YAYYY UR ON THE MCVADI TRAIN UR ON THE PITT TRAIN
i feel drunk on the age gap yuri im being fed rn

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YAYYY UR ON THE MCVADI TRAIN UR ON THE PITT TRAIN
i feel drunk on the age gap yuri im being fed rn
im an avid prentits follower and you ABSOLUTELY will imprint on a phm character. i have also and now im reading the book and having to stop so often bc i love them so much. id say watch the film first
interesting! so curious why you think film first because i've been planning on book first
Meddison for 14 (kiss on the neck)! :) love your fics btw!
14: kiss on the neck
It’s just because of your curiosity, the first time it happens. You’ve always been curious. It’s not your fault that this time the curiosity is directed toward the woman your husband broke the already cracked foundations of your marriage for—it’s a natural urge, something anyone would be curious about. So—what is it about her? There has to be something, or Derek wouldn’t have stayed with her for as long as he did. You know him. Too well for it not to be painful.
Curiosity wins. You seek her out, just because you can wonder but you have to know. Maybe if you know, you can understand.
At least that’s how you rationalize it. It’s what you tell yourself when her hand is tracing dizzying circles around your clit and you’re pushing yourself into her greedy hands and her mouth is biting down hard on your neck when you shudder desperately against her. This will never happen again. It can't. You won't allow it to and she won't want that anyway.
After, she won’t kiss you on the mouth. You don’t want her to. You don’t ask. You might think about it once or twice, but that’s no one’s business but your own. Even if her eyes look like stars—dark and large and heavy with all the things unsaid—you’ll never admit it outside of your thoughts. You shiver, sensitive, and she grins, bending to press her lips to your shoulder.
Something, somewhere in the recess of your mind says this. This. You don’t want to examine the realization, but she’s moving again and you quiet the voice when she speaks.
“You’re beautiful,” she whispers in between kisses pressed to your flushed skin. Says it like she means it. You shake your head, hard, and she looks up in surprise.
She doesn’t say it again.
"I still have that sweater you left at my place."
"I know. It still smells like you."
>:)
I still have it. That sweater—the one you left at my—when we—yes. Yes, that one. The purple, gray with the—yes. A smile, a barely there, ghost of a thing. Creases at the corners of her mouth, weary. Yes, I remember. I know. I won’t, I—I’ll—. Silence, drawn out too-long. Honey, I. An attempt. Quieter: I miss you. I, I always have. Since—you have to know that. Another pause, just enough for a shuddering inhale. Yes. No, I. Yes, I know, I will. Alright. A sigh. Her wrist pops when the phone droops, imperceptible but for the jump of adjustment. It still smells like you. Even after—yes. Honey, I know. Another smile, pain pulling around the eyes. I can’t. You know—. You know. Exhale. Fine. That’s—fine. I won’t c—I won’t. She straightens, iron replacing the willow-soft droop of her shoulders. Ends the call, fingertip pressing white on the screen. I promise.
I miss talder please do something about it
“They say you favor me, you know.”
The phrase from Tally’s lips jars Sarah back to reality on a regular Sunday evening. She stops in place in the middle of the path. Tally doesn’t realize she’s stopped until she’s several paces ahead. When she does she turns and backtracks to face her.
“Tally,” Sarah says, helpless as she often is when faced with Tally’s earnestness.
“Why do you look at me like..." Tally trails off, dark eyes so wide, so expressive, in the quiet of the night. Sarah just waits, watches the swirl of emotions unfurl on Tally's face as she struggles for the right words.
“When you look at me," Tally says finally, “What do you see?"
Sarah hums, low in her throat, and contemplates the question. “I look at you, your eyes, and I... see the sky. The shine of billions of stars in the night, from when I was a little girl." She pauses then, glances upward at the stars she can see today. “Many of them are gone now—lost to pollution over the years." The decades—centuries, now.
When she looks back, Tally's eyes are shining, soft, to match the curve of her smile, and her cheeks are flushed pink. “I never knew you were such a romantic."
Sarah's answering smile is faint. “Didn't you?"
Humming as she reaches out, Tally's fingers fan out behind her ear, brushing softly through the tangles of her hair when she cups Sarah's jaw in the palm of her hand. Sarah's eyes flutter shut and she sighs, leaning into the warmth of her hand. Something about this girl makes her soft, softer than she otherwise ought to be. Tally draws her into a chaste kiss, nothing more than lips brushing once and then again. Sarah should mind her boldness much more than she does.
jo this might be the dumbest thing i’ve ever said in my life but: what color are addison’s eyes???? because to me they look blue-grey but i keep seeing people writing/drawing her with green eyes and i’m starting to wonder if i’m colorblind or losing my mind or both???
to me they are blue-green depending on the light and the colors around her! a lot of the fandom writes her with strictly green eyes- i take the stance of "whatever feels right in the moment" lol. but because they fluctuate its really up to interpretation
Derek isn’t perfect and definitely has disrespectful moments but when he’s good he’s great. And those moments are so dreamy, if you will, lol that they make you understand why Meredith puts up with his bs. She isn’t naive or dumb, she’s banking on a dream! Which is more than often her reality, until it’s not. And ngl I love it. The early days in their lives especially, when the writing and chemistry were excellent and they liked and loved each other.
when he's good he's great and dreamy and all that - i totally agree. however when he's bad he's terrible! absolute manipulator of a person. i think it would've been really interesting in canon to see meredith's complete separation from that dream where she realizes her whole life was based on a sort of a lie. she loves him, of course she does, but i want to see her stop liking him.
i would've loved to see him live just a little longer that she realizes that the power trip of attending/intern and her being "less than" him was a big part of why he chased her initially. we see it a little bit before he dies, but she progresses in her career so suddenly and he has a problem with her doing that because suddenly they're equals.
and with addison too, a big part of why merder works is because meredith is fresh and new to him, she's over a decade younger than him, and addison is both intellectually and professionally his equal. hell, i mean they went to med school together. i think it would be really interesting to see how all three of them intersect because of this complex he has. it's a big part why @nostradamus0's recent meddison fic is so compelling to me, it really goes into derek's relationship patterns and meredith needing to get away- and draws similarities between her situation at the point in canon before derek's death and addison's situation of being cast aside years earlier.
this ramble is almost completely unrelated to the original ask- but my point was that derek and addison and meredith as characters (and also as foils! more on that eventually. most likely) are SO interesting to me. the back and forth and back and forth and screaming in hallways and fucking in examination rooms and making the gayest comments known to man about the opposite ends of the love triangle are just so. peak. drama. i love season 2.
How does it feel to be thinking about milfs
im normal about them. why do you ask