#para: derek

[wolfbaenes]

the entire torrid affair | allison, derek, & jude

for all that he hated to admit it, derek saw the panic attack coming.

it was one of those things that had been a long time coming⎯probably from the moment he'd let jude in on the truth, but certainly from the moment she sat down to join them all for dinner. it had been there from the moment she'd walked in, something burdening the edge of her smile, delaying her laughter and reactions by a half-second that got longer and longer with every passing hour. he doubted he was the only one who noticed; it poured off of her. but she waved off all questions of her wellbeing and continued playing the role of the perfectly okay guest.

of all things, it was cora checking in on her that seemed to do her in.

jude's smile grew rigid, then she excused herself to the bathroom. derek waited, letting five minutes turn into ten, then fifteen, before he went to check on her.

he wasn't surprised to find her, not in the bathroom, but in violet's room, holding one of violet's stuffed bears to her face and taking hurried, shallow breaths. usually, derek wouldn't dream of coming in here without violet's express permission, but violet was downstairs with everyone else, and he wasn't sure this was a conversation she would know how to navigate anyway.

he hovered in the doorway for a long moment before he stepped inside, nudging the door behind him, and sat down on the floor in front of jude. she didn't so much as look at him, keeping her back to the wall and her knees pressed to her chest, doing her best not to hyperventilate with nothing anchoring her but the toy. "i can't do it," she keened, her breath coming in faster and her body shaking. "i can't⎯professor, i c⎯i can't⎯"

"it's alright," he said calmly. "you don't have to. but i need you to breathe, jude. you're going to pass out. slowly⎯⎯in... out."

jude tried. she made the visible, palpable effort to slow her breaths down, draw them in deeper. derek sat, waiting, and offered encouragements as she found some semblance of calm. then the calm broke again with a sob. "i don't know how to live with it," she confessed, furious tears running down her face. "i can't stop thinking about it, i can't⎯i can't take it, professor. i'm so sorry."

"i know," he said. "i wish i could take the knowledge away from you, jude, but i can't. i'm sorry."

"why are you sorry? you didn't⎯" she stopped, the words freezing on her tongue as they both caught sight of allison at the door. her face widened with a different sort of panic as her eyes shot over to derek.

he nodded to allison to let her know it was okay to come in, then looked back at jude. "it's alright," he promised. "i don't have anything to hide from her."

[smileflowcr]

Derekcitooooo, mi amor, ¿cual es la vivencia más interesante que recuerdas de las dos semanas locas con Sakwon?

"Déjame pensar." el modelo cruza los brazos, frunciendo el ceño intentando elegir una en el corto tiempo que pasaron juntos. Derek se prometió a sí mismo no mencionar lo que sucedió entre ambos una vez Sakwon regresó con su familia y no por querer mantener su reputación, sino que no ansiaba causarle problemas al contrario. Por eso y cuando supo que estaba esperando un cachorro de él permaneció en silencio incluso cuando este le felicitó por ser padre. "Ah sí, el muy idiota creyó que era una excelente idea salir de cita en medio de una fuerte lluvia. Había concluido mi horario en la pasarela así que estaba a su disposición todo el día y bueno, pensé 'querrá ir algún restaurante de lujo o algo así' pero no. Sakwon decidió visitar la Torre Eiffel y pidió mi mano para bailar unos minutos." esta vez su rostro no puede ocultar lo feliz que le hace aquel recuerdo y se ríe con ternura. La imagen del mayor sujetando como sea el paraguas para que no se mojasen, la bonita sonrisa que tenía y sobre todo, el apasionado beso que dejó sobre los labios propios al finalizar la melodía que tarareó, dejando caer el objeto que los protegía, es única y algo que jamás olvidará. "Desafortunadamente cogí un resfriado días después y que tuve mi enfermero personal por unos días más... hasta que voló lejos de mi."

[chrissymunsonsblog]

Título: These Flowers in My Lungs (Sterek)

Personagens: Derek Hale [×] Stiles Stilinski

Abra aí pra pegar uma melhor resolução

•Todos os devidos créditos aos seus donos!

[multishipper-baby]

Hoy estuve pensando en todos mis headcanons que tengo para Red y Fox, lo cual me llevo a la conclusión de que Fox probablemente nunca imagino que su hermano llegaría a tener una familia- mucho menos una feliz.

[ryonee]

En serio????:D que bueno escuchar eso!!! Me alegra encontrar a mi gente qwq

Gracias por preguntar uwu voy a tratar de ser honest@

Creo que strade y rire tienen el corazon de la mayoria, y soy parte de la mayoris jajaja.

De btd2 la verdad se me hace dificil...ren... ay es que ren tiene tod auna historia y el lore me puedeee. Pero lawrence aka mister plantitas te da algo.

Oof de tpof es difícil... todos como que tienen algo interesante, mh...talvez edward- ah! Chiste xD; creo que komodo y dragon deberian tener mas detalles estaba bien bonita su relación para conocerlos más ;^;

Aunque...creo que deberia elergir a Tom...no se. Me pueden los personajes soft uwu Pero si hablamos estrictamente de los Mains...voy a confesar que tengo una relacion pasion/pdio con derek.... perdona señor que he sineado D:

-anon 🌈

Si! Pertenecer a la mayoría es cool! Jajaja honestamente Sano tiene lo suyo pero no se quedó mucho en mi乁⁠|⁠ ⁠･⁠ ⁠〰⁠ ⁠･⁠ ⁠|⁠ㄏ

Siii Ren y Lawrence tienen los suyo! No por nada son los favoritos!!

LMAO Al menos no dijiste Richard o Harold ⊙⁠﹏⁠⊙

Tengo la duda en que paso después del Ritual... Mmmm, si...si hablamos también de los sobrevivientes Tom es un amor!

OMG Derek también tengo algo de amor odio con el pero no lo soporto! Jajaja

[not-your-boy-wonder]

Need to be Strong

Derek had very little recollection of his childhood years. He couldn't remember if he'd had a healthy childhood or not. He'd done a fantastic job of locking those memories away in the vault of his mind.

There was one memory though. One that he couldn't purge from his mind no matter how hard he tried. And he had tried. And tried. And tried some more.

Those horrific hours he spent locked in a kitchen cabinet. The mangled bodies, what was left of them anyway, of his mother and four youngers sisters strewn about like they'd meant nothing. In the end though, that was exactly what they were. Nothing. Not even their cries, their screams of pain made any difference. His father had eaten parts of them. Which was an awful thing to think about really. After defiling and murdering them in cold blood. All the while, Derek couldn't force himself to move. Frightened beyond anything ever in his life.

Not being able to protect them. Had been the worst of it. It was a lifelong regret, he would probably never recover from. Feeling so helpless, so frightened. He vowed to never, ever, be so frightened again.

Adam found him there. Still in the cabinet. His twelve year old body curled in on itself. It took a great deal of coaxing from Adam and a few members of his pack to get him to come out. Even when he did, he had no words to offer them. No explanation. He felt empty, numb, like a shell.

Derek still didn't know what had driven Adam to take him in. A young teenage orphan he was not responsible for. Yet, the Chicago Pack took him in no questions asked. Perhaps it was just something Adam did. Take in the orphans.

It took Derek eight months before he uttered a word. Before the shock worked through his system. He had done what was expected of him as a member of the pack. He did his school work, no fuss. He did his chores. He watched over the younger pack members, as best he could. But, the one thing he couldn't do was find his voice.

Adam called him into his office one night. After supper. Derek assumed it was to tell him he was being moved somewhere else. Perhaps an orphanage. Derek didn't really know where unwanted children went. But it wasn't. Not at all. He sat, with wide tear filled eyes as Adam explained to him about the investigation. An investigation he'd never even known about. In Derek's family. More specifically his father. Who had always been known to the community as a stable, carefree, loving father and doting husband. Until he wasn't.

That day. Derek felt disconnected from reality. Like this couldn't possibly have been his life that had gotten destroyed. That it was all a terrible nightmare. Not some fabricated disease that had been grown in a laboratory. Humans who didn't know any better. Who thought it would be easy to simply infect and kill animal shifters. Perhaps the ones who received the bite. But not the born shifters in any case.

Adam explained it to Derek as a horrific mistake that would be dealt with personally, by him. Or had already, evidently. The team of scientists responsible were no more. He didn't go into specifics. Derek hadn't wanted them. He didn't think he ever wood. It was a hard pill to swallow. That a bunch of humans could cause him so much pain. Adam told him he could do one of two things with his pain. He could let it consume him. He could let it turn him into an angry, bitter person. He could use it to burn the world to the ground if he wanted to. Or. He could use it to help build a better world for his shifter comrades. For the younger shifters.

He was also given another choice. Adam had watched over him through the worst of his pain. Kept him safe. Keeping others safe in turn. But now, Derek got to choose. He could stay in Chicago. He could stay here with the pack, with Adam. Or, Adam could find him a different pack. One that wasn't so close to where it all began. But Derek didn't want that. It wasn't even a choice he needed to think on. He loved the Chicago Pack. Very much.

His first words after those eight months were to Adam. "Help me..." He'd said hoarsely. "Help me make sense of all this pain." It had taken him a long time to get the words out. His voice having been gravely after so much disuse. But Adam had sat and waited for him. Waited for him to put into words what he wanted.

That started it all. Derek's new path. He wanted to be strong, like Adam. Like those shifters that stayed closest to Adam's side. He wanted to be a protector, a soldier, a dark knight. Thus, he was. Adam trained him himself. It was a long, exhausting process. But Derek never gave up. Never whined. Never rebelled, as teenagers often did.

On Derek's 18th birthday. just six years after the world around him shattered. Derek had a new purpose. A Security position at Adam's side. He finally got to protect the people he loved. His pack.

No one ever pushed him to remember anything. As far as the pack was concerned, Derek Gaunt hadn't existed up until he'd passed over the threshold of the Chicago Pack House with Adam that day. They all had their demons, Adam had told him. But they didn't define who they were. As long as Derek continued to be an honorable person, the path that led him there didn't matter. Not anymore.

Derek, now 21, serves as one of Adam's security guards. Well. At the Pack House. It wasn't that he lacked aptitude of being a fighter, Adam had explained. It was because Adam needed someone he trusted to watch over his Pack when he was otherwise occupied. It was a huge honor, one Derek was happy to agree too. Now, he was a steady presence there. His goofy, friendly demeanor mostly for show. But it allowed the younger shifters the ability to get close to him. Often times, Adam just wasn't as approachable. So when Tristan curled up next to Derek on the couch. Or Bryce sneaked into his bed in the middle of the night. Derek understood that this was indeed, the best place for him to be.

[adarklighthale]

"Talk to you later."

"Likewise." He said, "Talk to you later."

[smileflowcr]

Derek, ¿alguna vez sentiste que Sakmin no podría ser tu hijo? ya sabes, Wonnie estaba pequeñita cuando la conociste, pero Sakmin recuerda bien a su otro padre biológico, ¿sentiste que no podrías amarlo ni ser amado por él como si fuesen de la misma sangre?

No es la primera vez que le preguntan aquello, recuerda cómo su familia puso en duda la decisión de formalizar su relación con Sakwon y ser otra figura paterna para los Jun. Por supuesto, le dio todo el tiempo para que el mayor se acostumbrase a él, sin invadir su espacio personal pero compartiendo tardes de dibujos animados, juegos o algo más hogareño como hacer galletitas con diferentes formas, terminando con harina en todo el rostro. "Nunca quise ser un reemplazo de su otro padre... sino alguien en quien pueda confiar y apoyarse cuando lo necesita." las noches donde Sakmin no podía dormir y requería de un cuento y abrazo, las ocasiones donde Derek se desvelaba a su lado cuando estaba enfermo o las veces que jugaban a ser fantasmas con sábanas blancas encima junto a sus hermanos menores, son recuerdos que atesora y que no olvidará nunca. "La primera vez que Sakmin me llamó papá estuve llorando durante horas, ahí supe que nada ni nadie podría romper nuestro vínculo. Quizás no lo tuve en mi interior, pero tanto mi amor por Wonnie como por Sakmin es algo que creció poco a poco, fortaleciéndose con el tiempo. Me siento realmente afortunado de ser parte de sus vidas y ver cómo crecen, son los mejores hijos que puedan existir."

[luveline]

If you have any interest, how about a Spencer blurb where he's off on a case and gets or misses a late night call from the reader and is super worried, only to call them back and find them drunk and missing him. And of course the team rags on him after.

thank u for ur request! fem!reader

Spencer looks down at his phone and goes ghostly white. 

"What?" Emily asks. "They had a sale at Waterstones and you missed it?" 

Spencer clicks a bunch of buttons on his phone and brings it to his ear, crushing limp hair to his neck. "Seventeen missed calls," he says. 

Derek comes to the rescue, though the lightness in his voice is slightly forced, "Don't panic, wonderboy. Who wouldn't be eager to talk to you at… two AM?" 

"Is that the time difference?" Emily asks, leaning forward in concern. 

Even Hotch puts down his pen. The team listens to the phone ring. It loops, loops, loops, and everybody breathes a sigh of relief when you finally answer. If something happened to you Spencer wouldn't survive it. Nor after everything he's already been through. 

"Hey?" he says. There's a gap of silence. "Y/N, are you there?" 

"Spencer!" 

Spencer turns away from the table they've congregated at and looks through the open window at the parking lot, police cars roaming in and out of spaces. "What's wrong?" 

"I miss you so much." 

Spencer's nose wrinkles of its own accord. "Yeah? You sound odd. Are you– are you drunk?" 

Derek laughs. Like marionettes held tight with strings suddenly cut, the team stop their stressing and send each other knowing, amused looks. 

"Just a little bit!" you promise, clearly lying. Your voice catches on the syllables like they're coated in sticky honey, the slightest slurring tripping you up at the end. "We went for– to Chilli's. I had a blooming onion and seven margaritas!" 

"I can tell." 

"I'm really sorry, Spence, I know I'm not s'posed to call when you're away," you begin. 

Spencer glances back. Rossi and JJ have returned with coffee and a late dinner, neither of them bothering to act as though they aren't listening to the conversation. 

"No," Spencer says, turning back around and hunching inward, "that's the opposite of what we talked about, isn't it? You can call whenever you want to, but I can't, you know, always answer. I thought something bad happened. Maybe next time you could text me?" Rather than call almost twenty times and give him a heart attack.

Laughter echoes from behind. They team act like a teasing family sometimes, Spencer their teenage son who's never dated. 

He would fluster if you weren't talking to him in loud but loving tones, "I can barely walk, texting wasn't happening. I'm para-spelgic." 

"You're not," he says, firmly at first. "Are you? Who's with you? Is Rebecca there?" Rebecca being your best friend. Spencer trusts her to take care of you.

"She was, but she said that I– uh… She said I talked about you too much and made her nauseous. I feel kinda sick, too, but I just needed to talk to you, Spence. I miss you. I miss you, are you home soon?" 

"Is Rebecca really not there?" he asks. He thinks about the room full of special agents he's standing in and drops his voice to a murmur. "I miss you too." 

"She's making toast or something." 

"That's good. It'll soak up the margaritas." 

"I don't want toast, I want you! Please come home safe, angel. I really wish you were here to do that thing with my ear." 

Spencer has to give in. You're speaking so loudly it's impossible the team hadn't heard it, but he can't find the will to be embarrassed any longer. You're drunk and ridiculous and all you can think about is him.

"I wish I was home, too. Do I need to worry about you? Make sure you're drinking water, okay? Alcohol makes you dehydrated, you'll get a bad headache." 

"It makes me miss you," you whine. 

He smiles fondly. "There's no cure for that." A door opens over the line. "Is that Rebecca?" 

"Yeah." Murmurings. "She says sorry for letting me get so drunk, but she didn't let me do anything. It's like you always say, Spence, I can do whatever I set my mind to." 

"And you set your mind to getting drunk at Chili's." 

"Exactly!" 

You talk a little more before he hangs up. He knows you're getting taken care of. 

A gaggle of smiling faces greet him as he turns around. "Everything okay, 'angel'?" Derek asks. 

Spencer puts his phone in his pocket. You'll text him in the morning with a hankering for Tylenol and sore eyes, but you'll be fine. "Everything's great." 

[xmikamorris]

Tamika took a moment to think over Derek's idea of of a chili-lime pineapple soda. "That sounds like it could be refreshing, certainly delicious! I may have to get one as well to try it out," she smiled at the man, nodding as she spoke.

He could relate to being indecisive, having to take his time before coming to a final conclusion with most aspects of his life. Derek nodded understandably, leaning against the countertop. "I'm not picky, either. It depends on how i'm feeling in the moment. This time, though, i'm feeling the Chilli-lime Pineapple Soda. Does that sound intriguing enough for you to try?"

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[multishipper-baby]

Me gustaría escribir un fic en algún momento sobre como estuvo la cosa entre Red y Gold durante todo el asunto de Deyanira...

[mikrokosmcs]

Sakwon  a  veces  no  sabía  de  donde  salió  Sakmin  siendo  un  romántico  empedernido,  porque  él  no  era  de  esa  manera  en  absoluto.  Nunca  soñó  con  enamorarse  eternalmente,  ni  siquiera  le  interesaban  los  true  mates,  pero  ahora  escuchando  a  Derek  hablar  sobre  aquello  le  hace  ver  que  su  hijo  mayor  tenía  mucho  del  otro.  -  —Tenemos,  esta  manada  irá  en  completo  y  absoluto  declive  si  no  conseguimos  una  alianza  y  formamos  un  alfa  con  un  mate  que  pueda  cuidarla  cuando  muramos  —  -le  regaña,  notándosele  exasperado  con  esa  personalidad  que  solía  enfadarse  pronto,  dando  un  manotazo  a  la  mano  que  primero  lo  pellizca  para  luego  parecer  querer  darle  un  beso  en  la  misma  zona.  -  —Estoy  cansado,  prefiero  quedarme  aquí  y  dormir  toda  la  tarde  —  -él  no  era  un  lobo  de  exterior,  de  hecho,  no  tiene  ni  idea  de  como  terminó  lidereando  una  manada  y  aun  sobrevivían  al  crudo  del  invierno  constante.  Supe  que  algo  ha  hecho  bien  durante  todos  esos  años,  pero  prefiere  ser  asocial  la  mayoría  del  tiempo.  Guarda  su  carta  como  las  otras  en  el  cajón  de  la  mesita  al  costado,  dando  otro  trago  a  su  vino.  -  —Si  no  logramos  una  unión,  al  menos  espero  que  los  Shin  se  vayan  con  una  buena  impresión  de  nosotros  como  aliados.  Que  mañana  sea  el  bisonte  más  grande  que  hayas  cazado,  Derek.   

“Puede enamorarse las veces que quiera pero solo con una persona tendrá una conexión única y al parecer, todavía no le encuentra.” Adora escuchar sus aventuras cada vez que vuelve a casa, prestando atención a cómo los orbes de Sakmin brillan al hablar sobre las personas que cautivaron su lindo corazón. “¿Tenemos? Tienes, alfa tonto.” Una de sus manos es alzada para pellizcar con suavidad la mejilla del contrario, no está molesto del todo, comprende la ilusión que tiene ante una posible unión, sin embargo son sus hijos de quienes habla y eso lo pone a la defensiva de inmediato. Aunque consigue aliviar ligeramente su preocupación al saber que su polluelo mayor lo añora tanto como él, logrando hacerlo sonreír. “Eso no se pregunta, iré de caza con Soohyun mañana, ¿Te quieres unir o ya estás viejo para correr un poco?” Es inevitable bromear como una forma de venganza por irritarlo una vez más con tema relacionado a los Shin, depositando un fugaz mejor en el sitio que había apretado segundos atrás.

[lovpsy]

Muchas gracias a cinna por el peluche!!! Realmente ame muchísimo, además de que llegó en buen estado y su carta adoptiva, eso quiere decir que lo haré de mi propiedad (⁠๑⁠♡⁠⌓⁠♡⁠๑⁠)

Sin duda amaré muchísimo, ¡¡¡vaya suerte mi día apenas empezó la madrugada!!!

♡⁠I'm Derek Goffard's pet♡

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Estoy tan feliz que me acaban de hacer de nuevo pregunta, además de trabajar el chibi ganador para san Valentín, aún no tengo una idea de que hacer, pero ya veré qué se me ocurre 🖤🖤🖤

Saluditos por parte de Derek Goffard y Lovpsy (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡

Tal vez obligue a Derek a qué saludé un día, ese t0nto solo piensa en fastidiar mi día

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Hello everybody! I'm Farz, it's lovely to meet everyone! Had to remake because we got t worded 💔 was @/foxboyqweer! This is a sideblog in hopes of it not getting rid of all my accs like last time when it was the base acc. Please reblog this so I can find my old mutuals and friends again!

I'm transharmed and very, very rarely transharmful if the mood strikes. Proship, Pro Para, Pro Transid, idk ask stances on anything outside these, I'm not good with topics I live in Strade's basement.

I am trans11! Please perceive me as such, though I very much don't mind being perceived as even younger (especially if you're a 🗺, I'm a huge aam) 𖹭 just please do not perceive me older.

Gender wise, I am whatever makes you most attracted to me. I consider myself both male and female, so I don't mind being perceived as either. I use She/He/Beau/Prince pronouns.

I am a strange mix of kitsune and naga. I am a transspecies holothere, though which species I feel more solidly fluctuates. If you're unsure, please use kitsune as the default.

I wholly consent to, accept, and encourage anyone who desires to se×ualize/fetish¡ze any and all aspects of me and my identity! Anons are also on if you wish to engage.

I am ⚰️ and 🐾 mostly, but I am also a very strong cardiophiliac amongst others. Please feel free to ask for a list of my paraphilias! However, pro-c harmful paraphilias, please do not interact with me or my content.

I have a very long list of transids and cisids, to the point I'm unsure of my ability to list them all, I do apologize for this.

I have PDD (of which I also coined), which I am fine with people taking advantage of! Please note that when I go into an episode, I will fully be unable to move, so please remember to command me to reply for each message so that I'll be able to reply in a timely manner! If you don't mind waiting, though, I will try to get back to you once the episode wears off.

I have multiple f/os as well! I will list them here. They are in no particular order, yet please note that I am very uncomfortable with sharing Strade, Beelzebub, Livio, and Itto, and I will block you if you have them as f/os as well.

• Strade – Boyfriend to Death / YKMET

• Arataki Itto – Genshin Impact

• Beelzebub – Obey Me

• Derek Goffard – The Price of Flesh

• Lucien Rire – Boyfriend to Death

• Lawrence Oleander – Boyfriend to Death 2

• Olivine – Nu: Carnival

• Starscream – Gen 1 Transformers

• Livio – Trigun: Stampede

[jackieskill]

Quem é aquela CIRURGIÃ ONCOLOGISTA correndo por ali? Para estar com pressa assim, tenho certeza de que é MÉDICA ATENDENTE no GREY-SLOAN. Olhando assim, bem que parece JACQUELINE JOAN GREY, sabe quem é? Dizem que é bastante DETALHISTA e DETERMINADA, mas as más línguas dos corredores adoram dizer que é ESTOICA e SARCÁSTICA. Enfim, pode ser só fofoca, não é? Igual aquela que contavam sobre se parecer muito com JESSICA CHASTAIN. Seja como for, espero que tenha um ótimo plantão!

Não, não é uma coincidência, na verdade, não existe essa baboseira de coincidências. Jacqueline é prima paterna de Meredith Grey. Filha de Blanca e William Grey, Jacqueline era uma figura frequente na casa dos Greys, seja em feriados, aniversários ou porque Ellis Grey queria. Diziam as más línguas que Ellis, quando mais nova, era apaixonada por William, irmão mais velho de Thatcher Grey, mas como Will já namorava Blanca quando eles se encontraram, não demonstrando qualquer interesse por Ellis, que se contentou com o ex-marido, apesar de continuar muito próxima do cunhado.

Jacqueline nasceu dois anos após Meredith, no dia 19 de janeiro de 1980. Por ser ruiva como Ellis e Meredith, por vezes Ellis brincava que a Jackie era sua filha, o que causou certo descontentamento por parte da filha verdadeira. Tal sentimento se tornou mais frequente conforme as duas primas cresciam, sendo constantemente testadas e inclusas em pequenas competições criadas por Ellis; ela dizia que era para que as garotas tivessem uma relação saudável e próximas, mas ambas as primas se odiavam até o último fio de cabelo. Apesar de tudo, Jackie adorava a tia, a tendo como um espelho junto com sua mãe, Blanca.

Aceitava as indicações de Ellis e, aos poucos, começou a construir uma vida acadêmica excepcional. Estudou nas melhores escolas, participou de muitas atividades extracurriculares e, então, foi aceita em HMC. Lá, Jackie conheceu Sebastian Gale, se casando com ele no final do curso.

Infelizmente ou felizmente, Jacqueline não usou o sobrenome Gale por muito tempo. O casal acabou se separando com cinco anos de casamento. O motivo? Sebastian alegou que Jacqueline não lhe dava atenção e, após uma discussão onde Gale descobriu que Jackie usava um diu para não engravidar dele, pediu o divórcio, uma vez que era seu sonho ser pai.

As primas voltaram a ter contato após o funeral de Ellis, mas apenas firmaram de fato um relacionamento mais de uma década depois, quando o marido de Meredith, Derek, faleceu por conta de um acidente. O vínculo que Ellis dizia que queria que as garotas tivessem foi finalmente criado.

Como uma demonstração do estranho relacionamento entre as primas, Jacqueline deixou sua posição como Cirurgiã Oncologista no Memorial Sloan Kettering Cancer Center para trabalhar no Grey-Sloan à pedido da prima. Apesar de, internamente, Jackie desconfiar que Meredith a convidou apenas para mostrar a vida perfeita que ela tinha, com família, um hospital com seu nome e amigos que a apoiavam.

Jacqueline ficou conhecida entre os internos como Jackie Estripadora por conta da sua personalidade e, principalmente, por dilacerar emocionalmente os residentes com suas exigências, palavras duras e antipatia, mas os internos continuam se aproximando dela, seja por sua mente brilhante ou qualidade excepcional no trabalho, mesmo quando Jackie os faz chorar.