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saturnville · 3 months

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stolen moments, major john egan

pairing: major john "bucky" egan x black fem oc (amelia mae egan)

content: john manages to call amelia after not hearing her voice for weeks.

an: this was the top choice in the poll so far. I've been anxious to write so we knocked this off the list first lol. enjoy!

“Are you alright, Major?”

They’d just arrived at a new station. It smelled like sweat and fear. Men streamed throught the doors like a school of fish. Their deep voices shook the brick walls as their conversations bellowed throughout the building. Dozens of men struggled to keep their composure. He was one of them.

He was overwhelmed. Tired. Desparate. His clothes felt tight against his body. The scent of gasoline and fumes clung to his vest. His hat damp and chilled against his forehead. His shoes were coated in black soot.

John’s eyes caught the telephone in the corner of the station. It was secluded from the rest of the quarters, in a corner, protected by a frosted glass divider. John's shoes grazed the dirty floor as he strode purposefully towards the telephone.

“M’fine. Head in and get your rest. Long day in the morning.” He didn’t know how he was able to make out coherent sentences. Gale stepped in, noticing his friend’s disheveled state and guided the men to the resting quarters.

John’s shoes kissed the dirty floor as he stood long strides to the telephone. He shrugged off his backpack and slid it by his feet. His hands trembled as he plucked the phone off the hook and typed in the number he had engraved in his heart.

It rang. And rang. And rang. His heartbeat was in his ears. His nails scratched as the black paint around the phone as he succumbed to his anxiety. He sent a silent prayer to God above.

Then he heard it. “Hello?” John’s forehead tapped the frosted glass as he rested against it. Relief washed over him like a tidal wave. He’d never been particularly sensitive, but he was overwhelmed with emotion, good and bad, and hearing her sweet voice made his eyes well with tears.

The words were stuck in his throat and all he could release was a heavy sigh. That seemed to be enough for her to identify the caller. “Johnny?”

He shut his eyes. A lone tear fell from his eye. “Hey, Rosie.”

Amelia let out a soft cry. “Oh, thank God! I-I thought something happened to you; I hadn’t heard from you in weeks. Are you okay, where are you now? Is Gale alright, when are you coming…” His first instinct was to cut her rambling short, but the sound of her voice was the choir-like song his soul ached to hear.

He’d gone three weeks without hearing her voice. It was the most tortuous three weeks of his life. For 21 days, he survived by remembering the last words she said before they hung up, Whatever you do, do not die on me, do you understand? I love you, John. I love you. I love you. I love you. It kept his heart beating.

A small smile tugged on his lips. “I’m okay, baby, I promise. Things got a little rough; didn’t stay in one place too long. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“I’m just happy to hear your voice…are you okay?”

His stomach churned at her question. A feeling of despair threatened to creep upon him. Thirty men lost. A plane in the middle of the ocean. An uneasy stomach and even more uneasy mental state. His head pounded, his body shook with unwanted adrenaline, and his hands craved the feeling of her hot skin. He was not okay.

“No,” he replied honestly, rubbing his eye with the stump of his palm. “I’m not okay but I will be. Especially because I get to talk to my favorite girl. Tell me about your day..”

He heard her heavy sigh. “Deflection won’t rid you of what you’re feeling.”

“Talking about it won’t do too much good, either. It’s…it’s hard, Rose. I just.” John’s jaw clenched as he struggled to articulate what he felt. “I just can’t talk about it right now, Amelia. If I do, I don’t think I’ll be able to keep it together.”

Silence stretched on, interrupted only by the sound of her shuffling on the other end. She was probably sitting at the edge of her bed. He imagined her, looking pretty in her long-sleeved pajamas and satin scarf, with a blanket tucked under her chin.

“Then how about this,” she started. “You make it home in one piece to tell me about it later, yeah?”

“Always making demands,” John laughed. The first genuine sound of joy he’d made all day. And it made her smile. So wide that her cheeks were sore and her dimples made an appearance. “But you’ve got a deal.” He readied himself to speak again, but a tap on his shoulder interrupted him.

Gale. Meeting with the CO in five minutes, he mouthed. John nodded. He ran a hand through his dirty hair. “Darlin’, I’ve got a meeting in five minutes; I’m sorry. If I don’t call in the morning, know I love you, alright?”

“I know. I love you, too. Don’t apologize. Just make it back to me.”

“Always.”

#saturnville #original writing #black!reader #black reader #major john egan x black!reader #major john egan x reader #major john egan #callum turner x black!reader #callum turner x black reader #callum turner x reader #callum turner #major john egan x amelia mae egan #mota #mota fanfiction #masters of the air #gale cleven #john egan #curtis biddick

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yellowloid · 7 months

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"greatest uncle on the planet" "his niece" because it doesn't matter that they're not actually related by blood the four of them are very much brothers......... and they're each other's kids' uncles........... who dedicate songs to them just to do something sweet for them and make them happy......... because they're family.......... bawling my eyes out rn

#where's the video i need to see him dedicate the song to amelia and i need to see matt's beaming face as he did it too #their bond makes me inconsolable actually #alex turner #matt helders #arctic monkeys #ramblings

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misskattylashes · 7 months

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It's getting embarrassing now. Either play the game Alex or just dump the beard...

#alex turner #milex #miles kane #arctic monkeys #has she no pride #if my boyfriend sang that a gig where i was i would dump him #especially seeing as Do I Wanna Know to Amelia

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captainsavre · 8 months

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It's always the quiet ones.

#private practice #addison montgomery #amelia shepherd #violet turner #sheldon wallace #grey’s anatomy #kate walsh #amy brenneman #caterina scorsone #brian benben #mine #tv: private practice

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pinkyringprvnce · 1 month

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Chapters: 18/?

Fandom: Grey's Anatomy, Private Practice

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Addison Montgomery/Jake Reilly, Meredith Grey/Derek Shepherd, Addison Montgomery/Derek Shepherd, Arizona Robbins/Callie Torres, Lexie Grey/Mark Sloan, Owen Hunt/Cristina Yang, Alex Karev/Jo Wilson, Cooper Freedman/Charlotte King

Characters: Addison Montgomery, Meredith Grey, Derek Shepherd, Derek Bailey Shepherd, Zola Shepherd, Jake Reilly (Private Practice), Angela Reilly, Amelia Shepherd, Owen Hunt, Jackson Avery, Cristina Yang, Mark Sloan (Grey's Anatomy), Lexie Grey, Leah Murphy, Heather Brooks, Shane Ross, Jo Wilson, Alex Karev, Henry Montgomery, April Kepner, Archer Forbes Montgomery, Nancy Shepherd, "The Captain" Montgomery, Kathleen Shepherd, Lizzie Shepherd, Callie Torres, Arizona Robbins, Richard Webber, Miranda Bailey (Grey's Anatomy), Sofia Sloan-Torres, Original Characters, Charlotte King, Cooper Freedman, Sheldon Wallace, Violet Turner, Pete Wilder, James Peterson, Sam Bennett (Private Practice), Naomi Bennett, Mason Warner, Sloan Riley, Carolyn Shepherd, Stephanie Edwards

Additional tags: Second chances, Love, Family, Children, Family Reunions, Trauma, past relationships, Alternate Universe, Blended family, if addek had a kid, what if, MerDer, addek, jolex, Calzona, Crowen, addimelia, charcoop, charmelia, Kidnapping, Jaddison - Freeform, slexie - Freeform

Summary: A 15-year-old girl walks into the Denny Duquette Memorial Clinic with her parents to get her mom the chemotherapy she needs. While there, she meets Dr. Mark Sloan, who can’t shake the feeling that he knows her. When Mark discovers who she really is, it changes everything.

Chapter summary: Amelia stays with the Montgomery-Reilly’s after her breakup with James while Audrey gets settled in her new life at her new school with her new friends.

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ziggyplayedguitar96 · 1 month

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This was on Matt’s story the other day

#arctic monkeys #matt helders #alex turner #nick o'malley #jamie cook #amanda blank #amelia helders #she’s just like me fr

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sodapopsgt · 2 months

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OK here is all I could find........ I turn to dust.....

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justmoreocs-writing · 7 months

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how do you need to be touched?

I was tagged by @ironverseocs (over on my foxesandmagic blog) to take this quiz. I did it for Luce (my current writing fixation from Peaky Blinders fanfiction) and A.J. (the character I always return to from Nightwing fanfiction).

Luce - gently. you need to be held as though you're going to break. you need someone to trace your scars like cracks in a wall, crumbling. their touch is almost painful; you've been without it for too long, without someone to hold you. but, you cannot bring yourself to pull away.

A.J. - cautiously. your teeth are bared, as they have been, your jaw aching for so long as growls slip free. you always have to defend yourself. you lash out in fear. you need someone who does not shrink back… a hand falling slowly to your shoulder, however briefly, in a reminder that you do not have to lunge. there is no danger here, now.

#Made By Me #Tag Games #Peaky Blinders OCs #Nightwing OCs #The Piccola Rossa Series #The Making of a Hero #Lucinda Turner #Amelia Jane Kane #Luce Turner #A.J. Kane

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petersoftparker · 1 year

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Violet and Pete describing Amelia as a rabid dog will always be the funniest thing I’ve heard on that show ever

#private practice #amelia shepherd #violet turner #pete wilder #greys anatomy #addison montgomery

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nevermind3214 · 2 years

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AMELIA NAMED HER SON AFTER HER BROTHER

CORRECTION: SHE NAMED BOTH OF HER SONS AFTER HER BROTHER

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private-practice-fan · 2 years

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saturnville · 2 months

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and I drove you crazy, major john egan

pairing: major john egan x amelia mae

content: John is prepared to show Amelia that he is committed to her and only her. part two to sad girl. 18+ steam.

an: thoughts on MOTA pt. 7? again, thank you @turn-thy-paige for the letter-writing ideas.

tags: to maintain your place on the taglist, you're expected to interact! @turn-thy-paige @neeville @ineedafictionalman @ihe4rtisa @lovebyceleste

“Bucky, you haven’t shown her that you’re committed to her. She’s not obligated to wait around while you figure it out. You either want her or you don’t. But a woman like her doesn’t come around often, so I suggest you choose wisely. Other men are waiting to take your place.”

The words replayed in his mind like a song he couldn’t help but hum the words to. The logic of his best friend imprinted itself on the forefront of his mind. You either want her or you don’t. You either want her or you don’t. Choose wisely. Wise choices. Other men. Waiting. To take his place. His stomach churned in discomfort.

The sun dipped below the horizon, hues of orange and pink across the sky. John found himself alone with his thoughts, as he had been for majority of the day. The weight of his burdened his strong shoulders, and the fear of Amelia slipping through his fingers gnawed at his heart. His fingertips drummed against the iron headboard as his mind raced faster than a Jeep on a gravel road.

The silence in the room was deafening. He rose to his feet and paced around the room, his sock-clad feet slipping against the floor with every movement. With a heavy sigh, he collapsed against the bed again, carding through his hair in frustration. He knew he had to make things right, but where to begin, he wondered. That was the question that tormented him as he stared out the window, watching as the sun and moon traded places.

John felt stuck. He felt emotions he’d never felt before. They were big, they were intense, and they were overwhelming. He was rattled by Buck’s words, uncomfortable with the thought of another man looking in her direction, calling her beautiful, or asking her to dance. What would he do if she decided she wanted nothing to do with him? If she left him high and dry as she moved onto another man? His lip twitched in disgust.

He couldn’t believe it; a woman who he hadn’t known for even a year had turned his world upside down and it drove him insane. Caring for someone on such a deep level wasn’t what he was used to and it was an odd feeling. Having his chest cave, his throat constrict, and his shoulders burdened with guilt. Major Egan wasn’t sensitive to such things. But, John was.

His resolve solidified, John retrieved his boots and hastily packed a few belongings into his backpack. As he prepared to leave, a sleeping Buck stirred, casting a curious glance his way. "Where are you going?" Buck's voice was laced with concern, but John's determination was unwavering. "Amelia?" he guessed correctly.

John nodded, a sense of urgency propelling him forward. "I need to talk to her," he muttered, his jaw set in determination. With a final nod to his friend, he slipped out into the night, the weight of his goal heavy on his shoulders.

It was late. He was surprised when she let him enter her home. By the look she gave him, she seemed disturbed by his presence. He felt as though he had to walk on eggshells; the last thing he wanted to do was give her a reason to push him out and slam a door in his face. He had to be calculated. Meticulous.

John slid his bag off his shoulder and it hit the floor with an echoing thud. Amelia did not wait for him to gather his bearings before she walked away. He followed her into the kitchen, where she grabbed a ceramic mug from her cabinet and turned on the kettle. Its high-pitched whistle disrupted the disgustingly tense atmosphere his presence created. She swiped a tea bag from beside her stack of letters, placed it in the mug, and poured the piping hot water on top.

“Sugar?” she asked without facing him. He requested two teaspoons. She placed the mug in his hand. Always so considerate. However, the hope he had diminished at her question, “What brings you here, Major?” John forced himself not to roll his eyes in annoyance Had he upset her that badly? He sighed heavily and circled the rim of the mug with his fingertip.

“I wanted to talk to you, Rose.”

Amelia’s eyes narrowed. Her eyebrow rose and her tongue circle the roof of her mouth. It had been seven days since they’d spoken for more than five minutes and he came to talk to her late at night? She found herself growing more frustrated by his antics, but more disappointed by her inability to stand her ground. She refused to show any signs of weakness, so sternly she replied, “So talk.”

John pressed his back against the island, wincing once the draw handle punctured a weak spot. He placed the mug behind him. Carefully, he said, “You’ve been avoiding me. What’s that about?” Calculated. Meticulous. Walking on eggshells.

Her jaw clenched evidently. The muscles in her neck strained, her nostrils flared, and one again, her tongue circled the roof of her mouth. He recognized those mannerisms easily; she was thinking and trying to come up with an answer.

"I just figured I needed some space," she said after some time, her voice tentative yet resolute. “That’s all.”

John's expression shifted, a mixture of frustration and concern flickering across his features. So, we're doing this, he thought to himself. His chuckle was hollow, devoid of any amusement. Meeting her gaze, his voice was low as he probed, "Is that right?"

Her arms crossed defensively over her chest, a shield against the vulnerability of their conversation. She met his gaze with a hint of defiance, but her eyes betrayed the emotions swirling within her. With a hesitant nod, she affirmed, "That is correct."

His jaw tightened at her response, a surge of emotions rising within him. "You want to tell me why?" he pressed, his voice tinged with a mixture of frustration and longing.

Silence. Her jaw shook and her eyes welled with tears. She was strong enough to keep her rigid stature, but not enough to keep the lone tear from streaming down her cheek. She wiped it away quickly. “I don’t think we are on the same page here, John. I can’t tell if you’re wanting to be with me for entertainment or if you’re serious.”

“Amelia--”

She cut him off. “You take me out, you buy me a dozen roses a week, you send me letters, yet, for an entire weekend, I see women in your face…and what don’t you do? Reject their advances.”

He didn’t bother to speak as he knew she wasn’t finished.

“If you want a plaything, fine. A casual girlfriend, fine. You need to be honest and say it as it is. But I’ll let you know, I won’t be either one of those. I’m a good woman.”

John used his hands to press off the counter. He took a step toward her. “I know you are, Amelia, and its obvious I have made you feel that I don’t see that. I’m not going to say you’re right, but I can agree that I never made it clear with you what I wanted.”

Amelia’s chin rose as she soaked in his words.

“I do want to be committed to you. It hasn’t appeared that way, and I’m sorry. But, I haven’t cheated on you and I never will. I want this to work…I want to be yours in every way; tell me what I need to do, Amelia…”

He sounded so hopeless. His walls were torn like Jericho and left at her feet. Everything was new to him—love, commitment, and how to do it. John knew it left no room for excuse, but that was his honest truth. Everyday, he was learning how to love someone more than himself.

“Just put yourself in my shoes, Egan. I just wanted to be yours, in all ways, and I want to feel wanted by you. So, knowing that, how would you feel if you witnessed what I did, regardless of how loyal I claimed to be…”

The thought alone would drive him insane. He resisted the urge to show the look of despair that fought to show on his face. John urgently repeated, “Tell me what I need to do, Amelia.”

There was a moment of silence. Just a moment. It seemed like an eternity for John, who resumed drumming his fingertips, this time against the side of his thigh.

In an even tone and cadence, Amelia simply said, “Prove it.”

“Oh…” She was breathless. Her words were interrupted by soft whispers against the shell of her ear. She sighed softly against his face and wrapped her arm around his broad shoulders. “Johnny.”

Through hooded eyes, he caught a glimpse of her face. Her hair, which was usually pressed, was a curly array against her floral pillows. Her forehead glistened with the faintest sheen of sweat, which only made her glow under the rays of the moonlight. Her eyes were screwed shut and her lips were just hardly parted. Softly, he said, “My pretty girl.”

He brought his lips to hers, swallowing her soft cries and gentle moans. “I love you, darlin’. Do you love me?” She whimpered weakly, tracing the ridges of his muscles with her fingers. He winced when her fingertips dug into his skin.

“Yes!” she cried out. “I love you, I love you…”

As their bodies melted into each other, tangled in a fervent embrace, they whispered declarations of love into the quiet night. The four letter word sealed the bond between them. Love. And it was so.

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yellowloid · 7 months

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he dedicated diwk to amelia again i'm

#'AMELIA. we're playing your song' 💝💞💖💓💝💓💖💗💞💝💝💕💝💓💖💓💝💗💘💖💓💝💓💖💞💓💖💖💓💞💖💞💖💝💓💖💞💗💗💖💓💝💗💘💗💖💞💘💗💖💗💘💕#SHUT UP he's so sweet i need to eat him alive #alex turner #arctic monkeys #ramblings

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hxdgins · 1 year

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i'm back and apparently it is my thing to come back from lack of editing with a dead as fuck ship in a dead fandom, but oh well.

@michaelpatrickthornton @audramcdonald I AM SO OBSESSED WITH YOU GUYS (sorry it took me over ten years to get here 🙃)

i recently finished watching private practice, started last year, the season 2 finale and 301 was more violent than expected and that was too much for me so i took an unexpected break... didn't think i'd ever continue and it took me by surprised when i did start watching it again last week... even more unexpected is my love for this ship and i know a lot of people might not like them? but they gave me the biggest buzz, the biggest smile...

when they happened it made me so damn happy? like i'm in the biggest brainrot that i've had in recent years and so i had to edit them.. i'm actually, willingly and knowingly ignoring everything that was 613, thank you to not remind me or make comments on 613 because this episode does not exist for me when it comes to naomi :)

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#gabriel fife #naomi bennett #addison montgomery #amelia shepherd #violet turner #cooper freedman #charlotte king #jake reilly #michael patrick thornton #audra mcdonald #private practice #sorry for all the tags unrelated but i am obsessed with them #Instagram

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shelbbswrites · 1 year

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I wrote about how Grey's Anatomy Season 19 will eventually see less of Meredith Grey, and "Haunted" teases that a key character and a familiar location could be why.

I also wrote a bit about how Private Practice and Seaside Health and Wellness (Violet Turner is RIGHT THERE) could have played into Meredith’s departure from Grey Sloan Memorial.

Click the link to check it out, and if you have the time, please engage with my tweet about the article — it helps more than you may realize.

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pinkyringprvnce · 22 days

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Chapters: 19/?

Fandom: Grey's Anatomy, Private Practice

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Chapter summary: Derek celebrates Audrey’s new spot on the volleyball team by taking her and her friends out for ice cream with a little surprise of his own while everyone marvels at how well Audrey’s adjusting to her new life and newfound family.

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