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#plaestics . an independent , private , plot - driven MARK SLOAN of abc's grey's anatomy . grounded in canon , heavily headcanon - based from 8+ years of character building . 21+ and mutuals only ! portrayed by jenn ( she / her , 28+ , est ) .

#pinned.#dni.#maybe i'll make this prettier one day i just need something here

emmawswan

make me choose: Mark Sloan or Derek Shepherd

#` » visage / the sea is meant to suffocate in his own love.#i am Thinking.......

i’ve been writing mark for over 5 years now, and the best thing that ever happened to him to date is @vnerate

#love me some magscaroni and cheese #this was sitting open on this user and honestly when is it not appropriate #ss dream team 4 life #` » ooc.

crganaleia

grey’s anatomy meme: (2/8) relationships » Lexie Grey and Mark Sloan

“She makes me happier than… anything I’ve ever known. And if I can have a part in making her happy again, that’s all I wanna do.”

#` » visage / the sea is meant to suffocate in his own love.#` » dynamic / we're meant to be.#slexie breakdown hours are 24/7 what can we say #RE : LEXIE GREY.

vnerate.

———– spotify 1 - 100 starters / for : @plaestics feat. #1 : “i don’t want to miss a thing” cover by katie kadan

the flight has made her tired, despite the fact that she should be well-used to travel by now. there’s something different, she supposes, about a long journey ending in motel bed or monstrous chase and one bringing her here: his couch, a different couch than in younger years, but smelling of him nevertheless. head is canted back at an angle, drooping eyelids trained on the television at whatever the fuck movie this is that she agreed to watching, mere background noise. half a beer rests in her palm ; the threat of spilling it is one half the force that keeps her from dozing.

the other half is that she’d loathe to close her eyes, loathe to miss even a single moment of this reunion. too long she’s dreamt about it, too many questions buzz through her head. he’s tried to quiet her, lull her with this movie and this comfortable silence, his old tricks.

she has her own, though, too.

❝ so . . . we might as well get this one out of the way . . . ❞ her eyes find her way back to him, bright blue and piercing and perhaps even mischevious ; right brow defies exhaustion’s gravity to raise. ❝ are you seeing anyone ? ❞

ROUTINE COMES EASILY , AS IF NO TIME HAS PASSED . the enveloping of her small frame in his arms , checking for signs of exhaustion that he doubts she would ever admit , the banter that walks the line between good - natured and inappropriate , the cold drinks , the settling on any cushioned surface to allow bodies to rest if only for a moment — just when he thought he knew how much he missed her , life allowed them a reunion that proves it’s tenfold .

question posed causes a laugh that starts as a low rumble , shaking his head and dipping chin to chest in a way that was almost boyish . mark sloan did not get shy , especially around the topic of women . she of all people would know that , and it’s why he’s quick to clear to clear his throat , meeting her gaze and allowing brows to pull together in time with a wide grin .

“ i think i should be offended that you’re even asking . many women would agree that despite not thinking it’s humanly possible , i have in fact gotten that much better looking with age . i’m kind of like a god . ” his own bottle is lifted to lips , fingers clasped around frosted neck as he takes a long swing ––- and he hesitates . “ what , did derek say something ? ”

#vnerate #length : medium.#` » verse / i was here.#me showing up months later thinking about how much i adore them :#SS DREAM TEAM BACK AT IT BABY #this is too good my heart

plaestics

hey what’s up it’s me watching greys live for the first time in years ready to clown about lexie grey xo

plaestics

update : i was not prepared and idk what to do with myself anymore

plaestics

this is so funny because i had literally zero idea what was coming myway and i’m still having a breakdown about it months later

#me : fingers crossed for a mark mention pls just one that's all #the noise i made when he showed up and the amount that i cried #i should probably gif more than just the one set but will i make it? we just don't know #` » ooc.#tbd.

fatalelity.

the events of the plane crash spread into california like the wildfires. lexie grey is dead. mark sloan is severely injured. those thoughts gnawed at her like a nightmare every day – she’s dazed, terrified. she’s at crossroads with jake : he’s kind, he’s patient, he understands her. yet, it was barely moments she delivered amelia’s baby – her baby without a brain. then, the news about mark, derek, and the rest comes crashing down at her like a wrecking ball.

as if it is a blur, she has henry sitting at the backseat in his baby seat. somehow, she’s hitting the gas pedal and driving towards seattle. somehow, she finds herself standing before the hospital that was once so familiar and yet… everything has changed. she’s been here for days, her eyes looking over mark sloan’s hospital bed as she hopes for a medical miracle to happen.

her fatigued body is asleep beside his. her arms folded as she rests – henry’s with the daycare at this moment and addison is, quite frankly, tired.

@plaestics / hi i hate this

IT COMES IN WAVES ——- the memories , loss , pain . disjointed , but enough to piece it together . and he knows that it’s better , in theory , to be there . he knows that he’s supposed to fight . sofia was here . and callie , derek , jackson , arizona , addison ......... he’s supposed to be here , with them . but with every reminder of who he’s fighting for , there’s an ache in his chest that speaks to what he’s lost . it’s in the quiet moments that he thinks of her . in the short intervals he’s left alone , when the residents’ blue scrubs fly past his door , when he stirs from whatever sleep he can muster and he swears she’ll be there waiting for him . but she never is .

this time lids flutter open to a form he knows all too well fast asleep in the chair at his bedside . for this ? for this , he can crack a smile . movements are slow , body primed to scream at sudden movement , but he reaches out a hand just far enough to brush against her arm . “ y’still drooling over me ? ”

#fatalelity #length : short.#` » verse / i was here.#the fact that THIS is the ~comeback piece of writing on this blog coupled with the verse name #maybe i will in fact laugh so i don't cry #HI GANY WHAT'S UP HOW'S IT GOING

plaestics

hey what’s up it’s me watching greys live for the first time in years ready to clown about lexie grey xo

plaestics

update : i was not prepared and idk what to do with myself anymore

#I WAS HOPING FOR A MENTION BUT WHAT WE ACTUALLY GOT.....I WAS NOT READY #i’ve been emotionally compromised for over 2 hrs now and show no signs of stopping #i need 2 lie down forever #grey’s anatomy spoilers /#grey’s spoilers /#tbd.

hey what’s up it’s me watching greys live for the first time in years ready to clown about lexie grey xo

#if we get a mark mention i will lose my fucking mind #EXPECT ME BACK PROBABLY #4 muse and 4 mags xo #ooc /#tbd.

vnerate.

she never kept track of the nights they spent together because when they first began, she assumed they wouldn’t last. theirs is a program tough, rigorous, demanding, cutthroat, with little time for a social life beyond study groups and rotations, bonds which last for the duration of the course or round before fading away. she never expected to like anyone — and, in all honesty, perhaps him least of all. early in their acquaintanceship, she’d thought of and called him all manner of things, from a child to a womanizing pig, a dichotomy he himself pointed out was inherently incongruous, contradictory.

he’s those things, sure. yet so much more.

he smiles at her and she’s aware of how many women would kill to have the position which she currently occupies. wonders if, perhaps, there was even supposed to be another individual here in it today. one who would want his waffles and his sausage. she hadn’t bothered to check when she called him, hadn’t asked if he had other plans. she’d been stupid, needy, selfish . . . yet he’d taken her in just the same. so she manages a half smile with the right side of her lips, if for no other reason than to show him that his efforts last night were not in vain. a playful chide. ❝ the ones who put out. that is objectifying. ❞

small feet pad gently across the room. blue eyes crusted with sleep regard the countertop like an operating table, space limited, components complex . . . delicately, she moves aside plates and utensils to clear a space just large enough for her butt and hoists herself up. her feet dangle high off the ground, making her feel like a child. but more joyful, less petulant than before. warmed from the heat of the stovetop and the extraneous fabric of his big cotton shirt.

❝ really, really well. i just hope i didn’t keep you up or anything. ❞ she must’ve drooled on him, inevitably, and with her nose stuffed from snot, she imagines she must’ve snored. a mortifying image she has no choice but to trust he won’t pass on to anyone in the future who dares to think her sexy. ❝ how much longer on that coffee ? ❞

JUST BECAUSE HE DOESN’T PRY , does not mean he’s not observing . it’s a habit , picked up when he was a child , a talent of sorts that developed with age . and despite the scoff and quick retorts to most colleagues or teachers , it’s one of the things that has made him such a talented surgeon . on another level , it reared its head with people he cared about ----- the shepherds were a prime example , and dana scully was another .

so he follows her with his gaze ; each step , the way she navigates in his work space , the expressions that come and go with ease . it is out of concern , of course , but at the back of his mind he’s also well aware that he would absolutely risk the investment that were his hands to knock out anyone and everyone that was even remotely responsible for how she had shown up at his door the night prior . a new day allowed him to venture down that path , instead of focusing all his attention on ensuring she was actually able to rest . but it’s enough ( at least for now ) and it allows the smile to grow that much wider as he turns to check the coffee . “ another minute ----- milk and sugar are behind you . hey , did you want bacon too ? 'cause i can do it all , baby . ” ( as if she needed a reminder of the ego he lovingly tended to . )

pancakes slid onto a plate , he pours the rest of the batter in circles on the griddle , reaching over her to put the bowl in the sink . “ and you didn’t , for the record . keep me up . i slept like a baby once you passed out . the couch is more comfortable than i thought . ” when the coffee finishes he tops up a mug , extending an arm in her direction before pouring his own . “ so what’s our plan for today ? ”

#vnerate #length : medium.#med school verse tag.#SURPRISE IT'S ME #i'm surprising both of us really but they are so important 2 me i felt it in my bones

commedsgarcons

grey’s anatomy meme: 7/10 characters → mark everett sloan

#` » visage / the sea is meant to suffocate in his own love.#nobody loves u more than me xo

vnerate.

——– i guess this is a starter, which i didn’t intend for it to be, i just needed to get this visual out of my systerm lololol / for : @plaestics

she’s wearing his shirt, yesterday’s makeup, and a single popcorn kernel in her hair. she could’ve slept forever, she figures, face pressed against his pillows — which smell like him and cheap beer and a little bit of derek’s cologne — and she likely would’ve were it not for the distinct aroma of pancakes wafting from the kitchen. unexpected, this gesture, and wholly unnecessary, for he’s already done so much for her already.

across the room from him, she lingers, small and tired and suddenly guilty. she hadn’t intended to stay, to take up his time and his space, hadn’t intended to unload all her heaviness on him. it overwhelms her, the vulnerability she showed him, like the four extraneous sizes of cotton drowning her small frame.

she looks to him with his dumb soul patch and his spatula, then to the floor ; navy blue pedicure is chipping on right big toe, falling apart like everything else. clears her throat, though it does little to help sleep-addled voice. ❝ you do this for every woman who spends the night with you? or just the pathetic crying ones? ❞

HE’S LOST TRACK OF THE LATE NIGHTS THEY’VE SPENT TOGETHER . at the library , student lounge , various houses , a series of bars , someone’s dorm , someone’s apartment . ( always clothed , but not for his lack of trying — before they fell into a rhythm . ) but something about this night was different . never before had she appeared so vulnerable , small frame aiding in the picture as he tugged her from her place on his doorstep into his chest . and so they spent the rest of it with him intent on achieving the sole victory of making her smile , eyeroll included or not , just once . at some point she had fallen asleep , weight easily tucked beneath covers , him taking his place at her side —— determined to protect even from dreams had they come to bite . and the next morning when he rose like clockwork , he had decided to leave her be . a self - declared expert in all aspects of dana scully at this point , never had she looked so at peace — why disrupt that ?

he doesn’t notice her at first , nodding his head along to a song playing in his head while he moves around the small kitchen ; boxers hang on hips , old varsity football shirt both cropped and with the sleeves cut off , flour is his hair . coffee on a pot behind him , he attempts flipping the small circles for nobody but himself before voice startles him . it’s impossible not to grin when he looks up , and he doesn’t miss a single beat with the slow wink . “ you kidding me ? the ones that put out get waffles . ” they don’t need to say anything else ----- he wouldn’t demand that of her . “ how’d you sleep ? ”

#vnerate #length : medium.#med school verse tag.#told you i would be hitting you with smth when you wouldn't be expecting it xo #getting back into my mark groove like :~)

me and @vnerate screaming at each other because mark and dana are doctors and their initials together are literally MD

MD SS DREAM TEAM

#(M)ARK (D)ANA (S)CULLY (S)LOAN......dream team #the SS is important bc it's a boat #mags pls explain this better than me thank u #we're not gonna get over this but it's fine we love it #this is my contribution for today : tears abt mark's emotional support study buddy #` » ooc.#tbd.

m.ark s.loan loves his pal d.ana s.cully, pass it on

#hey tumblr user @ vnerate this is a post for you #i am : in my feelings #ss dream team is where it’s at on this day #` » ooc.#tbd.

wow so @vnerate is really out here making me watch mark’s death scene(s) so that’s where we’re at tonight

#can you believe..........can you BELIEVE.........#i also hate that this has given me muse #been writing on jay + my multi so maybe will be here tomorrow.......potentially? :~)#unless i get bullied some more but stay tuned #ooc /#tbd.