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  • Amelia: How do I take revenge on those who’ve wronged me

    Maggie: The best revenge is letting go and living well

    Amelia:

    Amelia: Meredith H-

    Meredith: Scalpel

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  • Amelia: I am a brilliant surgeon

    Kathleen: But remember that time

    Amelia: Did I fucking stutter

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    Gif 1 - Cat LoL’ing at stuff during Superman zoom
    2 - “She has the best karaoke face you’ve ever seen” (Caterina about Pippa)
    3 - “We call it explosion, and we sign for a lot of it, and then for the ones we don’t know the signs, we just make them up.” (How Cat & her girls perform ‘fight song’ during their kitchen dance parties)
    She so adorable that I’m like F the gif quality - the ppl must have gifs. (Or I must have them… 😐)
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  • I never intended to take such a long time to update, honestly, my bad. I really hated the whole who’s the baby daddy storyline, so I decided to leave it out of this story. I hope y'all like it, feedback is always welcome. Hope everyone is doing well and staying safe. -M

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    It has been two months since Link and Amelia’s baseball date, and things are going well for them. They would have lunch with each other whenever their schedules let them, Link would spend some nights over with Amelia, and Amelia would also spend some nights over at Link’s place. Amelia was truly happy, she had Leo, her sisters, her nieces, and nephew, and now she also had Link. Everything was great and that is what worried her because things usually don’t stay great for Amelia Frances Shepherd and she was worried and waiting for the other shoe to drop.

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  • A/N: Hi! This is a bit messy and I don’t know how much I like it, but I wanted to post something anyways. Thank you to everyone who is sending messages and liking/commenting/reblogging my works, it means so much. I hope you enjoy!

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    They received the call one morning while Amelia was making breakfast. She was watching Link attempt to coax their child into eating some cheerios, laughing softly as Scout took the pieces of cereal just to throw the pieces back at his father’s face. His phone rang on the counter, the called ID informing them that it was his dad calling, so Amelia answered. She greeted her father-in-law happily, just to hear the sorrow in his voice. “Eric, what’s wrong?” She placed the call on speaker phone and set the phone back down.

    “Is Link there” The ortho surgeon sat up, patting his son’s head.

    “Yeah, I’m here. Is everything okay?” There was a pause before they heard anything. “Dad?”

    “Link, your mother passed away last night.” Link’s face immediately sunk. Amelia walked around the counter and stood behind him, wrapping her arms around his neck. “She had been feeling sick, and we went to the hospital and I didn’t want to say anything to you until we knew what was happening. They took her into surgery, for her heart, and she just didn’t make it through.” Amelia was sure that Link didn’t hear any of that, she could feel his breathing quickening as she placed a kiss on his head.

    “Are you okay?” She questioned, turning her attention to the phone.

    “I’m okay. I mean, the doctors warned us that it was a risk, and we both knew that this could happen.” Scout giggled, picking up another cheerio and throwing it at Link. Amelia narrowed her eyes as if the baby would understand. She lifted him out of his highchair, pacing around the kitchen as he babbled eagerly in her arms.

    “Eric, we’re going to go, but let us know if you need anything, anything at all. And when the funeral is, okay?” He agreed. Amelia hung up the phone and set their son down in his play area, walking back over to Link. “Link, are you okay?” He looked up at her.

    “Yeah, yeah, I’m good. Uh, we should go, we don’t want to be late.” She watched as he stood up, walking towards the bedroom and getting dressed, confused by his responses.

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    The funeral was a week later. They had flown out and were planning on staying in Colorado for two days, Jo had agreed to watch Scout during their trip. Link had been silent for the majority of the past week, only speaking when he absolutely needed to. She knew that he had to grieve, but it was so unlike him to be silent when he was normally the one who wanted to have a conversation about everything. She held his hand on the plane, during the funeral and at every moment she could, trying to show him that she would be there whenever he needed or if he wanted to open up. The ceremony itself was quiet yet nice and Eric seemed to be doing better than expected, better than Link was doing. She’d tried to start conversation with him as they fell asleep, but he would either ignore her or just shrug it off and say he was fine. They met Jo at the airport the next day. “Hey! How was it?” Amelia smiled and held her arms out to take her son.

    “It was okay, I’m glad we’re home now. How was he?” Jo shrugged.

    “A bit fussy at first but then he remembered how much he loves spending time with his Aunt Jo and we had a great time.” The two women allowed Link to walk in front of them with the suitcase as they talked. “How’s Link doing?”

    “He still hasn’t talked or anything. I’m getting worried about him.”

    “He’ll be okay. He’s probably just not used to everyone in his life dying or leaving like we are.” Amelia stifled a laugh, speeding up slightly to catch up to her husband.

    “You ready to go home?” He nodded. Their ride home was silent except for the babbles from their son in his carseat. Amelia thanked Jo as they got home, waving goodbye as she drove away and walking into the house with Link. She took Scout out of his carseat. “I’m going to go put him to sleep.” The baby quickly fell asleep in his crib to Amelia’s surprise, leaving her plenty of time to spend with Link. She found him lying in their bed. “Link, can we talk?” He raised his eyebrows and sat up slightly in the bed. “I’m worried about you, you haven’t been talking much and I know that you weren’t the closest with your mom, but it’s still okay to be sad.” His expression was blank as he stared at the ceiling. “And if you don’t want to talk to me, that’s okay, but you need to talk to someone. I don’t want you to feel alone or keep everything inside.”

    “I don’t need to talk. My mom’s dead, it’s what happened. There doesn’t need to be some big conversation about my feelings or anything.” His voice was harsher than normal. After speaking, he rolled onto his side and faced away from her.

    “Okay. But if you want to talk, I’m here. And Jo or Meredith or Nico or literally anyone will listen, too. You’re not alone, Link.”

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    They woke up to the sound of the baby’s cries at about 2 in the morning. Link quickly got up and told her he could handle it, allowing Amelia to flop back down onto the bed and relax into the pillows. She waited for him to return, Scout was always easy to get back to sleep, he normally just wanted a little bit of attention during the night. Amelia began to worry when he didn’t return quickly. She slowly got out of bed, pulling on her robe and padding softly down the hallway. The nursery was dim, just the faint light of the dinosaur-shaped night light they had bought lighting up the room. Link was standing in the middle of the room while holding the baby against his chest. Although she couldn’t see him, she could hear soft sniffles and assumed that he was crying. She stepped forward and took the sleeping baby from his arms, laying him down into his crib before standing in front of her husband again. Amelia wrapped her arms around him, feeling his body shaking as he finally let out his emotions. “I’ve got you, it’s okay. I’m here.” When he stopped crying, she led him back into the bedroom and onto the bed, sitting down and pulling him to lay on her lap.

    “I don’t, I don’t know how to live in a world without my mom.” She ran her hands through his hair. “I don’t want to live in a world without her.”

    “I know.”

    “Scout’s not going to know his grandma when he’s older.” Amelia pulled him closer, hugging his body. “And I finally was getting closer with my parents, after everything that’s happened, and now I can’t. Because she’s gone and I’m never going to get her back.”

    “Your dad is still here, and he’ll want the support.” Link looked up at her. “I know it’s not the same, and it’ll probably hurt every single day, but I promise that it gets better. I promise, Link.” She laid down onto the bed and wrapped her arms around him. “I’m here, and you don’t ever need to shut me out. If you just want to lay in bed and cry, I’ll hold you and stay with you. If you want to ignore everything completely, we can do that, but I need you to talk with me, okay?”

    “Okay.”

    “I love you, and I’m not going anywhere.” She laid there, running her hands through his hair and soothing him as he fell asleep, doing everything in her power to make him feel just a little bit better.

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  • #owelia #owen and amelia #amelia and owen #Owen Hunt#kevin mckidd#grey's anatomy#amelia shepherd#caterina scorsone #owen x amelia #team owelia #amelia x owen
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  • Meredith: What’s his name?

    Amelia & Link: Shit!!! We forgot to name the baby

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  • Derek: My mom doesn’t have a favorite

    Amelia: Yes she does

    Liz: Yes she does

    Shepherd mom: Yes I do

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  • Amelia: I sure do love my three sisters

    Nancy, Kathleen,& Liz read 10pm

    Amelia: my three sisters Addison, Maggie and Meredith

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  • Amelia: I want to have sex with two people

    Link: Cool when?

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  • I’m on s4 of privat practice and Amelia keeps drinking alcohol she is scaring me

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  • Melancholy pt.2

    Thank you @teammorningglory, and @amelinkcutiez

    Prompt: You should write a series about Amelia being the one to fall for Link while he plays hard to get.

    Description: Amelia has been working at Grey- Sloan for quite sometime, and one day she meets a cancer patient. She’s memorized with him, but this guy isn’t easy. He has rules, number one: Dont fall in love.

    Important: for the purpose of the plot and storyline there are a few slight changes. I will inform you on the way, and keep you guys updated.

    (This takes place about a week later)


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    Upon texting and talking and texting, we haven’t really seen each other much. He’s mysterious, but I kinda like it. I’m beginning to feel like he’s an actual friend, even though we haven’t been very friendly. The conversations are short, and I can tell he’s keeping me at a distance.

    Maybe he’s trying to be safe, and I don’t blame him. I’m a hook up kind of girl, and I know if he wanted to, he would be a relationship kind of guy. I don’t know if I’m into those types of men anymore.

    I don’t really know what I’m doing here. I moved here, a few months ago, after I got sober and needed a change in direction. Seattle was the second best place I could be, and I’ve made a decent life right here.

    I have an apartment. And even though it’s messy, and I’m barely here because of work, it’s still a house. maybe it doesn’t feel like a home, but I do come home to it sometimes.

    Also, I have a few decent friends, and a few people I like to call my family, however the only real family I had left has either shut me out, or died.

    It’s safe for him to keep me at a distance.

    .

    I wouldn’t even call us friends. How can I be a friend to somebody right now, when my own body isn’t a friend to me.

     We talk and we text, but I think I’m doing what’s right for myself and her. besides, I don’t know if I can even have a real feeling for a girl like her at the moment. Sure, she’s pretty and smooth with her words, But maybe she’s trouble. I don’t know if I can trust her, let alone myself, and I don’t want to hurt anyone.

    All of this could get really messy, because I don’t know if I’m living or dying. I’m just existing right now.

    I lost my job, but I have enough money to support myself. I don’t have many friends here, besides the people I work with and they don’t seem to get me. somehow this girl does, and it scares me.

    it’s scary.

    I managed to get a nice apartment, enough money for my medical bills, and I’m still miserable. I can’t bring someone down while I am down. A relationship doesn’t need that.

    A relationship needs assurance, and support.

    It’s safe for me to keep her at a distance.

    .

    .

    Amelia woke up, followed her routine, and made her way to work.

    Her day wasn’t that busy, but she found she had a hard time focusing. she was either checking her phone, going through old texts, or waiting for her phone to ring. she wasn’t this type of girl, she didn’t do this to herself.

    she knew better than to get attached to somebody too quickly anymore, after having so many failed love attempts. it was like loving somebody wasn’t for her, and a relationship could never work out for her.

    ‘you’re gonna ruin him.’ She thought.

    ‘You have plenty of friends, stick with these.’

    Her mind kept on searching, with thoughts that were both professional and unprofessional, friendly and non-friendly, but she pushed them all down.

    Distance. 

    she went back to her case, and felt like she found some peace of mind. 

    . 

    Link went to another doctors appointment once again disappointed.

    It was just about physical therapy and checkups, as they were trying to create a plan to remove the cancer, but it wasn’t enough to make him feel like there was progress.

    He didn’t know how long all of this would take, but he was tired of just sitting around the house feeling depressed all the time.He wanted to work, he wanted to make people feel better, and he wasn’t sure of the rest, but he wanted more than what was being given to him at the moment.

    He would probably end up going back to that bar, in hopes to waste the day away.

    Though he wasn’t one to get drunk, getting a little tipsy wouldn’t be a problem and it wouldn’t be bad.

    What else did he have to lose?

    .

    After about sleeping for the whole day, link went to the bar, and sat at an open stool.

    he settled for a few drinks, and drank in silence, until he heard it.

    He heard her.

    “seems like bars are kind of our places, Huh?”

    It was a failed attempt at flirting, but it was unintentional.

    Link turned around, and kept a mutual face. It didn’t look bad, but it didn’t look good. 

    “I guess.” He smiled genuinely, and cleared a space for her next to him.

    She sat down, taking off her coat, as Joe appeared.

    “Ah, seems you’re together again. Fate?” Joe joked, revealing obvious discomfort.

    both parties shuffled in their seats, and looked at each other weirdly. Joe quickly wished the joke wasn’t said at all, and headed to get Amelia her usual drink.

    When he came back, they were still staring at each other, so he interrupted. 

    “Club soda. Lime.”

    He sat it down, and Amelia came back to reality beating herself up in her mind. she found herself acting like an idiot once more around the guy, but she didn’t even know she had feelings for him.

    She needed to stop being this way. 

    She took the drink, downed it, and debated on leaving. She didn’t want to make the guy uncomfortable, and he was obviously uninterested.

    Amelia grabbed her purse to collect her money, and avoided contact with her “friend?”

    Voluntarily getting up to end the agony, Link stopped her.

    “Where are you going?” He asked.

    He was aware it was a weird encounter, but he didn’t want her to leave. She was the only company he received in a while, and she was very entertaining.

    Though he wanted to keep her at a distance, and he would, He also wasn’t a cold man.

    He loved people, and respected women like they were queens, and this girl wasn’t any different.

    “Home. I’ve got a lot of work to do, and i’m a little bit sleepy.” She lied. She had absolutely no work to do, and she didn’t really want to go home.

    Even if sleep was calling, she wouldn’t pick up, and the boy had a hunch about it.

    “You don’t have to go. You can sit and i’ll go.” He rallied.

    He didn’t mean to upset her.

    She gathered her stuff, and said her goodbyes. “Maybe we’ll cross paths? I don’t know.” She laughed at herself embarrassed, and Link bit his lip.

    He was weighing his options:

    1. ask her to stay.

    2. it’s best. Let her go.


    Both of them had consequences, but one of them was easier.

    He let her go.


    “I’ll see you around.” He told her.

    Amelia frowned but not too wide to let him notice, and she turned away from him. She didn’t know if she would see him again, but it didn’t matter.

    It was for the best.

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    a/n: I don’t know if this makes any sense, and I’m kind of loopy.

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  • Cristina Yang and Amelia Shepherd would either hate each other with a burning passion or be great friends. I’m sad we never got to see that. And it would have absolutely nothing to do with Owen hunt.

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  • Meredith: I’m sorry I’m late I was doing stuff

    Amelia: What were you doing

    Meredith: That’s personal

    Amelia: Deluca?

    Maggie: Deluca

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  • I rewatched the episode where Amelia had Link pretend to be Owen. Anyone else want to punch her sisters

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