#denny x reader

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*HEARTBEAT - (Denny Duquette) 💔💞⌛

*Happily Evil After - (The Courier/Evil Sivle) ⌛

*Happily Evil After Pt2 - (The Courier/Evil Sivle) 💦💞⌛

[snootsnoot-fiction]

I Heart You

Pairing: Denny Duquette x reader

Warnings: Mention of death, reference to sex (this was meant to be an aftercare fic but turned into general fluff mostly)

A/n: This is another birthday gif for @lemonboy-milo​ its officially been a year since i wrote my first ever fic as well, all for this gay boi, I hope your day is as good as can be

Summary: Denny can finally really look after you since his surgery...

It had been a long, and difficult few months to say the least. A heart transplant was no small feet. Nor was everything that came after. There was always a chance of the host body rejecting a new organ.

You were scared for weeks after Denny’s operation. You were more than grateful for his second chance of course - he was almost at the end of his rope on life before receiving this heart - but you were also way too aware that things could be snatched away when you least expect it.

Needless to say, no matter how strong you tried to stay for your man, it was you that ended up needing most comfort. Denny, as much as he hated the idea of leaving you, had personally made peace long ago with the strong possibility of death. 

You had your moments of course. Moments when visiting in the hospital where you would be stronger than ever. It broke you to see him as he was, but you loved him with everything you had. So long as Denny Duquette was alive, you were okay. He was fighting for you, it was only fair you fought for him too.

After the transplant operation, Doctor Burke had gone over what was to come with you and Denny. The average recovery from a heart transplant was at least six months. So, when the man was finally able to go home a few weeks later, you took time off work to make sure you could do anything and everything for him at such a pivotal time. He was no longer in the hospital, and you didn’t want to take any chances.

Denny Duquette tried to get you to relax at times. Of course, he wouldn’t always succeed, but whenever he did, he made sure to promise to not do much. The amount you cared for him and his healing was something he would absolutely never take advantage of. Plus, the sooner he recovered, the better.

The man hated not being able to look after you. That was his one job in life - make sure you were alright. In all the events that occurred thanks to his bad heart, however, he had eventually learnt that taking care of himself was taking care of you. Naturally, he still had his bad times, but it was all worth it to prolong your life together, and keep you happy. 

You had met Denny at the Seattle Grace hospital. He had struck up a conversation while the both of you were waiting in line at the coffee cart. His heart problems were mentioned, and ever since then you had been worried about him and anything relating to his heart. The man even gave you his coffee so you didn’t have to buy one after you expressed concern. 

The two of you had been in intimate situations before, but never full on intercourse. As much as you wanted it at times, not only were you scared about his heart, but you were shy. All that mattered to Denny was that you were comfortable and okay. ‘When you’re ready darlin’ he would say. When his heart got worse and he got his new one, you would suggest you’d be ready when he was fully recovered, but he’d always gently turn you down, insisting you had to be ready. To be comfortable. To truly want it.

That being said, it happened so naturally. It was perfect and everything you could have imagined and more. It had been about seven months since the surgery, and the man wanted to treat you. The perfect indoor date, just the two of you. He went all out, even pretending to drop you off back home at the bedroom door. It was in that moment, as you looked into his loving eyes, emotion swelled up inside you like a hurricane. Before you knew it, you had pulled him in for a passionate kiss. 

The rest, as they say, was history. At least it was up until now. You were laying in Denny’s arms, completely naked and content for the first time in your life. All your worries, in this moment, were nowhere to be found as this man held you to his bare chest. 

“How’s my Y/N?” He asked softly as his thumb rubbed circles into your arm and he placed a kiss upon your head.

“Mmm great…” You murmured softly as you watched your own hand just sitting on his torso. “How are you?” You asked after a few moments, looking up at him. He knew you were thinking about his heart.

“I’m fine baby,” he spoke with a smile as he lifted one hand to cup your face, “more than fine. I love you so much dollface.” His words made you blush and you began to look away, but he gently grabbed your chin between his thumb and forefinger, making you look at him again. “You’ve done so much for me this past year.. I am more than thankful for that.” All you could do was smile shyly and blush harder. He simply chuckled. 

“What are you doing?” You whimpered when Denny slowly started to move.

“I’m looking after you.” He stated matter-of-factly as he gently laid you back down and stood up from the bed, pulling his underwear back on. “Uh- no no no!” The words came out firmly as he leaned over to press a hand to your shoulder when you started to move.

“I should be looking after you…” You pouted at him.

“Baby doll you need to relax okay?” His hand moved to cup your cheek again. “You have been looking after me since we first met, let me really look after you for once, yeah?” He waited, not wanting to let you get up. You could see the seriousness in his eyes. The love and desire to be his normal self again.

“Okay..” you eventually managed to mumble as you laid back as you were. Smiling, Denny’s hand brushed down your arm, grabbed your hand, and pulled it up to his lips for a kiss. His eyes sparkling with happiness as he looked at you.

After another moment, the man let go as he grabbed the sheets to pull them over your nude form. You grabbed the sheets eagerly, hugging them up to your chin.

“You need anything?” He questioned as he stood straight again.

“Just you.. cuddles..” your words made him chuckle softly.

“Is my baby thirsty?” The man gave you a firm look, making you nod ever so slightly. “I’ll just get you some water, okay? Then we can cuddle.” 

You listened to the sound of his footsteps and the clink of glasses as he retrieved one from the cupboard. A grin creeped on your face as the seconds passed and you expected him to walk back in. The tiniest squeal left you when he reappeared, causing the widest smile yet to spread across his face and yet another blush to spread across yours.

“Here.” Denny moved to sit on his side of the bed before handing you the glass. He watched as you downed the water. “Very thirsty.” He commented as you placed the glass on the bedside table. You wasted no time in holding up the bed sheets and patting his spot, silently commanding him to now cuddle. “So impatient!” The man chuckled again as he slid under the covers with you.

Instead of cuddling right away, he laid on his side facing you, grabbing your hands and holding them to his chin. 

“How did I ever get so lucky huh?” Letting one of his hands go, Denny stroked your hair with such affection you could have melted and fallen into a puddle on the floor. 

“I don’t know..” you squirmed slightly, not used to someone caring for you like the man in front of you did.

“C’mere…” Letting go of your hands, he opened his arms. You squealed excitedly again, causing him to chuckle, as you turned around and wiggled back into him. Little spoon that you were. His arms closed tightly around you as he pulled you further into him as he breathed in your scent and let out a long, satisfied sigh. 

“Y/N… I dont think you know just how much I appreciate everything you have done for me, especially over these last few months,” he whispered into your ear. You could hear everything he felt hanging on his every word. “I haven’t been able to look after you as well as I would’ve liked, but now with this new heart, I can do that and love you twice as hard as I ever did.. So I hope you know what you’ve gotten yourself in for darlin’.” He nuzzled his face into the back of your neck.

“I love you too Denny baby.” Your words portrayed how soft he had made you feel. This man, who was unable to be the man he usually was for so long, had every intention of looking after you in every sense. You stuck with him all this time, helped him through all the bad, and now he was back to full strength, he was going to do the exact same for his precious baby doll. 

[pedroscurls]

Title: Reassure Me

Anonymous requested: Could you do some denny fluff, where he is getting back home ? // How about denny being a little self concious about his scar and the reader helping him? 

Character(s): Denny Duquette and Reader Summary: After being released from the hospital since his heart transplant, Denny feels a bit self-conscious with his new scar. Word Count: 1,605 Warning: None. Author’s Note: YAY! Another Denny request! I decided to join these two together since they can be paired with one another easily! Thank you to both anons who requested this! We can never have too much Denny, I think ;-). Enjoy! <3

Denny was more than ready to get home. The heart transplant had been successful and after staying in the hospital for another few months, he was yearning to be in the comfort of his own house. However, you made sure that everything with his health and the heart transplant was approved by many doctors in Seattle Grace Hospital. You could never be too sure and you always wanted to be careful.

“I’m ready, baby,” Denny said, hooking an arm around your waist.

It felt great again to be able to just lean against him and have him tower over you. It brought back many memories from before he was diagnosed with his condition. Now, you and Denny were engaged and you couldn’t wait to spend the rest of your life with him now that he had a clean slate for his new health.

“I know you are. You’ve been ready for the past few months,” you teased.

“What can I say? I’m ready to go home and familiarize myself with you and our bed,” he winked.

“Not so fast, tiger. No strenuous activity yet. Doctors orders,” you smiled.

“That’s all right. You can be on top.” Denny smirked, dropping his hand to grasp your backside.

You squeaked and gently poked his side, causing him to jerk away from you. “You’re dirty.”

“Clean me up then,” he winked.

“You never quit, do you?”

“I’m a virile man who has been deprived of sex. I plan on doing a lot of making up,” Denny confirmed. “I’ve got a new heart, so I’m going to utilize it to the best of my ability.”

“And sex is one of them?”

“It’s at the top of my list,” he chuckled, leaning down to peck your lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Denny.”

“Thanks for sticking by my side the past five years…” he whispered, cupping your cheek. “I don’t think I would have waited that long if not for you.”

“Yes, you would have…”

He shrugged. “You gave me more meaning to my life, and now, we’re getting married.”

“Yes, we are,” you grinned. “And I can’t wait to become Mrs. Duquette.”

“It sounds perfect,” Denny smiled.

“Like it was meant to be,” you added.

Denny looked into your eyes as he maintained his own smile. “It was,” he confirmed.

“Well, let’s continue this moment back home. We can get something to eat on the way too,” you suggested.

“Let’s get some groceries. We’re going to be home now and I miss your homemade meals.”

“Mm, and I miss your cooking too,” you added.

“It’s a good thing we both know how to cook. Our kids are going to be lucky,” Denny grinned.

“Kids, huh?”

“Oh, I want plenty with you.”

“You just want to do the deed as many times as possible,” you laughed.

“Is that so wrong?” Denny chuckled, kissing your forehead. “Let’s go home, baby.”

You and Denny had been home for three months now. Still, Denny had monthly visits to the hospital to make sure that the new heart he received was working and there were no problems whatsoever. Once he was cleared to start exercising, he had taken you home and ravaged you like some sort of beast who had been deprived of food. Needless to say, it was the best sex you ever had.

Since then, you and Denny had sex at least twice a day. He made sure to go to bed after having sex because he loved the way your body felt against his. But for today’s hospital visit, you could tell that his demeanor had changed.

He was quiet, even while the two of you were waiting for Dr. Burke to call you into a room. You knew that his stitches healed, but Dr. Burke wanted to make sure that it was healing correctly. Denny didn’t say much, but you knew that the visible scar had made him self-conscious about himself.

“Denny, it’s so good to see you,” Dr. Burke grinned.

Denny stood, taking your hand and leading you to the room where Dr. Burke led you both to. “Nice to see you too, Dr. Burke.”

“You’re looking good, man. When’s the wedding?” he asked with a grin.

Denny looked over at you and smiled, shutting the door behind him. “In November. We’ve got a Fall wedding.”

“It’s going to be great,” you added.

“I’m glad that you both have the details finalized. I’m still waiting for my invitation,” Dr. Burke teased.

You smiled and replied, “Invitations will be going out in the next month actually, and I can assure you that your name is on the list.”

“Great. I’m sure it’ll be a wonderful ceremony.”

Denny nodded, “Can’t wait to marry this girl.”

“Oh, I know. You’ve only talked about her every time I came into your room to check your vitals,” Dr. Burke laughed.

“Well, I love her. Gotta let everyone know,” he winked in your direction.

You sat down at the chair near the wall while Denny hoisted himself up onto the examining table. He removed his shirt per Dr. Burke’s request and looked away from you with a subtle ashamed look on his face.

“Scarring is healing up nicely,” Dr. Burke commented. “Unfortunately, it’s going to be a permanent scar, but it’s a constant reminder that you fought and fought and in the end, your persistence won. You’re alive because of it.”

Denny nodded, pulling his shirt back on. “Yeah. It reminds me every day all right.”

The rest of the check-up went smoothly. Dr. Burke listened to Denny’s heartbeat and asked him to take deep breaths as well as to walk to and from the room and down the hallway.

Once Dr. Burke released him with another successful visit, you took Denny’s hand and led him out of the hospital. He was quiet, but he didn’t distance himself. Though, you knew him too well to know that something was wrong.

The ride back home was filled with an uncomfortable silence. There was an ‘elephant’ in the room that needed to be addressed, but neither of you wanted to say anything. Instead, you went straight to the kitchen and began preparing for dinner. Denny went straight to his office and shut the door quietly, keeping himself isolated in the room alone.

Preparing and cooking dinner took longer than you expected, but Denny hadn’t emerged from his office since arriving home. You had set up the table for the both of you and decided to talk to him. You didn’t want the tension while eating dinner anyway.

With a quiet knock, you heard him mumble a quiet ‘come in’. Walking inside, you noticed him dropping the lower half of his shirt to cover his body. You knew he was staring at his scar.

“You okay?” you asked quietly, walking towards him.

“I’m fine. Is dinner ready?” Denny walked past you, but you sighed and grabbed his wrist, turning him around.

“Talk to me…”

“Nothing to talk about, baby. I’m all right,” he shrugged.

“Is it your scar? Is that why you’re acting like this?” you blurted out.

“What? No.”

“Denny…”

“I just—That scar will always be there. I won’t be able to wear v-necks or tank-tops or walk around the beach without a shirt because people will stare,” he mumbled.

“So? You’re alive because of that new heart, Denny… Scar or no scar, I still love you. You’re still handsome to me.”

“You’re just saying that because you have to.”

“I’m saying it because it’s the truth. Do you know how many women turn their heads when you walk by?” You asked, dropping your hand to lace with his fingers. “Sure, people will stare, but that scar is proof that you beat your condition, Denny. You’re here with me because of it.”

“It’s not appealing whatsoever,” he mumbled.

“We all have flaws. We all have scars. Yours? It’s proof that you’re alive because of it. You have spent five years in and out of the hospital, baby… That scar is nothing to what you have been through,” you replied reassuringly, standing on your toes to peck his lips.

“I guess I’m just a bit self-conscious about it that’s all…”

“That’s totally fine though… Just don’t shut me out,” you sighed. “How can I help you and reassure you when I don’t know what’s going on?”

“I’m sorry…”

“Don’t apologize. I love you all the same. I may even love you more now because we have the best sex every night,” you smiled, blushing.

“Best sex, huh?” he grinned.

“Oh yes. The way you go fast then switch it up by dragging it out with your long, deep strokes?” You bit your lower lip, absently squeezing your legs. “I love it.”

“Mm, okay. Let’s eat before I take you over my desk,” he winked.

“I wouldn’t be opposed to it. Bend me over and take me from behind, Denny,” you whispered seductively.

He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you flush to his chest. “Minx.”

“You love it,” you smiled.

“That I do, and I love you too.”

“Good because I love you just as much, Denny.”

He smiled and pecked your lips. “Thank you for making me feel better.”

“It’s what I’m here for,” you nodded.

“I thought you were here to suck my—”

You shook your head and covered his mouth, looking into his eyes lovingly. “Hush. Let’s go eat so we can head on up to our bedroom for a night of fun.”

Denny chuckled, gently nibbling at your palm. “I love you, honey.”

“I love you too, Denny.”

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Foreign Letters - Chapter Two

~MASTERLIST~  

Summary: Denny continues to read the letters as June gives him more memoirs and reveals her inner conflicts.

Word Count: 2472

A/N: Sooo, Chapter Two of pure suffering and sadness coming your way. Let me know if you like it and leave feedback!  

Warnings: angst (obviously)

Tagging: @jeffreyfuckingdeanmorgan , @jdms-network and no one since nobody told me they wanted to be tagged.

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(gif originally posted by @jdm-negan-mcnaughty )

Time will take us all but I can’t let her go.

Denny stared at the last three words of the letter he was currently holding, “giggles and delight.” He let a small smile grace his lips as tears fell onto the paper, creating some darker spots. He hugged the letter close to his fresh scar, somehow hoping that the door would open and she walks in.  

He wanted to hear her delighted giggles and jokes one last time. Feel her touch, her small, fragile body pressed against his. But he knew that wasn’t going to happen. And that thought killed him more and more as he reminded himself of it.

Shaking his head and tearing his thoughts away from the hope of ever seeing her again, he put the letter on his lap and picked up the letter with the number two on it.

This time, he didn’t hesitate and decided to open the letter, knowing that reliving the happy memories and conversations would not ease the pain but, at least, help to remind him of her as a person.

He ripped the envelope open and took out two papers, one a normal white, the other a slight yellowish tint. Denny recognized the page in an instant and took a closer look at it to confirm his suspicions.

It was a page of her favorite book, “The Old Man and The Sea” by Ernest Hemmingway. A chuckle escaped his mouth at the remembrance they shared through this tiny book. Denny breathed in the familiar scent the book held, the worn-out paper rough against his fingertips.

He put the page down and laid the necklace he received in the first letter down on it, careful so it doesn’t slip from his lap. Although, he knew what she wanted to tell him with said page, he was still unsure whether he wanted to confirm it. He had never read the book but June raved about it so much, he was sure he could tell the story without any problems.

His gaze fell back on the snow-white paper which held another message of hers in it. He took a deep breath, in through his nostrils and out through his mouth, holding his tears back.

—

I bet you recognised the page, right? Sure, you did, I couldn’t shut up about it. Sometimes I wondered how you put up with my rambles and still seemed so interested anytime we’d discuss about it.  

I remember our very first conversation about it like it was yesterday and it was honestly one of the best and most relieving talks I’ve had since arriving in the hospital.

—

June exited her hospital room, closing the white, heavy door behind her while guiding her I.V pole along with her. She looked around, politely greeting the nurses and doctors that passed her.

She arrived at Denny’s station faster than she expected and slowed her pace down, nerves already crashing her thoughts like tsunami waves. A few of the nurses that helped Denny the previous day passed her, their faces lighting up when they spotted the purple headscarf.

The old lady breezed past June, scaring her and almost knocking her over. She recognized her in an instant and stopped her steps, smiling apologetically at June, “I’m sorry, dear, I didn’t notice you immediately. Are you here to visit Denny?”

June’s pale face flushed a bright red, her gaze falling on the hospital walls and equipment, “Uhhh, yes. We, I, uhm, decided to get to know each other I guess?” She sheepishly smiled, scratching her arm in a nervous gesture.

The older woman began to laugh and touched June’s shoulder, “No need to be nervous. Denny couldn’t shut up about you throughout my whole shift yesterday. Just, keep in mind that he’s bed bound for the next few days.” She winked at her, giving her a soft pat on the shoulder and walking towards another room, disappearing behind the door.

June nodded despite that the nurse couldn’t see her anymore. She took a deep breath, smoothing her clothes out as if that would make her look any better and decided to go for it.

—

Denny’s head snapped up from the newspaper he currently held in his hands as a soft knock echoed through his room. He waited a couple of seconds, not saying anything and furrowed his brows when no one entered, “Come in!” He called out and that’s when a click was heard, the door slowly opening.

A dimpled smile spread on his face when he saw a purple scarf and picked up the sounds of squeaking wheels. A slightly anxious looking June closed the door behind her and stood in the middle of the room.

“Hello June! How are you?” Denny cut the awkward silence short, her green eyes staring back into his own. He saw her posture relax and a genuine smile gracing her lips.

“Hi Denny.” She breathed, “I’m fine and how about you? I heard you’re bedbound again.” Her comment coaxed a chuckle out of his throat as he averted his gaze elsewhere and June took a seat in the armchair beside the bed.

“Yeah yeah, I’m better now. You just caught me off guard yesterday.” He defended while he felt his skin heat up and he fumbled with the newspaper. He tensed up as he felt June’s small hand cover his own. He let his gaze travel upwards, slowing down when it landed on her.  

Denny noticed her leaning forward with a reassuring smile, “I know that you’re just as nervous as I am but relax a bit, okay? Let’s get to know each other.” Denny nodded in response, immediately relaxing at her soft touch and caring voice.

He had no idea what it was about her that put him under a spell. Maybe it was the way she carried herself or the way she could make anything and anybody smile with a simple gesture. But what he knew was that she somehow already started to brighten up his day, make him forget that he could die at any given moment.

“Okay, can I ask you a few things?” Denny asked, a feeling of delight spreading within him when she gave an enthusiastic nod, “So, you’re obviously from England, where exactly and why are you in the States?”

June weighed out her answer for a few seconds. Should she be 100% honest from the beginning and just go for it or be cautious and not reveal too much yet. Her head screamed at her to stand up and get out of here.  

He was only pitying you. You’re going to die soon anyway, why hurt more people than you already are? Get out of this situation, he deserves to live a happy life and that’s something he could find without you. Don’t give him an extra amount of problems and things to worry about, he has more than enough on his own.

Tears sprang to June’s eyes but she was quick to wipe them away with the sleeve of her hoodie. She focused back on Denny and saw him waiting for an answer, not noticing the conflict in her.

Or he noticed and simply doesn’t care? Her head suggested. But June decided to ignore him for now and focus on getting to know Denny better.

“I was born in Eastbourne, that’s like an hour or so away from London and right by the sea.” She started off, reveling in the memories of her hometown. “As to why I decided to move overseas, there was nothing holding me there anymore.” Truthfully, she missed everything in England but it was filled with bad experiences and represented some of the worst moments in her life. She didn’t want to visit those places again, she didn’t care to.

Denny’s smiling face was covered by a worried expression, knowing she wasn’t telling him everything. He didn’t expect her to but he was curious and wanted to know everything from her best to her worst memories. An internal conflict started unfolding in his mind, not sure if he should press the matter or just leave it be. He didn’t want to come across as rude or too nosy.

“Why the worried look?” June chuckled, trying to lighten up the mood but to no avail. The tension in her shoulders returned and the gremlin in her head was currently rubbing its hands, delighted that there was no one she could hurt but herself.

“I’m sorry.” Denny apologized, his hands starting to tremble a bit, “I didn’t mean to invade your privacy like that, it was just… I’m really curious about you and your life. I want to get to know you better.” He whispered the last part more to himself, but she heard him loud and clear as there was no noise in the whole room.

June’s eyebrows shot up, surprised that he was quite the contrary of what she originally thought he’d be. Curious, intrigued and, most importantly, genuine. Her inner gremlin retreated back into his hole while mumbling, “Don’t say I didn’t warn you. If he hurts you, I’m not going to do anything. You only have yourself to blame.”

“Oh no, you don’t have to apologize.” She waved her hands around in a rejecting gesture, trying to wave his doubting thoughts out of his head, “The truth is, I’m not used to opening up to someone, I keep to myself most of the time but I don’t mean any harm by it. It’s just the way I am since I was like twenty-one.” Admitting her difficulty about opening up and being open and honest about it felt brilliant, like a thousand pounds lifted off her shoulders.

Denny stared back at her, his mouth agape in awe at her honesty and the way she easily identified the problem. He felt himself falling into the depths of something he could not yet identify and wasn’t ready to take it that far yet.

“Okay, let’s just be completely honest with each other from now on, does that sound like a good plan?” Denny suggested, his gaze filled with hope and curiosity.

June nodded in agreement and leaned back into the chair, crossing her legs. She noted that his vision as no longer fixed on hers but on the small bag that hung on her I.V pole, “What’s in there?” He nodded his head toward the white bag for emphasis.

She went to open the plastic bag and took out a small, thin book. Its cover looked well used as did the corners of the book. She stretched her arm out, handing Denny the book. He gripped the book and inspected it, “It’s my favorite book of all time, it’s “The Old Man And The Sea” by Ernest Hemmingway. I have read it more than I care to remember and it was always a book I could rely on to make me a bit nostalgic, sad but happy at the same time. It’s brilliant.“

Denny’s deep brown eyes wandered from the book onto June as she started rambling about the book and it sent a big grin on his face. Her eyes sparkled and her body language was much more open and readable. He sensed the passion radiating off her, her excited smile and the aura around her changed too. It was like magic.

They then spent the rest of the day talking about the positives in their lives rather than the bad. They both soon noticed that it was getting dark outside and that June had to go back into her own room to eat dinner and get her daily medications.

June stood up, shaking her legs as they had fallen asleep and felt a bit weak after sitting and talking for hours. They exchanged a smile as she stepped closer to his bed, sitting down on the edge. She took his cold hands into her much warmer ones and squeezed them, "Thank you for today Denny. I had a lot of fun and finally got to relax for a bit. It means a lot to me.”

Denny brought one of his hands to his lips and kissed her knuckles, his eyes never leaving her own. She let out a small giggle as her cheeks blushed in a deep red. He let go of her hand and sent a wink her way, striking a pose that he still got his charm.

June wanted to stand up but something held her back, causing her to hesitate. She bit her lower lip, the gremlin already sticking its head out of its hole. But June pushed him back inside again and leaned forward, locking her arms around his neck in order to embrace him.

Denny tensed up at her sudden embrace but recovered rather fast and relaxed, hugging her back. He took a deep breath as he wanted to imprint her smell in his memory and never forget it. He almost let out a whine when they parted but was able to control his wants and needs.

She gripped her pole and wheeled it to the door, gripping its handle. “See you tomorrow.” She called over her shoulder and left the room, leaving Denny with his thoughts and a goofy grin.

—

At the end of the day, that book was the one thing we had to distract ourselves from the negativity surrounding us. And, for once, I was glad that I had that stupid plastic bag hanging on my I.V.  

But I never got to tell you what the book meant to me from that day on. Its entire meaning changed in a matter of a couple hours.

In the book, on the eighty-fifth day of the fisherman’s unlucky streak, he was pulled away by the line he was holding onto to catch a gigantic fish, which was his only hope and dream. He struggled against the fish for three days before he was finally able to kill him. When he swam back towards land, he was attacked by a flock of sharks that got attracted by the blood of the dead fish he had. The sharks kept eating away his catch, finally having devoured all of it and with it the fisherman’s hopes and dreams.

And I somewhat felt the same way. I felt like after my diagnosis, my hopes and dreams were gone. I wasn’t afraid of dying but I was afraid of dying with regrets. But then I bumped into you and I, for once, felt like I had a piece of my hope and dreams back.

But, my inner conflicts and demons began to eat you away from me, they didn’t want me to get close to anybody anymore since I was dying. But, unlike the fisherman, I managed to hold onto my only hope, you, and allow you to get close to me. I felt whole again, like I had something worth living for, for the rest of my days.  

I knew I was going to die without regrets.

[gageef]

Half the Heart, Twice the Love [3]

Part Three: Colors

[part one] [part two]

- dedicated to my favorite person on here @fuck-yeah-lets-do-negan-ff -

“Shit.” 

You stared into the void that was your closet, your eyes skimming each article of clothing. It’s not like anything new was just going to show up, but you were hoping something would catch your eye the more you looked at them. You quickly removed your code blue attire and returned to the staring contest with your closet. In case you were wondering, the closet was winning. 

It’s not even really a date tho, is it? You thought to yourself. It’s food. Dinner. A good looking man with a defective heart asked to take you out to dinner in his hospital room. You stopped at your mirror on the way out of your apartment taking a final glance at your decisions. Maybe a little lipstick... as you started to put on a second coat you caught yourself, “Oh my god stop it you’re being ridiculous let’s go..” and rushed yourself out the door before you could do any more damage. 

__________

You came to room 306, hid yourself behind the closed door and glanced at your phone. 7:56 PM. You tapped your foot impatiently, awkwardly nodding to the other doctors and residents as they passed. 4 minutes felt like 4 years until finally your phone read 8:00 PM. Taking a deep breath, you raised your fist and lightly knocked on the door. “Room service?”

“Right on time.”

You opened the door to find Denny propped in an upright position, a sweater hiding most of his hospital gowns. “Unless you count the four minutes you stood waiting outside the door, then you were early.” You laughed as a filler to think of an excuse as to why you waited but he didn’t let that slide. “You’re not a very good hider.” Once again, his smile pulled you into the room as you took off your coat and placed it on the chair in the corner. “Do you like to wear a badge with every outfit you have? I’m not sure which one I like better so far, the cop badge or the visitors pass.”

You smiled, standing on the left side of his bed. “Yeah, I feel it really completes the whole look I’m going for really, I feel naked without it.” 

“Not even five minutes into the date and you’re talking about yourself with no clothes on?”

“Yup, I like to get right to business.”

“But in all honesty, you look incredible. Blue is a good color on you.”

You looked down at the dress you had picked out, ruffing the skirt a little as you tried to smoothly take the compliment. “Well they say wearing your favorite colors always look better. Obviously the only reason I wanted to be an officer.”

“Woah, woah there Alex. I didn’t ask for your whole life story, we’re going to run out of things to talk about!” 

You bit your lip, concealing a smile as you sat on the left edge of his bed. 

“You don’t look bad yourself. I’m honored you dressed up for the occasion.”

“Thank you, although tan isn’t my favorite color, I don’t have any red sweaters so i had to make do. The best part about my outfit is you don’t know if I’m wearing pants under my gown. Makes the whole evening way more exciting.”

“Wow, and you thought what I said was bad.” 

You exchanged tender looks as you saw him pull a tray off the table next to him. Every second you spent looking at him was another second you spent falling for him. 

“Now I know you said no jell-o cups...” he removed the covers off the two plates, “but you didn’t say anything about pudding or peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.”

You laughed into your hand, experience the warmest shock. “Damn. I can’t complain, you delivered. No jell-o cups. I’m impressed.” 

“It’s some of the kitchen's best work, I mean just look at how perfectly shaped these triangle sandwiches are. As far as you know, I had to trade in two sets of paper footies to get them to even cut them.” 

“Well if I knew it would be such a hassle for you, I wouldn’t have come at all.” You stated sarcastically. 

“Ah but that would be playing hard to get, and just so you know that would in no way lessen my attraction for you. So thank you for making this easier on both of us.” 

You studied his face as each comment drew out a grin happier than the next making you feel something you didn’t think you could hold in any longer. 

“You are something else.” 

“If we’re changing names and I’m ‘something else’, then your new name must be gorgeous. Hearing you talk is making my weak heart even weaker.”

That was it. Without thinking you placed a hand on his cheek and leaned into him, kissing him all at once. If his expressions made you crazy, this kiss brought you to a whole new level. Eventually you slowly pulled away, remaining almost nose to nose with him. Looking at his lips you tried to stop yourself from laughing. 

“What is it, oh no, am I really that bad of a kisser?” For the first time since meeting him you saw his character dim ever so slightly. Quickly, you started to stroke you thumb on his face, reassuringly shaking your head. 

“You’re right, favorite colors do look better on people.” You smirked as you rubbed your finger over his lips, wiping off the lipstick that had transferred from your skin to his. You both smiled, each grabbing a half of a sandwich before bumping them together in a ‘cheers’ motion.

That’s it, you thought to yourself, I’m never stopping myself from putting on lipstick again. 

i absolutely love writing this fic because denny is SO fun and easy to write for and it genuinely makes me happy while writing it. I hope you all love it as much as i do 

[part four]

@girly-girl2002 @magikat409 @morganpierce

love always <3

[integra1127grimmreaper]

HEARTBEAT (Denny Duquette)

Masterlist

Warning: fluff, anguish, character death, suicide

Note: bold words close to the ending are lyrics from the song; Dancing With Your Ghost by No Resolve

Dividers created by @firefly-graphics

You and Denny have been best friends since childhood, thick as thieves the two of you were and continued to be even into adulthood. You were always there for each other when need be, and you were also by his side through the ups and downs of his heart condition. Most of your time was spent by his bedside either at home or a hospital whenever he became ill, to the point that you even had your own bedroom at his home. You fully dedicated your entire life to him and making sure he was taking care of himself, trying your best to make him see life was worth fighting for.

The truth was that you loved Denny and not only as a friend or brother, you were and have always been madly in love with him. Denny always told you that the reason why he never focused on having a stable relationship was because he didn't want to put the person he loved through the heartache of watching him die on them. And for that reason alone, you decided to keep the secret from him, you didn't want to add more stress to his already complicated life and neither did you want to lose your friendship with him over it.

So, you silently bid your time, always by the side of the love of your life as he waited for a new heart to become available.

It was the day of Denny's admittance into hospital in preparation for his heart transplant and you were overly eager with your assistance in helping him settle in.

"So, how does it feel knowing you'll have a brand-new life soon?" you cheerfully ask Denny while the nurse was busy hooking him up to the heart monitoring machines.

"Its so surreal... I'm finally going to be rid of this dead weight of a useless heart I have" Denny states with a dimpled smirk.

The two of you were joking and laughing about all the crazy adventures you guys plan on having once Denny was healthy, when a group of doctors then entered into his room.

"And I do believe this is my cue to leave the room, I'll see you later-" you matter-of-factly state, placing a light kiss on Denny's forehead and leave the room.

You had later returned back to Denny's room after the doctor's had spoken to him and after some time of chatting while waiting for the preparations to begin, you had fallen asleep in the chair. It was during this time that you felt the presence of someone having entered the room.

You were just about to open your eyes when you heard Denny greeting the person and you recognized it to be the blonde of earlier; Dr Stevens. By the tone of their conversation you clearly could make out that Denny was flirting with her, so you decided to pretend that you were still asleep while you listened to it all.

"I'm quite sure your girlfriend wouldn't approve Denny-" she states after their flirting session ended. "Girlfriend?" I then hear Denny say. "Oh, no. Y/N's not my girlfriend. She's my best friend since childhood, she's more like a sister to me than anything" Denny states.

"Oh. I just assumed with the kiss on the forehead thing..." she responds. "It's something we have been doing since childhood. If one of us are having an emotional day, we usually place a kiss on the other's forehead in a way to calm them down" Denny informs her.

And just like that... your heart broke in a million pieces as you came to the realization that Denny would always only see you as a sister and nothing more.

You then waited a few minutes after she left before pretending to just  have woken up from your nap. "Hey-" you greet Denny with a forced smile as you pretend to sleepily stretch yourself out. "Hey, yourself sleepy head" he responds with a smirk.

You looked at your watch then, "Well, its time for me to leave before they kick me out of here" you state. "Yeah, by visiting hours tomorrow you'll see me with a new heart!" Denny remarks with a chuckle.

"Are you sure you don't want me to sit in the waiting area during the operation?" you ask Denny one last time. "I'm sure... the operation is going take hours and you won't be able to see me till tomorrow. Go home and rest. Dr Burke knows to call you about how it went the minute I'm out." Denny tells you.

"Ok, then- if you insist" you say, placing a much longer drawn out kiss than usual on his forehead and leave.

A few hours later, you were doing your best to keep busy so your mind wouldn't wonder to Denny and what was happening to him at that moment. When suddenly your cell phone rang, looking at the screen you're a bit confused as to why the hospital would be calling so soon. "Hello-" you nervously answer.

You had just arrived at the hospital to pick Denny up after you received the news that he didn't get the heart. "Hey, big guy. Let me take that for you" you reach out for his bag in greeting. You notice that his attention was concentrated on something else, looking towards what he was staring at you see that it was her, Dr Stevens.

Once Denny was home you tried your best to cheer him up over the disappoint of not getting the new heart and while it did somewhat help, you could still see the look of total devastation in his eyes at time. The only time you would see a true smile that fully reached his eyes was when he would speak about her, Dr Stevens or Izzie as he would refer to her of lately.

It wasn't long before Denny ended up back in hospital again and this time it was even worse than before. It was pure torture watching the man you love in so much agony and there was nothing you could do to help him. Not only that, your own heart was silently dying as well at seeing how close he and Izzie were becoming during that time.

One day while you were visiting him, Denny admitted to you that he was in love with Izzie. You were of course devastated by the news but once you saw the two of them together and you witnessed for yourself that Izzie truly had feelings for Denny, you decided to step aside and allow them to be alone together more.

You watched as Denny and Izzie got closer together and it brought you a sense of contentment that though Denny, even in the state he was, he was truly happy for once in his life. So, you buried your feeling for Denny and did what any good friend would do, you full heartedly supported him and his relationship with Izzie.

The day that it was known there was again a possibility of Denny getting a heart, you were in his room visiting with him when Izzie entered. She had a cart with some sort of machine on it, when Denny asked her what is was, she then went on to explain to us that there was a huge possibility that Denny wouldn't be getting the heart yet again.

It broke your heart to see that look of pure disappointed on your friend's face yet again, when you asked Izzie if there wasn't perhaps some way that Denny would be the one guaranteed to be getting it. She then explained to you guys of her plan to make Denny's condition worse by cutting his LVAD wire, which would guarantee him getting the heart.

A huge argument between the two of them broke out over Denny not agreeing with Izzie's idea, so you decided to step out of the room and give them some privacy in order to sort it out.

You were relieved when Izzie called you back inside and they told you that he had agreed to go ahead with her idea.

"She loves you a lot and that's why she's doing this... she's doing it for you, so that the two of you can have a real future together" you tell Denny. "I know that... and the only reason I agreed was for her-" he replies.

"You ready?" Izzie asks, determinately staring at the both of you. "I'll be downstairs in the waiting room. Izzie, let me know as soon as you get the news. Good luck-" you state, placing a kiss on Denny's forehead and leave the room.

You were pacing up and down the waiting area for what seemed to be hours when suddenly saw a very agitated Izzie making her way towards you.

"Is he getting the heart?" you ask her. "Yes, Bailey just approved it. She should be on the phone informing them that we are much more in need of it-" Izzie responds with a huge smile.

Letting out a huge sigh of relief, you grab Izzie into a hard hug, "thank you... you truly do love him, and I see that very clearly. I hope the two of you live a long and happy life together once all this is over-"

"Thank you Y/N, for always being there for him since day one. I hope that you'll still continue to do so and that you and I can be close friends as well." Izzie tells you.

The two of you were chatting and laughing about all the antics Denny planned on catching up to, when a devastated looking Dr Bailey walked up to you guys.

"What's wrong? Why do you look that?" Izzie asks puzzled at Bailey's behaviour. "We missed it-" Bailey states.

"Missed what?" Izzie looks at her confused. "The heart... we missed it." Bailey replies.

"What do you mean we missed the heart?!" Izzie and I both yell out at the same time. "By the time I let Karev know we needed it more, Hahn had already left with it-" Bailey tells us.

"Then get them to turn around! Or tell Alex to go after her and get it!" Izzie practically screams at Bailey while I silently stare in complete shock.

"It's too late... they already started preparing their guy when I tried to intervene. I'm sorry, but there's no heart-" Bailey sighs in defeat.

"Can't you guys put him back onto the LVAD then?" you ask. "We don't have another one and he'd die by the time a new one even arrived." Izzie tearfully states.

"So, there's no other way to save him? He's going die if he doesn't get a new heart?" you whisper as the tears begin to run down your check. "Yes-" Izzie whispers back and walks away in a daze.

15 Minutes Later:

"Help! Somebody, I need help over here!" A man runs into the hospital holding your unconscious and bleeding body.

"What do we have here?!" Bailey runs up to see what's going on. "Female, looks to be in her 30's, got hit by a car!" the nurse informs her as they place your limp body on a gurney.

"Oh, my god! I know her! That's Denny Duquette's friend, what happened?" Bailey gasps out when she recognises you.

"I-I didn't mean to hit her... I tried to stop the car! But- but she- she..." the man tearfully rumbles. "Ok, sir. I need you to try and calm down and tell me exactly what happened.

"I honestly don't know. One minute I was just driving and the next thing I know... she came out of nowhere and jumped in front of my car! I hit the breaks but it was too late-" the man explains to Bailey.

"Dr Bailey there's something you need to see" a nurse comes up to Bailey, handing her a piece of paper. "What is it?" Bailey looks at the nurse confused.

"I found it clutched in her hand and if it's true, then you would want to know" the nurse tells Bailey.

Opening the paper, Bailey begins to read; "Do not resuscitate. Give heart to Denny. Folder in Dr Burke's office explaining everything, Y/N, Y/L/N. Don't tell Denny about the heart. Have Izzie tell Denny about my death once his doing better."

"Grey, go to Burke's office and finds this folder!" Bailey yells. "What's going on?" Meredith looks at Bailey puzzled as she walks up to her. "Just do it! And get Izzie for me!" Bailey orders her.

"Meredith said you wanted to see me. If this is about Denny... look, I know I messed up, but we have to think of a way to save him-" Izzie begs. "There might be a solution to your irresponsible behaviour." Bailey states.

"What... what do you mean?" Izzie looks puzzled at her statement. Meredith then came running towards them with the folder in hand, "ah, thank you Grey! Here read this" Bailey hands Izzie your note.

"What the hell is this?" Izzie looks at Bailey in shock at what she just read. "Come with me." Bailey calmly states.

"Oh my god! Y/N! what happened to her?!" Izzie yells out at seeing your lifeless body hooked up to machines. "She got hit by a car." Bailey informs her.

"Oh my god. Is she stable? Have you informed Shepherd? We have to do a CT scan!" Izzie rambles on. "We've stabilized her but she's unresponsive, she received a massive head injury, Dr Shepherd is on his way to meet us at the CT scan" the nurse informs Bailey.

"Ok, then we wait until he gives us a verdict and then we'll proceed from there." Bailey states. "Proceed to what exactly?" Izzie responds.

"I'm sure you read the note and what it entails." Bailey states. "Yeah, but it doesn't make any sense-" Izzie replies.

"Well, according to these documents they do... this is a legally signed document stating that if ever Y/N, Y/L/N was admitted to a hospital in a critical condition before Denny Duquette has received a new heart, a DNR has been put in place. All usable organs are to be donated except for her heart, the heart is to go to Denny and only Denny. If we failed to do so, none of the other organs are to be touched without the hospital ending up getting sued." Bailey reads it out to Izzie.

"But we don't even know if she's a match-" Izzie responds. "According to these test results Burke ran on her some time ago, she is a perfect match as a donator for Denny-" Bailey states.

"How do I tell him... how do I tell him that the heart he has beating inside his chest right now used to belong to his best friend-" Izzie whispers to Meredith as they watch Denny lying in his bed through the glass window.

"You do what she told you to do. You don't tell him it's her heart, at least not now. Wait until you feel he's capable of handling the truth." Meredith tells her.

"And when will that be? I'll have to tell him she died sooner or later though... to think she killed herself so that he could have her heart-" Izzie responds.

"Yeah, that's one really close friendship between them. She must have really loved him." Meredith remarks.

"Hey there-" Izzie enters the room, awkwardly greeting Denny. "Hey yourself stranger. I've got a new heart. Can you believe it, I've got a new heart!" Denny excitedly smiles at her.

"Yeah, that's awesome. I told you everything would work out in the end." Izzie responds with a forced smile. "I can't wait to see Y/N's face when she comes during visiting hours and sees me, brand new heart and all-" Denny remarks.

"About Y/N, she got a call that her parents were in a terrible car crash, so she had to rush down there to be by their sides-" Izzie suddenly blurts out. "Oh my god, that's terrible. I hope they'll be ok. Denny responds in shock.

"Yeah, she knew I would be here to see to you, so she felt much more comfortable leaving then. But she told me to send you her love... and to give you this-" Izzie replies, placing a kiss on his forehead.

"Stevens! Visiting hours aren't for another hour. What are you doing here?" Bailey barks out as she enters the room. "I know... I know, I'm no longer his doctor etc, etc..." Izzie rolls her eyes at Bailey.

"Hey, you better be careful before Dr Bailey bans you from my room" Denny tells her. "Don't worry, I'm leaving. I'll be back at visiting hours and it's prom night, so I'll get show you my dress-" Izzie responds with a smile and leaves.

Later That Evening

It was a calm evening, when Denny was sitting up in his hospital bed, reading a newspaper while he waited for Izzie to arrive to show him her prom dress. When suddenly his facial expression changed into one of pain, as he suddenly fell backwards into the pillows. The sound of his heart monitor flatlining echoed through the otherwise silent room...

Opening his eyes, Denny finds himself standing in the middle of a vastly open and endless white area.

(what's going on)

"Where am I?" Denny asks out loudly as he looks around him in confusion.

"I never expected to see you here so soon-" a voice suddenly speaks out from behind Denny, causing him turn spin around.

(the look in your eyes tells me there's something wrong)

"Y/N?" Denny stares at you, puzzled at why you were here.

"Hey, big guy" you greet him with a smile.

(stay with me)

"I died... I know I did, so this must be heaven. But what are you doing here?" Denny tries to make sense of what was happening.

(help is on the way, just try to breathe)

"This is a place between heaven and earth. Kind of like a waiting area-" you state.

(can you hear my voice)

"Ok... I get that part. But why are you here if you're still alive" Denny responds and then it suddenly hits him, "No. Please don't tell me that you're... No, it can't be!"

(let it guide you through all of the noise)

"What happened? When did it happen?" Denny tearfully questions you.

(your lips are blue)

"Car accident. Though it really wasn't an accident" you state with a slight smile.

"What?! You saying some asshole deliberately drove into you!" Denny angry responds.

(I would sell my soul for you to pull through)

"No. Some fool deliberately ran into an oncoming car" you state matter-of-factly.

"What? Who?" Denny asks confused.

(I've been dancing with your ghost)

When you tilt your head to the side, that's' when it suddenly hits him, "Why would you do that!?" Denny yells at you.

(some might say that we have stole the show)

Taking Denny's hand; you place it over his heart and then taking the other one, you place it over yours.

(all the memories that are haunting me)

"That's odd both our heartbeats sound exactly the same-" Denny remarks in astonishment.

(I refuse to let you go)

"That's because they are the same. It's one heartbeat, because it's one heart you're listening to" you respond with a tearful smile.

(I've been dancing with your ghost)

"One heart... the heart I got... it was yours?" Denny stares at you in shock.

(what's going on?)

"Yes-" you reply as a tear slowly slides on down your cheek.

(I can feel the crowd thinking 'Oh my God')

"I don't understand... I thought I was getting a heart from someone else. How did I end up with yours?" Denny asks, even more confused than ever.

(please, just move)

"You were, but it fell through... you were going to die, so I did the only thing I thought I could do in order to save you" you tell him.

(can anyone hear me? Let me through)

"You ran in front of a car and killed yourself! That was the only thing you could think of! What were you thinking?!" Denny yells, grabbing your shoulders and shakes you.

(I can see your face)

"I did it because I loved you!" you scream out crying.

(calling your name)

"What?" Denny looks at you shocked.

(reaching out)

"I'm in love with you. Always have been, always will be. That's why I did it" you state.

(I can't feel anything)

"Why have you never told me this?" Denny demands.

(forever and after, I'm always yours)

"Because I didn't want to destroy our friendship if you didn't feel the same for me. Our friendship meant more to me than my own feelings" you reply.

(I've been dancing with your ghost)

"I would have felt the same had you told me-" Denny responds.

(some might say that we stole the show)

"It didn't really matter in the end if I told you or not, because you met and fell in love with Izzie. And I wanted you to have the life you always dreamt of but never could have till now, even if it was without me in it-" you tell him.

(all the memories that are haunting me)

"You were always there for me, anytime I needed you. And now that I think about it... it was you... it always was you-" Denny suddenly states with a chuckle.

(I refuse to let you go)

"What was me?" you look at him confused.

"The right woman for me was you...." Denny states cupping your cheek in the palm of his hand.

(I've been dancing with your ghost)

"But I thought you loved Izzie-" your eyes begin to tear up again as you stare into his.

(I'll always be waiting)

"I thought I did, but I see now that I was wrong. Maybe it was because I knew I was going to die and didn't  want to die alone. But I know now that the one I truly loved was you-" Denny replies, wiping the tear off your cheek with his thumb.

(I'll always be waiting)

"You're only saying these things because you feel guilty about me killing myself so that you would have my heart-" you respond as more tears fall from your eyes.

(all the memories)

"No. It's true. I choose you Y/N, Y/L/N. I choose you, now and forever-" Denny states tipping down to place a soft kiss on your lips.

(they are haunting me)

"I love you Denny Duquette. You will always have my heart, figuratively speaking as well as literally-" you respond causing you both to chuckle at your use of words.

(I've been dancing with your ghost)

"I love you too Y/N-" Denny replies, staring deeply into your eyes as he tips down to kiss you once again.

You finally break the kiss some minutes later, "Are you ready to go now?" you softly ask him.

(some might say that we have stole the show)

"Going to spend the afterlife with you... of course I am-" Denny smilingly responds, grabbing hold of your hand, when suddenly a white door appeared out of nowhere.

(all the memories that are haunting me)

"Well, I guess that's our ticket home-" Denny remark staring at it and then turns back to you with a smile.

"Yeah, it is. Let's go home" you respond, smiling back at him as the door then opens, a bright, blinding white light shining from out it.

(I refuse to let you go)

"Let's- go- home-" Denny state one last time as you both walk towards the door and enter through it...

(I've been dancing with your ghost....)

[a-writer-on-elm-street]

Sleep

Pairing: Denny x Fem!Reader

Request: Maybe reader is in Izzie's place I guess and they've been awake for a few days and when they're checking on Denny (who is getting discharged the next day), they end up falling asleep standing up and Denny grabs their arm, not letting them fall and pulls them in his lap and reader is pretty much out for a few hours?

Your eyes were heavy with exhaustion as you fought to stay awake. You'd lost count of how many days it had been since you last slept, but you didn't really care about sleep right now. Denny was your top priority. And he was getting discharged tomorrow, so you planned to finally get some rest when he was safe at home. As you lazily picked up your small cup of coffee, you set off towards Denny's room. And as you shuffled through the halls, you felt as though you might fall over due to exhaustion. But you couldn't sleep, not until Denny was home, with you. When you finally arrived at his room, you peered around the door to see him sitting in his bed, smiling up at you. "Hey (y/n), you're back."

"Hey." You smiled, standing beside his bed and taking a small sip of coffee.

"You okay?" Denny asked, clearly noticing your dazed state.

You nodded, closing your eyes a little. "Yeah, I'm...I'm just a little tired."

As you stood there with your eyes closed, you suddenly felt your consciousness slipping away and before you knew it, you were out. Denny noticed your sudden lack of consciousness and managed to grab your arm before you dropped to the floor. He carefully took the cup out of your hand before pulling you onto the bed, securing his arms around your body. And for the next few hours, Denny simply watched you sleep--but not in a crazy way. He just admired your features as you peacefully slept in his arms. And it was like that for the next few hours.

[a-writer-on-elm-street]

Here For You

Pairing: Denny x Fem!Reader

Request: Could you possibly do a denny from greys anatomy imagine where the reader is a doctor and was engaged to denny before he died which she blames izzy for. She's now dating mark sloan and gets in a bad wreck and is in kinda like limbo. She's watching mark and bailey and her friends trying to save her. While she watches mark yelling at her not to leave him, she hears someone talk to her and turns to see denny who's there to tell her its her time even though she says she's not ready. And just denny fluff.

"So I guess I'll see you later?"

You smiled up at Mark, before pressing a gentle kiss against his cheek. "Yeah, see you tonight."

"I love you." He called as you strolled through the hospital doors.

"Love you too." You called back. 'Love', it was a peculiar word. And whilst the two of you carelessly threw it between each other, you knew that at this moment, it didn't really mean anything. It was merely a show of affection. The truth was, you weren't yet sure whether you loved him. Besides, it had only been just over a year since Denny had died. And you loved him, Denny. You were engaged to him for god's sake. And in a way, you still did love him. But you knew that you had to move on. You couldn't spend the rest of your life pining for a dead man. As you shifted through the car park, your phone sounded from inside your coat pocket. You smiled, pulling it out. You already knew who it was. Looking down at the screen, you felt your heart warm.

Mark: Miss you already ;)

Sliding into your car, you began to text him back.

y/n: Miss you too x

You tossed your mobile onto the seat beside you and secured your seatbelt around your body, starting the car. As you pulled out of the hospital car park, you heard your phone ping again. Whilst you were eager to answer it, you'd decided to wait until you were out of traffic before texting back. After a few minutes, you found yourself on an almost empty road, so you pulled over to answer your phone. It had not shut up the whole way so you had no choice but to answer it and end the incessant text messages that were likely to be from none other than Mark Sloan. But before you could even grasp the phone, you were being thrown forward and into the dark.

When you finally awoke, you were still sitting upright in the car. But how? You could've sworn something had just hit you. Maybe you'd just dreamt it, you thought. However, your worries were soon confirmed once you finally saw the shattered wind screen in front of you. No. This couldn't have been real. Stepping out of the car, you wandered around to the front of it to see yourself lying a few metres away. Your heart clenched once you saw the state you were in. You were unconscious, lying in a pile of shattered glass, covered in blood. It was unbelievable. How could you be standing there, watching yourself dying in the middle of the road? Within minutes, the driver of the vehicle that had hit you was racing towards your body. He appeared to be overwhelmed with panic and fear. You hadn't quite gotten to that stage yet. You were still trying to comprehend what had just happened. While the man waited for the ambulance to arrive, you just stood there and watched, as though you were in some sort of trance. How were you not freaking out right now? You could die any second, yet you still chose to watch mindlessly.

When the ambulance finally arrived, you watched as they hauled you into the back of the vehicle. The driver who hit you looked as though he might die himself. He'd turned a pasty white and looked like he was about to pass out. It was probably due to the shock of all of this. Then it hit you. How would everyone at the hospital react? What about Mark? It had never even occurred to you how your probable death would affect him. Filled with dread and worry, you waited impatiently for the ambulance to reach the hospital. Now, you were desperate to survive this.

Your stomach was doing somersaults as you watched the paramedics wheel you into the building. You'd already flat-lined once on the way here. There wasn't much time left. Following yourself into the hospital, you spotted Mark, and he'd obviously spotted you as he was now rushing to your side, water filling his eyes. "Oh my god, what happened?" He asked, desperation in his eyes.

The paramedics explained the situation before the trauma team began flooding into the room. You couldn't quite catch everything they were saying but you managed to hear a few important details: "Internal bleeding", "broken ribs", "severe head trauma". And finally, "We gotta get her to an OR, now!"

As they carted you off to the OR, you stayed and watched Mark for a few moments before inevitably being dragged away.

***

This was happening. This was actually happening. Your heart broke as you watched Mark with tearful eyes. He was sitting beside your broken body, watching helplessly as you slowly slipped away. They tried. They did everything they could, but the damage was too great. In the end, all they could do was close you up and provide you with some relief whilst you slipped away. As you watched, you began to think about your painfully short life. After Denny had died, all you could feel was anger. You were angry he'd been taken away from you before you could even get married. And you even blamed Izzie for his death, even though you knew that none of it was really her fault. You even felt guilty because as you stood there watching yourself, she was the one who kept checking on you the most. She obviously cared despite everything that had happened between the two of you. And as you stared at the unfortunate situation in front of you, you were filled with regret. You never even told Mark you loved him. Yes, you said the words, but neither of you ever meant it. And whilst you were still unwilling to let go of Denny, you did love Mark. And now he would never know. As you stood there drowning in despair, you caught a glimpse of someone passing your room. You quickly followed after the mysterious figure and you stopped once you reached a staircase. Your heart clenched in your chest as you stared up at the person sitting at the top. "H-hey." You whispered, the familiar feeling of heartache returning.

"Hey," Denny smiled.

"W-why are you here? How are you here?"

A sad smile appeared on his face before he answered. "I'm here for you."

You shook your head, tears filling your eyes. All of a sudden, you felt as though you were being crushed. "No." You choked out, staring up at him with tearful eyes.

"I'm sorry."

"No, I-I can't. I'm not...what about Mark? I-I still never apologised to Izzie. There's so much I have to do."

"You can't stay here."

"No, I-I have to." You said, quickly wiping the tears from your face and turning away. You began walking down the corridor back towards your room. When you got to your room, your heart was broken further with what you saw. He looked distraught, broken. He was falling apart and there was nothing you could do. "Please don't leave me, (y/n). You've gotta come back. I love you." He pleaded as he desperately clutched your hand.

"I love you too," You whispered, as you looked at him sadly. If only you could actually tell him that. All of a sudden, you began to feel different. You started to feel slightly more detached to the world. Like you were floating, fading away like breath on a mirror. Then you heard it, your heart slowing. Your life slowly disappearing. You had no choice now. It was time. Turning back around, you headed for the staircase. You headed back to Denny.

"Can't I fight?" You questioned, looking up at him.

"You'll lose."

"Can't I just stay here? Maybe he'll see me."

He shook his head. "You'll be alone. You'll be isolated forever."

"So?" You laughed, feeling your chest tighten.

"Come on. Just come with me." He said softly, standing up and extending his hand out to you.

"What so if I go up those steps, that's it?" You asked, finally figuring it out.

"Yeah, it's easy. All you gotta do is walk to me."

How ironic that the entrance to the afterlife was a damn staircase. Could this have been more stereotypical? You thought to yourself. It was kind of funny in a way. "What if I'm not ready?"

"(y/n), we don't have time."

"I know but-"

"You want to stay with him I know. But you can't. And if you love him, you'll let him go."

"But-"

"(y/n)."

Now you had to decide: an eternity alone or an afterlife with Denny? It should've been a pretty simple decision. But you just weren't ready to leave Mark yet. But it wasn't exactly like you had a choice. There was no way of ever really seeing him again. If you stayed, you'd be a ghost. Never able to touch or interact with anything or anyone. Finally, you decided what would be best. You just nodded before slowly ascending up the staircase. When you finally reached him, Denny gently encased your hand in his. And you felt a wave of happiness wash over you from the familiar warmth of his hands. "I missed you."

He smiled. "I missed you too."