#i welcome questions about my wips btw!!! i love to be completely and totally hinged about my babies

[emily-prentits]

wip wednesday (thursday)

tagged by @sillyfroggremlin and @crime-wives!!

disclaimer: writers block is a bitch. i haven't actually written in weeks BUT i'll give some snippets anyway <3

lately she's undressing for revenge (chapter 6):

Derek is the one she wants. She wants things to be simple again, to go back to casual lips pressed to cheeks and coffee in between surgeries and warm smiles at inside jokes, but they can’t. They’re broken and she doubts they can be that close again, like a chasm has opened up between them and is still pulling them apart. She’s still half-sure that Derek still wants Meredith, and that Meredith still wants Derek, in some way, shape, or form. Maybe the problem lies in the fact that she wants Meredith more than she wants Derek, now, that when she closes her eyes she’s seeing Meredith, missing Meredith, needing Meredith.

Take Aim and Reload:

“Addie!” Amelia practically bounces into the arms of a tall redhead, who turns with a surprised laugh and—shit. Addison brushes dark hair from Amelia’s face when she pulls back. “Oh, Amy,” she says, murmurs really as she drinks Amelia in with her eyes, “It’s really good to see you.”

unnamed meraddek pregnancy au:

“Addison.” Meredith’s hand squeezes tight and doesn’t let go until she looks down at her. Her forehead is beaded with sweat, and there is pain shining so brightly behind everything else in those beautiful blue eyes. The hard ball of anxiety in Addison’s gut curls tighter. If she fucks this up—  “Addie. Hey.” Meredith. Her hand is warm in hers. Addison blinks, refocuses. “I trust you.”

no pressure tagging: @itsdappleagain @peridotglimmer @horsetailcurlers2 @walshies @which-star @doomingthenarrative and literally anyone else who wants to! it's been so long since i've had to tag writer mutuals