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greythesis asked: [TXT] : this was a bad idea but i'm doing it anyway. to christina yang from meredith grey

[ SMS / CONTACT: my person / SENT ]: of course you’re doing it anyway. [ SMS / CONTACT: my person / SENT ]: this is either going to end badly or become a story you refuse to tell properly. [ SMS / CONTACT: my person / SENT ]: call me when you need damage control.

#* ( 𝓈 ) ▌ 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 ★ CRISTINA YANG.#greythesis #i love them SOOOOOO BAD

[ lipstick ] sender is wearing lipstick, and uses that fact to mark receiver with a few lipstick stains pretend im on meredith plssss

it's funny, the things you never consider until they happen to you, levi thinks — lofty and cloyingly saturated as it stuffs his head — making it feel like it's full of cotton, and it's strange to him in a secondary kind of way how little he's processing anything else in the moment. he never considered he'd be this kind of guy: delirious from the stickiness of her attachment, like candy-coated velvet, sinking into every one of his senses and dulling them to a tiny beat rattling in his head. whether or not he deserves it suddenly isn't at the forefront of his consciousness, slipping under the waves as he rides out this ardor. she's easy on the eyes, he's always thought so ever since he first met her, and she's soft on the lips and wherever else she decides to connect hers to — his cheek, his jaw — and his hands are clasped onto her waist while he shuffles a little further back onto the bar stool he's planted onto, holding her there as if she could disappear the moment he blinks. he can feel the density of her lipstick drying on his face, the weight of it taking root in him, but he finds (with mild surprise and intrigue) that it doesn't bother him.

❝ listen, meredith, ❞ he starts, uncharacteristically soft and breathy, almost like a whisper. his thumbs are stroking her hips through the fabric of her shirt and she inches further into the space between his legs, coy and confident, appearing to admire her work as he allows her to take his face into her hands and inspect it. he wants to laugh despite himself, ask her if she's happy, but he settles on a different, more delicate thing instead. ❝ you done ? as much as i'm enjoying myself, we still have reservations... unless you wanna blow them off and do something else... ❞