#andrew deluca imagines

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low | andrew deluca imagine

request: hi! idk if u still do requests but if u do can u do one where y/n takes care and comforta deluca when hes in one of his lows? hurt/comfort ykyk :)) thank u !!!

between working and studying you had barely seen andrew the last 2 weeks. it wasn’t for lack of trying.

you had been cramming for your intern exam which was yesterday, so everything was finally slowing back down.

it had been about 12 hours since you heard from andrew and he wasn’t scheduled to be at the hospital.

after your shift, you decided to pop over to his apartment without telling him first. you unlocked the door with your key and walked in, “andrew?” you called out.

no one answered. you knew he was here because you had parked next to his car in the lot and his wallet was in the catch all tray.

“honey?” you called again, walking to the bedroom.

he was on his bedroom floor, head on his knees. you kneeled next to him, “hey, you doin okay, baby?”

“my thoughts won’t stop.” he mumbled.

you wrapped your arms around him and squeezed lightly. “let’s get in bed at least, yeah?”

he nodded and you stood up, extending your hand. he took it while standing up and you led him to the bed.

you knew andrew was bipolar and you had helped him through his ups and downs. “how long have you felt like this, baby?”

he shook his head, “couple days. maybe a week. i haven’t been to the hospital in a while.”

you sighed and laid down next to him, “have you been taking your meds?”

“i stopped last week. didn’t think i needed them.”

“baby, you know you can’t do that. let’s get you started again tonight.” you said stroked his cheek.

he nodded sadly, “i’m sorry. i know you just took your test. i don’t wanna be a burden “

“you are never a burden, sweetheart. i would do anything for you, you know that.” you kissed him softly, “i love you so much.”

“i love you too.”

“now, when was the last time you’ve eaten? coz i’m thinking we order some takeout and stay in bed for the rest of the day.”

andrew gently smiled at your suggestion, “that sounds perfect.”

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[d-targaryenshoe]

Favorites greys hot boys/crushes?

Jackson Avery

Andrew DeLuca

Owen Hunt (underrated)

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[swiftsdelucaa]

❛ 𝑵𝒐 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔 ❜ (𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕)

𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: Andrew DeLuca x reader ♡

𝘼/𝙣: Okkk so finally posted this for the resultss and for me tbh ahaj Posting the other ones soon! :)

* 𝗦𝗠𝗨𝗧!!! *

His eyes were on you the whole time, you pretended not to notice, but that wasn't possible.

“Dr. DeLuca, I already told you that you can’t look at me like that at work" you say as you drag him into a call room. He smirks at you. “Yes, exactly that, I mean, I would like to do my best during my internship, and you distract me like this” you say chuckling as he presses a small kiss on your lips. "We have rules" you added.

"Fuck the rules, you're so hot when you're focused on work" he says smiling. “And I can't help but thinking about you and how much I want you” his face was just a few inches from yours, you looked at him biting your lower lip slightly.

"But if you continue to look at me like this now it will be more difficult to stop" he said, his eyes focused on your lips.

“Oh, you were doing this the whole time” you put your arms around his neck. He chuckled softly and then started to kiss your neck. You sighed and giggled, reaching his hair with your hands.

You and Andrew had only recently started dating, but there was so much tension between you.

“Wait a second” you say as you walk away to lock the door. Then you return focusing on him and start kissing him again. He deepens it letting his tongue enter into your mouth and intertwining with yours. He kisses good as hell. Before you realized it he slowly pushed you against the wall. He pulled away from you for a moment to take off his shirt, you smiled at him as you looked at his abs. You run your hands over his chest as he starts kissing you again, his hands on your hips. You let out a soft moan as his lips were placed on your neck again.

“Damn, I can't believe I'm doing this” you whispered as you took off your shirt and he smiled at you.

"Oh why not?" he asked as he held you closer. You smiled keeping to look at him as you could feel his erection pressing against you. He left a small kiss where your bra doesn't cover.

"We should become used to this, after all it's a part of every doctor's career here" he said smirking as yoy chuckled. He slid his fingers down your stomach, reaching the hem of your pants and ending up on the inside of your panties. You let out a gasp when you felt his fingers starting to massage softly and then slowly going inside you. You let your head fall behind when you felt him going deeper, causing you more moans. He felt that you were already wet, still massaging your clit and looking at you smirking. He moves his fingers inside you again before sliding them out, running them over his lips, into his mouth. You panted as you looked at him, your breathing becoming more intense. Now your desire was as hard as his.

He took off his pants leaving them somewhere on the floor, he did the same thing with you and then picked you up. You put your legs around his waist and gigglee softly as you kissed his neck, after that he gently placed you on the bed.

"You're so hot" he whispered to you when he got on top of you.

"Oh, that's you" you said kissing his lips again. You put your hands through his hair and bite his lip lightly into the kiss. He squeezes one of your breasts, motioning to remove your bra. You let out a soft moan as he continues to grope you, then you took it off. His lips slipped on your chest, continuing to tease you by biting gently your nipple, you let out some moans and sighs when you felt him reaching your stomach. He took off your panties then looked at you.

"Damn, you're perfect" he said smirking even more. He licked your delicate spot to tease you more, his tongue touching your clit.

"Mmh..." you moaned more feeling a shiver that reached your entire body.

He kisses you one more time before getting up to take off his boxers and retrieve a condom from his pocket. You looked at him up and down, then stopping your gaze lower and smirking. When he focuses on you again he kisses you intensely squeezing you and finding his way inside you, going pretty hard. This made you starting to moan louder.

“Aah- God...” the more you felt him speed up, the more the pleasure took over you, you tried to hold back your moans in vain. “Andrew…” You kept panting, you tried to put your hand over your mouth fearing that someone could hear you, but he stopped you.

"Don't care if someone hears us" he smirks as he runs his hand around your hair, holding them delicately, and you smile sighing. "And please do not ever try to stop that sweet sound again" your eyes met keeping the contact for a few good seconds, your moans didn't stop.

"Sì piccola, così" (Yes baby, just like that) he whispered as he kept going with the same pace. You gasp after hearing his comment in Italian. You didn't know anything about that language yet, but you swore you would learn it one day.

A groan escaped from his mouth for the feeling of being inside you, he looked at your pleasured face, you couldn't help letting out some other loud moans as he kept with his last thrusts deeper. "Così bella, cazzo, e mia" (So beautiful, fuck, mine) he whispered again. You smiled hearing him.

"Holy fuck" you panted heavily. He was kissing the lower part of your neck and your shoulder. You hold onto his back tightly as you had reached the peak of your orgasm. “A-Andrew…” your moans filled the room, now you felt like you were about to come. He squeezed your breasts again as he increased and after a little you came all around him, feeling much better.

Once he was done he let himself laying down next to you, giving you a soft kiss on your shoulder.

“I've never thought my internship would be this enjoyable” you said chuckling, he laughs softly, both still breathing heavily.

“It will be even better” he kissed you softly putting his hand on your cheek as you looked at each other still laying down.

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[redhairedwolfwitch]

Photograph of A World on Fire (4) - Andy Herrera x DeLuca!Sister!Reader - Station 19/Grey's Anatomy

Summary: The world might be on fire with a pandemic happening, and you and Andy face loss after loss, but the two of you stick together and become even closer through it all.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Request: hey 💓 could you write a deluca!sister x amelia fic where r is a cheeky italian which puts amelia in gay panic mode x

A/n: this diverts from canon like a curly wurly chocolate bar, also mentions a one night stand, there's no smut but it's alluded to, so, read at your own risk, and don't ask me where this happens in canon, because that will give me another headache:) (i gave myself that headache and followed canon slightly... ooof, warning, canon character death incoming)

A/n: to whoever reads this, you are important.

Andy found out her mother was alive, and then three weeks later, a pandemic set the world on fire.

Andy's mother left, and her father told her that her mother had died, rather than her mother had abandoned her due to mental illness.

Your brother and sister were determined to quarantine away from you, and with Andy in a bubble at the firehouse, you were isolated from everyone.

Andy had enlisted herself in distracting herself about her mother by going to an art store, masked up with a list of supplies for you so you could keep making your art from home. Andy didn't know you had gotten out of the car, sitting on the bonnet with your camera, photographing the empty streets.

You didn't know it was the start of one of two projects during the pandemic that would make your career flourish, as you sat in your black attire, watching the funeral of Pruitt Herrera, that due to the pandemic had to be done online. Watching as Andy spoke, you couldn't hide the love in your eyes for this woman. This woman of fire. Your fiamma.

///

Your brother sat on your porch as you sat in the hallway, talking to each other through an open door.

"I found inspiration, for two big projects."

"Two big projects? Wow, that's amazing, angioletta. I hope I get to see them before Carina." Andrew smiled, the pride in his eyes obvious.

"Oh she'd be so mad!" You laughed, remembering the last time Andrew had seen your artwork before Carina did, and how jealous she got despite trying to hide it.

"How's your girlfriend?" Andrew threw you off, almost dropping your snack on the carpet in surprise at his question, but you took a moment before replying.

"She is at a family picnic for the first time in twenty years, and I didn't want to impose y'know. Plus, everyone is so determined to quarantine, I'm isolated from everyone and everything, but my art." You admitted, spotting the sad look on your big brother's face at your confession. You were feeling lonely.

///

"It probably won't help if I tell them that I have a girlfriend too." Andy admitted to her cousin Michelle, whose eyes lit up at Andy's admittance.

"You do? Tell me everything!"

"She's an artist, with two older siblings, who are both doctors, but she is my saving grace in this, this cruel world." Andy confessed, getting her phone out to show her cousin a photo of you, and some photos of your art.

///

Your phone buzzed as Vic sent you a video, getting your brother's attention as you gasped.

"There, there was a tiger, in the firehouse... a tiger... that's not totally terrifying!" forwarding the video to your brother, who checked his phone.

///

Fiamma: you don't have any vagina art, do you?

Cariño: that's more my sister's interior design style...

Cariño: good luck to Maya

///

"You know, on the nights we don't have dinner together. I eat canned green beans for dinner, out of the can." Andy confessed as she watched you stand over the hob, stirring your wooden spoon into something that smelt amazing.

"Fiamma, that's disgusting."

///

Andrew's text sent horror through your body as you read it. He and Carina were following a human trafficker. And nobody was answering their phone. Not Andrew, not Carina, not Andy, and not even Maya. Miranda and Ben weren't answering either, so you ran out of your house, tracking your big sister's phone as you got in your car.

Your brother was good, he was stable, taking his meds, getting sleep. Your sister had moved in with Maya, she was happy as she could be without missing Italy and stressing over your father.

Warren and Maya began to call you as Ben read your message, realising you were going after your big siblings.

///

"Announcement! Uh, Carina and her brother Andrew are... well... they're following one of the kidnappers, and uh, Y/n is going after her siblings apparently so..." Maya nervously explained, about to tell Andy off for hurriedly getting her phone but Warren shook his head.

"Probably going to call Y/n. They're, they're friends."

///

"Carina, Andrew, there's something you should know. Y/n is on her way to you, I'm guessing nobody's kept your little sister in the loop."

"Angioletta? No, she could get hurt. How does she know where we are?" Carina began to panic, hearing what Maya said.

"She's probably tracking our phones." Andrew deadpanned, knowing it was too late to stop you.

///

You knew they were at the Seattle Transit Station, running as you spotted Carina heading through the doors of the station. Speed-walking after your siblings, you barely made it onto the train before the doors shut, quickly making your way up the carriage until you landed in the seat next to Andrew, sandwiching him in the middle of you and Carina.

"What are you doing-"

"You both scared me. Plus nobody knows who I am so..." you trailed off, whispering in Italian to obscure your words to any non-Italian speakers.

The three of you watched as another passenger stood up and moved away from the three of you.

"My first time being profiled as an Italian."

///

"Stay back, angioletta." Carina whispered, as your siblings stood up to follow the human trafficker off of the train.

"Go find Ben and the police, I'm not losing her again." Andrew instructed, leaving Carina to nod and get out her phone. That was Carina's mistake as she took her eyes off of you, who ran after her big brother like she did when she was a toddler.

But Carina lost sight of you both, stuck rallying the first responders. She didn't see what you saw. The man barge into your big brother, and stab him.

"NO! Help! Help! Call 911!" You screamed loud enough that Carina heard you, hurrying over to see you putting pressure on a stab wound. A stab wound in your big brother's chest.

"We're here, we're here!" you sobbed, as Warren got your brother on a gurney, Maya holding back Carina as you curled up on the floor, hands covered in your brother's blood.

Carina cleaned your hands as you sat numbly in the back of the aid car, Maya and Ben treating your brother, and Carina recalling songs from your childhoods to soothe your brother's pain.

///

Sitting in the Grey Sloan outdoor waiting room, you were numb as you saw the look in the approaching doctor's eyes.

Your brother was dead.

///

In grieving, Carina shut down, but you threw yourself into your art projects. Carina had Maya to keep an eye on her, but you...

Andy was there for you. Andy was there when you didn't sleep at night, staring at a blank canvas until you started to paint, she sat and watched you. You didn't want to talk, your big brother was your lifeline.

"Okay, I know your French toast is better, and so is Carina's, but it's the only thing I know how to make for breakfast." Andy explained, bringing a tray into your spare room aka your art room at this point.

"Looks delicious." You managed to smile, but Andy was taken off guard as you pulled her into a hug, burying your face in her neck and not letting go.

"I'm acting captain today... are you sure you'll be okay alone?" Andy asked, her fingernails running gently over your scalp as she cradled your head.

"I have food and water. I just want to paint my grief, because I don't know how else to express it. Talking doesn't work, talking makes me miss him, even if he's with our mama now." You replied, but Andy saw the look on your face when you spotted the red paint on the palette. She didn't see how it reminded you of your brother's blood on your hands as you sat in the aid car, numb and hoping it wasn't his time.

Your siblings may have called you angioletta, little angel, but your brother was the angel among you now.

Your mother called Andrew and Carina two halves of a whole, but you needed both of them. You were away from Carina for so long growing up, all you had was your brother.

Now he was gone, Carina was stuck with the paperwork, and you buried yourself in your art. Minus any red paint, which Andy had removed after seeing the far away look on your face at the sight of it.

///

Carina called you hours later, asking if you had spoken to your father at all. You hadn't, but somehow he had heard two days ago that your brother died, and he didn't call either of you.

Andy found you sitting on your porch on her return home, in the spot where your brother had once sat, with a portfolio she hadn't seen before in your hands.

"Andrew was supposed to be the first person to see my projects, but he's..." you trailed off, opening the first page to reveal the photographs you had taken of empty Seattle streets.

"I've never seen Seattle so empty."

"Exactly." You let out a wet chuckle, holding back your tears until Andy met your gaze with a faltering smile at your crying.

///

Maya Bishop: A Doctor Gabriella Aurora just turned up here

Y/n DeLuca: you'll be okay, it's been a long time since medical school, trust me.

Maya Bishop: Come over and help me?

Y/n DeLuca: i'm having dinner with my girlfriend tonight. i'm cooking too.

Maya Bishop: Girlfriend?

*left on read 4:21pm*

///

"You know your sister has a girlfriend?" Maya enquired as she walked through the Grey Sloan car park with Carina, hand in hand.

"I assumed she had someone living with her. She had two mugs out when I surprised her one morning, and someone gave her a neck bruise."

"A hickey?" Maya raised an eyebrow, wondering how long you and whoever it was had been dating.

"Yes, a hickey. My sister is not a fan of double dates though." Carina added before Maya could get any ideas.

///

"I still haven't met your girlfriend. I even met your ex-roommate before I met her." Andy's cousin Michelle pointed out, after pointing out how Andy had gone to every barbecue and not brought you with her.

"My girlfriend lost her brother and her sister is very protective and doesn't want her getting the virus... and we still haven't told her sister we're dating, or that I moved in so..." Andy trailed off as Michelle's eyes widened.

"Oh so it's serious?"

"She's my saving grace."

///

"My visa expires next month." Carina explained to you, making you flinch. You and Andrew had citizenship, but Carina was here on a visa for her study.

"You have to go back to Italy? They shut down the immigration offices... Carina..."

"Angioletta..." Carina whispered, letting out a squeak as you pulled her into a tight hug, fear setting in that you would lose the only family you had left in America.

///

Carina and Maya were unaware of how well you really knew Andy, until it came to your brother's memorial in the Grey Sloan car park.

Amelia wasn't there, even if she had mentored your brother for a time. You hadn't thought of the neurosurgeon in a long time, having removed all traces of her from your portfolio, your life and your memory.

Whilst Maya held Carina in the car park, you sat on the ground, holding your knees to your chest until arms wrapped around you, and Andy was almost cooing in Spanish, calming you as you clung to her, mask soaked with tears.

Neither of them had any time to judge, but both were unaware you and Andy really knew each other as more than friends. Any assumption they had was wrong. Andy and yourself were well acquainted.

You didn't hide your relationship with Andy. She was at the firehouse a lot, not wanting to bring covid home back to you, since Maya and Carina were further along in their relationship and when Andy had moved in with you, she tried her best to keep you safe.

Everyone wanted to protect you, but they were isolating themselves from you to try keep you safe.

One of your art projects had been inspired by frontline workers, gaining attention online as people wanted to buy the works, the money going to charities to support people during the pandemic... you were flourishing, and your big brother couldn't see it from anywhere but above, whilst your sister and your girlfriend could see it, and you, but chose not to as often.

Your second project reflected another side to the pandemic, photography of the empty streets, void of all life. Almost apocalyptic in a sense.

Andy spent more time with you than Carina did, but you and your sister handled grief differently.

The fire between you and Andy burned brighter than anything else. An eternal flame.

"What are you painting this time? Is that a heart on fire?" Andy peeked over your shoulder, her chin resting on it as her hands hovered over your waist, hesitant to touch in case she messed up your brushstrokes.

"It was supposed to be symbolic, fires of love? Eternal flame? I think I'm better at realism... the portraits reflect that." You shrugged, gesturing to the paintings on the other side of the room.

"You are the sweetest but your sister and Maya should be here in an hour, and you are wearing more paint than clothes." Andy pointed out, her eyes widening as you smirked, walking backwards to guide her to the shower.

"Maybe you should join me, to make sure I get all the paint off."

"I would like that very much, but we need to-" Andy began to point out the lack of time, but you shushed her as you leaned in, waiting until she met you halfway, the hour countdown until Maya and Carina's arrival forgotten about...

///

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[ynscrazylife]

Hey! Idk if u write headcanons... If so could you do one for Andrew DeLuca?

Since you've already written two fics about him and your writing is really good, I thought to a dating headcanons if u don't mind!

Tyy sm, I just need it, I miss him :(

Dating Andrew DeLuca Would Include . . .

Andrew is your biggest cheerleader (and you’re his)

He sits in on as many of your surgeries as he can

And he’s always there for you if something goes wrong or you lose a patient

I imagine he gives the best bear hugs, just wrapping you in his arms and being the big spoon

He’s a good shoulder to cry on and won’t pressure you or anything. He’ll just listen and comfort you as best he can

He definitely whispers sweet, soothing words like “I love you” in Italian to calm you down

Andrew also has a habit of sweeping you off your feet whenever he can

He loves to hear you surprised sequel mixed with a laugh and how you cling onto him

Carina also absolutely adores you

She gives you the classic big sister “You hurt him, I hurt you” talk but she also pulls Andrew aside to tell him not to ever mistreat you

Don’t worry tho, because he’s the best teddy bear there is. He practically melts around you

You’re the best supporter for Andrew in dealing with his father and helping him with his mental health

You’re always there for him and he’s always there for you

He plays guitar, so he definitely serenades you with songs

And writes songs for you

He proposed to you with a song!

He’d take you anywhere you’d want to go and you’d probably want to go to Italy to visit his family home

Andrew’s the type of guy to always insist that he pays for dinner

And he’s your biggest protector

Someone even dares to look at you the wrong way? He’s on them

He will get into fights for you, just say the word

Andrew’s also the best cuddler

After a long day, he’ll wrap his arms around you and pull you into his lap and everything will feel right again

He wraps you in the best fluffy blankets too

He’s also always doing small romantic gestures such as getting you flowers or chocolates

And he writes the most loving, sincere cards

That man is like a poet

Andrew’s just so incredibly sweet

He can never be mad at you, you’re too cute

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[misaverawrites]

Intern Lounge Blues (Andrew DeLuca x Reader) SMUT

a/n: this is the second part of this request: https://www.tumblr.com/misaverawrites/706363003878162432/yes-finally-requests-open-i-love-your-way-to?source=share

tags: SMUT (minors dni!!!), unprotected sex, google translate Italian, cursing, fingering, oral (m. receiving), fingering, m. and f. orgasms

summary: You and Andrew's feelings finally bubble to the surface

Nights were your favorite. The quiet on the post-op floor, you loved it.

This night was one of those nights, quiet, the sterile post-op floor welcomed you with open arms, just you and, as you were thankful to find, Andrew DeLuca. You’d both been here for a few hours already, and in an effort to stay awake, you sit with him on the intern’s locker room bench, you’re holding flash cards and he has a grin on his face, one that makes you feel that ever-present warm, fluttering feeling within your heart.

“I just feel like I’m not getting it, Andrew.” You sigh, the Italian man grins softly, he’d been teaching you his native language for the past few months and the two of you had grown closer because of it.

“I promise, (Y/N), you are getting it, it’s just basics, I promise.” His infectious grin spreads to your face, “Okay, how about this sentence: Sei così bello.”

You stare at him quizzically for just a moment, you are beautiful, but at that moment, you cannot tell if this is Andrew trying to mess with you or not. “You are beautiful.” You repeat to him and he raises his eyebrows, “Thank you, and so are you.” He grins, and you’re unsure if he is unconsciously scooching closer to you or if it is on purpose. That is until his lips meet yours, tender and loving, an embrace you have both waited for, fully realized among the both of you. That is, until he pulls away, eyes locked on yours, nervous for your reaction. “I-I’m… Shit, I’m sorry, I-” You cut him off with another kiss.

“Non scusarti con me.” You whisper against his lips and grin at his minor shock, “See, I remember some of what you taught me.” He chuckles, “Well, I guess we’ll have to move on to harder lessons now, won’t we?”

You simply nod and his hands meet your body, your body between his legs, you begin to help him out of his shirt, as you quietly admire the sight of him shirtless in front of you. You help him with his scrub pants, and then his boxers, his cock freeing from the fabric constraints. You and he share another glance together, a glance that contains both a question and a quick, but sure answer. 

You’ve got me right where you want me.

You still sit in between his legs, your hand coming to meet the organ, he’s silent, save for heavy, ragged breaths, hot enough for the cold, sterile room you’re both in. Your hand begins to stroke at the organ, foreign to your touch, the realization is only that this is Andrew’s cock. You take it slow, at first, at a steady pace, until he starts to thrust against your palm, soft whines from his lips intertwined with what you think is praise, “fottimi, così bene, piccola.” You lean into it, going faster until you decide to take some of the initiative, your lips replacing your hand, as you bob your head up and down his cock, his hands threading into your hair as you continue at a steady pace.

That is, until Andrew stops you, “Wait, wait, you’re really good, and that isn’t like a problem, but, this isn’t… you’re not getting anything out of it,” You cock your head to the side, “Let me show you how a man treats a beautiful woman, like yourself.” He murmurs into your neck, kissing along the skin. You giggle at his flirtations until he bites at the skin of your neck without much warning, making you gasp out softly, the wetness that’d been in your core was finally being paid mind to, you grind against the fingers that rub against your clit, playing with the bundle of nerves like it was his second nature. Your lips meet his, soft moans falling from your lips as the two of you kiss, his fingers only leaving your clit to slip his fingers inside of you, making you gasp softly. His other hand comes to your shirt, tugging at the garment and you help him take it off of yourself, and with a small bit of assistance, your bra, and scrub pants follow suit along with the underwear you have on. His lips move from yours as he kisses down your neck to your breasts, suckling on the skin there, leaving little marks that you won’t bother to hide later, “A-Andrew, need you to fuck me, ohmygod, please, please!”

Without much else warning he pushes himself into you, whining at your heat, “Gesù, (Y/N), fuck!” He holds you close to his body, the bench creaking as he thrusts inside of you, still close from you sucking him off earlier, he works on your clit bringing you closer and closer with each one of his thrusts into your cunt, your whines and moans bringing him over the edge as your pussy milks his cock, him cumming inside of you, the fullness and warmth bringing you over the edge as he thrusts inside you just a few final times, and he crashes against your body lazily, “mi sei così caro, amore.” You knew there’d be a discussion about this later, but for now, you only had each other.

Nights will always be your favorite shifts.

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[delucafiles]

delucafiles masterlist

Request: Open!

on this blog, i write for romantic character x reader. so request anything fluff, angst, smut, etc. my other blog, @a-anglwilson, is where i write for teen!reader, platonic imagines.

- andrew deluca

- april kepner

- carina deluca

- cristina yang

- izzie stevens

- jo wilson

- lexie grey

- maggie pierce

- megan hunt

- meredith grey

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Mother's Day (Andrew DeLuca x Alex Karev's Sister Imagine)

Age Rating: 12+

Chapters: Two of Three

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy/Station 19

Ship: Andrew DeLuca and Amber Karev

Canon Episode: Season 20 Episode 7/ Season 7 Episode 7

AN: Happy Mother’s Day again guys so this is another chapter that focuses on Andrew DeLuca and Amber Karev on this special occasion. Now I don’t know the timeline of season 20 due to the production being held back a year because of last year’s writers’ protests but I imagine it’s still around 2023 so this is where the chapter is set. I thought the scene between Maya and Beckett when he gave her shots would be more meaningful with Andrew instead especially after her run in with her brother.

Summary: Amber is worried about how she is going to tell her and DeLuca’s daughter about their extended and estranged family. Meanwhile Andrew helps Maya with her hormone shots and comforts her after she talked to her estranged brother.

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May 12, 2023

Amber walks down the hallway of her house in her casual gray shirt, jeans and green utility jacket. She put her hair up in a bun and her makeup is done casual. She enters the kitchen ready to get some coffee when an unexpected surprise comes her way.

“Sorpresa!” Andrew DeLuca yells out from the kitchen table holding their 7-month-old daughter in his arms presenting a plate of crepes with a cup of coffee to the left and a bowl of fresh fruit on the right.

Amber chuckles in delight, “What is this? My half birthday was two months ago.” She sits across from them salivating at the delicious looking French pastry that is filled with whip cream and covered in blueberries.

“Well, it’s Mother’s Day today and we felt like celebrating your first with a gourmet breakfast and.” He hands her a pink construction paper that has hand prints painted over it with pink glitter spilled on in and an I Love You written above showing that Lucy made it with the help of daycare, “A Hallmark level card courtesy of our future artist here.”

Amber smiles at the paper, “Aww well thank you both, oh dang she really loves that pink glitter, doesn’t she?”

Andrew chuckles, “Yeah you gotta see what we’ve been working on for daycare.” He pulls out a large white poster from under the table and on it is a family tree that is normally done for an elementary school project, “We’re doing present your family and let me tell you our little girl really likes crafting especially when she gets to spill pink glitter all over a canvas.” Andrew smiles at Lucy who is eating Gerber puffs, “Hopefully they can read all about your family over the pink glitter bambina. They probably don’t need to since your whole family works at the hospital and everybody knows who is related to who.” Amber’s smile falls as she looks at the tree solemnly which Andrew catches, “What’s wrong?”

Amber inhales and composes herself grinning again, “Nothing I’m just anxious about these crepes you made and hope I don’t die from sugar crashing.” Amber puts the poster away and eats her breakfast with Andrew looking at her worried but goes back to feeding their baby.

Later

After checking Dorian Cardenas’s labs and telling him he is gonna move out of the ICU, DeLuca exits the room with Yasuda and Adams behind him. He goes to a nurse’s station to check his schedule for the day. He has two surgeries for today and he has to go to daycare and present the family tree with Amber and Lucy. He found her behavior after she saw the tree strange and is wondering how to ask her what the issue is. Like he summoned her he sees Amber walking toward him in her baby blue scrubs.

“Hey how’s it going?”

Amber groans, “Well my blissful morning took a disastrous turn when I saw that tree our daughter did.”

Andrew’s eyes widen at that, “Honey she’s not even one you can’t expect her to be Artemisia Gentileschi overnight. Besides I helped so it should be me you're criticizing.”

“No, it’s not about how the tree looked it’s about what was on it or wasn’t.”

Andrew raises an eyebrow still confused, “Amber your gonna have to help me out here.”

Amber sighs, “The only photos there are us, her aunts Carina, Maya, Jo, her uncle Alex and her cousins Luna and Liam. What are we supposed to say about the rest of her family?”

“Ah I see now.” Andrew finally understands and works to relief his wife’s stress, “We’ll just tell her the truth it’s not a big deal.”

Amber narrows her eyes at him, “Okay so do you want to be the one to tell her about her grandfather who killed four patients in a manic state, her grandmother who had a stroke. Oh, and you also can’t forget her other grandfather who died right here in this hospital after a crazy resident butchered his insides while he was withdrawing from hard drugs.”

Andrew presses his lips at the dark reminder and looks at Yasuda and Adams behind him who look both shocked and horrified by their family history.

Yasuda clears her throat, “What happened to this crazy resident? Did he get suspended from the OR?” Amber and Andrew look on in annoyance at the interns butting in.

“A guy like that who killed the father of an attending I would think jail or psych ward.” Adams theorizes.

“Well you’re both wrong.” Andrew quickly informs them, “He got offered a job at a state of the art medical research facility out of the country.”

Adams and Yasuda look at them blankly over the cruel irony, “…How come he got that after killing your dad but we didn’t after trying to save a patient?”

The question by Adams pisses Amber off more who glares at him, “Because I wasn’t around to kick his ass or kill him which is what you all are gonna get if you interrupt my private family matter between me and my husband now hush!”

Andrew shakes his head at them and turns to Amber, “You're forgetting your mother.”

Amber chuckles at him darkly and stops abruptly with a frown, “No she does not count. She hasn’t even reached out when I told her about the pregnancy.”

“Maybe because you usually tell that news with a call and not a text to someone who still uses a home phone.” Andrew reminds her.

Yasuda speaks, “Wait you told your mother you were pregnant through a text?”

Amber glares at Mika who cowers in fear, “What are my rules?”

“Speak when you tell me to.” Yasuda repeats and shuts up.

Amber turns back to Andrew who has another suggestion, “What about your brother, the other brother Aaron?”

Amber raises an eyebrow, “You did not just say that.”

Andrew sighs, “Look it’s been over three years I think you’ve punished him and your mother enough. The both of them are alive, working on their mental health and sober by our family standards we got the golden ticket.”

“I’m pretty sure you don’t get a famous chocolate factory here.” Lucas quips.

Andrew glares at him, “Speak when your spoken to applies to you as well Adams.” Lucas quiets causing Andrew to focus back on Amber who looks sad at their family situation, “Every family tree has a few nuts in them babe.”

“Some more than others.” Yasuda mutters.

“Do you want a slap to the face Yasuda?” Amber asks viciously causing Mika to swallow.

“I-I’m so sorry my mouth speaks before my brain and I have a dark sense of humor and-”

Amber ignores her and focuses on Andrew, “My brother is out of the question he made it so after our wedding and hasn’t apologized for it since. No, he lost the right to get to know his niece.” Amber inhales deeply with Andrew looking concerned, “You know what it’s fine we’re fine. Lucy has so many people who love her more than the people cut from her life she’ll be fine.”

Andrew knows her too well to fall for that, “You’re doing that thing where you try to convince yourself everything is fine when it isn’t.”

“I didn’t have doting grandparents or uncles growing up, it sucked but Lucy has us and so many other family members within walking distance. It will soften the blow once we tell her about our Clive Barker horror family tales. We’ll flip a coin on who gets to tell her, I gotta go to the pit. I’ll see you later.” Amber walks away from Andrew who looks at her worried while Adams pitches in.

“She really told her mom she was gonna be a grandma in a text?”

“That’s my wife your judging Adams so watch it.” Andrew turns to the interns, “Transport Dorian to a patient room and monitor his vitals and I cannot stress this enough. If one of you ignores your duties again, I will have Amber DeLuca unleash her pent-up rage against her family on you and I think you learned from her brief history recap how brutal we can be especially on lazy interns.” Yasuda and Adams look scared but nod understanding, “Good now go.” The interns leave DeLuca to go inside Dorian’s room while he exhales still worrying about Amber.

Later

Amber gowns up at the pit to prepare for the incoming double trauma in front of Kwan and Millin who start to annoy her as Millin chants.

“Chest tube, chest tube, chest tube, chest tube. I have one left on my procedure log.”

Amber starts to walk out with them and Kwan converses with Millin, “Ah me too. Want to bet who finishes first?”

“Loser buys drinks at Joe’s?”

“You’re on.”

“Game faces people.” Amber reminds them as she approaches Hunt and Link when the blaring ambulances stop at the bay.

“I got this one, Link you got the other.”

“Okay Millin you’re with us, Kwan go with Link.” Amber orders and they separate. Millin follows Amber and Hunt to the ambulance when the doors open revealing a woman on a gurney with a collar on.

“What do we got?”

“Gillian Mendelson, 46. Status post MVC.” The paramedic explains while Hunt does a neuro exam, “GCS 15. Brief LOC. Small head lac. Complaints of headache.”

Gillian is awake and speaks, “I’d think it’s a migraine if I wasn’t just in a car accident.”

“Okay let’s get you inside to check you out.”

Gillian speaks stopping them, “Wait! I-I want to make sure Cassandra’s okay.” They look to their left at the ambulance next to them and see a woman coming out on a gurney in far less severe shape than Gillian. Amber notices her serene expression and glassy eyes, “Cass you okay babe?”

Cassandra responds in a loose voice, “Remember when the kids were at soccer camp and we tried those gummies?”

Amber answers for her, “I think she’s okay.”

“We got to make sure you are too. Let’s go.” Both teams wheel their patients into the pit.

Meanwhile

Andrew opens the door allowing Yasuda and Adams to wheel in Dorian into his new room.

Yasuda tries to hype him up, “Smells of antiseptic, doesn’t have a view, but…”

“It’s not the ICU.” Adams finishes, “And-”

“Surprise” A man and woman jump out of the bathroom smiling and holding a GET WELL SOON, D sign. Andrew smiles at the perfect timing as he helped them plan a surprise jump out for Dorian who needs a little happy in his life. It works because he’s smiling for the first time in a while.

“No way. James? Fiona?”

Andrew explains, “They reached out and insisted on being here. I hope that’s okay.

“More than okay. We’re in the same engineering program. Well, we were.”

“Don’t worry. We brought all your work from last semester so you can catch up.”

“No, we didn’t, jerk.” Fiona lightly pushes him, “We did bring a bunch of cards from people back at school though. Everybody misses you, D.”

“Not entirely sure why.”

Dorian chuckles at James joke as DeLuca inserts his IV, “All right, let’s get you settled here and hopefully you won’t be here for long.” Dorian exhales in relief as DeLuca gets to work.

Later

After they found out that their patient Gillian is married to someone else and that Cassandra is her mistress Owen requested that she get a CT to rule out any neuro injuries. Amber found the situation both amusing and sad, amusing because she had to hide Cassandra’s bra when Aaron walked in and sad because Aaron seemed like a guy who didn’t deserve to be in a situation like this where his wife is sleeping with her friend behind his back. It makes her think about how her own messy family life which brings her back to issue of her nuts in the family tree and how her daughter will handle it.

“How long does this take?” Gillian asks while she is inside the MRI with Hunt and Amber observing from the monitor room.

“It should be quick.”

“Well, I was hoping it would be longer. If my head wasn’t pounding, I’d just as soon stay.”

Amber presses the intercom, “Just try to relax Gillian, imagine you’re lying on a beach getting a suntan. It doesn’t feel like it but that what imagination is for.”

“You want to know how I got in this mess, don’t you?” Gillian asks in shame with Hunt saying no and Amber overlapping with a kind of causing her to explain, “Aaron and I got married right after law school. We had our kids; we did our jobs. And then the kids were older, and work was-Well, I do tax law, and all of it just got so boring. Uninspiring.” Amelia walks in to check the brain scan, “But then I met Cass at the PTA, and she made life not boring. So here I am with a giant headache. Literally and figuratively.

“Complicated.” Amber snaps out of it and turns to Amelia.

“Do you see a subarachnoid hemorrhage or maybe an epidural hematoma?”

“No, her scan’s clear. Situation’s a mess. Well, good luck.”

Amber purses her lips and nods while Shepherd leaves. She presses the intercom so Gillian doesn’t hear her, “No offense to Gillian but I would take boring any day of the week including Sunday. Chaos can be exhilarating but then the high dies and you end up in pain and innocent people suffer the consequences of your mistakes.”

Hunt turns to Amber with a worried look and decides to pry, “Is everything okay with DeLuca?”

“No, we’re fine I’m talking about my family as in the ones who don’t live here.” Hunt still looks confused and Amber sighs at his expression, “I have to figure out how to explain to my precious and innocent child that her grandparents are either dead, manic or schizophrenic. It’s a can of works that’s gonna make her seriously question her sanity and her parents for thinking it was a good idea to mix our time bomb genes together. And my brother who I would go to for this picked this week to go to Nebraska for a peds surgery.”

“Your side has schizophrenia and DeLuca’s is bipolar, those are conditions that can be monitored and treated with the right therapy and medication. And if it makes you feel better medicine is advancing constantly and when she reaches that age the medications, she can take could be more effective with little side effects than it has today.” Amber nods feeling a tiny bit better, “And as for when you tell her you just have to take it one step at a time. If she’s anything like you apart from looks she’ll be fine. Kids are tough and they adjust well to bad situations better than adults. You of all people can understand that.”

Amber looks back at Gillian, “One thing is for sure Gillian’s head is not the only thing that’s gonna blow up.”

Meanwhile

Andrew and Carina walk down the hall to talk about Amber’s concerns as he is also starting to let it sink in. He hadn’t really considered it but now that Amber brought it up, he can see why she was worried. It’s hard to give your child the sex talk when they reach teen hood but how do you explain the whole messy family history that involves murder, death and insanity.

“I tried to tell her it wasn’t a big deal but the more I think about it I start to realize she’s right.” Carina sips her coffee paying attention, “I mean it was bad enough for us with just papa but for Lucy she has papa and so many other family tales that will make her use a nightlight for the rest of her life.”

“It’s not that bad it could be worse.”

Andrew scoffs in disbelief and counts with his fingers as he recaps to her, “Junkie grandpa who was murdered, manic grandpa who killed four patients, grandma who died of a stroke and a schizophrenic grandma who probably doesn’t know she exists. Can you think of a family that’s worse than that? Maybe the Stark’s from Game of Thrones or the Lannister’s definitely the Targaryen’s.”

Carina sighs, “I swear you and Maya are alike sometimes. She told me she was worried her genes were gonna ruin the baby because of how her father treated her. It’s the hormones but I know it’s from a deep-rooted fear that you have as well. We’re not our parents Andrea and neither are our precious babies.”

“Aren’t you worried at all about how Liam is gonna take it when you tell him about his cruel grandfathers and his homophobic uncle living on the streets?”

“Of course, I am but the good thing about growing up the way we did is that we know how to help our children process very shocking information. We just have to remind them of the people who love them and that despite how we were raised we are not gonna do to them what our parents did to us.” Andrew nods processing her advice, “Lucy is gonna be okay and so is Liam you just have to be prepared for when they have questions and answer them as honestly and as gently as we can.”

Andrew nods thankful for having a wise sister, “Thanks, I needed to hear that…You know Liam is lucky to have a mom like you, he’s gonna grow up great.” Carina looks away bashful, “I know this because he’s not the first kid you raised. That was me.”

Carina grins at Andrew gratefully who grins back, “Thank you I needed to hear that too.” Her phone beeps and her grin fall, “911 from Jo I have to go.” Carina runs away leaving Andrew in the dust.

Later

After ruling out neuro injuries in CT, Hunt and Amber moves Gillian back to the pit and gave her an ice pack for the headache. Aaron was waiting for her and is agitated but the news they give him.

“What do you mean her scan is clear?”

“Aaron.”

Aaron persists, “You’re clearly in pain.”

Amber explains, “Her scans showed no obvious hematomas or hemorrhages but we’re gonna find out what’s causing the headaches.”

“We’re gonna keep her in for observation. This could be a concussion. She did hit her head pretty hard.”

Aaron looks confused at Hunts diagnosis, “You did?”

“It’s how she got the cut.” Amber explains as Gillian looks flustered clearly afraid of being exposed.

“Why didn’t the airbag inflate?”

“Oh, uh, it did. I-I hit the door.” Gillian lies, “Can we not talk about this now?”

“But the cut’s on the right side of your head.” Amber presses her lips at Aaron getting closer to the harsh truth with Hunt stepping in.

“Listen, the good thing is-”

Aaron interrupts and keeps pestering Gillian, “If you were driving, the door would be-”

Gillian groans, “Oh, my head is really pounding.”

Amber clears her throat, “Just keep the icepack on the head Gillian, Mr. Mendelson why don’t you take a walk while your wife recuperates, I think that would be-”

Aaron ignores her, “She hit you so hard that it flipped you in your seat? That woman should definitely not be driving our kids around. She’s irresponsible and-”

“WE’RE HAVING AN AFFAIR!” Gillian yells out so loud the whole pit hears her.

“And there’s the blow up.” Amber whispers to Hunt both of them feeling awkward as Gillian spills the dirty beans.

“What’d you say?” Aaron asks in shock.

“An affair! You know, sex? The thing you and I never have anymore. That’s what Cass and I were doing in the back seat, like we’ve been doing for two years. Two years! Any more questions?” Aaron looks at his wife hurt but doesn’t speak instead he leaves in pain with Hunt and Amber as a front row audience to the farce, “I felt a lot better yelling at him.”

Amber nods, “Well, sometimes getting it all out can be a huge relief to the psyche.”

“No, no, I-I feel awful now, but when I’m yelling…MY HEAD DOESN’T HURT!” Amber jumps in shock at the sudden outburst and looks at Hunt who is also confused by this new development.

Later

Amber walks into the lobby rubbing her ear with her finger after getting Gillian back into CT. Her patient was screaming the whole time because it made her head feel better. They were able to diagnose her and sent her to an O.R. before she damaged all of their ear canals. Amber spots Andrew charting by the station in his navy scrubs and navy-blue scrub cap with a constellation pattern on it.

Amber stands next to him leaning against the station on her elbows, “Hey.”

Andrew smiles at her, “Hey I heard about your patient who screamed in your face.”

Amber chuckles, “She didn’t scream at me she screamed so she could relieve her cranial pressure. We sent her up to neuro, it should be a simple procedure. I just hope she doesn’t scream while Shepherd is in her brain.”

“It would be an interesting sight.” Amber smiles at that when they hear a familiar voice yelling at someone behind them.

“Because he was shot!” Amber and Andrew quickly turn around to find Lucas Adams yelling at Dorian’s friends in the middle of the waiting room, “Three bullets went into his body. He’s been hanging on by a thread for weeks.”

Andrew looks on in shock and anger, “Damn it come on.” Amber and Andrew move towards Adams who keeps admonishing Fiona and James who look at him in hurt shock.

“And he’s already feeling disconnected enough not knowing how long he’ll be here. He doesn’t need to listen to stories about people he doesn’t know or graduations he won’t attend. He just needs to know that you’re actually here for him.”

Andrew reaches Adams and sternly orders him, “Adams take a walk right now.”

He ignores him and keeps going, “Maybe it’s for the better that you weren’t here. You obviously have no idea what he’s been through.”

Andrew grabs Adams elbow forcing him to face him as he glares at him in anger and disappointment, “Go find a dark corner somewhere while I clean up your mess again. Now.” Adams stands there with a pissed off look forcing DeLuca to yell, “Now!” Adams leaves in a huff. Amber follows him to get answers while her husband apologizes to the victims of Adams tirade.

She catches up to him in the towel room, “What the hell was that?! Are you out of your damn mind?!”

Adams quickly turns to face her, “Dorian’s been here for 51 days, and they waited till now to visit him?”

“He didn’t want them here!” Amber explains, “Post op day 15 his phone was blowing up with texts from them asking him where he was. He told me to text back that he was okay they didn’t even know about what happened until two weeks ago. But even if that wasn’t the case that doesn’t warrant you to verbally assault his friends, do you really think that’s how a doctor is supposed to talk to his patients loved ones?! You have disappointed me in a new way that I didn’t think even you were capable of.”

“And what are you gonna do huh? Cut me off like you cut your own mom and brother out of your life?”

“Adams watch it!” Amber registers Andrew behind her speaking in a protective tone.

“Can anybody live up to your standards?” Adams asks her in anger, “Are you really such a perfectionist that you toss your own blood in the garbage for what is no doubt a little mistake that you can’t overlook. You didn’t even tell them about your daughter you just assumed they would be fine with you deserting them.”

Andrew opens his mouth to speak but Amber beats him to it as she glares up at Adams in rage, “You have no right to think you know anything about me or my family! You don’t relive the memory of your mother chasing you around the house with a knife and watching your brothers hold her down and force her to swallow pills so she wouldn’t kill me. Or how after you married the love of your life you called your brother who told you that you were making the biggest mistake of your life and that you were gonna end up alone and beaten just like your mother. If you had even one moment in your life that amounts to that pain and excuses your outbursts, please tell me!” Adams looks at her blankly confirming her answer, “I thought so. Now if I hear you yelling at a patient or family member like that or hear this childish tantrum at another superior surgeon, I will personally see to it that you are suspended without pay!” Adams looks down on the floor, “Get out of my sight.” Lucas walks away still furious at both his bosses and Dorian’s friends. Amber pinches the bridge of her nose and turns to Andrew with a frustrated look, “I swear I am close to killing that kid if he keeps pissing me off.”

“We both know he’s gonna keep pissing you off.” Andrew steps closer to Amber and grips her shoulder to bring her back down to earth, “He’s an idiot and you shouldn’t take what he said to heart. You didn’t abandon your mom and brother you just have a relationship that works better long distance.”

Amber sniffles, “He…He raised me and he loved me, he is the reason I was standing when Alex left. God he was my cheerleader when I was a cynical, snarky as hell goth teenager, and let me tell you I was a walking nightmare.” Andrew smirks at that as Amber continues, “I would always tell him that he wasn’t like our mother after he was diagnosed. Whenever he would get depressed, I just reminded him that no matter what he was the same fun, kind, pain in the ass big brother I grew up with.” Amber’s eyes turn watery with Andrew looking down at her in pity, “But when I told him I was getting married to you he…he said I was repeating what our mother did. He said I was gonna end up like our mother, married to an abusive asshole who left me to raise the kids on my own.”

Andrew inhales at the memory of comforting Amber after her last call to Aaron that led her to cry on his shoulder as he rocked her in his lap. Amber chuckles lightly wiping a tear away, “I guess I have myself to blame for that. He, Alex and Jackson were the ones I turned to when things were bad between us. Hearing your sister crying about how everyone she loves goes crazy and attacks her makes you hate the person responsible for the rest of your life.”

“Hey, come on don’t do that.” Andrew tips her chin up with his finger so he can look into his eyes. He looks into her tear stained eyes and says earnestly, “Don’t blame yourself for turning to the people you love when you were at your lowest. A low that I put you at by the way. If you want to blame someone for your brother’s bad choice of words then blame me. Blame me for hurting you and making your brothers hate me so much they couldn’t tell they hurt you too.”

“You didn’t choose the mania.” Amber reminds him.

“No but I did choose to ignore your concerns and lashed out when you tried to help me. Maybe Aaron could have expressed his worries differently but he did what he did because he loves you and wants to protect you. I know that because it’s how I feel about my sister. You don’t have to forget what he said, you just have to find a way to move past this with him. I said a lot worse than him and we moved past it and we’re better than ever. If we can do that after the hell, we’ve endured then you and your brother can do the same.”

Amber looks at Andrew in awe as she cradles his stubbly cheek, “How did I get so lucky?”

“I ask myself the same thing every time I look at you.” Andrew grins and kisses Amber before pulling her in for a hug that she takes in feeling comfort in his warmth and kindness.

Later

After hugging Amber and comforting her about her brother Andrew walks down the hall heading to the ICU to check on Dorian when he spots his sister-in-law, Maya Bishop yelling at Millin who looks scared. He knows how scary Maya can get and with a batch of hormones in her system for egg retrieval it’s like being face to face with a giant bear after stealing it’s food. Andrew quickly heads over to defuse the situation.

“Look can you just find her please? Is that so freaking hard to do around here? Are you interns really as useless as my wife and sister-in-law make you out to be?”

Jules clears her throat, “Um Mrs. DeLuca I’m sorry but your wife isn’t responding to her calls so she must be in surgery. I’m just a messenger.”

Maya looks even more angry with a vein popping out of her forehead, “You know what the famous quote is on what happens to messengers don’t you?”

Andrew faces Maya with scared but pleasant smile, “Hey Maya why don’t we take a walk and you can tell me why it’s so urgent to see Carina while Millin gets back to work, what do you say?”

Maya inhales and exhales sharply, “Fine as long as somebody here is useful!” Andrew leads Maya down the hall away from Millin and cuts to the chase.

“Okay what’s up? What do you need?”

Maya groans, “I need to inject my HCG trigger shots in.” Maya checks her watch, “Ten minutes otherwise my eggs won’t be mature enough to be retrieved and my wife won’t get pregnant and will hate me for not giving her a baby she and I so desperately want. I’m trying to find Carina to inject them because only drug addicts and diabetics are used to injecting themselves and I realized this while I was driving home after my inspections so-”

“Okay, okay it’s fine it’ll be fine.” Andrew leads her into the attendings lounge, “We’ll just do the shots here, I’ll help you. It’ll be quick and easy, give me the stuff.” Maya hands him the med pouch that he sets on the table, “And as thanks you can name your future kid after me, Andrew works for a boy or my given name Andrea in case it’s a girl.” He walks over to the sink to wash his hands, “Lift up your shirt for me.”

Maya does so and waits for Andrew to finish scrubbing and putting nylon gloves on from the pantry. He walks over and rips open the alcohol rub wipe when Maya confesses to him in a small and broken voice, “I found my uh…my brother.”

Andrew keeps his shock to himself and sighs in sadness for Maya, “I’m sorry.”

Maya sniffles while Andrew sterilizes her lower abdomen for the shot, “He’s so hateful. I thought-I thought a little piece of him was still left but he’s gone. When I talked to him it wasn’t until later that I realized…I realized I was talking to our father. I didn’t know until today that he became him, just full of hate and anger.” Andrew looks at her in sympathy and turns to fill the injections from the vials, “Oh my god I cut him off. How could I do that?”

“Maya-”

Maya cries, “I’m a horrible person. I left him with our father and now he’s like this because of me.”

“You were kids.” Her brother-in-law states factly, “You two were kids trying to survive a father who made you feel you had to compete for his love. He did that to your brother you didn’t so don’t blame yourself if Mason chose a different path that pushed the people who love him away.” Maya sniffles still crying, “You did what you had to do, not just for you but for your baby. He would have poisoned that little boy just like your dad poisoned him, you did what you had to do to protect your family. Don’t ever feel bad about that or apologize for it. It’s like with me and my dad I knew there was nothing I could do to make him better so I let him walk away. And when I got sick…I vowed that I wouldn’t let my kids do that with me. I had to end the cycle and so did you.” Andrew taps the needle and leans down to Bishop’s stomach, “Ready?”

Maya is still lifting her shirt, “Yeah.” Andrew inserts the needle causing her to groan softly.

After pushing in the hormones, he pulls the shot back and stands back up, “For whatever it’s worth, you’re already a great mom.” Maya looks up at him with red stained eyes, “Come here I got you.” He gently pulls her in for a hug that she doesn’t fight instead she wraps her arms around him and cries against his shoulder letting her grief swim out of her as her brother rubs her back and lets her break down in his arms telling her over and over ‘It’s okay’.

That Night

Amber sits on the king-sized bed with Lucy in her lap wearing black silk pajamas and Lucy in a pink onesie. On the bed beside them is an old converse shoe box with photos and other items inside it instead of her black converse that she wore out years ago. She decided to stroll down memory lane with Lucy so she can show her that even in a dark family like hers there’s still happy photo worthy moments in documentation.

“What do we have in here? What can mommy show you?” Amber gasps as she pulls out a photo of her at 15 wearing a Sandy Dee Summer’s Night costume for her high school production of Grease, “Wow look at this Lucy this is your mommy back when she was in theater.” Amber sings the famous song, “Summer loving happened so fast. I met a girl crazy for me.” Amber giggles at the memory, “Let’s hope you get my vocals instead of your dad’s.”

“Hey, come on I’m not John Travolta but I can rock the leather jacket and gelled back hair.” Amber sees Andrew outside the door grinning at them in his black tank top and gray pajama bottoms before hopping in and sitting beside his family. He digs into the shoebox, “Let’s see what else we can make fun of your mommy for.”

“Oh, don’t be so sure buddy because I got some pretty embarrassing pictures of you courtesy of Zia Carina.” Amber pulls out a photo of a young Andrew smiling and covered in marinara sauce causing them to laugh, “She told me how you spilled two jars of tomato sauce on yourself when you tried to reach a high shelf.”

“Yeah, your daddy was a little clumsy as a kid Lucy.” He looks at his daughter in Amber’s lap who holds a photo looking at it inquisitively, “Hopefully you don’t get that from me.”

“Oh, look at this.” Amber shows Lucy a photo of Aaron in his high school baseball uniform, “You know your uncle was so bad at baseball that he asked me to let him play in the sandlot with me and the other neighborhood boys. I tried telling him no because I knew he would embarrass me but he was persistent. He said he wanted to beat the rival baseball team but really, he just wanted to impress the girls in his class. Worked his way up to MVP though.” Lucy reaches out and touches the photo of her uncle Aaron, “That’s your uncle Aaron in a nutshell, loved to prove me wrong.”

Andrew smiles at her and pulls out a small and worn-out Matilda book from the box, “Your mom was a massive bookworm when she was little like you. She used to hang out at the library with your grandma and just scour the shelves for the next read.”

Amber grins and holds the book, “Yeah, your grandma Helen used to read me this during bedtime when I was little. She always liked to read me books about smart girls because that’s how girls are supposed to be written.” Lucy babbles and Amber pulls out a photo of herself at 8 years old in a hospital bed with white gauze wrapped around her head. Despite this she is smiling wide in the picture with Alex next to her grinning his cool guy grin, “That’s when mommy had a crush on Ryan Sheckler and thought she could do an ollie on her board just like him. But a visit to the ER and 12 stitches on the cranium proved me wrong. Don’t let the ‘I’m cool’ grin fool you; your uncle Alex was a mess before we took this photo. He badgered the doctors and the nurses and told them to run tests for any neuro injuries.” Amber grins at that memory, “He acts tough but he’s as soft as a marshmallow once you get past the crusty shell. You’ll see that just like I did.” Amber kisses Lucy’s head while Andrew grins at the sight holding Lucy’s tiny hand that is holding a photo. Amber digs into her box, “I don’t think we have a picture of your grandma in here…how about we call her and ask her for one?” Amber looks at Andrew who is taken back by this turn but stays supportive.

“Are you sure you want to call her?”

Amber inhales and looks at Lucy who holds a tiny mushroom plush, “Yeah why not. Let’s call her.” Amber pulls her phone out while Andrew moves Lucy from her lap to his as he watches Amber dialing the number and holding the phone to her ear, “It’s ringing…hey mom it’s me.” Andrew stays quiet as he observes hoping it goes well, “Yeah it has been a long time. I don’t know if you got my last text…” Amber chuckle sheepishly and scratches her head, “No I didn’t think you did, you rely on your home phone more than cell.” Andrew purses his lips at his theory being proven right while Amber talks to her mom on the phone, “Well listen that text was to tell you that me and Andrew were pregnant…no I’m not pregnant now I was about a year ago and seven months ago we had a baby. A little girl…I can imagine it’s shocking hearing about this just now sorry…her name is Lucia, we named her after Andrew’s mom.” Andrew grins at that kissing the top of Lucy’s head, “We’re calling her Lucy…Do you want to talk to your granddaughter? I can put her on for you if you want…okay.”

Andrew looks down at Lucy who looks at Amber blankly, “Do you want to talk to grandma?”

Amber moves the phone next to Lucy’s ear and smiles at her, “Say hi to grandma bambina.” Lucy babbles over the phone Amber is holding and her parents look at each other with grins on their faces over Lucy finally meeting her grandma.

#greys anatomy #greysedit #grey's anatomy #greysanatomyedit #mothers day #motherslove #mother #amber karev #andrew deluca #elizabeth gillies #liz gillies #giacomo gianniotti #headcanon #mine #andrew deluca imagine

[ceceliawrites]

who i will write for

requests open

btw: i do and will write smut if requested

criminal minds

spencer reid

aaron hotchner

luke alvez

mcu (all characters over 18)

peter parker (tom holland and andrew garfield)

bucky barnes

steve rogers

thor

loki

druig

outer banks (all characters over 18)

jj maybank

john b routledge

rafe cameron

supernatural

dean winchester

sam winchester

john winchester

pretty little liars (all characters over 18)

jason dilaurentis

mike montgomery

noel kahn

caleb rivers

shameless (all characters over 18)

lip gallagher

carl gallagher

13 reasons why (all characters over 18)

scott reed

justin foley

zach dempsey

jeff atkins

harry potter

draco malfoy

remus lupin

sirius black

james potter

percy jackson (all characters over 18)

percy jackson

luke castellan

jason grace

leo valdez

charles beckendorf

apollo

hermes

blue bloods

jamie reagan

danny reagan

station 19

jack gibson

grey's anatomy

andrew deluca

mark sloan

alex karev

random celebrities (all characters over 18)

harry styles

shawn mendes

niall horan

joshua bassett

andrew garfield

#fanfiction #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #the marauders #sirius black imagine #james potter imagine #remus lupin imagine #bucky barnes imagine #dean winchester imagine #jj maybank imagine #rafe cameron imagine #sam winchester imagine #spencer reid imagine #spiderman imagine #peter parker imagine #harry styles imagine #niall horan imagine #shawn mendes imagine #steve rogers imagine #joshua bassett imagine #jack gibson imagine #jason dilaurentis imagine #mike montgomery imagine #luke castellan imagine #percy jackson imagine #jason grance imagine #alex karev imagine #mark sloan imagine #andrew deluca imagine #luke alvez imagine

[themuselesswriter]

Imagine: It's your first day at Grey Slone Memorial Hospital

"Hi, I'm a little lost here, do you know where I can find Dr Webber?"

"I'll walk you to it, I'm heading there anyways"

"Sorry, I wasn't looking, hey are you a new intern here? I don't think I've seen you before"

"Holy shit you are Jackson Avery! And you are talking to me! I feel like I'm talking to a royalty of some sort!"

"I can't seem to get those chartings correctly, I thought being a doctor was about saving lives not doing paperwork!"

"Enough whining newbie, we've all been there, and before you know it, you'll have minions to do your dirty work for you... if you survive the internship program of course"

"Ortho is a great specialty for those who want to enjoy themselves while working"

"well, I would definitely enjoy looking at that!"

#museless imagine #greys anatomy #greys anatomy imagine #imagine #gsmh #alex karev #andrew deluca #link #atticus lincoln #nico kim #jackson avery #doctor imagine #yaya dacosta #april sexton #intern imagine

[ariahmichelle]

Character list of who I write for

Outer Banks🏝

Rafe Cameron

JJ Maybank

John B Routledge

Drew Starkey

Greys Anatomy🩺

Alex Karev

Jackson Avery

Mark Sloan

Derek Shepherd

Owen Hunt

Andrew DeLuca

Nathan Riggs

Ben Warren

Atticus Linchon

The Summer I Turned Pretty🌞

Jeremiah Fisher

Conrad Fisher

Friends☕️

Joey Tribbiani

Chandler Bing

Ross Geller

Social Media Influencers📱 (only if requested)

Vinnie Hacker

Josh Richards

Bryce Hall

Jeff Wittek

Ace Akers

Kristian Ramey

Bryce Parker

#outer banks #rafe x reader #fluffy #rafe cameron #jj maybank #john b routledge #drew starkey #outer banks imagine #greys anatomy #greys anatomy imagine #alex karev #jackson avery #owen hunt #derek shepherd #mark sloan #andrew deluca #nathan riggs #tsitp imagine #the summer i turned pretty #conrad fisher #jeremiah fisher #light angst #friends #chandler bing #joey tribbiani #ross geller #tiktok #bryce hall #vinnie hacker #josh richards

[hugozboom]

I Hate You

I feel like this took way too long and I apologize but I hope you enjoy!!! Thank you for requesting!!!

Plot: You and Andrew Deluca hate eachother but after a steamy night after a few drinks you two find out just how much you really hate eachother.

Requested by Anon

WARNING: This Imagine contains smut and foul language. Please read with caution.

Ever since you transferred from Mercy West to Grey Sloan as the new head neurosurgery, you had always had eyes on you. There was one resident that you just couldn’t shake. Andrew Deluca. He had just recently broken up with THE Merideth Grey and ever since then he had been an ass to everyone especially you.

“Y/n,” He called. His voice just made your skin crawl and it got right under your skin. 

“Keep calm Y/L/N keep calm,” You say to yourself as you exit a patient's room. 

“Have you finished and update your charts for Mr. Carasello,” Andrew asks.

You sighed, “I was just updating them when you interrupted me, Dr.Deluca,” You finished your chart and placed it on the counter, “What do you want?”

He rolled his eyes, “I’m just making sure I heard you’ve been slacking. Our patients need all of your attention Dr. Y/L/N. We could have a patient over flow.” 

You scoff, “Me? Who did you ‘hear’ that from huh?” Andrew just rolled his eyes and started walking away, “Hey Hey!”

He stopped and turned to you. Now everyone was looking at you two, but you didn’t care.

“You mind your own business Deluca you got that? I don’t know what your problem is, but it has nothing to do with me. ‘Your

He went to say something and just cut himself off. Maggie walked over to you furrowing her eyebrows, “What happened now?”

You shook your head and just went back to charting, “nothing just classic asshole Deluca. God I can’t stand him! I mean one minute he’s kissing ass to Merideth and then the next…He’s just an ass I can’t stand him Maggie.”

“Well you two need to put the bickering on pause. It’s freaking out some of the patients.” She whispered. 

Maggie was right. You and Deluca had been butting heads for months and it was only getting worse. It was getting…distracting. 

You started walking down the hall with Maggie towards the elevator to get ready for a surgery. 

“How about drinks on me? Get you a little tipsy to forget about asshole Andrew Deluca?” She shimmies her shoulders. You laughed.

“Maybe.”

The surgery went smoothly. It was the only thing that went your way all day. After your daily argument with Andrew you decided to take Maggie up on her offer and get drinks at Joe’s. But of course you get a text from Maggie saying she couldn’t make it. So there you were drinking alone. 

You had glass after glass, replaying the argument from this morning and you just felt your blood boil as you laid your head down on the counter.

“Long day,” you heard. 

You laughed, “You could say that.”

The figure sat next to you, “Tell me about it.”

“Work stuff you wouldn’t get it i’m a surgeon,” you slurred. The man laughed again. The voice was so familiar but you were so out of it you couldn't even lift your head. 

“This asshole resident sergeon guy whatever…he just royally pisses me off. He criticizes my every damn move, like damn can I breathe,” you sit up but you look down at your almost finished drink.

“Sounds like an ass but what did you do to piss him off like that,” you scoff and turn to the man.

“I did nothing to that ass-” the man was actually Andrew. He sat there with a smug grin and that just made you grit your teeth. You began to get up just because you knew yourself and with the alcohol..oh you were gonna cause a scene.

You ran a hand through your hair, vision blurred as you mumbled, “How could I be so stupid?”

Andrew grabbed your wrist, “Hey look you can’t go on by yourself not in this state.”

His comment only made you angrier. After months of bickering now he cared? It just made no sense. He treated you like crap and everyone saw it, you two argued like there was no tomorrow.

“Let me take you home,” Andrew said.

You gasp, “Oh so now you wanna get in my pants huh Deluca real classy.” He just laughed as you started to grow less and less conscious. He carried you to his car and all the way up into his apartment where you flopped over on the couch. As you both were drunk you just sat there. Of course you were more drunk than Andrew but the way your shirt was rising up your belly, he knew it wasn’t just the liquor he was feeling.

He got hard, really hard just from the sight of your midriff with thoughts of what you would look like with him inside of you. He hated you but damn were you beautiful. He hated you for being so attractive too.

You sat up abruptly as he sat there trying to sober up. He smiled as you began to yell at him again.

“You know what asshole. I can’t stand your guts. Your stupid hair and your stupid face.”

Andrew took his jacket off as well as his shirt leaving you to look at her gorgeous torso.

“What’s wrong with my face,” He came so close to you that you could touch his nose with yours. 

“It’s too perfect. I hate you,” You hit your hands on his chest only to hear more laughter.

“I hate you too. So much that I’m gonna show you just how,” he picked you up gripping your ass tightly, “Much I hate you.”

Then it began. The long night of sex. He fucked you like no man has ever before. What was happening with you? You hated him! Apparently you didn’t hate him enough. He drove you to work the next day and the car ride was silent. You entered at different times to lower the suspicion. The headache you had was horrible and made it almost impossible to interact with your interns. Rounds were hard and you refused to get stuck in the pit today so you were just bedside and writing charts.

“Hey you. I’m sorry I canceled, I had an emergency surgery and let me tell you I am beat,” Maggie frowns at you, “What happened to you, you look like crap.”

“I feel like crap,” you say, raking your hands through your hair, “I went and still drank which was a mistake.”

“Oooh you go Y/L/N.”

“No no no. I did something terrible Maggie,” you sighed and pulled her into an empty conference room. The guilt was plastered all over your face and Maggie couldn’t help but laugh after the realization hit.

“Oh my god,” she grinned, “Who? Who was it?”

You didn’t speak, you just looked at your toes in embarrassment. How could you tell her, your best friend, that you slept with someone you claim to hate. The person you slept with was her sister’s ex.

“It wasn’t” Maggie covers her mouth, “You slept with Alex Karev?”

“God no.”

She let out a deep breath, “Oh thank god I thought you fell into the deep end because you can’t hold your liquor.”

“Just because it wasn’t Alex doesn’t mean I didn’t fall into the deep end…whatever that means.”

Maggie was frustrated with confusion as it was written all over her face. Maggie put her hands on her hips and paced around the room. As you watched you got nervous.

“It was Andrew.”

“Deluca! You’re kidding.” She wasn’t angry, it was just shock.

“You’re upset?”

“No, I just didn’t think you had it in you. All you do is work I couldn’t imagine you with a sex life.”

You shushed her, “Keep it on the low please. We haven’t spoken all morning.” You hugged yourself, biting your lips in frustration. Deluca really didn’t say anything to you at all. All he did was point you in the direction of your bra that you lost. 

It was harder to walk past him without saying anything smart to him.

When you exited the room you fixed up your white coat and made your way down the hall evidently running into Deluca.

But he just walked past you right up to Dr. Grey. You were seething. This is how it went for days. Deluca pretending like you don’t exist as it was eating you up inside. You couldn’t figure out if you hated him or you wanted him. Either way you were confused.

Days went by. Andrew finally spoke up to you asking about a chart.

“How bout you figure it out yourself.” you handed the chart off to the nurses and walked down the hall. Deluca called you but you didn’t listen, it was so muffled until he abruptly grabbed your hand and pulled you into the on-call room.

“Hey you let go of me,” You yanked your arm away from him.

“You don’t get to ask me questions because you can’t even answer the most simple one,” you snapped.

“Oh yeah and what’s that Dr Y/L/N?”

“What are we Andrew?” He sighed in frustration, “now isn’t the time.”

“Then when is it?”

In a smooth movement, Andrew wrapped his hand around your throat, “because you don’t understand how I really feel about you and what I would do to you in this on-call room if you just gave me the go ahead. Me and Mer we- we broke up because of you because I can’t stop thinking about you. So my ‘problem’’ you mentioned earlier has EVERYTHING to do with you.”

You bit your lip, underwear completely soaked from your juices.

“show me,” you whisper.

(SMUT AHEAD)

He gripped your throat tighter and he kissed you deeply forcing tiny whimpers from you. Your heart started to beat faster as you gripped the bottom of his scrub top, tugging on it asking silently for him to take it off.

In a swift movement he took it off and locked the door.

“Fuck the things i’m gonna do to you,” he whispered in your ear. 

He kissed you over and over and finally kissed down your neck before telling you to get to you knees. You pulled his pants down and then his underwear only to be greeted by his massive length.

“Go on. You were so tough just a few moments ago what happened?”

The taunting made you mad so you took him whole down your throat. It almost brought you to tears because of it’s size but you still enjoyed every moment. His praises only helped you go on. His grip on your hair grew tighter and tighter as he got closer to finishing but just before he could finish you stopped.

“Fuck Y/n…that was,” he was heaved, “evil. You really wanna do that to me?” You smiled innocently.

You stood up only to be pushed onto the bed causing you to bite your lip in excitement. He kissed down your stomach all the way down to your underwear. Slowly he licked your underwear just to tease you.

“You’re so wet for me already,” he smirked at you.

He took your underwear completely off, eyeing you like some kind of prize. You were glad you were sober this time even though you remembered everything from that night. This felt so different. Your hatred for each other was mixed with love and enjoyment and he licked up your aching pussy. Your moan was quiet so no one would here, but his tongue was doing wonders. He stuck one finger and then two in to stretch you out but soon he was ready and so were you.

He positioned himself at your entrance an waited for you to nod. Once you did he gripped your neck again and slowly guided himself fully inside you. You wanted to cry in pleasure and pain but you couldn’t risk getting caught.

“You like that? Is it good?” He asked. It only made you more wet and more accessible. 

“Mhm,” you managed to muster out, “I fucking hate you,” it came out in more of a moan which caused him to lick his lips.

“I fucking hate you too,” this time he pounded into you causing you to bite your tongue.

He kept encouraging you to take all of him in and you did up until you couldn’t. He pounded himself into you over and over at almost a rhythm.

“I’m close,” he says, “You gonna take all of it hm? Like a good girl?” 

“Mhm,” you moan. 

“Who’s is it?” As he grips your throat he squeezes your tits making you almost finish.

“It’s yours. Fuck Andrew it’s yours,” you finally finished and so did he right on your belly. He flopped next to you kissing your shoulder.

“I hate you.”

“I know I hate you more.”

#greys anatomy #smut #imagines #requests open

[a-anglwilson]

a-anglwilson masterlist

Requests: Open!

i write teen!reader. So it's usually daughter!reader or younger sibling!reader. the reader could also be a patient. Other than that, there's not many rules. For romantic imagines see @delucafiles

- addison montgomery

- alex karev

- amelia shepherd

the meeting

- andrew deluca

- april kepner

- arizona robbins

- ben warren

- callie torres

- carina deluca

don't worry

- catherine avery

- cristina yang

- derek shepherd

- george o'malley

- izzie stevens

- jackson avery

- jo wilson

- lexie grey

- maggie pierce

- mark sloan

- megan hunt

- meredith grey

- miranda bailey

- nathan riggs

- owen hunt

- richard webber

- teddy altman

- tom koracick

- headcanons

#grey's anatomy #addison montgomery #alex karev #amelia shepherd #april kepner #arizona robbins #ben warren #callie torres #carina deluca #catherine avery #cristina yang #derek shepherd #izzie stevens #jackson avery #jo wilson #lexie grey #maggie pierce #mark sloan #megan hunt #meredith grey #miranda bailey #nathan riggs #owen hunt #richard webber #teddy altman #tom koracick #x reader #teen!reader #fic #oneshot

[swiftsdelucaa]

I apologize in advance for the sadness of this request.......

Could I please have a fic where the reader and Andrew DeLuca we're together before he died. A few weeks after his death Carina notices that the reader is showing signs of being pregnant. So she asks her about her symptoms and tells her to take a test. The test is positive and both of them cry. Then Carina promises that she’ll help with her little niece or nephew. And tells her that Andrew would be happy.

❛ 𝑶𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 ❜

𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: Andrew DeLuca x pregnant!reader ♡

𝘼/𝙣: Okay- yes this was- 😭 But don't worry, here's :')

(I know 💔)

Everything is terrible. What you felt was terrible.

Your body could only shed tears continuously at all those moments where you thought about him, when you were together. You still couldn't understand anything, things were so good, everything was so beautiful. You and Andrew had even come to live together, having him with you every day all the day seemed like a dream. He did everything to make you the happiest girl in this world, it was enough for him to see you smile and everything became more pleasant for him. It was the same for you.

If you think back to the beginning of your relationship, you would never have imagined getting this far, let's say you weren't quite the each other's favorite people.

And now you couldn't imagine a life without him. You could barely be alone when he came home late from work, and now you had to get used to never seeing him again. He died trying to do what he loved the most, saving lives.

You spent the days lying on the bed, holding his pillow and still feeling his scent, as the tears kept coming down from your eyes. You just missed him too much.

The ringing of the bell managed to bring you back to reality. You tried to wipe away your tears and try to look presentable enough, climbed out of bed in one of his hoodies, and headed for the door.

You didn't want to deal with anyone at the moment, hearing another person comfort you or hearing about how amazing Andrew had been would only make your mood worse, but luckily when you opened the door you saw Carina. You got used to having her around by now, she came to see you every day.

"Come in" you told her as she set her purse down on the sofa, turning back to you for a better look. You weren't okay, at all, it was obvious.

"How are you feeling?" you sighed at her question, but you knew she was referring to your health. Yes, for a few days you were starting to feel nauseous, probably from stress or the shock of your body.

"Now I've just an annoying headache, I'm just..." you stopped, unable even to finish the sentence, feeling a strange sensation, your vision became blurred, you lost your balance letting you fall.

"Y/n!" Carina managed to catch you in her arms in time avoiding the impact on the floor. "Can you hear me? Y/n, please!" she laid you down on the sofa, seconds later you had already come to your senses.

"Oh God, you scared me to death" she sighed with relief to see you awake. "Y/n..."

"If you're going to say that it would be better to do tests in the hospital, no... I'm just tired-"

"I actually wanted to talk to you about something else, for a while now, but I didn't know how to tell you..." you stood up sitting up, you noticed a strange expression on her face.

“See, your symptoms exactly mirror those of a pregnancy…” she just wanted to try not to hurt you more as she said it.

"No, that's- I- I'm not" in your mind you were looking for all the possible proofs to deny it, but unfortunately, thinking about it deeply, it all seemed so frighteningly true.

"Nausea, breast enlargement, and now fainting, these are the classic initial symptoms that appear" you looked at her continuing to think deeply. This whole period had completely destroyed you that even pushed you to ignore everything, how is this possible?

Carina walked over to the purse she had set down, pulling something out of it. "That's why I think you need to take a test, at least we'll be sure" she handed it to you, but before taking it you stared at it for a few seconds. A big part of you kept repeating ʼI can'tʼ, but the other part deep down wanted to know, so you made up your mind without thinking twice, and headed for the bathroom.

Every second of waiting killed you more and more, then when the result finally came out you didn't move from there. Carina came in having noticed that you were taking longer than necessary, finding yourself in front of the mirror with a tear running down your cheek and falling near the point where the test with the positive result was placed. She couldn't help to not hold back the tears too, indeed it was her brother, and now it was his baby who would grow up without a father.

"Y/n... okay, look at me" you had no choice but to listen to her.

"You're pregnant. You're gonna have a baby. You have my nephew or niece in your womb, your and Andrew's baby!" her voice broke slightly at the end. You knew this was a wonderful thing, but it scared you so much, what if you weren't able to?

"Without him I can barely face a day, how could I raise his baby? I just want him with me back... I want him with our baby..." the tears kept coming out, but Carina wiped them from your face trying to reassure you.

"Listen to me, I know you miss him a lot, I miss him too, and I know this hurts. Yeah he's not here, but look, I have a beautiful girlfriend, and we'll get married, and now you'll have a baby! Knowing my brother I know he would have been the happiest person in this world, and certainly the best father" you laughed spontaneously at the thought, he loved kids, and kids loved him.

"And I will always be there for you, whenever you need me, I promise you" before you could begin to sob you hugged her tightly.

"You're not alone Y/n" she whispered to you as she wrapped her arms around you making you feel safe.

"Thank you" you said taking deep breaths.

This pregnancy has had its ups and downs, it was demanding, you made a lot of effort to be able to move forward in the best possible way. The beginning was the hardest part, but then when you felt that baby growing inside you and starting to move, you felt indescribable emotions, you couldn't wait to know him. Or her. Yes, you didn't want to know the sex.

Carina had kept her promise, she had been on your side every single second, in pregnancy, in moments of panic, when you felt bad, anything. Sometimes she told you some stories about when she and her brother were little, you liked listening to them, even if often she repeated how many tantrums Andrew threw, hoping your baby won't inherit, but you amused.

Then when the birth time came it seemed like you couldn't figure anything out anymore. When your waters broke you were in a restaurant with Carina, and, continuing to remain calm, she helped you get into the car, doing as soon as possible to get to the hospital, while you could only scream in pain excruciating that had taken over your whole body. You almost thought you couldn't make it, it hurt so much, and when they laid you on the bad you felt an enormous need to push. Carina told you over and over to wait, but this stupid baby was stubborn.

But when that moment comes, everything ceases to exist for you, there's only the sound of crying that marks the birth of a new life, and it literally melts your heart.

"It's a boy!" Carina exclaimed as she took him. She checked him for a moment and then finally placed him between your arms.

"He's... perfect" there were no right words, you kept looking at your son with a smile and shining eyes.

"Yes he is" Carina sat next to you.

"Damn. Look at him. It's a baby Andrew" you approached him to gently kiss his forehead, enveloping you in that perfume.

"He has his eyes" Carina added while you both you soften more and more at the sight of him. It could have lasted forever, today you would have promised to yourself that you'd done anything to give your son a wonderful life.

#andrew deluca #andrew deluca x reader #andrew deluca imagine #greys anatomy #grey's anatomy #greys anatomy x reader #greys anatomy imagine #y/n #fanfics #my writing #requests #this literally breaks you

[redhairedwolfwitch]

Painted Fires Burn Brightly (3) - Andy Herrera x DeLuca!Sister!Reader - Station 19/Grey's Anatomy

A/n: wow a fic that doesn't involve women's football? i am shocked... but also I want to work on like five football fics at once so it's chaos here in my little corner.

Summary: You have inspiration for the first time since Amelia Shepherd broke your heart and threw you into a wall of artist's block. But who knows if the fire between you and Andy will burn out or become an eternal flame?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

Request: hey 💓 could you write a deluca!sister x amelia fic where r is a cheeky italian which puts amelia in gay panic mode x

A/n: this diverts from canon like a curly wurly chocolate bar, also mentions a one night stand, there's no smut but it's alluded to, so, read at your own risk, and don't ask me where this happens in canon, because that will give me another headache:)

A/n: to whoever reads this, you matter.

Previously...

Opening the door, your eyes widened slightly before you smiled a little, "ciao, fiamma."

Andy Herrera stammered for a moment before smiling, "hi, are you free?"

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"Lunch with my baby brother and angioletta of a baby sister was okay, by the way, I know you haven't met them yet."

"What does angioletta mean?" Maya enquired, leaving Andy to pause as she listened for the meaning of the Italian word.

"Little angel." Carina smiled, resting her hands on Maya's hips as she leaned in for a kiss.

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"I'd call you some Italian name in response, but I only know fiamma, and angioletta..." Andy admitted as you let her inside, taking a sip of your drink as Andy spoke.

All it took was hearing angioletta for you to spit your drink, covering your face as Andy's eyes widened.

"Whoah, you okay?"

"Sorry, sorry! It's just, my sister calls me angioletta, fiamma." You explained, wiping your face with a piece of kitchen towel before drying where you had spat your drink.

Andy frowned as she processed what you just said, her jaw clenched as she stared at you, eyes glancing over your features.

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"Wait, wait, your sister, your sister wouldn't happen to be Doctor Carina DeLuca, who is dating Maya Bishop, a fellow firefighter at Station 19?" Andy asked, her hands on her hips as she quirked a brow, waiting for a response.

"Well, I haven't met Maya yet, but Carina is my older sister. I'm sorry we didn't discuss it, we were a bit busy after leaving the bar, and it's not exactly pillowtalk." You admitted, pulling into yourself as Andy's eyes softened, her fire qwelling as she realised how insecure you were after everything.

"You're the youngest?" Andy toed the line onto another topic, gently stepping forwards to pry your fingers from where they were clawed into your arms.

"Yeah, after what our father did, our mother left with Andrea and myself to America, Carina stayed in Italy with him. I was little, so I barely remembered Italy. I begged and begged my mama to take me when she would go visit papa and Carina, and she did. I stayed and completed my undergrad there, got dual citizenship and came back to America for my master's degree." You explained, staring at your shoes as you spoke, tensing slightly as Andy stepped closer, her hand under your chin to coax you into looking at her.

"What your father did?" Andy gently prodded, feeling you lean into her hand as it cupped your cheek.

"Bipolar disorder. Our father was a renowned surgeon, but he operated during a manic state on seven people, four died. Our father got away with it because of his connections, but mama left him, and took me and Andrea with her, Carina stayed." You explained, glancing away as you took a breath.

"They worry about me. They thought I was developing it at one point, but I'm fine. I saw a doctor and a psychiatrist in case, because they scared me, but I don't have it. Carina worries for my brother now, but she checks up on us both." You brushed away a tear before it could parade down your cheek, mumbling apologies and swear words in Italian before Andy intervened.

"It's okay, they said you're okay, so it's okay. I'm sorry I asked so many questions, I just, I panicked, can you imagine how your sister would react to this? And Maya? She already had this shit-eating grin after I told her I had earth-shattering sex with an Italian girl, what happens when she finds out it was her girlfriend's baby sister?"

The smirk on your face was intolerable as Andy covered your mouth with her hand.

"Please tell me you didn't actually use the word 'earth-shattering' because... now I feel dirty, what if my sister found out you said that?" You grimaced, watching as Andy gently removed her hand from your mouth so you could speak.

"God, I have no idea if Maya... she overheard, your sister knows I found an Italian lover who called me fiamma." Andy realised as your eyes widened.

"Yeah, I'm not going to hear the end of this from her, especially after..." You trailed off, looking over at the canvas on the coffee table with sorrow in your eyes.

"Your last heartbreak?"

"Yeah, when Carina told me what was going on, I begged her to get rid of everything, every little piece of inspiration. I found that one behind a bedside table, and called her to get rid of it, like the others. I can't even go have lunch with my siblings at Grey Sloan because she tries to come over and talk to me. It's... ugh, I want to paint my emotions away." You replied, heading towards your studio/the spare room when Andy caught your hand, smiling as you tilted your head in question.

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Carina didn't expect to see a voicemail from you after checking her phone. She helped a mother deliver her baby a while ago and was now going to get the resident to update the chart when her phone buzzed.

"Carina, hey, what's going on?"

"Y/n found another of the canvases that remind them of Amelia. I'm going to go see if she is okay, and remove the canvas." Carina explained as Andrew hurried over, spotting Carina grabbing her bag.

"Wait, Y/n dropped one of their paint tubes when she ran at lunch. Here. Uh, I think the cap was a bit loose." Andrew replied, flicking his fingers as the luminous green paint coated his fingertips.

Carina murmured a mix of a thank you and a swear word in Italian under her breath as Andrew passed her the metal tube of paint, holding it daintly until she could wrap it in some tissue, green paint in her bag wasn't something she wanted to clean up.

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"This is what you've been working on?" Andy turned her head from where the two of you had been leaning in, closing the distance between the two of you.

"Uh, yeah, since you left this morning. I take my travel bundle with me when I go out too. I have some older stuff if you want to see, before she who we don't talk about by name entered my life?" You offered, heading over to the wardrobe, Andy's eyes following your figure as you began to rummage through the bottom of the wardrobe.

Holding the chosen sketchbook up with pride, your eyes widened and your cheeks heated up as you noticed how Andy was looking at you, that small smirk on her face making your stomach dance with butterflies.

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"Before we met, I think maybe, before Maya even met Carina, my best friend from my childhood, he died. He jumped in front of a bullet for me, this kid, Milo, he didn't know the gun was real, he just wanted to play cops and roobers. I threw myself into work." Andy divulged part of her past to you one night, her fingers drawing patterns over your collarbone as your chin rested on the crown of her head, holding each other in the darkness.

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Time had passed since you met Andy Herrera in that bar, starting a relationship. Neither of you regretted it, but the two of you were hiding from Maya and Carina.

Your brother knew. He could tell that the light in your eyes had returned, but the light was more like a fire, and your art was beginning a surplus that had you developing more than a portfolio.

When Andy found out her dad's cancer was back, she ran to you. Allowing you to gently hold her in your arms, running your fingers over her skin and listening to her recall story after story about her father, who had maybe six months to live.

"I met him, I think I met him before I met Maya actually. I was looking for Carina at your firehouse, you were all out on a call. He let me take some photos for my artwork. He was kind. Some people don't think art is a worthwhile thing... your father is amazing, fiamma."

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"Shall I call in sick?" Andy enquired, leaning into you as your arms wrapped around her waist, pulling you closer.

"You and Sullivan still tense?" you hummed, feeling Andy bury a groan in your shoulder.

"Plus everything else? You are my saving grace, my angioletta." Andy smirked as you made a grumbling noise.

"Do you have to use my family's nickname for me when we're naked in bed together?"

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"I talked about you in therapy today." Andy admitted when she got home from shift one day, finding you with charcoal all over your hands and slightly on your face, working on a piece of paper stretched over a board.

"Did it help?"

"You're my saving grace. Even the therapist could tell." Andy replied, pressing a kiss to your cheek before spotting the charcoal smeared on your face.

"We also talked about salsa dancing."

"I would like to see this salsa dancing of yours, y'know. I don't know how to dance but... I'm scared I'll stand on your toes." You confessed, pausing as Andy started to wipe at your face.

"How about, I show you a little after we get this charcoal off your face?"

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"Don't you have that hike with Jack Gibson today?" You enquired, gesturing to Andy's phone as she drove you to where she wanted to meet her father for breakfast. With you. She was taking you to meet her father.

"I'll text him, if you still want to go?"

"You sure your dad will even like me?" You paused, hesitant but Andy reached over to stroke your cheek after parking the car.

"I adore you, and it's not like he can tell me not to crap where I eat this time, you only wait outside the firehouse to see me or if Carina's not answering her phone."

"Yeah I've walked in on Maya and Carina enough times to say that if Carina's not answering her phone, she's involved in someone's vagina... Maya's, or a pregnant patient..." You grimaced at what you were saying, but Andy wasn't able to hold back her laughter as the two of you walked into the cafe, not seeing how Pruitt was watching, seeing how you two were holding hands and grinning.

He didn't mention it at the time, but admitted later, the two of you looked at each other like there were stars in your eyes. Like you each hung the moon. He didn't mention though, how you two were a better match in his eyes, than Andy and Sullivan could ever be.

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"Wait, so you're related to Carina?" Jack enquired, turning his head to acknowledge you as you hiked behind him and Andy.

"She's my big sister."

"Have you met Maya yet?" Jack asked his next question, glancing between you and Andy in thought.

"Yeah, I walked in on them, then Carina invited me and Andrew, my big brother, over for dinner with her and Maya. She's very competitive, only time my brother and I won any games was when we played an Italian one."

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"Andy's never home. She's seeing someone, she wouldn't tell me before but I went on a hike with her and Carina's little sister earlier. Pretty sure it's her."

"I guess both Maya and Andy like Italians?" Miller replied, before his phone buzzed in sync with Jack and Vic's.

A four alarm fire turning into a five alarm.

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"Fiamma... it's a beautiful day to save lives." You paused as Andy dropped you off on the street to walk home, away from the five alarm fire she had to attend to. Andy didn't know the reference but she nodded, love in her eyes as she headed away.

Andy didn't know the reference because you knew it from the surgical videos you watched with your brother when he was studying for his residency. He may be going into general surgery, but Derek Shepherd was almost a god in neurosurgery.

///

You didn't know what had happened at the storage unit fire until Andy was stood on your doorstep, tears running down her face.

Twenty bells were being rang that night, for a fallen firefighter. Andy's father, Pruitt Herrera had died venting a roof to save his team, to save his daughter.

///

Andy's gasp roused you from your sleep, sitting up immediately to check on her.

"Fiamma?"

"Whatever Warren gave me, it gives me crazy dreams." Andy wiped at her eyes, before shuffling into your arms, resting her head on your chest as you gently ran your fingers through her hair.

"The only thing that's okay about any of this, is that he went out his way. Dixon doesn't get to make that a bad thing." Andy whispered, closing her eyes whilst yours lingered on a box sat across the room.

The cremated remains of Pruitt Herrera.

///

"Um... Vic wants to talk to you?" Andy passed you the phone, having found you standing over a large board of stretched paper, sketching out something.

"Sure? I've met her once- hi, Vic... yes I have that skill, when do you want me? As soon as possible? Right, okay, give me half an hour." Your eyebrows were nearly in your hairline as Andy managed to muster up enough energy to raise an eyebrow at you.

"Vic needs some help with some stuff, will you be okay if I go out for a bit? There's lunch in the fridge if you're up to eating, fiamma." Kissing Andy's forehead as she nodded. You would be back as soon as you could be.

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"What did I just walk in on?" You raised an eyebrow, walking into Station 19 to spot Travis topless, in USA flag shorts, a USA flag top hat and his firefighter boots.

"He's July. For the calendar." Vic explained, holding back a laugh as you blinked several times.

"Isn't that rather objectifying?"

"See! I told you!" Travis gestured to you, reminding him of his comment earlier about feeling like a piece of meat.

///

"Okay, hold there, then whip your hat off like you're celebrating!" You instructed Travis as you and Vic worked on photographing him hanging onto the fire pole that was located in the station.

///

You were home before Andy woke up, promising Vic you would come back later when Dixon wasn't roaming around being an asshole.

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"What is that arm doing? Where is Baby DeLuca? She's way better at instructing poses than you are!" Travis grumbled as he and Vic tried to photograph Maya for the calendar.

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"I'm an orphan... I'm an orphan." Andy muttered to herself, her head lulling side to side before she met your eyes, "I'm an orphan."

"You've got me." You whispered back, offering Andy your hand to take.

"Do you talk to your dad?" Andy enquired, but you hid a grimace at the idea of talking to your father.

"Only Carina does. Andrew did, but he used him to try speed-run a medical experiment thing, so our father went back to Italy angry. I don't really know him, and what I do know... your father will always be a better father than mine."

///

Your phone buzzed with a message from Vic, asking how you would describe each pose for the remaining months of the calendar. Andy's head rested on your shoulder as she slept, leaving you to type out your message with your free hand, sending Vic enough details so she could formulate a decent fundraising calendar for Pruitt.

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"What is that? Oh my god, did you all do one?" Andy raised an eyebrow, looking at the fundraising calendar photo of Maya.

"It was all Hughes' idea!" Travis blurted out, before blurting out the rest, "Vic got Baby DeLuca to help too!"

"Baby DeLuca?" Maya raised an eyebrow, unaware of how well the firehouse knew you, whilst Andy smiled at the calendar, flicking through the pages.

///

"Where were you going stir crazy? You haven't been home lately..." Jack began, leaving Andy to sigh.

"It's complicated."

"It's usually just an address." Jack chuckled, but Andy sighed again, biting her lip.

"You've met her. We just haven't told Maya... or my girlfriend's older sister, who Maya happens to be dating, that we're dating. I've been staying at her's, she's my saving grace." Andy confessed, not meeting Jack's eyes but he was smiling, glad it was you, and not the other choice he had heard whispers about. Andy had not married her battalion chief after dating him for about a month.

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"Hey, cariño. Can you- can i get your opinion on this? I think there's something weird here, with my family after my mum died." Andy asked, finding you in the kitchen trying to sort out the homemade pasta that Carina had made for you and brought over whilst Andy was in the shower.

"I don't know what I'm looking at... fiamma, why does your mama look so sad in this picture?" You watched what you were saying, before passing the photo you found to Andy, who frowned at how miserable her mother looked, in a family photo.

"Where are you going?" You enquired, but Andy hurriedly kissed your cheek and ran out, grabbing her keys as she shouted, "I need to check something at the firehouse!"

///

Andy updated you with texts after that, you could tell she was mad, but then your older siblings turned up at your door. Andrew was struggling with his bipolar disorder and adjusting to his meds, and Carina didn't admit it at first, but Maya had cheated on her with Jack.

Andy's texts to you went unread as you left your phone on the coffee table, sitting in the middle of the couch with your older siblings leaning into you, taking the comfort that you gave. You didn't realise the parallels this hug gave at the time, but an old photo of a little you being hugged by a young Andrew and a young Carina became your favourite photo of you and your siblings as time went on.

"What do you want to watch?" You enquired as your brother laid on your couch, but you received no answer as he was fast asleep.

"Wow, okay... movie with headphones it is." You murmured to yourself, picking up your phone as it lit up with a message from Andy.

Fiamma: my mami is alive

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[ynscrazylife]

Hi, I absolutely adored your Andrew DeLuca fic!!

I was hoping (if you still write) if you would write an imagine being his fiancé or maybe wife and changing specialties and transferring to OB under Carina

Being Married to Andrew Deluca & Switching to OB

Andrew would be very conflicted about this. On one hand, he wants to support you because you’re his wife and he’s thrilled that you’re following your dreams and finding what you really want to do with your career. But on the other hand, that means you’ll be training under his sister! The dramatic side of him just knows that she’ll corrupt you and you two will gang up on him. How is he supposed to handle that?!

So when you give him the news and he just stands there, his face frozen, you begin to panic, thinking that he doesn’t like it. Your face drops and the only thing that snaps Andrew out of his thoughts is seeing tears pool into your eyes. “Oh honey, no, no, no! I’m thrilled! I’m so happy for you!” He’ll say and will give you a big bear hug, lifting you up and spinning you around.

A big grin breaks out on your face and you wrap your arms around him. He peppers you with light kisses, making you giggle. Then, he makes you promise not to ditch him for Carina. You oblige with a laugh, not thinking that he’s serious. You know Carina, what’s going to happen??

In no time at all, you and Carina become BFFs. She already adored you, but now she adores you even more and loves working with you. She thinks you’re so talented and has so much fun with you! She even jokes to Andrew that she’s going to steal you away from him, which makes him the tiniest bit jealous. He loves that you and his sister are bonding but just like he predicted, the two of you are a relentless tag team on teasing him.

This leads to many small squabbles between the DeLuca siblings in Italian, which you get a front row seat to. You find it charming and that it just makes Andrew even cuter than he already was. You assure him that while you love Carina, he’ll always be number #1 and he accepts that. He can’t deny, he loves seeing the two of you as an unstoppable force. He also loves listening to you talk about how cute the babies are and your stories about the patients. He’ll always be there for you and will drop everything for you if you’ve lost a patient. Andrew and Carina are a great team and do the best job at comforting you. He also loves to watch you preform surgery.

All in all, Andrew is so supportive and you only get closer to Carina!

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