#derek shepard

[sunlightgalaxy]

GREY'S ANATOMY OUT OF CONTEXT (II)

[slvt4em1lyprenti2s]

Hi hi ! I was wondering if you would do Amelia Shepherd x fem reader fic where R is the third twisted sister to Cristina and Mer, Amelia and reader have been in a relationship in secret for a while because they afraid of Mer’s reaction. They finally tell her and she gets protective of R but at the end she is very supportive and protects them against a patient’s hate comment? Xoxo

You’re dating my sister?

Summary: see req above!

Pairings: Amelia Shepherd x fem!reader

fluff, slight angst, homophobia, use of a homophobic slur

Word Count: 1.04k

NOT PROOFREAD

SET WHEN MEREDITH DIDNT LIKE AMELIA MUCH IN THE BEGINNING

Reader pov:

One year. One whole year me and Amelia have been dating for. It’s crazy how fast time feels when you’re in love, I do t know what I’d do without her. The only issue is my best friends, Cristina and Metrdith. Not that I’m afraid of their answer, well. I’m not staid if Cristina’s answer.

Meredith’s husband happens to be my girlfriend brother. It’s a minor detail, and you know, Meredith isn’t the biggest fan of said sister. Me and ames have talked it over and we’re going to tell people soon, but leave Mer till last, what could go wrong right?

Cristina went wrong.

“Hey! Cristina!” I whisper yelled across the nurses station.

“If you have another twisted-sisters-almost-died-or-had-a-traumatic-event drama to tell me save it for after my surgery. Please.” She sighed out.

“No it’s not that I have to tell you something. But you can not, and I mean can not, tell mer.“ I insist

“Dann what did you do screw her sister or something?”

I stay silent at this and her eyes go wide. “Oh. My. God. No you did not.”

I nod my head profusely and respond “We’ve been dating for a year Cristina. Me and Amelia, what am I supposed to tell her?!” I start to panic just thinking about all the different ways this could go wrong.

“Ohh I have no idea! Good luck, you’re gunna need it, oh and tell me when you’re telling her so I can watch.” I rolled my eyes as she walked away from me towards the OR to scrub in.

I walk to my patients room pondering ways to tell mer about me and Amelia, it was going to be a long day.

Amelia pov:

“Derek! Come here!” I call out to him across the neuro floor.

“What do you need I’ve got a surgery with Yang in like, 2 minutes?” He says looking bored before I even start talking.

“Hey you could at least act interest in what I’m about to say, oh and don’t tell mer yet. Please.” His interest was piqued at this so he gave me a look as if to say ‘keep going you’ve got me hooked’ so I continued “Me and y/n have been dating for a year, and we are o my just telling people ad were scared how mer will react because she’s not exactly my biggest fan as of right now and her and y/n/n, and Cristina obviously, are like twisted sisters or whatever.” I took a breather after sayibg all that and my brother just looked like he wanted to laugh in my face.

“Well, good luck!” He smiled and walked off to the OR.

Well shit.

Reader pov:

I walk into my patients room still deep in thought when he speaks up, he’s fairly old, around 70-ish and was in for a broken hip. “You seemed pretty serious with whatever you were talking about back there and now I don’t even get a hello? Something’s gotta be on your mind Doctor.” He gave me a knowing smirk as I open my mouth yet no words come out and let out and exasperated sigh.

“Ah you know, trouble in paradise, well, paradise’s surroundings at least.” I say trying to be as brief as possible.

“Happens to the best of us kid.” He seemed like a genuinely nice guy and to be honest I needed a break so instead of getting a nurse to check his vitals I decided I was going to do them, although it seemed someone else had the same idea.

“Hey y/n/n what are you doing here?” I hear a voice I know all too well say from behind me.

“Hi Ames, just doing Mr Davison’s vitals, are you okay?” I say giving her a smile.

“Funny I was just coming to do the same thing.” she walked beside me and trailed her hand lightly over my lower back which didn’t go unnoticed by Mr Davison.

“Your ‘paradise’ is a she? Ugh just another dyke, exactly what we need!” I stare at him shocked, as does Amelia. His sudden outburst seemed to pull some attention from outside and the one person that I didn’t want to walked in, walked in.

“Is everything okay in here?” Meredith asked.

“No get these people away from me! Horrible people you lgqbt whatever people!” He flailed his arms about like a toddler as he was ranting and raving. Immediately Meredith jumped to our defence.

“Excuse you? Who do you think you’re talking to? I have you know you’ve just made and enemy out of the best neuro, general and ortho (sorry callie) in the state. It’s 2024 in the USA for gods sake, get a grip man!” With this she ushered us out of the room and then into an in call room so she could talk to us.

•

“YOURE WHAT?!” mer practically yelled

“Keep your voice down, yes we’re dating.” Amelia said to mer try help her keep her head on.

“Look Amelia, I love y/n with my whole heart she’s my sister okay? So, if you hurt her, break her heart or do anything to even slightly harm her, I will hurt you twice as much. She’s the best thing that’ll ever happened to you, so don’t screw it up okay?” My heart warmed after hearing just how much mer cared about me and that she would protect me but also slightly concerned she just threatened my girlfriend.

“Yes ma’am.” Amelia murmured clearly slightly intimidated by mer.

“Okay, now that that’s out the way, I’m so happy for you guys!” Me and Ames say thanks and mer’s oager goes off so she has to run so me and amy are left alone in the in-call room.

“I love you Amelia.” I say as I peck her lips and wrap my arms around her neck.

“I love you too y/n/n.” At this she pulled me into a passionate kiss and lowered us both down onto a bed.

When in an unoccupied on-call room…

[wandamaximommy22]

drinking game to play while watching greys

take a shot every time they say

1) seriously

2) fistulas

3) mcdreamy

4) mcsteamy

5) round of epi

6) time of death

7) it’s a beautiful day to save lives

8) you’re my person

i can guarantee you will be absolutely hammered within the first few minutes

[dee-writes-angst]

STETHOSCOPES & DATES (Part Two)

FEATURING Mark Sloan x reader

SUMMARY after much convincing (a walk to bed), you agree to a date with Mark.

CONTENT WARNINGS descriptions of injuries, pain, sleep deprivation, vulnerability, and Mark being Mark

AUTHORS NOTE finally, the second part is here! (thank god) As always, enjoy and leave me a request if you want to see me write something!

As Mark trailed me through the chaos of the trauma bay, his persistent presence grated on my nerves like sandpaper against skin. "Come on, really?!" he groaned, his voice a constant background noise amidst the urgent flurry of activity.

I snapped, whirling around to face him with a sharpness born of frustration. My momentum almost carried me into his chest, but I held my ground, meeting his gaze head-on. "Mark!" I snapped, my tone sharp and clipped. "Either lend a hand with a patient or give me some breathing room. Your constant badgering isn't doing anyone any favors!"

Despite our recent agreement, Mark seemed unwilling to let the matter rest. Two weeks had passed, yet he continued to push for renegotiation, his persistence bordering on exasperating. "All I'm asking for is a reconsideration of the terms, maybe some clarification?" he pleaded, his voice tinged with desperation as he trailed after me like a persistent shadow.

I raised an eyebrow at his persistence, feeling the weight of his expectations pressing down on me. "I'm pretty sure pestering me about the deal violates the terms of the deal, doesn't it?" I countered, my patience wearing thin as I paused by a patient's bedside to assess their condition.

Mark's response came quick and defensive, as if he feared he had crossed an invisible line. "It doesn't!" he insisted, his words tinged with a hint of uncertainty.

Turning my attention back to the young girl before me, I pushed aside the distraction of Mark's relentless pursuit. The patient needed my focus, her frightened eyes pleading for reassurance amidst the chaos of the emergency room. "Mark, we can discuss this later," I relented, my voice softened by compassion as I comforted the child. "But for now, could you please page pediatrics? This little girl needs help."

Mark's silence spoke volumes, a tacit acknowledgment that my promise of a future conversation had quelled his insistence, at least for the moment. With a sense of relief, he hurried off to find Arizona, leaving me to tend to the young patient in need of care.

After endless hours of rushing through the ER—performing emergency surgeries, consulting with specialists, endlessly paging colleagues, chastising interns, and offering solace to nurses—I finally reached the moment to clock out and head home.

Arriving at the lounge, it was already four in the morning, marking a shift spanning over twenty-four hours. Despite the exhaustion, there was no other place I'd rather be. Being there for people during their darkest moments gave me a sense of purpose, making the world feel a bit brighter and more hopeful.

Sighing with relief, I settled onto the bench in front of my locker to change my shoes. The door creaked open, but I was too drained to look up. My senses jolted when I felt strong hands on my shoulders, instantly relaxing as they worked out the knots in my neck.

"Derek, the least you could've done was announce yourself," I chided weakly, my eyelids drooping with the soothing massage. "You nearly gave me a heart attack… I could've…"

My voice trailed off as I surrendered to the blissful sensation of his skilled hands. Derek remained silent, and if he replied, I was too ensnared by sleep to hear. As fatigue overtook me, I imagined soft lips planting a tender kiss on my temple before I was lifted and carried to a far more comfortable spot than the hard bench. Drifting into oblivion, I couldn't discern where I was headed, enveloped in the security of those warm arms cradling me against a sturdy chest.

The morning sunlight filtering through the blinds gradually roused me from my deep sleep. Blinking groggily, I found myself in a familiar yet unfamiliar setting—the on-call room at the hospital. Confusion clouded my mind momentarily as I struggled to recall how I ended up here.

Pushing myself up into a sitting position, I glanced around, noticing the empty space beside me. Memories of being carried to this room flooded back, but the identity of the person who had carried me remained shrouded in the haze of sleep.

Shaking off the remnants of drowsiness, I resolved to seek out the one who had assisted me—or rather, who I thought had assisted me. With a slight sense of anticipation tinged with apprehension, I made my way through the corridors to Derek's office.

Knocking lightly on the door, I waited for a response. When it swung open, my heart skipped a beat as Derek's familiar figure stood before me. "Hey," I began tentatively, "thanks for last night. I appreciate—"

Before I could finish my sentence, Derek's brow furrowed in confusion. "Last night?" he echoed, his expression puzzled.

Realization dawned on me slowly as I processed his words. "Wait… it wasn't you?" I murmured, feeling a knot of embarrassment forming in my stomach.

Derek shook his head, his confusion deepening. "No, I haven't seen you since yesterday afternoon."

My cheeks flushed with embarrassment as the truth sank in. If it wasn't Derek who had carried me to bed last night, then…

As the pieces fell into place, I turned to see Mark standing nearby, wearing a sheepish expression. "You… it was you," I murmured, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and genuine gratitude.

Mark nodded sheepishly. "Yeah, I saw you asleep on the bench and thought you needed somewhere to properly sleep. Sorry for the mix-up."

As Mark's smirk widened, a sense of resignation settled over me. I could practically predict his next words before they even left his lips. "Can I call in my favor now?" he asked, his tone laced with playful anticipation.

With a weary sigh, I dropped my head, bracing myself for the inevitable. Derek's laughter echoed from the doorway, adding to the surreal moment. "Let me guess," I muttered, feeling a mixture of defeat and amusement, "you want to take me out on a date."

In perfect synchronization, Mark blurted out, "Can I take you out on a date?"

The irony of the situation wasn't lost on me. I groaned inwardly, knowing there was no way out of this. "Fine, fine," I relented, my voice carrying a hint of resignation. "You can take me out."

Mark's expression shifted to one of skepticism, his eyes narrowing slightly. "And you'll actually try?" he teased, his voice tinged with doubt.

With a roll of my eyes, I reluctantly agreed, feeling a mix of reluctance and curiosity. "I'll actually try," I conceded, already bracing myself for whatever adventure Mark had in mind.

The day of the date arrived amidst the usual chaos of the ER. As the attending physician, my schedule was packed with emergencies, consultations, and the constant buzz of activity that defined life in the hospital.

Despite the whirlwind of responsibilities, I found myself stealing glances at the clock throughout the day, counting down the hours until the evening. Thoughts of the impending date with Mark lingered at the back of my mind, a mix of nervousness and curiosity churning within me.

Between attending to patients and coordinating with the medical team, I couldn't help but wonder how the evening would unfold. Mark, the plastic surgery attending, was undoubtedly accustomed to a different pace of life compared to the frenetic energy of the emergency room. Would he find our date as overwhelming as I found his world of cosmetic procedures and aesthetic enhancements?

Despite my reservations and the knot of discomfort in my stomach, I couldn't ignore the fact that Mark had been persistent in his pursuit for years. His reputation as a known player and his past indiscretions, including sleeping with my best friend, left a bitter taste in my mouth. Yet, his relentless pestering had finally worn me down, leading me to reluctantly agree to this date.

As I prepared for the evening, a mixture of emotions swirled within me. Anger, disappointment, and a lingering sense of betrayal warred with the faint glimmer of curiosity and the possibility of something new. Despite my better judgment, I couldn't shake the feeling that perhaps there was more to Mark than met the eye.

Arriving at the restaurant after the hospital had calmed down enough for me to feel comfortable with leaving, I braced myself for the encounter, steeling my resolve as I stepped through the door. The soft glow of candlelight and the murmur of conversation enveloped me, creating an atmosphere that felt both intimate and nerve-wracking.

Spotting Mark across the room, a wave of conflicting emotions washed over me. Resentment mingled with a begrudging acknowledgment of his persistence, tempered by a cautious curiosity about what the evening might entail.

Taking a deep breath, I squared my shoulders and approached him, determined to give this date a chance despite my reservations. After all, perhaps there was more to Mark than his reputation suggested, and maybe, just maybe, tonight would offer a glimpse beneath the surface.

[morningleaf24]

The season five private practice crossover was so good. Literally the perfect argument as to why Addek is a more compelling couple than Merder. Like yes the thing ends with Alex telling Addison to back off and leave the hurting Derek to Meredith, but god those two episodes really highlight the difference in both couple's power dynamics and history

I'm ignoring the Private Practice episodes in the cross over for now

The first ep in Grey's is literally dedicated to the Addek history and story. Now that they are far away from their divorce, you really see why they made such a good couple and what they loved about each other.

Derek was sweet and romantic, with his little song and the way he smiles at her when she sings the chorus to her song is so loving, like he is remembering exactly why he loved her. And Addison's faith in Derek is so strong, and it looks so different from the faith we see from Meredith. The latter views Derek with a heroic sheen, but Addison has faith in his habits and practices. We see her anxiously waiting for Derek to say his famous wonderful day to save lives bit, and before that she gives him a ego boost,where yes she calls him a god, but still my point kinda stands.

The next episode then, kinda like an apology for the previous one to Merder fans, by showing us why Addison and Derek did not work out, and why Meredith is a better support for him. Addison and Derek have a power struggle, while Meredith defers to his expertise, and patches him up when he fails. Honestly to me this makes Addek more compelling, cause Addison is his equal, personally and professionally, and she is constantly challenging him in both aspects. She questions his professional and personal ability to complete the surgery, and she is right. She sees something that Meredith chooses not to.

It's so interesting, Addek is so compelling. I feel like Derek's general assholery gets brushed aside too easily in Merder, so that he can stay in his prince charming archetype. With Addison, we see darker sides of his personality come to the surface and actually get acknowledged by both her and the narrative. Derek just feels like a more interesting character when he is with her.

Also they are both so hot together, and Meredith is cooler without Derek

[aboringgoose]

No but can I talk about how much I hate Derek Shepherd and Owen hunt. Fr, on a rewatch rn, and it's the point with mer messes with the alzheimer's trial and they're trying to adopt Zola, and this man. Derek finds out about the trails and then, so mers fans, says that he doesn't know if he can raise a kid with 'someone who doesn't know right from wrong' and then goes EVEN FURTHER and says she'll be a bad mother. Are. You. Kidding. Me. Who does this man think he is. THATS YOUR WIFE. GET OUTTA HERE WITH THAT. WHO SAYS THAT TO SONEONE THEY LOVE. AND OWEN. Christina gets pregnant and tells Owen and (even though from the very beginning she has been nothing but upfront about not wanting kids, even when they had a whole subplot about it a few episodes ago) he keeps asking her to just hear him out. Just listen to his side. To try a comprise. To just listen to him for a minute and maybe it'll work out. OWEN. THIS IS A CHILD YOURE TALKING ABOUT. And Christina is straight up saying no, I don't wanna be a mom, because I think I'll be resentful, and it's not what i want, and I listened but this is my decision and I can't do it, so she sets an appointment for a termination and he KICKS HER OUT OF THE APARTMENT. and says that he's been 'denied a marriage, a say in the decision' DUDE. SHE TRIED TO HAVE A CONVERSATION WITH YOU, YOU JUST DIDNT LIKE HER OPINION. he shut her down everytime she tried to say what she wanted, and when she did try to explain, the selective hearing was amazing. Her saying she'd love the baby cause it's hers but it'd destroy her career and she'd hate that even more? All he hears? She'd love the baby. Mind you this is like 2 episodes after he's denies her cheif resident because all the paperwork and clerical stuff would pull her away from surgery. But sure, a baby, no problem. Anyways, I hate these men and that's just from like 2 random episodes in season 7

[annalees-things]

george and meredith’s relationship is like traumatizing me

[winnie-the-monster]

[ednagnaam]

Derek Shepard

[atrxides]

Know what gives me the ick?

There's a line in private practice for Addison says that she's known Amelia said she was 12 and we know Addison and Derek didn't meet until med school and we also know that there's 12 years between merder. That means there's about a 10-year age gap which puts only 2 years older than Meredith. The part that icks me out is the fact that Derek was chasing after Meredith so hard in the early seasons because she's essentially the same age as his kid sister.

I know this shouldn't matter because they were both adults but it's still just weirds me out

I never took a deep dive into grey's ages so I didn't know all this but now that you mention it that is absolutely gross and once again derek manages to put me off. I vet they were in love later on and all that but genuinely he was so obsessed with someone who could've been his younger sister for the first part of their relationship. And yeah they were adults but Meredith was still quite young.

[peonyblossom]

i love derek and meredith wedding planning "what if we got married in scrubs?" "now there's a wedding i could get into" i love them so much

[there-are-many-ways-to-smile]

My younger cousin told me that she likes Mark and Derek.. I’m gonna let it slide for now because she’s 21 and 21 year olds are naïve 

[multifandomgifss]

Grey’s Anatomy 1.03 — Winning a Battle, Losing the War

a legend

[tiggiegoess]

A neurologist.

Never thought I’d have to see a neurologist. I’m a big greys anatomy fan and I’m sitting here thinking about all the people Derek Shepard saw. I’ll be one of them? But only it’s not Derek Shepard, and this is real life. And I’ll really get to talk to a neurologist.

Holy shit.

But it will be about me..

[assortedmelons]

Celebrity Melons

[escyn]

Some slice of life, thinking about them <3 (them being middle-aged surgeon au jayvik inspired by @weatheredlaw's healing and treating series)

+ a bonus gif bc why not