭 smut or fluff is my strong suit

~people~

Dean Winchester (spn)

Sam Winchester (spn)

Jonah Simms (superstore)

Synyster Gates (a7x)

Colby Brock

Mark sloan (Greys anatomy)

Derek shepherd (Greys)

Arizona Robbins (Greys)

Jackson Avery ( Greys)

or anyone else! if you want someone else pls specify and if i know them i will try my best!