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Grey's text posts pt. 18

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Shock to the System

Mark Sloan x Female Trauma Surgeon (OC) Post Season 5 of Grey's Anatomy

Mark Sloan wasn’t a believer in fate. He was a believer in lucky timing, a killer smile, and the power of a great suit.

And today? Today was definitely lucky.

The woman at the coffee cart was alone, tapping a manicured finger on her phone while waiting on what looked like the most unnecessarily complicated order he’d ever heard. Cinnamon? Oat milk? A caramel drizzle?

He grinned.

She had long blonde hair tucked half-heartedly into a claw clip, a soft, oversized sweater hanging off one shoulder, and legs for days beneath fitted slacks. She looked like a lifestyle blogger wandered onto the Seattle Grace campus by accident.

Definitely not a surgeon.

Which meant she was fair game.

Mark stepped up beside her, turning on the charm. “You know, if your coffee takes longer than an appendectomy to make, that’s how you know it’s not really coffee.”

She didn’t even look up. “Or maybe it’s just how you know it’ll be good.”

His grin widened.

“I’m Mark.”

That got her attention. She lifted her head and pinned him with wide blue eyes that sparkled like mischief and caffeine. “Oh,” she said sweetly. “One of those.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Those?”

“You know.” She waved her hand lazily. “The ‘I’m Mark’ types. Strong jaw, smug smile, charming in a you-know-you-are way. Probably a doctor. Plastic surgeon? Definitely not pediatrics.”

Mark actually laughed. “Wow. That was… a disturbingly accurate personality autopsy.”

“I watch a lot of Dateline,” she replied breezily, accepting her drink with a smile. “Thanks for the diagnosis, Dr. Mark. Enjoy your lukewarm, personality-free drip coffee.”

She walked off without a second glance, sipping like she won the war.

Mark stood there, stunned into something dangerously close to impressed.

When he walked into the attendings' lounge forty minutes later, Mark was still thinking about her. Her voice. Her sass. Her mouth. What that mouth would look like saying his name—under very different circumstances.

Then Owen Hunt came in behind him and said, “Dr. Sloan, this is Dr. Cameron Blake, our new trauma attending.”

Mark turned.

There she was.

The coffee cart woman.

In scrubs. Hair pulled back properly. Badge clipped to her top. Looking tiny next to Hunt, but standing with the confidence of someone who’d held a heart in her hands and told death to wait its turn.

Mark blinked. “You’re Dr. Blake?”

She smiled slowly, like she knew exactly what was happening in his head.

“I am. And you must be Dr. Mark.”

Owen looked between them. “You two know each other?”

Cameron—Dr. Blake—sipped her coffee with that same smug satisfaction. “Briefly. He made fun of my order. I destroyed his ego. It was very bonding.”

Mark opened his mouth, but Hunt clapped a hand on his shoulder. “Play nice. She’s got trauma experience from Mercy West, Hopkins, and two years with Doctors Without Borders.”

Then he left them alone, because Owen had the social skills of a brick.

Mark turned to her, arms crossed. “You could’ve told me you were a surgeon.”

“You could’ve not assumed I wasn’t.”

“Touche.”

He leaned against the counter, studying her. She was shorter than he’d realized, but she carried herself like someone who didn’t need height to be commanding. She had this deceptive sweetness to her face—big eyes, soft voice, a smile that made people underestimate her right before she metaphorically (or literally) elbowed them in the ribs.

It was a thing. And now it was his thing.

“So, trauma?” he asked.

“Yep. Bleeding, guts, adrenaline. All the good stuff.”

“I usually try to put people back together without the guts.”

“Let me guess—boobs and butts?”

“Faces too,” he said, mock-offended. “I’m an artist, not a perv.”

She laughed, and it was a real laugh. Not polite. Not condescending. Just surprised and warm.

“I’ll keep that in mind, Dr. Sloan.”

Over the next week, Mark tried to get her out of his head—and failed spectacularly.

She was everywhere. In the pit, calling trauma codes with blood on her gloves and fire in her voice. In the attendings’ lounge, stealing the last clean mug and grinning at him like it was a game. In the OR board, somehow already on everyone’s radar for being good.

Bailey liked her. Hunt respected her. Callie said, “She’s a chaos gremlin and I adore her.”

Meredith, of course, said, “She’s like if Izzie had Cristina’s backbone.”

And that was the thing—she was soft and sharp, pretty and ruthless, warm and smart enough to see through every line Mark tried.

She didn’t avoid him. But she didn’t fall for his usual flirt-and-flatter routine either.

And that just made him want her more.

It finally came to a head on a Thursday.

They were in an elevator, post-trauma, both covered in blood. He had a tear in his scrub top. She had a smear across her cheek she hadn’t noticed.

Mark looked over at her and said, “You’ve got something…”

She turned her cheek toward him automatically.

Instead of wiping it with a sleeve, he used his thumb, brushing the streak gently. Too gently. It lingered a second longer than it needed to.

Cameron blinked.

“…Thanks,” she said.

He didn’t move back.

“You’re dangerous, Dr. Blake.”

“I’ve heard.”

“You pretend to be all sunshine and cinnamon. But you’ve got knives in your smile.”

“And yet you keep showing up.”

“Maybe I like the danger.”

The elevator doors opened. She didn’t move.

Then she leaned closer, just an inch. Close enough that he could smell her—coffee, shampoo, and adrenaline.

“I’m not interested in being another name in your phone, Mark.”

“What if I said I want to learn your coffee order instead?”

She stepped out of the elevator, walking backward.

“Then I’d say I hope you like cinnamon oat milk with a caramel drizzle.”

She winked.

Mark stood there in the elevator, watching the doors close between them with the slow grin of a man who’d just found his favorite challenge.

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Falling for her - Amelia Shepherd

Hey loves

This is my first story, so I'm pretty nervous also I'm sorry about my grammar, English isn't my first language

This story takes place during the second season but there are small changes, like Derek and Addison divorced before Derek came to Seattle so Addison won't be coming to Seattle for Derek because Richard asked her to (it will be important for the plot), lexie. The storyline in my story doesn't match Grey's one.

Amelia will work as an attending with Derek, also she's not the youngest shepherd and she is younger than Derek by only a few years. Derek and Meredith are not dating because of the rule (nobody cared about that but ok

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1. New start

There was a voice on the plane telling us to buckle up because we were landing, finally, I thought to myself. Flying more than 6000 km is exhausting. After the plane landed successfully, I put on my backpack and collected my baggage. When I got out of the airport, a cold wind greeted me, it's chilly here, I should take a taxi. There were many taxis on the other side of the road, I took my suitcase and slowly walked to the other side, there were about 5 taxis parked there, which one should I choose? Never mind, I chose the first one I stood by.

"Could you take me to Queen Anne at 303 Comstock Street?"

The taxi driver just nodded, is every American so grumpy? All the way there was silence in the car, but I didn't mind, I was looking out the window and admiring the world around me the whole time. I can't believe it, I'm truly here, Seattle was gorgeous, and there were people all over the place, which was a big difference from my home. When the car stopped on my street, the driver turned to me and in a cold voice said, "It would be $40." I pulled my wallet out of my pocket, full of US dollars, to make sure I had enough money. I must have grabbed a little more than I needed since I could barely close my wallet.

I handed him a $50 bill. "You can ke-" He didn't even let me finish and grabbed it from my hand, then pointed to the door. At that moment, I felt like hitting him. I grabbed my stuff, and as soon as I reached for the door, his car quickly started and sped off.

"Dick"

I looked around to see where I was, and after taking stock of my situation I realized I was lost, fuck, I should have seen what the house looked like before. I mean, what normal person wouldn't look at the house they're buying, yeah, I didn't look. I only have his address. So I'll try to ask someone. The street was quiet, with hardly any people to be seen outside. It was probably because everyone was still at work. However, a woman was walking on the sidewalk. She looked tired, but it seemed like she was my only option.

"Sorry to bother you, miss, but can you tell me where house number 302 is located?"

She looked at me with a surprised smile. "Oh, that's the house right next to mine. You must be my new neighbor. I'm Meredith Grey" She offered me her hand in greeting. Okay, it looks like Americans aren't so bad after all. I shook her hand. "Lena Anderson, nice to meet you" My accent was a bit stronger, I still have to get used to it.

"You're not from here, are you?" I shook my head "No, I just moved here." She looked at me with an even bigger smile. "Cool, come with me. I'll show you where you live."  And with that, she takes my hand. Are Americans always this friendly? We walked for a while and then stopped in front of a pretty big house. Wow, I think I made a good purchase.

"Thank you Meredith for helping me, you saved my life."

"It's okay, I'm glad I met you. Maybe we could hang out sometime, perhaps go to a bar or something?"

"Deal," I said and waved her off, picked up my keys, and opened my new home. Wow, this house is huge!  Large kitchen, beautiful living room, 3 bedrooms, and 2 bathrooms. This place is amazing! After unpacking and enjoying a warm shower, I settled into the beautifully modern living room, complete with a large TV and a PS5. Since I was a child, I have always enjoyed playing video games. I brought my PS5 here, and it provides great fun while helping me relax from reality. I prepared my favorite fruit tea and turned on the music on the TV. I grabbed my laptop and opened my email to check for any important updates. I was eagerly waiting for news about my job and had also applied for internship programs at hospitals in Seattle. My school grades are excellent, and I have valuable work experience back home in Europe. However, I understand that this may not guarantee anything.

I've got about 30 emails popping up, mostly some ads I should clean up, I started to slowly delete them one by one so I wouldn't accidentally delete something important. until I get an e-mail from Seattle Grace Hospital. I opened it and started reading.

 "You have been accepted into our residency program"

I screamed at the top of my lungs, I couldn't believe it, it's like a miracle, I love my life. In the email, there was additional information, such as salary, hours, and more. I am supposed to start in two days, so I might as well inform Meredith. She could at least assist me in getting oriented here. I changed into something more social, grabbed my keys, and went to see my neighbor.

knock, knock

After a while, some guy opened the door. "Oh, hi? Is Meredith there?" He was a little confused, but he called out to Meredith, who came to the door.

"Hey Meredith, sorry to bother you again, but as you said we could meet sometime. If you don't have plans for tonight, maybe we could hang out?"

"Hey, Len, I was just thinking about you, join us, I'll introduce you to my friends" She led me to her living room, where I saw two other people. They looked nice.

"Everybody, this is Lena, my new neighbor. Lena, these are my friends and roommates. George and Izzie"

"Hi"

"Hello"

"Nice to meet you all." I was a little nervous, but after two hours of talking and drinking, I felt like I had made new friends. Meredith and Izzie were great, funny and George was George. Such a nice guy. But I get the feeling he's secretly in love with Meredith, he looks at her like she's a god. It is very easy to make fun of him but in a good way.

"Where do you work? Your house is huge but it must have cost a lot." George asks me

"Well, actually I bought it before I had a job"

"WHAT? ARE YOU RICH?" Izzie and Meredith shouted at the same time

"Well kind of, but now I got a job in a hospital in their program an-"

"Are you a doctor? and in seattle grace?" George quickly cut me off

"Yeah? What's the problem??"

"We work there too! me, mer, izzie and our other friends like cristina and alex"

"So, Are we colleagues?"

"YES!" Everyone in the room screamed.

"Wow, that's really impressive. Is there a bar where we can celebrate?" I asked

"Let's meet at Joe's Bar tomorrow as we always do after work." Meredith said

"If you show me where it is, we can definitely..."

I stayed at Meredith's place for about an hour and then left to go home. I changed into comfortable pajamas, sat on my bed, and picked up the book. I decided on something a little more interesting: "Haunting Adeline." (😏) I was reading for about two hours before my eyes started to close, so I put the book down, turned off the light, and closed my eyes.

AN: Wow, that was my first chapter. I apologize for every mistake, but I'm trying yk...I'm happy for every response and comment also if you have any questions, just ask. I'd be happy to answer them.

PS: By the way, if you want to read more, you can check out my Wattpad or Ao3, where my story is already uploaded.

xx

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Just some cute clippings from the dino fury comic panels that I found :3

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♡Happy International Pet Day♡

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"Power Rangers Cosmic Fury" opening credits

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Random Grey's Anatomy Opinions (Part Four)

Arizona, Callie, Meredith, and Jo's short hair/bob eras were amazing, but Amelia's was so bad. Meredith's bangs era was also really bad, but Lexie's was really amazing (but then again, Lexie slayed in every hair era). Bailey and Maggie's season 19 hair styles were so pretty, and I bow down to the hair hair department for that. Simone's original curly hair was gorgeous, but I wasn't sure how to feel about her shorter and straighter hair, and I still have mixed feelings about it.

Even disregarding my dislike for Owen, Teddy's relationships with Koracick and Henry (say his name, Teddy!) were so much better and so much more compelling.

Eliza was not that bad of a character when she first started and people were definitely being so immature to her, but she did end up a really bad character (especially when she didn't tell anyone that Stephanie was missing).

Numerous dynamics that should've lezzed out at least once: Teddy & Cristina, Meredith & Cristina, Lexie & April, Addison & Meredith, April & Arizona, Cristina & Callie, Arizona & Herman, April & Cristina, Callie & Addison, Bailey & Addison, Jo & Stephanie, Lexie & Amelia.

Everyone guilt-tripping Meredith about leaving the hospital in season 18 was so immature and stupid because not only was it inconsiderate of Meredith's feelings, but it also indicated that the entire hospital would completely collapse without this one singular doctor.

Meredith is by no means the worst character, but she certainly isn't the best either.

While Amelia should've gotten to say goodbye to Derek and she had a right to be upset that she didn't get to, I can't really blame Meredith because her entire world turned on its axis and she was trying her hardest to keep herself together for her kids (and we all know Meredith is a constant mess on a good day).

In the early seasons, Izzie was a great, complex character (besides her really weird misogynistic hatred for Callie), but was quickly ruined when she slept with George and just went downhill after that.

Breaking up Winston and Maggie was a stupid decision because they were so cute, but I do understand that they had a lot of problems because Maggie and Winston did not really seem to know each other after their marriage.

Whenever the show brings out a new batch of interns, the show kind of shoots itself in the foot because it tries to balance the stories of the old cast and the new cast, but with more and more cast being accumulated, there's just not enough attention for the new members, so the general audience cares much less about them (there are exceptions with characters like Jo and Schmitt becoming fan favorites).

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okay i don’t like jo and link either but yall forget she also said that alex was like her brother at the beginning of their friendship too… so you can’t be like “jo woukd never say she love him back in real life, she said he was like her brother”. yall greys is one of the least realistic doctor shows ever…

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grey’s anatomy masterlist

addison montgomery

alexander "alex" karev

alexandra "lexie" grey

amelia shepherd

andrew deluca

arizona robbins

calliope "callie" torres

cristina yang

derek shepherd

isobel "izzie" stevens

jackson avery

mark sloan

meredith grey

theodora "teddy" altman

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I just wanted to put these together... for the ✨FEELS✨

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Grey's text posts pt. 20

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Shock to the System - Part 3

Mark Sloan x Dr. Cameron Blake (OC)

Mandatory. Black tie. No exceptions.

That was the subject line of the Chief’s email.

Cameron had groaned when she read it—halfway through her third energy drink in a 24-hour shift. She wasn’t the “ballgown and champagne flute” kind of girl. Give her scrubs, trauma shears, and a burrito any day.

But Callie had lit up the moment she found out. “Oh, we’re going full glam,” she declared. “You’re going to destroy.”

Cameron rolled her eyes. “You’re acting like I’m about to walk a red carpet.”

“Correction: You’re about to walk into a room full of surgeons who think you sleep in Crocs. This is your moment.”

It turned out Callie was right.

When Cameron walked into the hotel ballroom that night, five feet of blonde bombshell in a floor length, slinky black gown with a thigh-high slit, soft curls, smoky eyes, and sky-high stilettos—everything stopped.

Conversations faltered. Glasses paused halfway to lips.

People stared.

Not because they were being rude. But because they were seeing her for the first time.

They were used to the petite trauma surgeon in ponytails and sarcasm, barking orders while covered in blood. Not this.

And certainly not her arm in arm with Callie Torres, striding in like they owned the place.

Somewhere near the bar, Cristina muttered, “Damn. She has legs?”

Arizona choked on her wine.

Alex Karev caught her halfway to the table.

“Blake?” he said, doing a slow, exaggerated once-over. “I thought you were one of the interns.”

Cameron smirked. “I get that a lot.”

He raised an eyebrow. “What’d you do, stand on a box?”

She shot him a look, adjusting her clutch. “Nope. I brought out the big heels tonight. I’m five-five. Fear me.”

Alex barked out a laugh. “You’re still half a Karev. What do you want, a cookie?”

“I’ll take a martini,” she said breezily. “With vodka and validation.”

They bickered playfully for a bit, tossing insults like old friends. Alex had a soft spot for her, though he’d never admit it. She reminded him of Izzie if Izzie had been meaner.

He nudged her with his elbow. “So where’s your shadow?”

“My…?”

“You know.” He nodded across the room. “McStarey over there.”

Cameron followed his gaze—and froze.

Mark Sloan was standing by the silent auction table, mid-conversation with Derek and Owen. But he wasn’t talking anymore.

He was staring at her.

Jaw slightly slack. Scotch forgotten in his hand.

She’d seen Mark look at a lot of women. Hell, she’d seen him flirt with half the nursing staff on a Tuesday. But she had never seen him look like that.

Like he didn’t have a single thought in his head except her.

Cameron cleared her throat and turned back to Alex. “You’re imagining things.”

Alex snorted. “Sweetheart, the entire room is imagining you and Sloan against a wall.”

She kicked him lightly with her stiletto. “Rude.”

“True.”

The fundraiser was one of those overly fancy affairs where the wine was overpriced, the food was underseasoned, and the mingling was exhausting.

Cameron spent most of it chatting with Meredith and Callie, who kept nudging her every time Mark looked their way.

“Okay, he’s fully malfunctioning,” Meredith murmured during the opening speech. “You broke Sloan.”

Callie sipped her drink. “Good. Let him suffer.”

Cameron fidgeted with the stem of her wineglass. “Why am I nervous? This is Mark.”

“Because Mark Sloan flirts with everyone,” Callie said. “But he only looks at you like that.”

Around nine, when people were buzzing with champagne and silent auction competitiveness, Cameron stepped out onto the hotel balcony for air.

The night was cool. The music was softer out here, faint through the glass doors. She leaned on the railing, closing her eyes for just a second.

Then she heard footsteps behind her.

She knew it was him before he said anything.

“Hey.”

Cameron turned her head slowly, and God help her, Mark Sloan in a black tux might have been the most dangerous version of him yet.

She didn’t let it show.

“Hey, yourself.”

He stopped beside her, leaning against the railing. “You clean up well.”

She arched a brow. “That’s the line?”

He smirked. “I’m trying to be respectful. You’ve made it very difficult.”

“You’re usually not this subtle.”

“I’m usually not this surprised.”

She tilted her head. “Surprised?”

Mark looked at her, the way he always did when the jokes dropped away. “Cam… You walked in tonight and I forgot how to breathe.”

Her stomach did a slow somersault.

“I didn’t know you even owned heels,” he added.

“I didn’t know you had that tux without blood on it.”

“Touche.”

They stood in silence for a beat.

Then he glanced down at her. “People are talking, you know.”

“Oh, I know. Karev told me.”

“Half the hospital has a betting pool.”

Cameron snorted. “What’s the line?”

“Next week’s trauma board,” he said dryly. “I think Lexie’s running the pot.”

She shook her head, laughing softly. “What do they think is happening?”

He leaned a little closer. “Depends. You want to give them something to talk about?”

Her breath caught.

But then—as always—she smiled instead of leaning in. “Where’s the fun in that? Let them wonder.”

Mark looked at her for a long moment. Then nodded slowly. “Cruel.”

“Or strategic.”

He chuckled, but it was low, quiet. Not his usual swagger-laugh. This one sounded a little dangerous.

She looked back at the skyline, the city glittering beyond the balcony.

“It’s kind of nice, though,” she said.

“What is?”

“This.” She motioned between them. “Being… us. Whatever we are.”

Mark nodded. “I like it.”

“No pressure. No expectations. Just…”

“Slow.”

“Exactly.”

He was quiet for a moment. “But not too slow, right?”

She smiled, then looked up at him with teasing eyes. “Depends. How high are those heels?”

“Five inches.”

He stepped closer. “So you’re almost tall enough to kiss me.”

Cameron’s heart skipped.

She didn’t move.

Neither did he.

They just stood there—on the edge of something electric, sparking against the backdrop of string lights and murmured laughter from inside.

And finally, Mark said softly, “You tell me when, Cam. I’ll wait.”

She blinked up at him, stunned for half a second.

Then smiled.

“Okay.”

Back inside, Alex passed Meredith a folded napkin.

“Ten bucks says Sloan breaks in two weeks.”

Meredith smirked. “I give her one.”

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I just found this CUTEST behind the scenes clip of DF’s Halloween episode and just the CHAOS. So have gifs—

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