I need someone to write a fanfiction in which Mark takes Lexie to the psych ward after her breakdown. Protective Mark is perfect! Please?

[I want to write this] [I need more hours in the day!]

“It does. You need to eat, no matter what’s going on.”

I’m still getting the hang of it.

in which Jackson Avery can’t take advice seriously

televison meme: [1/8] male characters → Mark Sloan ↳ My 400 dollar an hour shrink says that it’s because behind this rugged and confident exterior, I’m self destructive and self-loathing to an almost pathological degree.

callica meme → 4 relationships ↪ Mark Sloan

Mark & Lexie || Flight

Mark stood there, looking at her and she looked so real, but he couldn’t find any words to say. Was they home now? No. He knew he was dreaming. Or dying. 

The picture of Lexie standing infront of him started to fade and the voices of Cristina and Derek started to get more clear. His eyes fluttered open as he woke up to the reality of the plane crash once again, “Lexie? Where is Lexie? Is she okay?” 

“Lexie! Lexie, don’t you dare die on me!” Meredith yelled at her sister, feeling for a pulse. Lexie struggled, took ragged breaths, her eyes struggling to open.

“Mer,” she whispered, her chest feeling heavy. “It’s hurts…” She’d just seen Mark, somewhere in space and time, heaven maybe? Was he dead? The panic pushed tears out her eyes, the salt from the tears burning in her wounds. “Mark…where is he?" 

Both women looked up, hearing a sound above them. "What is that?” Lexie asked, her voice straining, unable to see past the large section of plane she was crushed under. Meredith looked up, her eyes widening. “Oh my God! Derek!” she screamed for her husband.

Repeat after me

Fiction             Never                       Hurt                                Anyone

I need someone to write a fanfiction in which Mark takes Lexie to the psych ward after her breakdown. Protective Mark is perfect! Please?

[I want to write this] [I need more hours in the day!]

She watches him take his shirt off and she’s in awe of what’s underneath. She hasn’t seen him shirtless in years, and she can’t say he’s changed much, other than the amount of muscle he’s put on, and managed to keep on despite his surgery. He’s broad, fit, and she feels small underneath him as he crawls over her…and she loves it. Her hands move automatically to his sides, her tiny, cold fingers grazing his warm skin, as his hands make her feel alive.

She tips her head back, letting out the softest of moans as his lips find her shoulder. She fights shutting her eyes, can’t bear the thought she’ll open them and he’ll be gone. She needs him here, has wanted him here for years. Regrets leaving again. Adding to the millions, billions, of times she’s regretted it thus far. This feels so natural–their son in the other room, fast asleep, his father between her legs, still half-clothed, with his mouth on her skin. His words make her suck in a breathe, and she feels five years younger again.

Her hands reach for his sweatpants. She doesn’t want to rush it but she can’t stop herself. She wants to feel him entirely against her. She starts pushing them down with her toes, down his thighs as best she can.

“Thank you.”

Heartfelt murmurs, she means it. She hopes he means it.

Lexie has a moment of fear as he’s telling the police the address, is she dumb enough to have given her return address on her letters? Is this a trap? She doesn’t entertain the thoughts too long because the police are wrapping up their ripping apart of her apartment, and packing up to find this crazy fan’s house. She catches his eyes, those blues she can’t ever let go of, the one’s he shares with their child.

“How crazy is she? What kind of things did she say?”

Lexie doesn’t know why she asks, doesn’t know if she really wants to know. Something inside her tells her she doesn’t, but she also wants to be prepared for what they might find.

“Is she the kind of person who would…hurt someone? Do her letters make her sound that crazy?”

She’s torn between being upset about his lifestyle and the fact that in the end that’s what made this happen, and being mad at herself for ever leaving him so long ago, because maybe if she’d never left, they’d be safe in a house in the suburbs with security 24/7 in a gated community. More tears fill her eyes. This is her punishment, her payback. She looks up at him. This is her fault for living in an unsafe place, for leaving their son at risk.

Make it to Christmas 1/3

Info: Christmas for the Shelby clan were never special, but this year seems t be the worst as y/n, the youngest, has been diagnosed with the illness that takes many away.

Set in season 1

Masterlist

All was quiet in the Shelby household, all were asleep bar Tommy who sat in his office working on some papers that were due. His thoughts were stalled as he hears movement around the halls upstairs and a door slamming against a wall before sounds of chocking, causing him to sigh and move to stand up, knowing who it was.

duncan quagmire being an idiot 24/7

yeah, i’ve been annoyed before but i can’t even imagine the depth of exasperation isadora quagmire felt watching her brother carving his and his crush’s initials into the statue THEY WERE BEING KIDNAPPED IN

cause wherever you are is home

summary: basically what happened when max and lucas went home together in suzie, do you copy?

a/n: there is a criminally low amount of fics with lumax as the main ship so here is my minor contribution to rectify this. title from ‘home’ by catie turner. also posted on ao3

warnings: fluff

word count: 1.7k

masterlist

stop why did i grin like a dumb fuck reading this

Love triangle?? With atsv characters

Basically a love triangle between them, their spider alter ego and you … ?

Gwen has been longtime best friends with you and Peter for what feels like forever. Even after peters passing, you and Gwen remained close. Throughout the years, it was only natural for gwen to fall for you, her best friend. Peter had often encouraged her to try and go for it, but she never gave in to the temptation. Not when she has been lying to you for so long about who she really was. While her dad did often speak his mind on the mysterious spiderwoman and his doubts, you always seemed excited talking about her. It didn’t take long for her to find out you were not only a huge fan, but definitely had a bit of a crush.

This was amusing to her, obviously. But it also made her wonder if you felt nothing for the real her, and you just liked some alter ego of hers because she was cool and saved the day or whatever.

How you and spiderwoman met, was not under the best of circumstances. As you can imagine.

Growing up, you were always pretty tough. Fighting for and defending Peter against bullies, it was what drawn gwen to you right away. You always stood up for others, and perhaps in the real world it’d get you in more trouble, trying to help a defenses old man against some mugger, you nearly got real hurt in the process. Thankfully, your celebrity crush was there to web him up.

She remembers the look you gave her, you were so.. awestruck.

You never looked at her like that. Not the real her, anyway.

“Thank you spiderwoman!” you say with glee, a word she would almost never use to describe you.

She clears her throat, seeming off guard by the way you greeted her. Or perhaps she was caught off guard by how beautiful you looked in the moonlight. Is it hot outside or is it just her suit?

“Uh… uh…” she hesitates for a moment, before displaying faux confidence. She nods in understanding, “anytime, hopefully next time I’ll see you under better circumstances, cutie.” she says with a wink, before swinging away.

There’s practically hearts in your eyes, did spider woman… just flirt with you?!

Meanwhile, gwen is freaking the hell out over the fact she just said that. It’s certainly easier to flirt under the mask, she supposes.

You didn’t shut up about spiderwoman for the next week.

Miles was one of your best friends, had been for over a year now. Although this friendship, to many seemed newly found, to you both it felt like you knew eachother forever. You often ignored how Ganke never failed to mention that’s something people in love say about eachother.

Ganke was a close friend to the both of you. He was also very much aware of how miles was keeping this huge secret from you, and he often relayed to miles how he should just tell you already. Miles said no, everytime. So ganke had to resort to desperate measures, on one of your many hangouts with the two males.

“Hey, I’m curious.” Ganke starts, “what do you think of Spiderman?”

Miles nearly chokes, he looks wide eyed at ganke, as if ganke just killed a cat. Honestly, ganke is surprised miles hadn’t brought up Spiderman to you himself before, but honestly miles was terrified of what you actually thought, to the point he didn’t want it mentioned at all in front of you.

But your immediate grin makes miles almost audibly sigh.

“I think he’s awesome! Way cooler than the other one to be honest like wow have you seen that suit? Nice color.” Miles couldn’t help but notice the way your eyes lit up in excitement. How come he hasn’t heard you talk about spiderman before if you liked him so much?

“Hey, miles?”

“Huh?!” he yells, his voice becoming so high pitched it sounded like he was just hitting puberty, making you laugh.

“I- I mean.. yeah… what’s up?”

“Do you think he’s … cute?” you ask, rather curious what miles thinks of spiderman.

Ganke almost laughs at how wide miles eyes are, somehow even wider than before.

You would eventually have the chance to meet spiderman, which was not something miles would be happy about. A fight with a particularly … tough villain had caused much damage to the city. Miles swears, today he had to pull up at least 3 buses by his webs.

However, the bus you were in, as plain as day. He couldn’t see anyone but you, the other people in the bus being a blur to him.

He was scared, so so so scared. The moment you’re out and safe, he wants to hug you. He almost does, but he’s able to restrain himself once he feels gwen tug his arm, warning him of how weird that’d be.

He sighs, but he sees you smile at him, grateful. He’s blissfully unaware of how hot your cheeks are, seeing him in the flesh, in person.

You wonder if he’d be okay with signing an autograph.

Hobie was never the type for being subtle. He was blunt, but because of his casualness about it people do not take what he says seriously. He didn’t plan on making a strong effort to hide being spiderman from you. Because he trusts you, with his life in fact.

You two have fought together on many different occasions, way before he became spiderman. People didn’t like either of you, when you were young at least. Strong and unafraid, and like him, you often spoke your mind about things. Granted, you were a lot nicer about it but still. It’s something he definitely likes about you. To him, falling for you just felt natural. Like it was meant to happen. Like falling for you was second nature.

But over his time of becoming spiderman, he had … well… found out you had a major crush on his alter ego. You did not shut up about how “babygirl” he was. And while this was amusing at first, it annoyed him a little. Did that mean you weren’t interested in him, as hobie, romantically? And if you did find out who he really was, would you still like spiderman? Or would it ruin the imagination for you? And if you did, would it only be because he’s spiderman?

A lot of questions circle his mind, a lot of worry and it isn’t like him. He really hates it. Only you can manage to do that to him.

Eventually, the two of you do end up meeting.

You were known for being a fighter, laws or not, you didn’t care, maybe a bit headstrong in your beliefs. Maybe you got too caught up in things, as you often did. Difference was, hobie was not there to back you up. As he often was.

Not this time though, as apparently Hobie had some unfinished business to deal with. You had no idea what that meant, but you trusted hobie enough that he wouldn’t go off doing something stupid without you.

You were not hobie however, and did something stupid without him.

While yes, the guy had harassed you first and you had every right to be angry with him, you probably shouldn’t have provoked such a big and muscular looking guy. There’s no way you could take him in a fight, but you could always try.

Before you even had the gall to fight this guy, before he can even pull the first punch, webs are shot his way. You gasp in surprise, turning behind you to see the one and only.

His movements are quick, and honestly, spiderman struggles for a little.

If even he struggled during that fight, you didn’t stand a chance. But you’re too busy absolutely fangirl/boy/theythem’ing to even care.

Once everything was said and done, Spiderman turned around to take a look at you. He was relieved you weren’t banged up or anything, though you couldn’t tell. “You aight?” he asked, and typically he was so cool and collected, but around you he had no idea how he should be acting. Thoughts from before still clouding his mind:

He lets them go for a moment upon your excited squeal and has to hold himself back from laughing.

Pavitr mentioned spiderman quite a bit, and very early on when he first became the masked vigilante. He was quick to gauge your opinions, because in his mind you’re thoughts and feelings matter the most to him.

He would quickly learn you loved the guy, so he proudly continued doing the whole superhero thing. However, as time went by he had seen your admiration for Spiderman develop into a crush. Only upon your first meeting with him, though. He couldn’t blame you, he supposed that in your eyes this guy saved your life from imminent peril. In his eyes, he was just doing something that was common sense. Saving you while you were trapped in that bus was not something he needed to think twice about.

And he certainly didn’t think twice about hugging you, either. Despite you two not really being acquainted with one another. He was quick to come to his senses, about to pull away, but you held on. And he realized you needed this hug as much as he did. He combs his fingers through your hair, as if second nature. Just like he normally did, and he was the only one that ever did that. You didn’t seem to catch on in that state, but little did he know how grateful you were towards him. He could only imagine, but it was a fraction to how you truly felt.

“Thank you, spiderman.” You say with such softness in your voice, he’s never heard it from you before.

And from that point on, he did not stop hearing you gush about the arachnid. While he often laughed this off, he wondered if that meant things would be weird between you two if he told you the truth.