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I’m so so delighted to see new Mark Sloan fics in the tag omg! Could i request Mark x a reader who feels he never makes time for her / fell out of love with her so she breaks it off even though she’s pregnant and he didn’t know yet? He’d see her working around the hospital and realize how much he misses her and on top of that that she’s pregnant w his kid. Realizes what a big mistake he made cause of it. Angst w a fluffy / happy ending if possible? tysm!! ✨

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Not so secret secret

You tried to ignore it. You really did. But you couldn't do that when you woke up in the morning to find Mark already gone. Not when you were making dinner and waiting for him, only to be told that he had already eaten at the hospital.

Not when you were pregnant for months and he hadn't noticed.

You worked hand in hand with him in the hospital, at the neurosurgery area alongside Derek, you knew it was an exhausting job, that took up a lot of time, but lately you felt like Mark was never really there. You'd see him in the mornings at the hospital, as he'd leave home early without even letting you know, and then at night in bed when he'd come back late from the bar.

You tried not to think about it like that, you tried to convince yourself that it was just your ideas, but you felt like nothing was the same anymore. That maybe, after three years, Mark had already gotten bored and now he was looking for a new, younger adventure.

And the moment you found out you were pregnant, you knew it was all over.

You had never talked to Mark about having kids, but he always took care of buying the condoms and the morning-after pills. An indirect way of saying "I don't want children."

And that was the last straw.

You decided to get up early, almost midnight, to prepare breakfast and waited for Mark to wake up so you could talk.

So you could end it all, before he found out, before he was the one to end it all and hurt you even more.

So when Mark woke up and found you sitting in the kitchen, breakfast ready and a backpack too big for work, he knew something wasn't right.

"You woke up early..." Mark said as he approached you, placing a hand on your back as he kissed your temple.

"I wanted to talk..." You said as you poured coffee into his cup.

He simply nodded, a slight smile on his face. You wanted to believe that it was just a smile of gratitude and not a "finally" one.

"I think it's better if we stop all of his..." You said without looking at him, trying not to cry. It was for the best. The best for you, so you wouldn't have to suffer when you found out that all of this was because he was seeing one of the new interns.

"What?" Mark said seriously, leaving the cup on the table. "What are you talking about?."

"We had some wonderful years...I had some wonderful years with you, but it's over. It's the best for both of us..." You said as you stood up and grabbed your backpack with your stuff. "I love you Mark, but it's not the same anymore and that's okay. I understand. And I hope you understand me, I'd rather do this than get hurt..." You slowly approached him and gave him one last kiss on his cheek.

"No, of course not, I can't understand you...what's all this about? Is that your excuse? Why would you get hurt? What the hell do you mean?!" He said as he stood up and stood in front of the door, not letting you out.

You knew this would happen, but you really prayed that he would just accept it and confess that he wanted this to end too.

"Mark, I don't need to explain. You don't need to pretend, okay? I need to go to work, and so do you." You said, trying to get him to move.

"Pretend?! Pretend what?! What are you talking about woman?! Did I miss something? Did I do something that upset you? You can't just walk away and leave me with that cheap excuse." He started yelling and you could only look at him seriously. Did he intend to continue pretending when you had realized?

You just looked at him and Mark, enraged, moved away from the door, letting you out.

The moment you got into your car you felt like everything was falling apart. You had never imagined this, much less with a baby on the way. You had never imagined a life that wasn't with Mark.

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That day at work was one of the worst. Everyone instantly noticed that something was not right between the two of you, because you two always ate together, how you walked hand in hand through the hallways.

"Tell me what he did so I know how hard to hit him." Derek had told you while both of you were studying a case together.

"What?"

"Mark. I know he did something. You're sad, you weren't together at lunch, he's been coming to work early for weeks, and he hasn't been spreading the word around the hospital about the fact that he's going to be a father." Derek had told you and that was what made the tears and sadness come out completely.

Derek had noticed and Mark hadn't. The person you loved, who had sworn to love you, the father of your child hadn't noticed.

Since that day you had been taking refuge in their house.

And now it was a month since you two stopped talking.

You tried to pretend that everything was okay, but it wasn't. Not when the next day, you had your first doctor's appointment.

That day you had arrived early at the hospital with the idea of going between two operations that you had with Derek.

And Mark had arrived early too. Not by coincidence. Oh, of course not.

Mark had been after you all this time, trying to find the reason for the sudden separation.

Mark had been watching you work through all the surgeries, following you around the hospital like an abandoned puppy...or a stalker. But he didn't care.

He missed you too much. He couldn't go on without you, he couldn't understand why you had decided to end it all, not when everything was going so well.

What mattered to him now was knowing what you were doing entering the ultrasound office.

So when you walked out of there, you collided with Mark who was standing in front of the door like your bodyguard.

"We need to talk. I want to talk." He said as he took you by the arm and led you to one of the break rooms.

"Mark, no. I have to work and so do you. There's nothing to talk about, everything is very clear to me." You said, trying to leave again. You didn't want to do this, you didn't want to tell him what was going on, what you really felt. You didn't want to hear confirmation that he didn't love you anymore.

"Well, but for me it's not. It's not clear at all. I don't understand what's happening to you, I don't understand why Derek looks at me as if he's going to kill me at any minute. "I don't understand why you suddenly decide to end all this when everything was going so fucking well." Mark said while looking you straight in the eyes.

"No... I'm not going to let you act like a victim. There's nothing to explain and you know that perfectly well. I got your message okay? You don't have to pity me."You were trying not to scream but his "confused" attitude only made you angrier. "You can't blame me for not wanting to get hurt by all this."

"I remind you that *you* left me! You're the one who says everything is clear but all I see is a glass full of shit!" Mark said angrily.

"I left you because I won't run after anyone asking for affection and love like an abandoned dog!" You told him as you got closer to him.

At your words Mark froze.

"Is it clearer now? I'd rather we finish now than turn into the poor doctor who was cheated on by her partner with the young, cute and tender intern." Mark just stared at you, no longer angry, only confusion and regret on his face.

"Is that what you think? That I'm sleeping with an intern? Is that what you think of me?"

"Yes. That's what I feel, what I've been feeling for weeks. I feel like our relationship is over, but maybe you feel sorry for me and don't dare leave me, so I decided to take the step myself." You said and at this point you couldn't hold back your tears.

Mark ran a hand over his face and slowly lowered himself until he was kneeling in front of you, his hands on your hips, waiting for you to look at him.

"Honey I...fuck...I'm sorry, I don't-" he tried to say, but when he heard you start crying even harder he knew he needed to calm you down, and the best way to do that was to explain everything to you.

"Why don't you love me anymore?..." You said between tears.

"My beauty...I never stopped loving you...I never slept with an intern while I was with you and I never will because I love you and you are the best thing that happened to me in this life... I-...I know I've been a little absent and distant..."

"A little? Mark, we didn't even have breakfast together anymore, we wouldn't see each other at lunch, you didn't call me to come to the hospital together..." You said taking his wrists trying to make him let go of you, but he took your hands and started kissing them.

"I know...I know, fuck, I'm so sorry my love...I really know I didn't act right, and I have no valid excuse for my behavior...It's just that everything feels too unreal. You feel unreal. I'd never been in a serious relationship and I just needed some time to prepare myself. I needed time to think that the Mark of before had come to an end, that now everything would change because I want to change for you. Because you're not like the others...and I'm not trying to justify myself, I know I've been an idiot and I'm so sorry...please darling...don't leave me...don't take him away from me." Mark said as he rested his head on your stomach.

"I'm pregnant..." You said quickly.

"I know. I've been trying to come to terms with it for weeks, thinking about the idea of having someone calling me dad." Mark said as he caressed your belly.

"So do you still love me? Or do you just want me to forgive you because you want to have a baby?" You said, trying to hold back your tears, scared of his answer.

"I never stopped loving you my sweet girl, I will never stop loving you. I will love you until the day I take my last breath. I will take care of you and our baby as if that were my only purpose in life.

And it is.

___________________________________________I hope you really like it😭I'm not very happy with how it turned out, I hope you get the idea. 😔🫂

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[theartofcollapse]

a/n: I'm taking requests, so feel free to send me some :) summary: Y/N is a new attending at Grey Sloan Memorial. Carina has her eyes on Y/N since the moment she met her. pairing: Carina DeLuca x female reader warnings: none word count: 1.4K

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Elevator Effect - Carina DeLuca

Y/N adjusted her jacket as the elevator doors slid open, revealing a nearly empty car save for one person leaning casually against the railing. The woman was stunning. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, her almond-shaped eyes sparkling with curiosity as they landed on Y/N. She looked up from her phone and smiled, an expression that seemed almost too charming for its own good.

Y/N stepped into the elevator, pressing the button for her floor. Her first day at Grey Sloan Memorial had officially begun, and she decided to ease into it in her usual style: arriving in regular clothes before changing into her scrubs. She figured it would give her a chance to observe the environment without immediately standing out.

The silence in the elevator was brief.

"Buongiorno," the woman greeted, her voice as smooth as silk, laced with an Italian accent that could make anyone weak in the knees.

Y/N turned to her, quirking an eyebrow. "Good morning."

The woman tilted her head, her smile widening. "Not a doctor, I take it?" she asked, her gaze sweeping over Y/N’s outfit, a casual shirt, jeans, and sneakers. "Or are we experimenting with a new dress code?"

Y/N fought the urge to smirk. "Not a doctor," she said, technically not lying. Not yet, anyway.

The woman leaned in slightly, her curiosity evidently piqued. "Well, let me guess. A visitor? No, no, you seem too comfortable for that. Here for a meeting with the Chief?"

Y/N shrugged, letting her enjoy the guessing game. "Something like that."

Her companion chuckled, a sound that was somehow both mischievous and endearing. "I’m Carina, by the way. Carina DeLuca. And you are?"

"Y/N," she replied simply, keeping her tone neutral.

"Y/N…" Carina repeated, savoring the name. She studied Y/N with a smoldering gaze that could rival a summer heatwave. "Let me give you a warning, Y/N. If you wander into Grey Sloan looking like that, some people might forget how to do their jobs."

Y/N raised her eyebrows, a hint of amusement dancing in her eyes. "Oh, really?"

"Oh, sì," Carina said, taking a step closer. Her voice dropped lower, more intimate. "You’re… bellissima. Stunning. I’m already distracted, and I’ve only known you for two minutes."

Y/N’s lips twitched. "Is this how you greet everyone in the elevator?"

"Only the ones who make me want to press the emergency stop button," Carina teased, her eyes sparkling.

Y/N decided to play along. "That bold, huh?"

Carina smiled, her voice dripping with charm. "Life is too short for hesitation. Don’t you agree?"

The elevator dinged, signaling their arrival at the appropriate floor. Carina looked as though she had more to say, but Y/N stepped out first, giving her a knowing glance over her shoulder. "See you around, Carina."

Later that morning, Y/N stood beside Dr. Bailey in the conference room as a group of doctors filtered in. She had already changed into her scrubs, the name embroidered on her coat marking her position as the new attending in OB/GYN.

Carina walked in last, her gaze scanning the room before landing on Y/N. For a moment, her expression faltered, a flash of recognition lighting her face. Y/N offered her a subtle, knowing smile.

"Everyone, this is Dr. Y/N Y/L/N," Bailey announced. "She’s our new OB/GYN attending, joining us from Chicago. I expect you all to make her feel welcome."

Carina’s jaw dropped slightly, and her cheeks flushed. "You're… a doctor?" she asked Y/N after her short introduction was over, disbelief clear in her voice.

Y/N turned to her, feigning innocence. "Oh, I did forget to mention that earlier."

Carina blinked, clearly scrambling to recover. "You are very sneaky, Dr. Y/L/N."

Y/N leaned in just slightly, her voice quiet enough that only Carina could hear. "Life is too short for hesitation, right?"

Carina exhaled a laugh, shaking her head in disbelief. "Touché."

Throughout the rest of the meeting, Carina found herself stealing glances at Y/N, clearly intrigued. Afterward, she caught up to her in the hallway.

"Non posso credere che non me l'hai detto."

Y/N tilted her head, pretending to be clueless. "I don’t speak Italian."

Carina smirked, leaning closer. "Then I guess I’ll have to teach you. Maybe over dinner?"

Y/N smirked. "I will think about your offer."

And with that, she left the Italian alone in her own disbelief.

The day was only halfway through, and Carina was already proving to be delightfully persistent. After their hallway banter, Y/N had managed to slip away to her office, but it wasn’t long before she encountered Carina again during a consult.

The patient had been referred to Y/N for a prenatal concern, and Carina, as the head of the Maternal-Fetal Medicine department, had been called in as well. Y/N was standing at the patient’s bedside when Carina walked in, clipboard in hand and a sly smile already forming on her lips.

“Dr. Y/L/N,” Carina greeted, her tone professional but her eyes sparkling with mischief. “How lovely to see you again. Twice in one day. I must be lucky.”

Y/N didn’t miss a beat. “You could say the same about me. I get to work with Seattle’s finest.”

Carina tilted her head, a mock expression of thoughtfulness crossing her face. “Seattle’s finest? Are you referring to me, or have you been meeting other doctors behind my back already?”

Y/N smirked, not giving Carina the satisfaction of an answer. She turned her attention to the patient instead, maintaining her composure while Carina lingered just a little closer than necessary.

Later, during lunch in the hospital cafeteria, Y/N found herself seated alone, flipping through a stack of files. She was mid-bite when Carina appeared out of nowhere, sliding into the seat across from her with a tray of her own.

“Working through lunch?” Carina asked, her voice warm as she unwrapped a sandwich. “I hope that doesn’t mean you’re too busy for me.”

Y/N set her file down, arching an eyebrow. “Depends. What’s the occasion?”

Carina grinned, leaning forward. “I figured I’d take the opportunity to learn more about the mysterious new attending. It’s only fair, considering how much you’ve kept me in the dark today.”

“Oh?” Y/N replied, feigning nonchalance. “What do you want to know?”

“Everything,” Carina said, her voice dropping into a flirtatious purr. “What brought you to Grey Sloan? How do you like your coffee? What’s your favorite color? And most importantly, how do you feel about Italian food?”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh. “That’s quite the list.”

“Start with the last one,” Carina said, her eyes narrowing playfully. “Because if you don’t like Italian food, I may have to rethink my strategy.”

“Your strategy?” Y/N echoed, clearly amused.

Carina gestured between them. “This. Us. Getting to know each other. Winning you over.”

Y/N leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms as she studied Carina. “You’re pretty confident, aren’t you?”

“Sì,” Carina admitted shamelessly. “But only because I know when something is worth the effort.”

Y/N’s cheeks warmed slightly at the intensity of Carina’s gaze. “For the record, I love Italian food,” she said. “But if you want to win me over, you’ll have to try harder than a lunch table interrogation and mentioning pasta and pizza.”

Carina rolled her eyes but she was most definitely up for the challenge. “Oh, don’t worry, cara mia. I plan to.”

By mid-afternoon, Carina was proving to be as good as her word. Y/N found herself in the supply closet, searching for a specific set of surgical tools, when Carina appeared in the doorway.

“Are you following me?” Y/N asked, glancing over her shoulder.

“Not intentionally,” Carina replied, stepping inside as though she owned the place. “But I’m starting to think fate might be pushing us together.”

Y/N shook her head, biting back a smile. “This is the supply closet, Carina. Hardly romantic.”

Carina stepped closer, her voice dropping to a low murmur. “You’d be surprised how creative I can be.”

Y/N turned to face her, holding a tray of instruments as a makeshift barrier. “Is this how you woo all the doctors?”

“Not doctors. Not plural. Only you. You wear scrubs better than I do, I have to try my luck.” Carina said, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Y/N chuckled, brushing past her to exit the closet. As she walked away, she glanced back over her shoulder. “You’ll have to try harder than that, Dr. DeLuca.”

Carina called after her. “La prossima volta ti sorprenderò.”

Y/N didn’t understand the words, but she understood the promise in Carina’s tone and she couldn’t wait to see how far the Italian doctor would take this game.

[your-favorite-overachiever]

"you can justify anything if you do it poetically enough,"

--m.l. rio, if we were villains

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finna pull up to his house like this

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i would give anything to be able to watch grey’s anatomy for the first time again.

first time watchers y'all better savory it.

[greynatomy]

A Chance

Lexie Grey x Fem!Reader

My first grey’s anatomy imagine! Decided to write a fic on what inspired my name.

If you have any requests/ fix ideas you want me to write, take a look at my commissions page on ko-fi. You can find it on my Masterlist pinned to the top of my page!

Let me know what you think!

-grey

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———

Throughout Lexie’s intern year, Mark and Lexie have been dancing around their romantic feelings for each other.

… Or so everyone thought.

Derek and Meredith got so fed up in the two that they decided that they would take matters into their own hands.

“Why don’t you just ask her out?”

Mark looks up from his tablet at the nurse’s station. “What?”

“You give her all these looks and won’t even ask her out.”

“She doesn’t feel the same way.”

“I call bullshit. She gives you the same looks.”

“Really?” Mark looks at him, intrigued.

“Yes, so ask her out sometime soon.”

After a few seconds of thinking, “Help me plan the perfect date.”

———

At the cafeteria, Meredith sees Lexie sitting at a table on her own eating her lunch. She observes her sister for a bit, seeing her smiling very big at her phone, making her wonder what was it that is making her so happy. She swiftly walks to her sister and sits down on the unoccupied chair.

“Uh, hi?” Lexie confusedly looks at Meredith.

“When are you gonna stop ignoring your feelings from Mark?”

After hearing those worlds, Lexie chokes on whatever she was drinking. Caught completely off guard to what her sister just said.

“I do not have feelings for Mark! What made you think that?”

“Oh, yeah? Come on! You give each other these looks that screams that you want to drag each other in an on call room.”

Wide-eyed, Lexie couldn’t even think of what to say.

“Look. I don’t know how to came to that conclusion, but I can assure you I don’t have these feelings that you’re saying I have. I’ve never even thought about him that way.”

“Not even a little bit?”

“Nope!”

“Well, why not? Mark is totally in love with you.”

“Until he says that, I won’t believe him. But if he did I would reject his advances because that would make me unfaithful.”

With that, Lexie walks away.

“Unfaithful?” Meredith asks herself.

———

It’s now a few days after. The workday was done for Lexie. She was ready to just go home and sleep the night away until she has to come back to work, not knowing of a surprise coming her way. Or multiple surprises.

As she’s walking out to the exit of the hospital, she hears quick footsteps behind her.

“Hey, Lexi.”

“Hi, Mark. What’s up?”

“Uh, well, I was just wondering if you have some time after work tomorrow? For some dinner.”

“Like a date?”

“Yes.” He replied confidently.

Not far away, Meredith and Derek are watching the interaction.

“She’s definitely going to say yes.” Derek stated with a smile.

Meredith looks at him sheepishly. “IforgottotellyouthatwhenItalkedtoLexieshesaidthatshewouldturnMarkdownbecauseshedoesn’tseehimanywayromanticatall.” She said very quickly all in one breath.

“Say that agin, but slower.”

“I forgot to tell you that when I talked to Lexie she said that she would turn Mark down because she doesn’t see him any way romantic at all.”

“What?! Why didn’t you tell me.”

“I don’t know! I didn’t believe her, but I should’ve believed her cause she said something about feeling the same way would make her unfaithful.”

“So, she’s in a relationship?”

“I think so.”

“So, Mark’s gonna get his heart broken?”

“Probably.”

Back with Mark and Lexie, Lexie is speechless while Mark looks hopeful.

“Look, Mark.” She pauses, trying to find the right words. “I am flattered, but I don’t feel anything romantic towards you.”

“What? But Derek said that we look each other the same.”

“Well he was probably seeing things cause I don’t look at you any other way but friendly.”

“Can’t you just give me a chance. Just one date and after you can tell me to stop if you still don’t feel the same.”

“I can’t. Besides…” Lexie looks away, which happens to be over by the door. At that moment she sees someone walk in holding a bouquet of flowers, wearing an army uniform, taking the beret off their head. Lexi becomes wide-eyed, not believing who she’s seeing.

At the same time, the person looks up, meeting Lexie’s eyes. Her eyes light up, holding up the bouquet of flowers. Lexie completely forgets about Mark and runs past him, jumping into the arms of this woman.

“Oh my god! How are you here? I thought I wouldn’t see you until next week?” She said into his neck, arms clinging onto her.

“I lied.” She said, chuckling into her hair. “Wanted to surprise you.”

Meredith and Derek took this time to walk up to Mark who had a confused and hurt expression on her face as Lexie pushed past him, essentially forgetting about their conversation.

“What just happened?” Meredith was the one to break the silence.

“I have no clue.”

“I asked her to give me a chance at on date to see if her mind changes, but she said no.”

“That’s probably the person she’s in a relationship with then.”

“She’s in a relationship and you didn’t tell me?” Mark asked Derek, hurt.

“I didn’t know until a couple minutes ago. Meredith knew, but didn’t believe her.”

“Even if she’s in a relationship, I usually still get the girl.” Derek looks at him with a face that says ‘really.’ “Right… sorry.”

A few more moments of watching the two embrace, Mark clears his throat cause the two to break apart and look at the others.

“Oh, yeah. Come here.” Lexie says, grabbing the woman’s hand, pulling her towards the group. “These are my friends Mark, Derek, and Meredith.”

“Meredith, your sister?”

“That’s the one.”

“Well it’s nice to meet you all.”

“How do you know Lexie?” Marks straightforwardly asks.

“Uh, well we met in high school actually. Sophomore year, specifically.”

“So, been friends ever since.”

“Best friends. She’s actually my ex-girlfriend.”

“You guys dated?” Mark asks, at the same time Lexie says, “You need to stop calling me your ex-girlfriend.”

You look at her with a smirk. “It’s true though.”

“I’m confused.” Derek speaks up.

“She always introduces or calls me her ex-girlfriend whenever we meet new people.”

“I’m still confused.”

“We’re married, but she technically is my ex-girlfriend because now she’s my wife. So that makes us in-laws.” You clarify, looking towards Derek and Meredith.

As the in-laws converse, Mark is stuck in his own head, reeling back to all the times Lexie could’ve reciprocated his same feelings, but now that he really thought about it, she never showed any signs of it.

“Well, we should go. I’m exhausted and I’m sure this one is too.” Lexie said, the whole day of work finally getting to her. “And Mark. I hope you find someone that is right for you.” With that, she grabs your hand and intertwines it with yours, pulling you to her car.

You both walk away, oblivious to the three staring at your retreating figures.

“We all didn’t read the situation correctly, I guess.” Meredith speaks up, still staring at her sister and husband.

“Don’t worry Mark, you’ll find someone.” Derek pats Mark on the shoulder. They both leave him, walking away, holding onto each other.

Mark is still staring at the both of you, seeing you pick Lexie up bridal style, her arms wrapped around your neck, pulling you into a kiss, smiling at each other as you pull away.

Still wishing that Lexie was his to love, Mark is content that she’s happy and loved, even it it’s not with him.

[cierraonline]

AIN'T THAT A BITCH

To be a good surgeon, you have to think like a surgeon. Emotions are messy. Tuck them neatly away and step into a clean, sterile room where the procedure is simple. Cut, suture, and close.  

"You look familiar. You been here before?" Joe, the owner of the Emerald City Bar, leaned against the counter, his weathered hands steady as his sharp eyes studied the blonde woman before him. She sat slouched, her fingers loosely wrapped around a glass, her gaze distant and heavy with unresolved tension.  

"Once. That worked out really well," Meredith replied dryly, her voice laced with sarcasm as she tossed back another shot of liquid misery.  

"I know that look. It'll be one of two things. Either your boss is giving you hell, or your boyfriend is. Which is it?"  

"Or both," a voice chimed in, smooth and commanding.  

Meredith and Joe turned toward the source. Standing just behind them was a striking woman dressed in all black, her silhouette sharp against the dim, golden glow of the bar. Her lips, painted a deep blood crimson, curled into a smirk that seemed to hold the secrets of a thousand untold stories.  

"Her boyfriend could be her boss," the woman added, her tone playful yet cutting.  

The words struck like a knife, and Meredith felt a familiar pain resurface—a wound she thought she'd buried, now ripped wide open.  

"Which was a problem. But not as big a problem as the fact that my boyfriend has a wife," Meredith said, her words bitter yet oddly freeing as she turned her full attention to the woman who had so effortlessly captured the room.  

"Ain't that a bitch," the woman said, shaking her head with a mixture of pity and amusement. She slid a crisp fifty-dollar bill across the counter toward Joe. "Give her something strong, on me. And I'll take another glass of Hennessy."  

Joe nodded and got to work, while the mysterious woman kept her piercing gaze locked on Meredith, who hadn't looked away.  

"That's a strong drink," Meredith said with a faint nod, the edges of her curiosity beginning to soften her tension. "What's your deal?"  

"Runaway husband," the woman replied, picking up her glass and swirling the dark liquid within. "I'm still deciding if I should beg him to come back home or make him wish he never crossed me. What do you think I should do?"  

"I say," Meredith slurred slightly as she leaned closer, her words emboldened by the alcohol, "make him believe that every time he looks at you—he's looking into the eyes of the devil." 

"Mhmm," the woman hummed, her smile widening with approval. "Medusa Devil," she said, introducing herself, her name dripping with dark elegance. 

"Meredith Grey," the blonde replied, offering a small, tipsy smile as she raised the free shot Medusa had bought her and downed it in one smooth motion.  

"Well, Meredith Grey, besides accidentally being an adulterous whore, what do you do?" Medusa asked, sliding into a seat closer to the blonde, her presence magnetic and unshakable.  

"I'm an intern at Seattle Grace Hospital, meaning I don't have a life to do anything else," Meredith jokes, her tone light but her gaze heavy as it scanned the woman before her. She tried to focus on the conversation but found her attention drawn irresistibly to the woman's caramel-toned, thick thighs, their curves so inviting that Meredith's fingers twitched with the urge to touch.  

"What a coincidence. I'm the newly appointed hospital administrator for Seattle Grace," Medusa said smoothly, running her hand through her dark waves before turning to meet Meredith's piercing blue eyes.  

"So you're the boss," Meredith smirked, leaning in slightly, her intrigue deepening.  

"I'm the boss," Medusa confirmed, her voice dipping into a sultry whisper that sent an involuntary shiver through Meredith's body.  

"Good," Meredith replied, her smirk widening as her eyes drifted to the woman's cleavage. The deep neckline of Medusa's strapless dress revealed just enough to tease, while her shoulders were draped in a sleek leather trench coat that added an air of dominance.  

"And why do you say that?" Medusa asked, raising an eyebrow as she sipped her drink, her movements deliberate and calculated. The glass of brown liquor seemed to prolong her buzz as much as her composure.  

"Lady bosses...just do it better," Meredith said, her tone low and laced with suggestion.  

"I'm also better at something else," Medusa replied, her tongue flicking out to glide sensuously across her bottom lip.  

"Now what would your husband say if he knew you were flirting with me?" Meredith asked with a soft laugh, tilting her head to the side as she locked eyes with Medusa's deep, chocolate-brown gaze. They reminded her of freshly baked brownies—rich, warm, and dangerously addictive.  

"The question is...do you honestly care what my husband would say?" Medusa tilted her head back, a confident smirk playing on her lips.  

"I don't know," Meredith said with a casual shrug. "I'm already an adulterous whore. Can't go building a résumé if I want this surgeon thing to go well for me."  

"Like you said...lady bosses just do it better," Medusa recited, her smirk widening.  

"Dominant?"  

"You have no idea," Medusa teased, her voice dripping with amusements. "I'm staying at the Hamptons, just three blocks from here. My room number is 777."  

"And what would I do with that information?" Meredith felt her body heat rise, a slow, intoxicating pulse starting in her core.  

"Whatever you want," Medusa shrugged, her tone nonchalant as she stood smoothly. Walking behind Meredith, she leaned close, her breath hot against Meredith's ear. "I'm just hoping it involves me showing you my piercing."  

"Nipples?" Meredith breathed, her face flushing as a wave of heat rolled through her.  

"Close," Medusa whispered, her plump lips grazing the shell of Meredith's ear before pulling back. In the next instant, the heated air between them was replaced by the cool void Medusa left behind as she headed for the door.  

"All hail the champ!" Joe announced loudly, breaking the moment as George O'Malley burst into the bar. Cheers erupted from the regulars.  

"So, my guy Alex finally got what was coming to him," Joe added, grinning widely.  

"George knocked him down in one punch," Cristina praised, sliding onto a stool. "You should've seen it."  

"I don't want to talk about it!" George snapped, rushing to the bar, his face red.  

"Brag, champ, brag. You've earned it," Joe said with a hearty chuckle.  

"Can I have a beer, please?" George mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck.  

"Did you see that hot mysterious woman who just left?" Cristina asked Meredith, sliding into the seat next to her.  

"Her name is Medusa Devil," Meredith replied with a smirk, swirling her glass. "Staying at the Hamptons in room 777."  

"Damn, Meredith. I didn't think you rolled that way," Cristina said, raising a surprised eyebrow.  

"Everyone has a little exploring phase...it just sticks for some," Meredith shrugged, briefly reminiscing about her college days. "Let's play a game of whose life sucks the most. I'll win. I always win."  

"No, you don't want to play with me," Cristina said, shaking her head.  

"Oh, I do. I'll even go first. Derek's married," Meredith said matter-of-factly.  

Cristina's eyes widened in shock, and George nearly spit out his beer, half of it dribbling out of his nose.  

"George, beer is dripping from your nostrils," Cristina said flatly, eyeing him as he wiped his face with his sleeve.  

"Told you I'd win," Meredith said with a wry grin, tipping back her drink.  

"No, you didn't win," Cristina denied with a sharp shake of her head.  

"Did you hear me? I said Derek is married. As in pigheaded, adulterous, liar married. Nothing you could say could top that."  

"I'm pregnant. I win," Cristina revealed, her voice steady despite the weight of her words. The admission hung in the air, its implications threatening to shift the trajectory of her career as one of the best.  

In the background, Joe groaned loudly, clutching his head as his face twisted in discomfort. A concerned bar patron leaned in, asking if he was all right, but before Joe could respond, he toppled over, landing heavily on the floor.  

"Okay. Maybe Joe wins," Cristina deadpanned, her and Meredith's attention instantly diverted as they rushed to the bar owner's side.  

"Joe, lie back down," Cristina commanded, pushing him back when he tried to sit up.  

"The medics are coming," Meredith added, keeping a firm but calming tone.  

"You called the gurney patrol?" Joe grumbled weakly.  

"Sit back and relax. We have to take you to the hospital to run some tests," Meredith advised, crouching beside him.  

"Tests? I don't need tests. I'm fine!" Joe argued, swatting at their hovering hands.  

"Dude! You collapsed!" Cristina exclaimed. "On the floor! This is your bar. You know how filthy this floor is."  

"Radial pulse is strong," Meredith noted clinically, checking his vitals.  

"Minor skull contusions," Cristina observed, brushing her fingers lightly over his scalp.  

"You're sleeping with someone?" Meredith's mind raced back to Cristina's earlier revelation, the statement slipping out before she could stop herself.  

"What? Who?" George asked from the sidelines, his confusion palpable. He felt like he'd walked into the middle of a drama he wasn't privy to.  

"Why is that such a shock? Even George managed to get some action," Cristina quipped.  

"Correction," George interjected, raising a hand. "George got some syphilis."  

"How could I not know you were sleeping with someone?" Meredith asked, her curiosity piqued.  

"Forget this," Joe groaned, shoving their hands away.  

"Joe!"  

"The hospital is right across the street. I can sure as hell walk across the street by myself," he grumbled, struggling to his feet. Though his legs wobbled, his determination carried him out the door.  

"Oh, I think we should–" Cristina began, watching Joe stagger away.  

"No, I got him. Joe!" George called after him, dashing to catch up.  

Within minutes, Miranda Bailey's interns, with the exception of Izzie Stevens and Alex Karev, had gathered at the hospital. Joe was admitted and now lay unconscious in a hospital bed. With Joe's situation temporarily handled, Meredith turned back to Cristina, her curiosity unquenched.  

"All right. Details. You're pregnant? What are you gonna do?"  

"Look, you know what happens to pregnant interns. I'm not switching to the vagina squad or spending my life popping zits. I'm too talented. Surgery's my life," Cristina said firmly, her tone brooking no argument.  

"Which begs the question: who are you sleeping with?"  

"Just a guy," Cristina dismissed, waving off further inquiries.  

"That's all I get? You can't just bring something like this up and expect me to drop it."  

"Well, watch me," Cristina shot back before striding away from the conversation. She approached the nurses' station, where George and Izzie stood talking.  

"Why are you back here tonight? Don't you have a date with McDreamy?" Izzie asked, noticing the group's exhausted faces.  

"More like McMarried," George interjected bitterly.  

"McWhat?" Izzie's eyes widened, her shock and dismay written plainly across her face.  

"I came to check on Joe," Meredith said, deliberately avoiding the Derek topic.  

"You think he's gonna be okay?" George asked, his worry evident.  

"You think he's gonna need an operation?" Cristina added, her surgical mind already analyzing the possibilities.  

"Operation, yes. Okay, hard to tell," Derek Shepherd said as he approached, his calm professionalism matching his crisp scrubs. He held Joe's chart in his hand, glancing at it before continuing. "Basilar artery's blown up like a balloon. Subarachnoid bleeding. Aneurysm the size of a golf ball."  

"No way to clip something like that," George scoffed, disappointment evident in his tone as he considered the grim reality of Joe's condition.  

"Not without magic fingers," Cristina shook her head, crossing her arms.  

"Or a standstill operation," Derek revealed matter-of-factly.  

"You're doing a standstill?" Cristina asked, her eyes widening in surprise. Noticing the looks her fellow interns were giving her, she quickly defended herself. "He's doing a standstill operation!"  

"I'd like to try," Derek admitted. "First, I need some additional patient history, overnight labs, and a cerebral angio." He extended Joe's chart toward Meredith, but she didn't take it.  

"I'm drunk," she claimed, her voice sharp as she turned on her heel and walked away from the desk.  

"Meredith," Derek called after her, starting to follow. But his path was subtly blocked by the interns, who closed ranks in quiet solidarity with Meredith.  

"McBastard," Izzie muttered under her breath, shooting Derek a glare.  

As soon as he left, Cristina grabbed the chart from George's hands and began flipping through it, her curiosity piqued.  

"Ahem," the intern on call cleared their throat, eyeing Cristina pointedly.  

"What are you doing?" George asked, baffled by her actions.  

"Uh," Cristina cleared her throat, trying to sound nonchalant. "I'm on her side, but we're talking about a possible standstill operation here. Recognize." She spun on her heel, walking away with the chart in hand.  

Meredith, meanwhile, rushed toward the hospital exit, determined to put distance between herself and Derek, who was now trailing close behind.  

"Meredith!" Derek called after her, quickening his pace to catch up.  

"Go away!" she snapped, her voice carrying her anger through the air.  

"Just wait. We should discuss this," he pleaded, nearly jogging as they stepped outside into the cool night air.  

"Here's a thought!" Meredith suddenly stopped, whirling around to face him with fury burning in her eyes. "No! Quit following me!"  

"At least let me explain," Derek implored, his voice softer now.  

"Explain?" Meredith barked incredulously. "You know when you should've explained? The night we met in the bar! Before any of the rest of it. Yeah, that would've been a good time to discuss it."  

"Look, I know how you feel," Derek tried again, his tone earnest.  

"Do you?" Meredith shot back, disbelief dripping from her words. "Somehow I doubt that. Because if you did, you would shut up, turn around, and go back inside. You'd realize I'm this close to getting in my car and running you down in the parking lot!" With that, she spun around and stormed off.  

George appeared out of nowhere, rushing to keep up with her as he held an umbrella over her head.  

"Where are your keys?" George asked, keeping pace with her determined stride.  

"I'm fine!" she snapped, brushing him off.  

"Meredith, give me your keys," he demanded, his tone leaving no room for argument. She shoved them into his open palm with a huff.  "Let's go home," he said firmly.  

"Actually, take me to the nearest Hamptons," Meredith countered, shaking her head. She needed a distraction, and she had an open invitation.  

"What's at the Hamptons?" George asked as they climbed into her car.  

"An acquaintance," Meredith answered shortly, staring straight ahead.  

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On the seventh floor of the Hamptons, the city's most luxurious hotel, Meredith Grey found herself standing before the door marked 777. She raised her hand and knocked, her resolve firm.  

The door opened to reveal Medusa Devil, clad in a plush white robe, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders.  

"Meredith Grey," Medusa greeted her with a curious tilt of her head. "How can I help you?"  

"Show me the piercing," Meredith said, her voice steady and sure.  

"Come in," Medusa replied with a smirk, stepping aside to let Meredith in. The entryway widened as Meredith crossed the threshold, her confidence unwavering. Medusa closed the door behind her, the sound of the latch echoing softly in the quiet room.

[stelenasfav]

otps cuz why not

1. stelena (the vampire diaries)

"i love you, stefan. hold onto that. never let that go."

2. slexie (grey's anatomy)

"mark i have a boyfriend."

"im saying you could have a husband."

3. bughead (riverdale)

"i just want to let you know that I love you. i’ll never stop loving you.”

4. bonrad (the summer i turned pretty)

"that's because you're cold hearted."

"to everyone else maybe, but no to you."

5. merder (grey's anatomy)

"its just that derek was epic for her. they were the great love story. i mean that girl's heart beat for derek shepherd."

6. klaroline (the vampire diaries)

"he's your first love. i intend to be your last. however long it takes."

7. serenate (gossip girl)

"you loved me?"

"of course i did. serena you're the most beautiful... amazing alive person i've ever seen."

8. bangel (buffy the vampire slayer)

"i love you so much. i tried to make you go away. i killed you and it didn't help [...] i wish i wished you dead, but i don't. i can't."

9. dair (gossip girl)

"and what if i lose everything?"

"you still have me."

10. choni (riverdale)

"you know I love you with every ounce of my soul."

[ivebeendressingforrevenge]

Grey's Anatomy Text Posts Part 2

[geralallfandoms]

hi hi. could i request mark sloan x a reader that survived the plane crash? mark stopped fighting because lexie died, so something with him surviving bc the person he loved did so he has something to fight for would be so good. preferably w a happy ending or fluffy!! other than that up 2 u! love ur writing :)

Another requests yey🕺 omg I love the idea!! Please tell me if you like It , if it's what you expected or if you would like me to change something! I would really love to hear your opinion and if you liked it!!🫂 Tysm, I hope you enjoy it!

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!

°The selfish man°

TW: Blood, wounds, plane crash, death, shock, spoiler. (I hope I didn't forget anything)

Song I heard while writing this:

It all happened too soon.

From one moment to the next, laughter turned into screams, happiness into fear, tranquility into silence. In less than a few seconds the path of history had completely changed.

Most of those on that plane were unable to understand in time what had happened. In the blink of an eye, nature surrounded them.

After the great sound of the machines, after the plane fell onto the green grass, after it dragged itself along, taking with it trees and everything else in its path, silence reigned again.

While some were still unconscious, others were already aware of their surroundings.

The sky was the first thing you saw when you opened your eyes. Everything was confusing, and the ringing in your ears prevented you from hearing your surroundings, so you couldn't understand why you were in a forest.

You could see movement at your side, you slowly tilted your head to see how Christina moved things, maybe she was looking for something. You didn't know. You didn't know why you were in the woods, still sitting in an airplane seat.

"Reader! Hey! Hey- can you hear me?! React!" Christina screamed over and over again in your voice. The shock and adrenaline kept her alert and energized, but you couldn't understand her, you couldn't hear her.

After a while, you saw how she simply walked away from you and walked towards Meredith, who was sitting on the floor, a few meters away from where you were.

While everyone else seemed to be 100% sure of where they were or what had happened, you struggled to maintain consciousness.

But the darkness, the whispers telling you to stop fighting, got the better of you, and you decided to relax.

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You wished that the hand touching your shoulder and your face was your mother's, that she had simply come to let you know that breakfast was ready, that in a few minutes they would go to the beach to spend the day.

But when you opened your eyes, the first thing you saw were worried faces. Faces of... your friends?

"Reader...hey hey here I am...do you know who I am? Can you talk?" Dereck asked while holding your face in his hands.

"She's fucking deaf..." Christina said as she pointed to your bloody ears.

You wanted to tell them that you weren't completely deaf, that you could hear them faintly, but that the pain didn't let you think, speak.

Pain?

"We can't get her out of that chair..." The blonde girl said...Meredith?

You tried to understand what they were talking about, and why their faces looked so scared, but you just tried to relax, not panic. Although really, you were terrified of knowing what they were talking about, of looking down at where the pain was coming from.

Tears were pooling in your eyes and all you could think about was Mark. Where was he? What had happened to his seat, which was next to you. What had happened to Lexie, who was in front of you.

Minutes passed, or maybe it was hours? You didn't know. But you were conscious enough to realize that you were still in the airplane seat, with your seatbelt on, that you were in what was left of the plane, that you had an iron rod going through your stomach, that your ears hurt, that you couldn't move or feel your left leg, on the same side that the bar was, you could now tell that night had already fallen, that Meredith, Christina and Derek were near you, with a campfire.

You could now tell that Mark wasn't there. You couldn't see him anywhere.

"Ma-mark..." You said in a whisper, but loud enough for Derek to hear.

"You can't do this to her. You can't do this to your girl. Mark! You have to react. She has a fucking bar running from side to side of her body, she may not feel her legs, but she's awake. She's been awake for four hours, she's fighting. You can't leave her." Derek told Mark, who had refused to leave Lexie alone, who had died in front of him a few minutes ago.

"I can't leave her...Derek please...it's little Lexie..." He said trying not to look where you are.

"I know it's not easy but, fuck... I know you're not going to like it but someone has to tell you. She doesn't feel anything anymore, she doesn't suffer anymore, okay? You can let her rest, we'll give her a burial...Mark, it's Reader. Your Reader. She's suffering there, alone, she doesn't know what's going on, she hasn't spoken in four hours, she's disoriented and in shock...you can't do that to your girl..." Derek said before turning around and walking away.

"I'm here..." Mark said, who upon hearing your voice, quickly stood up and approached you. "My girl...you're okay, I'm with you..."

Mark had a bandage on his arm, and one on his torso. Because after thinking about what Derek had told him, he couldn't help but approach where Reader was. Because when he saw her awake, looking at the sky, calm, fighting to remain conscious, he knew he couldn't do that to her.

He knew he couldn't let himself die. He couldn't leave her alone. He knew she was fighting for him and it would be too selfish of him not to do the same

So he turned around and walked over to the others, confessed the pain in his chest and let them help him. He decided to keep fighting for her.

"A-are yo-you...oka-okay?" It was the first complete sentence you had managed to say all day.

Mark couldn't help but smile as he saw how, even in the condition you were in, you cared more about him than yourself.

"I'm fine honey...don't worry. Don't get stressed okay? I'll stay with you..." He said moving your hair from your face while his other hand slowly took yours.

"Thank you...f-for...ke-keep fighting..." You said, caressing his hand.

Mark was speechless.

"I know...I know something's not right...I-I can see it on your face..." You took a deep breath and continued. "I know you...I know th-that you are tired...but you are still here..." You said between ragged breaths, trying to ignore the pain.

"I will never be able to understand how you manage to guess everything... my sweetness, I am so sorry..." Mark said as he approached you until your foreheads were touching. "I've been selfish...but I won't leave...I promise..."

And Mark kept his promise, because days later, when rescue finally arrived, Mark was still with you, watching over your fever, your breathing, feeling every beat of your heart.

Because even though he had lost little Lexie that day, even though darkness and death had clouded his thoughts, he couldn't abandon you. And he never would again.

He never abandoned you. Not when you had to get hearing aids to hear better, or when you had to go to your therapies to regain mobility in your leg. He was always there.

And would be for the rest of his life.

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And that's all! I hope you liked it! Remember that I'm delighted to read your opinions!!🫂

[stilessbaseballbat]

Okay just finished If We Were Villains

Don't talk to me for the next 5-7 business days.

[spncupcake]

ANYONE have some good, fluffy Grey’s Anatomy Mark Sloan, Alex Karev &/or George O’Malley fanfics?!

Also, only up to S9!!!!

I’m dying to read some good fics for them:(( I’m in love with them all 😭❤️

<<I’m a quarter 1/2 through S9 in my first watch and I just love all of these guys so much 🥺>>

[sunset-bobby]

I’ve been reading a LOT of Addek fanfiction and the topic of Derek’s death isn’t discussed enough

like that was her person for what 16 years and i know like really he and Meredith are like soulmates but Addison was married to him longer than Meredith even knew him

I think that the reaction of Derek’s death (especially since she already loss Mark) shoulda been something we saw in the show and it upsets me that it’s not explored enough

ALSO FINISH YOUR FANFICS

[slf-cntrl]

CAL•ZONA

(callie x arizona)

“she has got this super magic smile.”

“what would you say to some good old fashioned junior high make out?”

“i love you and you love me and none of the rest matters.”

“i would like to know if you’ll come home.”

“our baby. there was a heartbeat.”

“i’m in. i’m in.”

“i can’t live without you and our ten kids.”

“we’re getting married.”

“we’re amazing.”

“i love you so much.”

- somewhere together in nyc

[worthy-prince-i-knowt]

i need 3-5 business days to recover after james and oliver iwwv morning scene

[cierraonline]

BEFORE SEATTLE

A Couple Months Back  

Manhattan, New York City  

For the past two days, right as the sun bid farewell and the moon greeted the night, rain poured incessantly, growing heavier by the minute. Flood warnings constantly interrupted the evening news, urging people to rush home for shelter and warmth. Inside a brownstone townhome, decorated for both comfort and status, a young woman paced restlessly in a sweatsuit, clutching the house phone to her ear, longing to hear anything but the monotonous ringer and dial tone.  

"Mommy! Where's Daddy? I can't go to sleep without my goodnight kisses," one of her twins screamed from the top of the stairs, her voice cutting through the roar of thunder outside.  

"Baby, give Mommy a minute so she can find Daddy," the woman called back, her eyes following the youngest twin, who stood steadfast by the window, her small hands pressed against the glass as if willing her father to appear.  

"Honey, why don't you go upstairs with your sister? I'm sure Daddy will be here real soon."  

"No!" Salem Mark Shepherd shook her head, her expression resolute. She turned to face her mother, her determination as fierce as the storm outside. "I'm waiting for Daddy."  

"Hon—" The mother stopped herself, knowing this was a battle she wasn't going to win. The energy inside the house mirrored the chaos outside, and she needed to focus.  

"Derek Christopher Shepherd, where are you?" she muttered under her breath, shooting one last glance at her daughter before retreating into the kitchen for some privacy. With the phone still pressed to her ear, she let her frustrations spill out.  

"Answer your fucking phone right now, or I swear to God, I will hurt you the next time I see you," she growled, her voice low but trembling with anger. "I don't know if you're out on the town drinking with Mark and Addison, nor do I really care. All I know is that your daughters are waiting way past their bedtime for their goodnight kiss and to be tucked in. I did not spend three weeks planning and a month consistently implementing a bedtime routine just for you to fuck it all up in one night. So whatever you're doing, get your ass home and do your father duties. Now!"  

With a final burst of frustration, she slammed the phone back into its holder, the sharp sound echoing through the house like the thunder outside.  

Thunder struck the air once again, like a snap unleashing the beast of uncontrollable emotions.  

"I want Daddy!" Raven Shepherd stormed into the kitchen, her face red and puffy, tears streaming down her chubby cheeks. "I want Daddy!" she shrieked, her voice cutting through the storm.  

Her mother froze, startled. She had never seen this level of behavior from her daughter before. Usually, she and her husband managed to head off tantrums long before they escalated into this uncontrollable storm of emotions. But tonight, it was beyond salvageable. All she could do was let the cries ride out until they subsided.  

"Mommy!" Raven stomped her bare feet on the tiled floor and shoved her tiny hand into her mouth, screaming at the top of her lungs as if her heart was breaking in two.  

"Raven Mark Shepherd," her mother said firmly but evenly, taking a deep breath. She had to calm herself before she could calm her daughter. The truth was, she wanted to scream too—to release her frustrations and exhaustion in the same raw way. But she couldn't. She wouldn't. Repeating the generational cycle of yelling and force wasn't an option, not because she saw it as abuse, but because it felt like looking into a mirror of her own past before she was adopted. Her twin daughters were a near-perfect reflection of her younger self, with no trace of their father in their features.  

"I know you're feeling a lot right now—with the thunder and Daddy not being here—but I need you to breathe so Mommy can breathe, okay?" She bent down to her daughter's level, her voice soft and soothing, a tone she'd perfected after binge-watching Supernanny during breaks between house chores while the girls were at daycare.  

"Come on, let's do some breathing exercises together," she said gently, taking Raven's hand and softly pulling her tiny fingers out of her mouth. "Inhale... 1-2-3... exhale..."  

The child struggled at first, her breaths ragged and uneven, but she tried to mimic her mother.  

"That's it," her mother coached, her tone unwavering. "Inhale... 1-2-3... exhale..."  

Little by little, Raven's sobs turned into hiccups, and her breaths smoothed out.  

"There you go, baby." The mother smiled warmly at her daughter, brushing away a tear from her cheek. "Come on, let's grab Sissy and head to bed. You must be very tired after all that crying, huh?"  

She picked Raven up, resting the child on her left hip, and turned to leave the kitchen.  

"Salem, come on, we're going to bed," she called out, holding out her free hand.  

The youngest twin, who had been silently watching from the doorway, obeyed without hesitation, slipping her small hand into her mother's.  

"Inhale... 1-2-3... exhale..." The mother repeated the exercise, but this time it was more for herself than her children. "Everything is going to be okay."  

The small family—minus the father—climbed the stairs and entered the bedroom on the left, designated for the girls. The walls were split in color: pink for Raven, to represent her pure heart, sensitivity, and compassion, and purple for Salem, embodying her creativity and imagination. In the center of the room, against the far wall, was the full-sized bed they shared. Their parents had decided separate beds weren't necessary yet, as the twins always ended up cuddled together by morning anyway.  

"Let's get under the covers," the mother said softly, pulling back the duvet and helping her daughters climb in. Once they were settled, she tucked the edges snugly around them.  

"Daddy might not be here to say goodnight and give kisses," she began, leaning close, "but I know he's probably wishing he were right here to do all those things."  

"Really?" Salem looked up at her mother with wide, hopeful eyes.  

"Most def—" The sound of the phone ringing cut her words short. She bolted into the hallway, snatching the receiver from its base.  

"Derek," she said breathlessly, hoping against hope it was her husband.  

"I've sold the practice, and I'm moving to Seattle," his voice came through the line, flat and resolute.  

She froze. The weight of his words pressed against her chest, but she forced herself to stay calm. Now wasn't the time for this. It was "calming down" time, not just for her children but for herself. She couldn't afford to let this rile her up, not when her daughters were finally winding down after such an emotional evening.  

"Say goodnight to your daughters," she said sharply, her tone brooking no argument. She grabbed the phone and returned to the girls' room, pressing the speaker button as she set the phone in her hand.  

"Daddy's on the phone, baby and honey," she announced softly.  

The girls' faces, tense and anxious, lit up at the sound of their father's voice.  

"How are my babies doing?" Derek asked, his familiar tone making their features relax.  

"Fine," they mumbled sleepily. Their mother watched as their tension melted away, their eyelids growing heavy.  

"Daddy loves you guys and wishes he could be there to give his two princesses a bunch of kisses," Derek sighed through the line. "When I see you again, I'll make sure to give you all the kisses and tight squeezies in the world. I love you, honey and baby."  

"I love you too, Daddy," they murmured, their voices barely audible before sleep claimed them.  

Gently, their mother retrieved the phone, careful not to disturb them. She pulled the duvet snug around their small bodies and turned off the main light. In its place, she switched on their moonstone nightlights—one for each twin. With a soft click, the room was bathed in a soothing glow.  

Before leaving, she adjusted the door, leaving it slightly ajar—just enough to keep an eye on them while shielding the room from outside noise.  

Once in the hallway, she brought the phone back to her ear, her voice a low, simmering hiss.  

"Fuck you, Derek Shepherd."  

She hung up without waiting for a response, her chest heaving with unspent emotions.