#the 100 x grey's anatomy

[alleiwentcrazy]

“Wow, man, that’s nasty. You should get that checked.”

Someone’s standing in the doorway, Steve’s sane enough to notice that. This someone is wearing the infamous hospital gown, is hooked to an IV, and has Nancy’s hair. Which is exceptionally weird, because Steve has always believed that no one could achieve that kind of volume. Especially while living in a hospital.

This someone is also, not unlike Steve, wrapped in several layers of dressings to shelter their burns from everything that’s bad in this world: infection, stares, more pain.

(Steve isn’t so certain about the last one, though. He sure is in a lot of pain at the moment.)

So someone is standing in the doorway, he’s positive. This someone is staring at him, their gaze curious and open, and it’s not a nurse, and it’s not a doctor. Partly that’s why Steve doesn’t believe that this person is even real at first. His visitors must wear gowns and gloves—something about it being too early to risk an infection. So despite the hair, it is not Nancy.

It’s a someone. Maybe. Probably. Steve doesn’t know—his eyes are barely open and he’s too high on painkillers to differentiate between dreams and reality. When the sweet numbness overwhelms him again, he has half a mind to say: Maybe it’s an angel, standing in my doorway.

***

As Steve’s recovery progresses (and the amount of painkillers he’s being pumped with decreases), he gets more and more aware of reality.

For starters, he learns that he’s not living some sort of fever dream. He was—is—a firefighter, who got pretty badly burned, and his sides, some parts of his belly, back and arms need very special and very expensive treatment. Hence the hospital bed, the gown, the dressings, meds, pain, et cetera. This burn center is going to be his home for the next few weeks, and Steve’s okay with that. It means that he got to save a life, even if his own was put at risk in the process.

He can live with that, definitely. With the scars and the pain, no problem. What’s killing him now is his own curiosity.

He hasn’t been seeing angels, turns out. He’s been seeing fellow patients – one patient in particular. That someone who hovered over the threshold when he first started his recovery. Steve’s been seeing him almost every day, taking slow steps across the hallway, dragging his IV behind him, the patchwork of dressings and scarring tissue changing frequently.

Without fail, each time this man passes Steve’s room, his steps slow down. Sometimes, he sends Steve a wink. On better days, Steve supposes, when the scarring on his cheek doesn’t bother him that much, he gives a flash of a smile. Even on the worst days, when walking serves as torture, he acknowledges Steve with a nod, like they know and respect each other.

Everything about him is a mystery to Steve, though. He, too, returns a small wave or a nod or anything, but he still half-believes he’s seeing things that aren’t there, so when this man with long, wavy hair and ridiculously brown eyes passes his room again, he can’t hold it back any longer.

“Beth, who’s that?” he asks. Beth, his nurse slash new hospital friend, looks over her shoulder. When she finally figures out what he means, she smiles.

“Isn’t that your angel?”

He looks at her completely mortified.

“Please, tell me you’ve just made that up.”

Beth laughs and adjusts the position of his bed. “Sorry, love. I’m afraid that everyone heard your delirious tirades about long-haired angels taking you to heaven.”

With how heavily her “everyone” implies everyone, he doesn't even have it in him to groan. He shouldn’t have listened to Robin when she told him that his high is one of the best things in the world.

***

“How come you never scream?”

Steve’s eyes have been shut tight for the whole time his doctor was poking and prodding around his wounds, but now they’re wide open and he, too, wants to ask himself that. How come he never screams? It’s the most pain he’s ever felt in his entire life. It’s ripping him apart, it’s eating him alive, it’s killing him, but he never screams.

He just keeps his eyes closed, waiting for it to be over. Thinking about Robin and his kids, about how he has to stay strong and never show fear because it’s his job to keep them safe and away from the pain even if—or maybe especially if—it comes with taking the pain on himself, bearing it, being torn by it. He keeps his eyes closed and doesn’t think about his failures or the times he was too late to save them; he keeps them shut because he knows that there are going to be more times when he’ll have to keep his eyes open to spot the danger ahead.

But his eyes are open now, open and staring at the man standing in his doorway, backlit and glowing like some non-human entity, asking him such a simple thing that will, without a doubt, make Steve circle down the drain when he’s alone again.

Steve doesn’t dare open his mouth. He’d scream if he tried, and he cannot afford to do that.

“Mr. Munson, you really shouldn’t be here right now.”

Steve shuts his eyes back again.

***

Steve’s recovery is slow, slower than anticipated. When he first got here, his doctors said he’d be able to walk soon-ish, but it’s way past “soon-ish” now and he’s still tied to his bed. It still hurts like hell, he’s still woozy from the painkillers, even though the strongest stuff is out of the question, he’s made sure of that. He’d rather feel everything than risk another embarrassing situation. Maybe it’s stupid, but that’s how it is.

Mainly, Steve just feels lonely. He’s allowed to have visitors, but they can’t stay with him as long as he’d like them to—mostly because they have lives outside of this hospital while Steve’s entire life is in this hospital. He’s lonely, he’s bored, and he’s envious out of his mind, because the man from his doorway gets his walks every day and Steve dreams of nothing but being able to move a little.

Each time Munson walks past his room, he stares. He can’t help it. He doesn’t have a mirror in here, but it’s painstakingly clear to him that he’s glaring daggers at a man that hasn’t done anything wrong. He’s just so jealous—his body aches, but it’s a different ache; it’s an ache of being still for too long. An ache of being out of the game. Steve hates being out of the game. It makes him come up with the worst possible scenarios—but he has to thank both his burns and his head trauma for the dizziness, weakness and total lack of coordination that keeps him from starting physio.

With each passing day, his stares get more daunting, but the man doesn’t stop sending him smiles and nods. He knows it’s irrational and unfair, taking out his own fears and anger on someone who can’t do anything about his situation, who’s in an equally shitty situation, actually, but he’s still working on not being mean without a reason. And it seems so harmless, because this stranger never stops smiling at him. No matter how much Steve tries, he can’t seem to convey his feelings, because Munson never stops.

It irritates him even more, enrages him to a point. When Munson smiles at him one day, Steve can’t take it anymore.

“Are you always this chirpy?” he asks, his voice dripping of malice. It disgusts him a little, makes him want to retreat—retreat far away from the version of himself that he dropped years ago, although it’s haunting him to this day. He wants to retreat, but he doesn’t. He pouts instead.

Munson stops in his tracks, raises one eyebrow. He looks amused, and it pisses Steve off.

“Your life must be quite miserable if walking around a hospital with unhealed wounds is your definition of chirpy,” Munson says. It’s supposed to sting, probably, but his smile is still there, despite his injured cheek. Steve’s pout deepens. Munson looks like a cat who got the cream. “Oof, soft spot. It’s okay, sweetheart,” he coos, looking like he’d like to lean against the doorframe, but his injured arm won’t let him. “We can be miserable—oh, sorry. Chirpy, we can be chirpy together.”

Steve doesn’t respond, he doesn’t know how. He feels warm all over. It’s not something he likes. He’d cross his arms over his chest if he could.

Munson stays silent for a moment, a smirk still playing on his lips. The quiet moment stretches out until he takes a big breath and takes a look around. “I’m Eddie, by the way. And I’m very, very late for my usual ‘walk as much as you can but be reasonable, Mr. Munson’ appointment, so I have to get going. But, uh,” he looks at Steve like he’s not sure of something for the first time in his life, even though he’s still playing along. “I could come around tomorrow, Mr…?”

“Steve,” comes the reply. Munson—Eddie smiles, again.

“Alright then, Mr. Steve. Get ready to be the chirpiest you’ve ever been.”

***

The worst thing is, it works. Steve does get chirpier.

It starts out small. Eddie just stops in front of the threshold, spits out the most random, obnoxious and seemingly nonsensical (although Steve suspects they’re all true) fact, like Did you know that cows have four stomachs? or Did you know that geckos can’t blink and they have to lick their own eyeballs to keep them from drying out? or something of sorts, and then he leaves while Steve lies in his bed, suspecting that he’s having hallucinations and fully questioning his sanity. Again.

It gets progressively worse, it does. It gets weirder. At first, Steve isn’t sure what to think of it. Eddie’s strange. He’s also a nerd. He talks in codes, his sentences are long and Steve finds it hard to follow his logic altogether from time to time. But he also makes Steve snort, sometimes even laugh—truly laugh, laugh from his belly. Eddie’s weird, but he’s Dustin-weird, Steve decides. Good-weird. Familiar-weird. Safe-weird.

He makes him feel less lonely. Steve invites him to sit beside his bed after a few days, so now Eddie comes, spits out his random nerdy facts, and they sit and talk around it until the nurses kick Eddie out for not doing his laps.

Steve’s less lonely. He’s so much less lonely he even starts missing Eddie when they’re not together—only a little, but he does. (He knows it’s dangerous. But what’s the harm in that if they’re both stuck here anyway? What’s the harm in a little hospital vulnerability?) It’s quite difficult not to miss Eddie, to be honest. Eddie makes it difficult—he listens when Steve talks, he never hesitates before explaining something when Steve doesn’t get it immediately, he’s patient, but at the same time, he talks so much. The room fills with intricate, engrossing stories and anecdotes whenever he opens his mouth.

The only moments when Steve feels even less less lonely than when he’s with Eddie is when he’s with Robin, and Robin’s the most important person in Steve’s life.

“Contraband,” Eddie says, sitting down on the edge of Steve’s bed one day. He puts something on Steve’s thing – cherry jello and a plastic spoon. His favorite. “Don’t rat me out.”

He smiles at Steve. His cheek is practically healed now; the scar isn’t as big as Steve imagined it from afar, but it sure as hell must have been a menace to get it more or less healed. That’s the only thing they don’t talk about. How they got here, how they got their scars. They support each other through it, but they never dwell.

At least Eddie doesn’t. Steve’s sure everyone knows his story – people love when firefighters let themselves get burned to a crisp while trying to save somebody else, after all, and gossip spreads around the hospital with the speed of plague.

“And get my best dealer behind bars?” Steve asks and scrapes a spoonful of jello from the cup. “They never have cherry. You’re the only one that seems to know where they store it.”

Eddie grins devilishly and leans a bit further. “Do you want to know a secret?” he asks and Steve mumbles something unintelligible in response. “I used to deal,” Eddie says. Steve’s not sure if he does it on purpose or not, but he starts playing with the hem of Steve’s sock, his fingers barely brushing the skin on Steve’s calf. It tingles, but he doesn’t mind.

Steve’s brows go up. “Is that how you got here?” he risks, not really knowing why. He’s not that curious—but it’s the scar on Eddie’s face that’s been haunting him for ages now. So different from his own forming scars, yet, in principle, the same.

Eddie’s face gets softer. Steve can’t recognize the expression properly, it’s different from Eddie’s usual, mischievous smirk. It’s quiet for the longest time, so quiet Steve thinks he’s going to choke on his jello from build-up pressure.

“I’m gay,” Eddie says, suddenly, his voice totally cool and leveled while Steve—

“I’m bi,” he blurts out in response, practically out of breath. To his absolute horror, Eddie chuckles.

“Well, that’s useful,” he says around his crooked smile, “but that’s not what I meant.”

When he points at his face, everything clicks. Steve tries to control his face, but the realization is too sudden.

“What?” he asks before he can think better of it.

Eddie shrugs. His expression is unreadable, but he isn't looking at Steve anymore, his eyes fixed on his own fingers that are still playing with Steve’s sock.

“My band has this one place for gigs that we all don’t really like, but they actually pay us some money. I’ve always thought that it’s enough – this and my arrogance, anyway – enough to scrape by. I’m not too cagey about being gay, and I wanted to spite them, I guess, show them that they can’t win,” he looks up. He looks sad, almost defeated, as much as Steve hates it. “They got their way, as you can see. Tried to pour something on me when I was leaving the stage, but they fucked up, both in terms of chemistry and their aim. It didn’t get me as bad as it could have, so I guess I won anyway.”

Eddie smiles again, but it reaches nowhere near his eyes. He looks so sad, so hurt, and Steve’s so, so angry. It’s easy for him to turn to anger, it’s easy and it’s freeing and he suddenly feels bigger and stronger than he really is, because he wants to destroy something, anything—but he’s not a fighter. He’s a protector. He’s not Nancy; he’s Steve. No matter how hopeless, how betrayed he feels, he doesn’t want to hurt. He wants to heal and save.

“It’s not your fault,” he says, afraid it’s too dumb and too obvious.

“I know,” Eddie replies impassively, looking at him from underneath his too long bangs.

“You said you wanted to spite them. But it doesn’t matter, it’s not your fault,” he drills. Eddie opens his mouth again, but before he gets to say anything, Steve squeezes his knee and looks at him intently. “It’s not,” he insists. “Whatever you said or did, it never mattered. They would have done it even if you’d praised them, you were never the problem.”

Eddie scoffs, but it’s not malicious. His eyes are a little bit glassy. “So you’re saying I’m perfect?”

For some reason, Steve doesn’t have a problem with reading that. Please, let’s not talk about it now. Then foreign fingers graze his own, and he gets it. Thank you, though.

Steve sighs, something tugging at the corners of his lips. The change of topic makes this both heavier and lighter at the same time. He flicks his spoon at Eddie and aims perfectly between his eyebrows.

“Bring me more jello tomorrow and maybe I’ll grace you with saying that out loud.”

“So you’ve thought—”

“Shut up, Eddie.”

Their fingers intertwine in the silence that follows. They look at each other like they can see each other and suddenly, Steve feels the weight of this moment. They’re not strangers anymore—maybe they have never been strangers. Maybe this was meant to happen from the very beginning. He most probably wasn’t seeing angels a few weeks back, but whatever it was that he saw hovering over his threshold, it’s just entered his house and is, hopefully, planning to stay for longer.

#tw for homophobia mention towards the end!! #pining #ok no guys. i do not know what this is lol #matching scars #it's their trope.... in every universe #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #stranger things #st4 #steddie fic #steve x eddie #firefighter steve #modern au #hospital au #god how is that a thing #listen. i did the research but i've also watched too many episodes of grey's anatomy for my own good so this is 100% not accurate #let me live out the delusions #i've been scribbling down bits and pieces of this one for so long it just needs to see the light of day

[swiftsdelucaa]

 Hi, can you do a meredith grey x reader where meredith can’t decide who to pick between reader and Derek. Then she makes her decision once she sees her come into the hospital after she gets injured? Please?

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𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: Meredith Grey x f!reader ♡

𝘼/𝙣: Sorry for the wait 🙏This was a good idea anyway anon, I hope you'll enjoy this!!

Even though your relationship didn't last long, this girl could make you feel so damn good. Meredith Gray is one of those people you never wanted to lose.

Everything seemed to be fine, but then... he came along. Derek Shepherd, one of the world's most famous neurosurgeons who would come to work in the same hospital as you. Well that's great. But beyond that he was also Meredith's ex-boyfriend, and since he'd arrived she'd gotten weird.

She had begun to behave differently with you, and when you found out why you immediately felt like a useless object. Did she still love him?

Herself had declared that she didn't know. She said that it had been one of her most important relationships to her, and that ending it had been so hard. And she was probably retrying everything right now. You didn't even know if still believe her when she told you to care about you.

Sometimes meetings between you, Meredith and Derek happened so embarrassing that you would want to disappear from the whole world. More you got to know him, more he just seemed like an asshole, you had no idea how could Meredith fell for someone like that.

Since she didn't intend to do anything to change the situation you decided to walk away from her. She seemed to have noticed it, so when she saw you she often tended to follow you to try to talk to you, and you couldn't take it anymore.

"Y/n, please, wait!" you heard her voice coming from behind you as you went down the stairs.

"What do you still want to me?" you addressed her in a rather annoyed tone.

"Y/n, I really care about you, you must believe me, but-"

"But what?" you interrupted her. "Meredith, I'm the last person in the world who's going to tell you what to do and stop you from being happy. If being with Derek is what you want, go. I'm not going to stay here and wait forever for a person who doesn't even know what wants and playing with other people's feelings. I knew what I wanted, and it was just to be with you, but sadly it doesn't always go as hoped..." you could see the tears in her eyes before you could walk away. As difficult as it's been, it was the only solution, but it hurt you badly.

From that moment the only thing you waited for was the end of the day to go home. You would have sat on the sofa and started drinking to forget all this crap.

You left the hospital, went to your car and you've gone. You were just calmly continuing on your way, the sun was bothering your eyesight, so you reached over to get to your bag and get your sunglasses, but you just dropped everything. You huffed and turned for a moment to gather everything up, sorted yourself out, and immediately you saw the car in front of you stopped. You pressed your foot quickly on the brake, but since you would never be able to stop in time you swerved sharply. You couldn't even see where you had crashed as you hit your head for the impact, and after that you didn't remember anything.

When you woke up you were so confused, everyone was around your stretcher. You wanted to try to say something, but you felt like you didn't quite have the strength.

You were hearing them talk about a possible concussion, when all of a sudden you started getting severe pain in your abdomen, and everyone leaned over having heard you moan.

"Possible internal bleeding, let's take her to the operating room, right now!" they began to take you away, while you still looked around and the pain took over. Then you saw her, Meredith. She seemed to freeze completely at the sight of you like this. But it was certainly not the right time to think about this.

The surgery had gone well fortunately, now you were alone in a depressing room to say the least. You felt your head pounding, but at least the rest of the pain was under control.

"Y/n" you turned to see Meredith near the edge of the door. "Can I enter please?" there was nothing you could do to stop her being stuck in a hospital bed, so you just nodded.

"How are you?" she sat next to you.

"I've been better..."

"I'm so sorry" her gaze was sad.

"Well it's my fault, I got distracted for a second..."

A strange atmosphere had formed in the room, accompanied by an awkward silence.

"Y/n, I- I've never been really good with new experiences..."

"Meredith, we don't have to talk about it now-"

"No, please listen to me. I've never been good with it, and for me with Derek it's been very important. But there's nothing between us anymore, and knowing you it's been one of the best thing until now. I want you with me, I chose you, and I'll always choose you" these words lit up your face and your mind, almost making you feel better. You flashed her a big smile and she shook your hand.

"If I knew it would take an accident to make you say it, then I would have done it long ago" you both laughed.

"Shut up!" she looked at you smiling and gave you a little kiss on your forehead.

#meredith grey #meredith grey x reader #meredith grey imagine #greys anatomy #grey's anatomy #greys anatomy imagine #greys anatomy x reader #y/n #fanfics #my writing #requests #thanks again for 100 followers!!!

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you can hear it in the silence. you can feel it on the way home. you can see it with the lights out.

eliza’s top 100 ships 50/100: derek sherperd + meredith grey

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Masterlist

prompt list: -> here

“rules”: -> here

Shows & Characters:

Criminal Minds:

Any character

Jennifer “JJ” Jareau:

Two hearts collide

A baby for Christmas

Once Upon A Time:

Regina Mills (favorite to write in like love/wife stories)

Scars for Love pt. 1, pt. 2

Until My Last Breath

Out at Sea

Running Back to You

Emma Swan

Other characters

Wednesday:

Larissa Weems:

Always You, pt. 2, pt. 3

Give You Everything

Morticia

other characters per request

Marvel CU:

Natasha Romaoff:

You’re Not Alone

Dark Nights

Maria Hill:

You are the Calm to my Chaos

Steve Rogers

Thor Odinson

When Lightning Strikes

Bucky

DC Universe:

Diana Prince

Lena Luthor

When the Sky Falls

When the Sun Sets on Us

Arthur Curry(Aquaman)

A Royal Bloodline

Grey's Anatomy:

Arizona Robbins:

If I Just Lay Here?

Already Taken

You’re my Comfort

The Shooting(request)

Next Time We’re Driving

My House, My Rules

Snowed In

Callie Torres

A Superstar with a Scalpel

Addison Montgomery:

Code Black

Supply Closets & Satin Sheets

Some other characters but those are primary

X-Files:

Dana Scully (obvi):

You Remembered(prompt)

True Temptation

Fox Mulder

Others are special request

Desperate Housewives:

Lynette Scavo

Bree Van de Kamp

To love again(request)

Other wives and some other characters can be special request

Law & Order SVU:

Olivia Benson (The only right answer for a wife)

Something to Fight for...

ED(request)

other taskforce members

Rizzoli and Isles:

Jane Rizzoli:

That Thin Line pt. 1, pt. 2

Maura Isles:

Drown Our Problems

When the Music Fades

Frankie or Tommy Rizzoli

Scream:

Sidney Prescott:

We All Scream Sometimes pt. 1, pt. 2

Orange is the New Black:

Alex Vause:

Ex-Lovers (request)

The 100:

Clarke Griffin:

Takes a Village

Abby Griffin

Octavia Blake

Game of Thrones(GOT):

A Rightful Heir

Crossovers:

(Criminal Minds) x (X Files), Pt. 2

There are some things I just won't write for but I do case by a case basis, I will put warnings if there is anything I view as may be triggering. Please give me more shows or characters to write for, I'm begging you! most fics are reader x character, some involve pregnancy and marriage but they will mostly be one-shots.

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So I’m starting to take writing requests :)

I’m open to any fandoms (that I have an understanding of).

Will also take non fandom requests.

No smut please <3

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[ltbelanna]

GREY’S ANATOMY MEREDITH GREY & NICK MARSH IN SEASON 19

-Diamonds in the rough, is that what you’re saying? -I am. And I see something in all of them.

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Bleeding Heart

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Summary:

They say love comes in many forms, for you it came, chew you up, spat you out, and left you a broken mess. It looks like it might have returned, gods know how you'll handle it this time.

Pairings:

Mark Sloan x Male!Reader

Tags:

Angst | Getting Back Together | Eventual Fluff | Exes to Friends to Lovers | Nosy Interns | Canon Divergence (Because I'm Too Lazy To Keep Track Of Canon)

Status: Ongoing

Author's Note:

I couldn't help myself, the opportunity to write some more angst for Mark was too good to miss, don't worry it will get fluffy and happy at some point, but before that, we must trudge through the tears, fighting, and anger. Also, I have no idea when this happens in the timeline, don't expect 100% canon because I'm too lazy to take notes.

Do not expect 100% medical accuracy, I am not a doctor and there's only so much you can Google before it starts raising alarm bells. The chapter titles are supposed to be a poem I concocted while planning this series, so enjoy that mess.

Updated Jan 1, 2023

Chapter 1: Cheater, Cheater, Pumpkin Eater

Unlike Addison, you were far less keen to move up shop and coexist with your ex, his lover, and Derek - well, Derek, you could deal with, he and you both went through the same thing but all the same, you’d rather go the rest of your life without ever seeing Mark’s face.

Chapter 2: Almost Had a Husband, but Couldn’t Keep Him

“I care, your sister cares, Derek cares, Richard—” “If Richard cared, he wouldn’t have made me work with Mark,” you interjected, “and if Addison cared, she wouldn’t have…she….” you divulge into blabbering as the feeling of hurt resurfaces again. The tears start up, and no amount of harsh rubbing will get rid of them. You hold your head in your hands, then throw the bottle against the wall; it shatters into pieces as you start laughing.

Chapter 3: Took Another, Thought He Loved Her

Izzie takes a step back, nudging George, she gestures between you and Mark, but he doesn’t have a response - besides, there was tension in the air; Mark shuffled every so often, hands folding over themselves repeatedly as you kept your gaze glued anywhere but him. The elevator is taking its time, and George prays that the power doesn’t go out; his prayers are answered when the door opens; you and Mark go your separate ways. “That was….awkward..” Izzie mutters.

Chapter 4: Now He’s Sad, And Wants His First Love Back

The ice pack by his head was upheld by one arm as the other tipped the ice-cold water into his mouth. He’d thanked you, then promptly dropped his head onto the counter, passing out again. You think that’s when you looked at him and decided he was it for you - that and also the bird’s nest of a hair he donned.

Chapter 5: You’re Not So Quick To Love Again

You try to ignore the apparent looks of curiosity you garner from the rest of the staff; word of your possible reconciliation has no doubt already become the top story - it’s more monotonous; if anything, there are moments when Mark almost does something out of habit but stops himself almost immediately. You almost fall into familiar patterns as well, and by the end of the first day of the trial run, you’re adequately exhausted.

Chapter 6: Broken Hearts Take Time to Mend

Chapter 7: It Makes The Wait All Worth The While

Chapter 8: One More Dance, Another Chance

Chapter 9: Me and You, Together Again

#mark sloan x reader #mark sloan x male reader #grey's anatomy imagine #male reader #don't expect 100% medical accuracy because you're not gonna get that here and I'm not a doctor

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Will you cry if I let go? - EMILY & IVY

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New Fics: 5/16/22, 5/17/22, & 5/18/22

5/16/22: Fandom: Bones (TV) Pairing: B&B Title: Breaking the Habit

Fandom: Grey's Anatomy Pairing: Gizzie Title: Possibilities

Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer (TV) Pairing: Daniel "Oz" Osbourne/Buffy Summers Title: Not the Same

Fandom: Grey's Anatomy Pairing: Greally Title: Too Important To Lose

Fandom: FBI (TV 2018) Pairing: Zase Title: Better With You

Fandom: FBI (TV 2018) Pairing: Stell Title: Warmth

5/17/22: Fandom: FBI (TV 2018) Pairing: OA/Kristen Title: Don't Make It Weird

Fandom: The 100 (TV) Pairing: Bellarke Title: Through the Pain

Fandom: The 100 (TV) Pairing: Linctavia Title: Good Enough

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[anemoiashifts]

100 places to shift to.

♡ 100 places to shift to from tv & movie (some of these you could consider books too). organized into categories to the best of my ability.

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fantasy.

✦ harry potter.

✦ merlin.

✦ his dark materials.

✦ narnia.

✦ good omens.

✦ percy jackson.

apocalyptic.

✦ hunger games.

✦ divergent.

✦ the walking dead.

supernatural.

✦ sabrina the teenage witch.

✦ the chilling adventures of sabrina.

✦ stranger things.

✦ supernatural.

✦ lucifer.

✦ ghostbusters.

✦ buffy the vampire slayer.

✦ angel the series.

✦ teen wolf.

✦ wolf pack.

sci-fy.

✦ doctor who.

✦ star wars.

✦ star trek.

✦ roswell.

✦ avatar.

cartoon.

✦ barbie life in the dream house.

✦ gravity falls.

✦ amphibia.

✦ the owl house.

✦ hazbin hotel.

✦ monster high.

✦ ever after high.

✦ miraculous ladybug.

✦ phineas & ferb.

✦ rick & morty.

✦ my little pony.

✦ care bears.

✦ strawberry shortcake.

✦ adventure time.

✦ star vs the forces of evil.

✦ total drama island.

✦ scooby doo.

✦ bojack horseman.

✦ fairly odd parents.

anime.

✦ hunter x hunter.

✦ sailor moon.

✦ the legend of kora.

✦ saiki k.

✦ naruto.

✦ demon slayer.

✦ cowboy beebop.

✦ little witch academia.

✦ my hero academia.

✦ pokemon.

✦ death note.

crime / mystery.

✦ bones.

✦ criminal minds.

✦ only murders in the building.

✦ sherlock.

thriller / horror.

✦ american horror story.

✦ scream.

✦ scream queens.

✦ locke & key.

drama

✦ euphoria.

✦ shadow hunters.

✦ k12.

✦ the vampire diaries.

✦ the originals.

✦ twilight.

✦ never have i ever.

✦ h2o.

✦ wednesday.

✦ glee.

✦ gossip girl.

✦ pretty little liars.

✦ grey’s anatomy.

✦ skins.

✦ riverdale.

✦ once upon a time.

✦ emily in paris.

✦ victorious.

✦ the umbrella academy.

✦ mean girls.

✦ clueless.

✦ shameless.

✦ the guilded age.

✦ bridgeton.

✦ castle.

✦ law & order.

✦ my babysitters a vampire.

action

✦ maze runner.

✦ spiderverse.

✦ cobra kai.

✦ outer banks.

✦ jurassic park.

slice of life.

✦ gilmore girls.

✦ friends.

✦ that 70’s show.

✦ boy meets world.

✦ full house.

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♡ whew this took forever to format & find shows considering im not a big tv / movie person at all. hope this helped a few people find some new dr’s !! bye bye :)

#desired reality #reality shifting #shiftblr #shifting #shifting motivation

[s0lam33y]

teach me

[surgeon!shuri x reader] series

a/n: I haven’t truly wanted to write in a very very long time so I’m so glad that I’m finally able to again. My mental health was getting in the way, anyway I hope you enjoy this mini series (yes, it’s fueled by my grey’s anatomy obsession] don’t expect this to be super long, I just want a little something fun to write.

Side note: these are unrelated to the one shots I posted (love/addiction and nothing more, nothing less) however common themes will be shown in here.

Also none of this medical stuff is 100 percent accurate, most of it is based off of google searches, I say that because if you see something and it isn’t accurate…it’s because it’s based off GOOGLE.

Character Introduction.

Shuri Udaku

[double majored in Biology and Psychology, graduated in the top 10 in Med School, has won numerous awards for her surgeries]

[36 years old] neuro-surgeon.

“You’re the best student I’ve ever had.”

played by letitia wright

Vivian Vision

[majored in chemistry, minored in Philosophy, best trauma surgeon in the state and helped the hospital rank top 10]

[35 years old] trauma surgeon.

“I care about her…check up on her for me?”

played by kehlani

Rianna Williams

[double majored in biomedical engineering and physics, smartest medical school student among her class]

[25 Years old] 1st year surgical intern.

“We’ve worked too hard, Y/N…Let’s just push through it.”

played by dominique thorne

Y/N L/N

[majored in health sciences, minored in psychology, comes from top medical school in Illinois]

[26 Years old] 1st year surgical intern.

Summary: you’ve just begun working as a surgical intern at Illinois’s top hospital, Northwestern Memorial Hospital. Ever since Highschool you’re dream has been to be a doctor and to save lives. You’ve always known that you’d face obstacles throughout Med school and your internship but you never expected one to be your own mentor.

Chapter 1: What are the Possibilities? Chapter 2:  Time and Place Chapter 3: Leave my Brain.

Chapter 4:  Worth it. Chapter 5: Earned it. Chapter 6: Preference Chapter 7: Flatline 

Chapter 8: SEE YOU AGAIN

I don't have a set time period as to when I want to update this story. The first chapter should be out soon, please be patient!

#black panther #shuri udaku #shuri x reader #riri williams #vivian vision #vivheart

[notti-stellate]

hii so I was wondering if you could write something for twilight Jacob black x reader (gender neutral)  who has a lot of health complications, and hast to take a fuck ton of medicine/vitamins and get sick a lot tyyy <33

a/n: sorry this is so short I did my best but most of my medical knowledge is from grey's anatomy and the little I know about health stuff.

Jacob Black with a s/o who has health issues head-canons

Warnings- health issues (obvi), small mentions of medicine, fainting, Jacob being an absolute simp

Would 100% go to appointments with you if you asked him (let’s hope your doctor isn’t Carlisle)

Your biggest supporter

Anything you need, all you have to do is ask

Oh you feel sick? Go lay down, he'll gladly finish whatever you were doing.

Constantly worries about if you took your meds/vitamins.

Don’t get me wrong he knows you can handle it yourself but he just needs to make sure for his sake.

If you ever happen to pass out or have any medical thing with the pack around, he is panicking. The second he’s pulled back to reality though, he turns into your own personal nurse.

After the first time he definitely calmed down and doesn’t really panic anymore 

Will 100% make sure you aren’t pushing yourself too hard 

He’s so sweet when you are having a bad day, whether it’s mentally or physically

He is happy to stay home just laying on the couch or in bed with you all day (even he needs some chill vibes, especially when the pack is so hectic)

#jacob black fluff #jacob black x reader #jacob black imagine #the twilight saga #jacob black #twilight renaissance #jacob black x you #jacob black x fem!reader #jacob black angst

[cyborg-franky]

Study Session..

Thank you to another supporter. I had fun, I haven't written a long fun pre-skip Law style fic in a hot sec. So please enjoy this <3

Law x GN Reader Modern AU SFW but suggestive in places WC: 1,250

You were in a foul mood, you hated biology with your entire being and what was worse was your friends seemed to be doing fine, great and they even went as far as to suggest a tutor to help you out. You didn't want help, you didn’t need help. But your friends reminded you that you very much needed this class to pass or you were going to fail and have to do the entire year again. And you hated that they were right.

So sucking up your pride, and getting the biggest drink you could from your favorite cafe, you sat in your dorm room waiting for this tutor. He came highly recommended by everyone who’d used him. Your best friend had even had a few private lessons with him and said he was more than worth the cost and the time. 

The phrasing had made you curious, considering as they said it they had this dumb look on their face and the hint of a blush. You didn’t think much about it though, just sipped your drink and glared out the window, eyes falling to the clock on your desk, watching the minutes tick down as your annoyance at the situation grew.

A knock at the door brought you out of it, shaking your head and standing up, not caring if you looked scruffy, just wanting to be comfy in your own space. Opening the door you stared at the man standing there.

Law quirked an eyebrow when you stood there with your mouth open, words failing to formulate as you started to imitate a fish out of water. You were suddenly aware of the state you were in, the messy hair, comfy shapeless clothes, caring very much how you looked now a very handsome man was standing at your door with a look on his face that said this person is nuts.

“Oh hey,” Wow, brilliant, what a great first impression. “Come in!” You almost pulled the door into your face as you held it open for him. You babbled out your introduction, giving your name and seeing the slight smirk on his lips.

“I know, we exchanged names in the email.” His tone was smug and you half hated it and half wanted to lay at his feet and ask him nicely to step on you. But you composed yourself, brushing some hair back, attempting to look somewhat put together, failing.

“Right, so your fucking up your class.” He started and helped himself to the one chair at your desk, leaving you to perch on the end of your bed, still fumbling over yourself, too busy staring at the dark hair, all the tattoos on show, his piercings.

You wished someone would have warned you he was hot and 100% your type. He shuffled the chair over and nodded to the chair that belonged to your roommate, he wanted you to sit by him? Was he crazy? Couldn’t he see the internal panic attack you were having over this entire thing? You didn’t want Law to use his sharp tongue again so you did as he suggested, pulling the seat over but keeping enough space between you that you wouldn’t explode at how nice he smelt.

Too late.

You took in a whiff of his cologne and tried to be cool about it. Simply taking a sigh and grabbing the big stack of books and notes. Flipping one over, his beautiful icy stare of steel grey flicked from you and over the notes. He clicked his tongue and read over the pages.

“Your handwriting, how do you ever read notes?” He commented, rolling up the sleeves of his yellow hoody and leaning on the table, using a painted nail to follow the scribble that passed as your notes. “Alright, I think I see what you are struggling with… anatomy isn’t an easy subject, there are a lot of fussy Latin names to remember and so many complex systems.” He hummed and you relaxed a little, only slightly pissed he’d insulted your handwriting.

“I manage,” You replied. You wanted to tell the handsome man to fuck off but you also very much wanted him to stick around. You were caught between a rock and a hot place it seemed, you looked at the book he opened. “Alright, this is what I always use to teach, it's handy because it simplifies things better than the crusty books the classes suggest.”

Law moved over, closer to you, his arm brushing against yours as he tapped the page, making you stare at what was written there but you struggled to think about anything other than how close he was. He snapped his fingers and you blinked, pulling your attention away from thoughts of his hands over your anatomy and down to the diagram.

“Little distracted? That’s fine, I don’t mind if you stare at me instead…” Law said, the smile on his face growing, a brow quirked as you felt the heat burn your cheeks, mouth hanging open once again. Was he hitting on you? Your pulse raced and your heart beat faster but he just chuckled. “I’m getting paid either way.” Law shrugged. 

OH! You little… you dragged yourself kicking and screaming from your thoughts of him and you kissing, rolling around on your single-person bed to fix him a narrowed glare as he chuckled, leaning back in his seat.

“Jokes aside,” He said and stood up, moving behind you.”So, I think it might be easier for you to learn the practical way…” He began, his hands resting on your shoulder. Your mind blanked as he spoke to you in that smooth deep voice, feeling his hands moving down your back, along your shoulder blades, down your arms leaving a pleasant tingle as fingertips danced over your arms.

He was trying to tell you each bone’s name in your arms, how they connected, he was trying to teach you but you were far too busy in space basking in the attention he was giving you. Making up scenarios all over again. Fighting yourself to keep your eyes open and not whimper, he must have already thought you were a complete hormone-driven idiot. 

So entranced in the touches, and the close proximity to the sexy tutor you barely registered when his hands returned to your shoulder, he leaned forward, and his warm breath danced across your ear. “And this, this is commonly known as the ‘collarbone’ Do you recall its medical name?” Law asked as diligent digits danced over your skin, sending the most wonderful shiver down your spine.

You couldn't think, struggling, just wanting to feel those firm tattooed hands drifting further down. “C-clavicle?” you breathed a sigh when he moved, just a little, hands leaving your skin. You were disappointed but you got to glance over your shoulder and see the wicked smirk on his handsome face.

“Not bad, but I think we need to spend more time together, don’t you?” He chuckled when you nodded your head, so much for not seeming too eager.

As you watched him pull out his planner, and start to write up notes you couldn’t help but wonder if he wanted more time from you because he enjoyed teasing you, enjoyed your company, or wanted more money. 

The more you watched Law, studied his face, watched his lips which seemed to be permanently curled into a smirk, you decided you didn’t care which reason it was. You knew at that point the handsome tutor had you in a chokehold.

And you wanted more.

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[swiftlark]

meet me in the afterglow.

eliza’s top 100 ships 51/100: cristina yang + preston burke

#eliza’s top 100 ships #preston burke #cristina yang #burktina #greys anatomy #burke x cristina

[drghostwrite]

Next fic voting pt 2!!

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[yelenabemylova]

Affliction - Older!Natasha Romanoff x Reader (epiphany au chapter one)

summary: after being shot multiple times in the field, natasha decides it is time to take control of her own life

warnings: blood, injury, inaccurate medical terms i learned from grey's anatomy, slight angst, age gap (nat is 36, r is 20)

"Natasha, please," you sobbed, tears streaming down your face.

"She's in v-fib, charge to 100," a doctor announced.

"Clear!" Bruce shouted as he shocked your wife with defibrillator paddles, everyone taking their hands off of her lifeless body.

Shaking, you cried aloud, "don't you dare die on me, Romanoff." Maria came over to you, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder, "it's okay, they're gonna save her."

Dr Cho grabbed her phone, "I need another two units of O-neg in trauma room 3 right now."

Bruce shocked her again, sighing in relief when the monitor began to steadily beep again, "sinus tach, we have a rhythm."

"Tasha," you hugged her tightly, being soaked by the blood spilling from her abdomen in multiple places. "Detka, I'm so sorry," she held you close to her, kissing the top of your head over and over again.

"It's okay, you're okay," you told her, but she knew you were reassuring yourself just as much, if not more. "Hey, hey, malysh. Listen to me," her hands trembled as she reached up to hold your face, blood smearing across your cheeks.

You leaned into her touch, your eyes closing as you sniffled lightly. "Everything is going to be fine, I promise. Soon, we'll be back in our bed, eating junk food and watching all of our favourite movies. Stay strong for me, pretty girl," she was soon taken away into an operating theatre, leaving you alone to pace in the waiting room.

Wanda kept you company, lending you a shoulder to cry on and supplying you with an abundance of tissues.

Time felt as though it slowed down while you waited for Natasha's return, your only source of distraction being the various members of the team coming to check on you.

Peter brought a deck of cards, letting you win every game to try to raise your spirits. You caught onto the boy's plan quickly, but didn't mention it.

Yelena pulled a gun from one of her vest pockets when a member of staff told her she couldn't bring her dog, Fanny, in. She sat on the floor with you while you wept and drifted in and out of feel, not even laughing at you once. The pain you were feeling was both understood and shared by the blonde.

A gentle hand shook you awake, dragging you into a room far too bright for your liking. Groggily, you stumbled into a sharp corner, falling to the ground in an exhausted haze.

Quiet laughter echoed throughout the room as a strong pair of arms lifted you off the floor, mumbling something about you being a 'stupid idiot' in Russian.

"Shut up, Lena," you groaned, assessing your surroundings. The source of the prior laugh was laid in a small bed, a thin blanket draped over her. Your eyes began to water, "oh god, Nat."

She beckoned you over to her, shuffling over to one side of the bed so you could squeeze in close to her side. "I thought I lost you," you kissed her cheek. "You can't get rid of me that easily, dorogoya," she tenderly brushed hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear.

Recovery wasn't easy for Natasha. All she wanted to do was get back out into the field, to which you objected strongly.

Even showering seemed to be an impossible task for her, standing for so long was too painful and she often called you in to help her. Of course, you didn't mind. You would take any excuse to admire her toned muscles, and you swore she purposefully flexed them every time she caught you trying to subtly take a look.

One evening, you found her lying in bed, white as a sheet, shivering intensely. "Nat, what's wrong?" you ran over to her, cradling her face gently. "My stomach hurts and I'm freezing," she croaked weakly.

Taking a look at her wound, your eyes widened at the sight of the infected area surrounding her sutures. "FRIDAY, get Bruce in here, right now," you held your wife's hand shakily. "Of course, Mrs Romanoff, right away," the AI replied.

"I love you," you told her as you waited in the infirmary together, afraid of what was going to happen to her. "Malyshka," she kissed your hand, "I think it's time for me to retire."

Taken aback slightly, you tilted your head, silently asking her to elaborate. "I want to stay safe and healthy for you, moya lyubov. Risking my life every other day isn't fair to you, I want us to have a stable marriage where I get to cherish every moment we share. You're the light of my life, the reason I get up every morning and the only girl I ever want in my life," her voice was strained, and she took many pauses between her words.

"I don't want you to stop doing the job you love just because of me," you told her. "It's for myself as well, I've never been able to experience a normal life. If I wasn't fighting for the red room, I was an agent here and I'm exhausted. After thirty-six years, I think I'm ready to live life the way I want to," the sincerity and pain behind her eyes made you realise that she was right, retirement seemed to be a beneficial option to both of you.

Smiling widely, you held her hand the entire time she was getting assessed by the doctors, excited for the next chapter of your life you would get to spend with her.

She was prescribed some antibiotics and soon enough, Natasha was back on her feet, struggling to find things to do when the days felt so long. The avengers were always arguing loudly, irritating her beyond insanity.

Flicking through a magazine, a large house in a small neighbourhood caught her eye. Over the course of the next few weeks, she bought the house and bought some furniture for it.

Walking into your room in the compound, your shoulders relaxed and your jaw unclenched when you saw Natasha sitting against the headboard of the bed. "Hi, pretty girl," she looked up from her book, putting her bookmark in place before beckoning you closer to her.

"I missed you, Tasha," you straddled her lap, nuzzling your face into her neck. "Are you okay?" she asked you, running her fingers through your slightly knotted hair. "The guys have too much energy," your voice was shaky, it was evident that you were overwhelmed from the interaction you had just shared with them.

Natasha felt slightly guilty, there was a perfect house ready to be lived in by the two of you but she hadn't found the right moment to tell you about it yet.

Staring into her beautiful green eyes, you felt at ease. No one compared to her, nobody in the world even came close. "I have something to show you," she picked you up, your thighs instinctively wrapping around her waist.

She took you down to the garage, helping you sit on the back of her motorcycle before driving across the city. Street lights illuminated the beautiful buildings until Natasha brought you to a slightly less bright area.

"Where are we?" you looked around at the big mansions, in awe of the sheer size of them.

"Home, detka."

#ybml writes #epiphany au #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff angst #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff x reader #x reader #fluff #tw blood #tw injury #mommy natasha #older!nat #avengers #marvel #wanda maximoff #peter parker #yelena belova #bruce banner