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randomly rewatching the amelink s18 finale scene and like. what the fuck do u mean link was ‘too cynical’ and the ‘world was too dark’ before scout ?!? his entire character back then was that he was instinctively optimistic. it was the basis for many scenes and several relationship conflicts. i know he had a couple of climate change related lines but come on now! the man has had more cynicism in his life in the time since that baby was born than in the rest of his adult life. he was nattering about fairytales giving kids false hope and families being ripped apart a mere 12 episodes beforehand. he was singing lullabies about failed proposals to an infant. he was telling everyone (including amelia) that he hated amelia and then going home and sobbing into his pillow until he fell asleep. i am not disputing that he loves being a dad and that scout got him through that heartbreak, but who are we fooling with that line. mr fucking brightside!
#allow the hyperbole here#embellished for fun#but like#that scene has so many questionable things said i was being positive after the finale bc rain#which is real of me i respect it#why am i still capable of these posts i need to watch something else#grey’s anatomy#atticus lincoln#ciara chats shit
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✨Welcome to the world; Scout Derek Shepherd Lincoln.✨
#amelia shepherd#amelink#atticus lincoln#greys anatomy#amelia and link#greys abc#grey's anatomy#16x21#17x02#baby amelink#scout derek shepherd lincoln
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custody
i was rewatching the calzona custody battle and this happened 💀 i hope this never happens and i know link would be much more kind but i felt like having an antagonist and it obviously wasn’t gonna be amelia 💅 so sorry this sucks buuuuuuuut whatever
“This is the end. The end of us, the end of what we have . . . the end of everything,” Link ranted as he shoved the rest of Amelia’s things into a bag
“I trusted you- and you’re doing this?” The shock was evident on Amelia’s face.
“You trusted me?! I trusted you! And you rejected me! I poured my heart out to you, and you couldn’t even say anything. You didn’t even have the decency to say no.”
“Link, you stopped checking in.” Amelia crossed her arms, refusing to play the offender. “You didn’t even know if I wanted to get married.”
“I thought we were on the same page.” Link mimicking her stance.
“Well, we’re obviously not.”
“Obviously.” The two stood staring at one another with arms crossed and eyes glaring for what felt like an eternity.
“Alright. I guess this really is the end.” Amelia confirmed, yanking the bag off of the floor and storming into their son's nursery.
“Woah Woah Woah, what are you doing?” Link shouted as he watched her.
“Taking Scout.”
“No, your not.”
“He’s my son.”
“He’s also mine.” Link reminded, his heartbreaking as Amelia picked up their son.
“Well, you didn’t carry him around for nine months and push him out of a tiny opening.”
“Wow, your playing that card.”
“Yes, I’m playing that card because if I remember, there was a time you didn’t even know if you wanted to be in our lives.”
“Amelia-“ She slammed the door before he could finish his sentence. He punched the door before sliding down it, questioning what had happened in the past 48 hours.
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“And your sure your want to do this?” Jo asked as she ran her finger over the rim of her glass.
“I’m damn sure she took my son, and I haven’t heard from her in a week.” Link said after he downed the remainder of his scotch.
“You can’t take this back.”
“I won’t want to. I’m getting my son back.” Link pressed the button calling his lawyer.
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“You’re fucking kidding me, right?” Amelia laughed into her phone, trying to conceal her tears. She flipped through the pages that her lawyer just sent by informing her she was being sued for custody.
“No.”
“You’re turning into your parents.”
“No, I'm not.” Link defended quickly.
“What do you call this then?”
“Standing up for myself and my son.”
“This isn’t necessary.”
“It is you’ve been ignoring my calls! I haven’t seen my son in over a week!”
“We can figure this out. Please. I don’t want to do this.”
“I didn’t either. This is your own doing” Link quickly hung up before he could hear her response, not wanting to listen to her hurt.
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“Mom? Dad? What are you doing here?” Link asked as he kicked an empty pizza box out of view of his parents.
“Well, that’s such a kind greeting,” Eric smirked, allowing himself further into the apartment, shocked at the state of disarray.
“Where are Amelia and Scout?” Maureen asked cautiously as she took in her surroundings, suspecting they weren’t here and hadn’t been for a while.
“Some notice would’ve been nice.” The son muttered as he quickly picked up around the apartment.
“Link, what is going on?” The concerned mother asked, grabbing him by the shoulders to stop him.
“Amelia and I are over.” Link avoided his mother’s gaze.
“Oh, Link.” She knew exactly what this felt like and the stress and worry with a child on top of it.
“Do you have a lawyer?” Eric asked, stepping closer to the pair.
“Eric!” Maureen scolded, though they had forgiven each other for a whole lot; that was something that always lurked. The lawyers, the paperwork, the court dates, the fighting, and the heartbreak.
“I do, a great one. Highest rated family court lawyer in Seattle.”
“Link!” Maureen scolded again, shocked that her son made the same mistake they had made 30 odd years ago. “You didn’t.”
“She was keeping him from me.”
“The kid has a point,” Eric muttered, he didn’t want to get into this fight with his wife again, but he understood where his son was coming from.
“How’s Amelia?” Maureen glared at her husband before averting her gaze back to her son.
“Upset obviously, but she had this coming.”
“You two really can’t just come to an agreement? Like two two three, or every other week?” Maureen sighed, lowering herself onto the couch. “Why do you have to repeat our mistakes?”
“I’m not repeating your mistakes; we’re civil.”
“Are you? Cause it doesn’t seem like that if you're bringing lawyers into this.”
“I really don’t need your opinion.” Link groaned; the last thing he wanted was, to be compared to his parent's messy divorce, even though in the back of his mind, the reality that it was was gnawing at him.
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“I can’t believe you let them say those things about me.” Amelia scowled, trying to hold back the tears that had been threatening to spill out for the past couple of weeks.
“We shouldn’t be talking.” He struggled to avoid eye contact, all he wanted was to forget any of this ever happened, but that wasn’t possible.
“I would never do that to you.”
“This is court, and you don’t win by being friendly.”
“Link, what happened? Why are you doing this?”
“I’m doing this for my son; he deserves someone who wants him.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” The neurosurgeon crossed her arms, narrowing her eyes.
“You never wanted scout.”
“Don’t you ever say that? And we both know if I hadn’t gotten pregnant, we never would’ve considered even having kids. I don’t regret a single that has happened and wouldn’t trade the past year for anything. Scout is one of the best things that has ever happened to me.”
“He’s not the best?” Link scoffed, he knew he was pushing too far, but some part of him wouldn’t stop.
“You’re one sick bitch.” Amelia shook her head in disbelief, storming back into the courthouse before he could see her tears. She wanted to yell at him and tell him all the dark thoughts that couldn’t stop, but she could never articulate. She tried to let him know about the cravings pounding into her head, about the guilt that suffocated her revolving around Christopher, about the apathy that encroached on her way of thinking. The words just never seemed to arise. Scout was what kept her going, he needed her, and she needed him. He was the only reason for her to stay sober.
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“Amelia! Wait!” Link called as he caught up to Amelia as she opened up her car.
“What? What else could you possibly want from me?”
“I’m sorry.”
“Yeah, okay, Link.”
“You get why I did this, though, right? Later on, we can talk about you coming to see him.” Amelia breathed in heavily, trying to calm herself before she punched him.
“I hope you and Jo have an amazing life. I hope she provides you with everything I can’t.” Bitter tainted in every word she said.
Before Link could get another word in, she slammed her door and zoomed off, leaving him alone to think about everything that had gone wrong between the two, slowly realizing he was the reason Amelia drifted away. He stopped checking in, and he ignored the silent pain that engulfed her. The longer he stood there, the more he realized he fucked up. Fear suddenly soaked in; he accomplished the one thing he vowed he’d never do. He didn’t get divorced, but had a messy custody battle that would leave the three of them scarred and broken. He turned into his worst nightmare.
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Say Love
a/n: hi! this is a quick kinda random post-17x09 fic I wrote. basically after Amelia gets home from Owen's house.
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"Hey," Link smiled excitedly, watching as Amelia pulled off her shoes and placed them on the rack.
"Hi." She walked towards him with her arms held out. "I need a hug," she whispered, stepping into his embrace. Link wrapped her up in his arms tightly, and Amelia sighed contently.
"You okay?" She stepped back and nodded, brushing her hand through her hair.
"Yeah. I just had a long day." Amelia leaned against his chest again, pressing her face into his shirt.
"How's Teddy doing?" Link questioned, pulling Amelia to sit on the couch with him.
"I think she's getting better; when I got there, she really wasn't doing well. Owen texted me once I was leaving and said she was up and calming Allison down," she murmured, curling against Link's body. "I'm sorry I was gone for so long; I honestly thought Owen was exaggerating."
"Isn't it a little weird? Helping your ex-husband fix his new relationship?" She looked up at him and smiled.
"A little. But I'm glad I can help. Not everyone can be perfect like us," Amelia teased, placing her hand on his chest. "Wait, is Scout asleep?" Link nodded proudly.
"Yup, he's been down for almost an hour, now." She raised her eyebrows in surprise. "Ellis and Bailey are asleep, and Zola's reading in her room."
"Look at you. You're practically a stay-at-home dad, now." He grinned.
"I take care of the kids while you go to work. I'm singlehandedly taking down the patriarchy." They both laughed as she hit his chest playfully, her head shaking in amusement. She jolted upward as the baby monitor on the table rang, and Scout's cries blared loudly.
"I'll get him," Amelia stood up, "I miss my baby." Link watched as she walked quickly up the stairs, skipping a few steps in her excitement. He smiled as the sounds of her cooing filled the hallway in front of him, her arms carefully cradling their crying son in her arms. "Has he eaten recently?" Link shook his head and sat up on the couch, pulling her nursing pillow from the end of the sofa. He placed it on her lap as she sat down and adjusted her shirt, wide grins covering both of their faces when their son's cries immediately subsided. "He smells like lavender. Did you bathe him?"
"Poor guy was having a rough day without you. I think he just wanted to nurse; he really did not want a bottle. I did skin-to-skin to try and calm him down, and he kept trying to nurse from me." Her eyebrows narrowed as she laughed softly.
"And yet, he still likes you better," she murmured, giving Link a side-eye. "How'd you get him down?"
"I tried everything. Practically walked a mile in the backyard, we laid down for a while, and then I resorted to a bath, even though it's not bath night. I think he just tired himself out. So, you can't say he likes me better."
"You still got him to sleep. He probably would've kept screaming for me," she glanced down at the baby.
"You want anything to eat?" The mother shrugged.
"I'm honestly not hungry, but thanks." She leaned her head back against the cushion, rolling it to the side to look at him. "I told Owen that we'd have them over for dinner sometime. Or watch the kids and give his mom a break or something. I was trying to offer ways to help."
"You wanna add more kids to this house?" Amelia smirked, nodding her head.
"We're being good friends. And one day, once they get through this, they'll take Scout and give us some time off." She fixed her shirt once Scout had finished eating, taking the burp cloth she had brought down and standing up. Link watched as she bounced him up and down, patting his back. "What are the odds he goes back to sleep soon, and we get to go to bed early?"
"Probably about zero," Link answered, pushing himself off of the couch to stand next to her. "He's almost three months old. Don't their sleep schedules get better as they get older?"
"Yeah, but he'll start teething in a month or two, and he'll be an absolute terror."
"It'll be cute, though. When he gets his little tiny teeth," Link cooed, holding his arms out to take the baby.
"Until he starts biting my nipples. Did you know that's a thing? They bite you?" He shook his head while cringing, scrunching his nose.
"No, our little guy wouldn't do that, would he?" She watched him hold the baby out, emitting a laugh from the tiny boy.
"I'm never gonna get tired of that laugh," Amelia confessed. Scout had started to laugh recently, and Amelia made every effort to record him to have it on video. Link had walked in on her staring at her phone, widely grinning as she rewatched videos of the baby laughing in his high-pitched, quiet little voice.
"He's just the cutest baby ever."
"Everyone says that about their babies." He looked at her with wide eyes.
"Are you saying he's not the cutest baby?" He pouted his lip out, tilting his head to the side. Amelia laughed at him and wrapped her arm around his waist.
"No, he is." She leaned her head against his shoulder, watching their son's blue eyelids flutter open and closed. "Is he falling asleep?"
"I think he is," Link whispered, carefully beginning to walk towards the stairs. She trailed closely behind him as they tiptoed upstairs. She held her breath as Link lowered him into the crib, sighing in relief as the boy didn't stir.
"He really fell asleep," Amelia stated in disbelief, moving to turn off the nursery light. "We're getting pretty good at this, aren't we?" Her boyfriend pulled her into the hallway; a toothy grin spread across his face as he held his hand up. Amelia high-fived him gently, making sure not to cause too much noise.
"We are absolutely killing this parenting thing."
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Rewatching season 16 for pregnant Amelia and Amelink serotonin :’)
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will never understand why Link told Amelia he wanted more children when he was already a dad of 4????? (then 5 kids when Luna was born)
link’s toxic trait: obsessed with being a dad
#he is seen with Meredith’s kids more than she is he is their dad#the writers should hate those babies less and have him actually be present in their lives forever#they need a constant presence in their lives like#imagine them calling him dad at some point it would be super cute#amelink#atticus lincoln#grey’s anatomy
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Prompt: when Amelia gives birth they find out the baby is actually a girl
Mix Up
A/N: Thank you for the prompt! I kind of wish they had a girl, if I'm honest :D It's a little short and maybe sucks a bit but I hope it's okay.
"Alright," Carina looks up at Amelia from where she was sat between her legs, "The heads out, I need you to give me one more big push."
"M'no I'm done. I can't do anymore." Amelia whines, breathlessly, her head lulling to the side to face Link.
Link leans forward to kiss her sweaty head and gives her hand a soft, reassuring squeeze, "You can do it babe, he's almost here. You'll get to hold our son in just a couple of minutes."
Amelia takes a deep breath, a stray tear falling down her face as she prepares herself for the incoming pain. She screams and squeezes Link's hand as a contraction hits and she starts pushing with all her remaining energy. Carina gives her encouragement while counting to ten for the last time as the baby makes its appearance.
"Okay, good job Amelia! Here he- Oh.." Carina stops mid-sentence causing panic to fly through Amelia, "Oh?"
"What do you mean 'Oh'?" she says frantically, her eyes wide as she looks at Carina before turning to Link, "Why did she say 'Oh'?!"
"I don't- Carina?" Link says, trying his best to hide the concern in his voice.
As if on cue, the baby's screams fit the room causing both of the new parents to sigh in relief for a split second before the concern settles in once more. Carina wraps a towel around the baby's back before lifting it over to Amelia.
"Congratulations, here is your healthy baby girl!" Carina smiles as she places the baby onto Amelia's chest.
"What? A baby what?" Link asks, looking over at Amelia as she's staring down at the baby in her arm, confusion across both of their faces, "But, the ultrasound said-"
"It happens sometimes. You only had one ultrasound during your pregnancy so I may have just misread if there was something in the way." Carina explains to the parents, smiling softly at Amelia as she cries and holds her baby against her chest, "But, she is perfectly healthy, just like I said."
Amelia smiles up at Link, who's eyes are shiny from his tears, before looking back down to the small baby in her arms. The cries at stopped as soon as she had been placed on her Mom's chest. Amelia watches in wonder as the baby wriggles gently, offering her finger to the tiny fist reaching out to her. Amelia's tears only fall harder as the baby wraps her small fingers around her bigger one.
Everything about her is perfect. Her smooth, creamy complexion. Her big, wide, beautiful eyes, that you can't quite tell the color of yet, although she'd probably take after both of her parents blue ones. The small amount of dark brown hair she had covering her head. Her perfectly pouted lips that complemented her squishy cheeks. Her ten tiny fingers and ten tiny toes. The sweet little noises she was making that were melting her parents hearts.
"We have a daughter." Link smiles at Amelia, leaning in and placing a hand over where hers lies on their newborn's back.
"Weeee have a daughter." Amelia laughs, still in shock as her eyes stay fixed on the baby in her arms. She pauses for a moment before her head snaps to look at Link, eyes wide, "Oh. My. God. We have a daughter!"
Link laughs, "I know, I still can't quite believe it myself."
"No, Link. We have a daughter." Amelia's tone turns to a stern one as he's not quite picking up what she's getting at, "We have a daughter and she has nothing."
Before Link has a chance to say anything, in true Amelia fashion, she begins spinning out, "We didn't have any girl names. Everything we have, all the blankets, the crib sheets, the stuffed animals... they're all blue. And sure, she can wear blue, gender's just a construct anyway and we do have some neutral clothes but I'd like her to at least have some identifying objects... babies all look the same and if we constantly dress her in blue and give her blue blankets, everyones gonna think she's a boy when they first see her and I want her to be whoever she wants to be but I don't want that to confuse her from day one. Ive probably already confused her, I've been saying he and him every time I talked about her when I was pregnant..."
"Amelia. Amelia, babe. Calm down please." Link says, trying to hide his smile. When Amelia got on one, she went for it. "I promise, I will go and get her whatever you want her to have. When we get home, you and her can lay in bed and I will go through everything we have and you can decide whether we want to use it for her or not."
Link squeezed her shoulder comfortingly and placed a kiss on her head. It didn't quite stop her in her tracks as she continued, "God, and she's a girl so of course she's inevitably going to hate me when she gets into her teenage years. I mean, I was an awful teenager, I put my Mom through hell. Oh god, this is gonna be my karma isn't it? She's going to hate me and-"
"Amelia, hey." Link interrupts, "She is not going to hate you. Look," he points down to where the small girl had her first tightly wrapped around Amelia's finger and her calm face pressed against her Mom's chest, "She loves you. You're her Mom... And the best one she could've asked for." Amelia pouts at him, "Thank you. And thank you for being here, I wouldn't of gotten through that without you."
"Of course, anything for my girls." he smirks and nudges her shoulder gently before looking down at their baby once again.
Link moves his hand from the baby's back and strokes her cheek with his thumb softly, "You're gonna be a Daddy's girl, huh."
"Oh come on, she already has you wrapped around her finger." Amelia smiles as she watches the baby's eyes follow Link. Quiet coos start coming from the baby, "See. She knows it too."
"I can't believe we have a daughter. She's beautiful, just like her Mama." Link smiles, leaning in and placing a soft kiss on Amelia's lips.
Amelia smiles back, her eyes still teary, "I'm still in shock a little bit. I can't believe how perfect she is, and she's all ours."
Link pulls her closer, one arm around Amelia, one around their baby. He smiles down at her as her eyes flutter open, "Mommy and Daddy love you so much little girl."
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Take A Chance On Me- Part 1.
A girl with brown straight hair and hazel eyes sat in the office of the head master in Children’s Home of Washington.
She was 15 and what the staff of the orphanage would say is past the age of anyone ever adopting you. Most workers at the home couldn’t stand her. For reasons she absolutely knew, but could care less about.
“Florence?” The head master’s voice interrupted the music playing through the earbuds as Florence annoyingly sat up.
“Yes?” Florence forced a fake smile, as she took the music out of her ears placing it on the bed.
“Surprisingly there is a family here that wants a teenager for some reason. You happen to be alphabetically first on our list, so get up and put something nice on.” Headmaster Lawrence instructed, turning on her high heels and walking out of the large bedroom Florence was in with the other girls.
Did we also mention the home Florence found herself in also doubled as a school? Lovely wasn’t it.
Florence reluctantly rolled off the bed and opened the trunk at the foot. Pulling out orange corduroy pants, a black shirt sleeve shirt that resembled a turtle neck at the top, and black platform leather boots.
Florence tied her hair into a dutch braid down her back and placed the various vintage rings she owned onto her fingers as she shoved her phone into her pocket and ran to the staircase.
She met Mrs. Lawrence at the bottom adjusting her posture, raising her dark eyebrow for approval.
“You could have chosen something more lady like, you need to make sure these people want you.” Mrs. Lawrence said before walking towards the office prompting Florence to follow her.
“Lady like my ass.” Florence grumbled, her hazel eyes rolling as she trudged behind Mrs. Lawrence the sound of her boots hitting the old wood.
“Okay Dr. Lincoln, Dr. Shepherd this is Florence. She’s 15, a phenomenal student and quite the personality.” Mrs. Lawrence spoke to Amelia and Link as Florence entered placing her ringed hands into her pockets.
“Hi.” Amelia smiled, Link’s hand resting over hers as they sat in the office chairs.
“Hey.” Florence spoke, receiving a stern look from Mrs. Lawrence due to the fact she didn’t hold her hand out for them.
“I will leave you 3 be, I’m outside if you need anything.” Mrs. Lawrence gave a fake smile, that Florence saw directly through as she closed the door.
“So your name is Florence. Can I ask where it came from?” Amelia asked, smiling kindly as Florence sat in the desk across from the two adults.
“The city. I was named after the city in Italy.” Florence said proudly. She had always admired her name, it was different and it made her special.
“That’s cool. Well I’m Link and this is Amelia. So tell us anything about you or ask us anything.” Link said wrapping his arm around Amelia.
Dear god help me. Florence thought to herself, this was the most cliche thing she had ever seen. Like they were too in love for it to be normal.
“Why do you want me?” Florence bluntly asked, her leg crossed as she leaned into the large chair behind her.
“Excuse me?” Amelia chuckled, not quite sure what Florence meant and not wanting to hurt her feelings.
“Like no one asks for kids over the age of probably 6 here and I’m 15 so what on this green earth would make you guys want me?” Florence chuckled, fidgeting with one of the glass rings on her fingers.
“Well we already have a baby. And we recently got told we might not be able to have anymore kids of our own so we looked into adoption. You were the first child they placed us with and we just thought you sounded interesting.” Amelia shrugged, the dimple in her cheek visible as she spoke.
“Okayyy then. Well about myself. My parents died in a fire, so here I am. My favorite music artist is ABBA or anything from the 70’s. I like to read Jane Austen and I like to paint and draw.” Florence said, her eyebrow raised as she spoke.
“That’s cool. I told Amelia when you walked in that your outfit was really neat.” Link smiled, Florence instantly having to hold in her laughter of being called “neat”.
“Thanks. I appreciate that. So you have a baby?” Florence asked, walking around to sit on the desk.
“Yes. Scout hes about 7 months.” Amelia said pulling out her phone to show Florence. Florence leaned forwards smirking at the photo.
“Cute. So why exactly would you want a teenager with a baby? You’ll experience his teenage years eventually.” Florence asked, no attitude in her voice just genuine question.
Florence was enjoying herself, if Mrs. Lawrence was in with her then she would have gotten a talking to about her ruining her chances of being adopted by this very nice family.
“You seemed appealing. I have a niece a few years younger than you and I’ve fostered a teenager before and I enjoyed it.” Amelia said, not going to mention to Florence that Betty was also a drug addict, teen mother that she fostered.
“Is that a tattoo?” Link asked, noticing the black writing on the part of Florence’s arm a little below the side of her wrist.
“Oh yeah, kind of.” Florence chuckled running her fingers over the ink on her wrist.
“What does it say?” Amelia asked as Florence flashed her wrist toward Amelia.
“Divine, my darling. My mother used to tell me that.” Florence said, her eyebrows raising.
Mrs. Lawrence came back in causing Florence to look at her with an annoyed face.
“I hate to interrupt but theres another family here to speak to Florence it seems so-“ Mrs. Lawrence said as she picked up Florence’s file.
“No need. We loved her. Where do we sign?” Link smiled, causing Florence’s mouth to fall to the floor.
“Oh I’ll get the papers and well Miss Florence, you can go collect your things.” Mrs. Lawrence said in surprise, Florence slowly nodding and walking out of the room.
Her mind was confused, why on earth would a couple with a baby want a random teenager in an orphanage.
#amelink fics#amelink fan fic#amelia shepherd#atticus lincoln#scoutderekshepherdlincoln#amelink baby#amelia x link#grey’s anatomy fics#greys anatomy fan fic#abba#queen#retro music#florence
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alright no one talk to me i need forever to process how beautiful that episode was
#amelink#i need julie wong to write every amelink scene from now on#MY BABIES ARE BEAUTIFUL COMMUNICATORS#amelia shepherd#atticus lincoln#amelia is so 🥺🥺#and link saying all the right things >>>>#ELITE SHIP#the last scene i’m#no EVERY scene#goodbye i can’t do this rn#greys anatomy#grey’s anatomy#grey’s abc
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Can you just do something with amelink and donuts please? It can be anything tbh but I need to see more amelink and donuts in my life
Needs - cranked this one out super quick for ya. hope u enjoy :)
Link awoke to a little moan of pain for the third time on this particular night. He rolled over to find Amelia curled up in a ball, her eyes squeezed into tiny slits and her brow furrowed.
“Another one?” His voice was thick with exhaustion.
“It hurts,” she managed to get out. Link sighed sympathetically, moving to run his fingers down her lower abdomen.
“Chill out little man.” He shook his head, in disbelief about how close they were to meeting him. “Have you gotten any sleep?” Amelia shook her head, relaxing slightly as the braxton hicks began to leave her system.
“He’s restless,” she mumbled, stretching uncomfortably and rolling over, allowing him to press his chest into her back and wrap his arms around her waist. They found themselves in this position more and more as Amelia’s bump had grown, as it was pretty much the only cuddling position she could find comfort in.
“I heard Bailey finally banned you from the hospital,” he teased. The chief of surgery had been trying to keep Amelia from operating for weeks now and finally succeeded when she mistook her braxton hicks for actual contractions.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” she answered, with a hint of resentment. It hadn’t just been Bailey tying to keep Amelia from working. It seemed like everyone, especially her sisters, had something to say about her inability to take time off. His girlfriend’s small proportions looked almost comical with a baby bump this size, at times it almost looked like gravity would give in and she’d just topple over. This was all Link’s fault, obviously, according to Amelia and she refused to carry one of his big ass babies ever again. Her words not his. It was when she had to start wearing Link’s scrub tops to work that the teasing from her sisters really began. And while Amelia laughed it off for the most part, Link couldn’t help but notice the tiny bit of insecurity behind her smile. “If anything Bailey’s just paying us extra for a maternity leave that I’m absolutely fine with shortening.” Link chuckled at her stubbornness, through the featherlike kisses he was placing on her neck.
“Maybe she was just tired of waiting twenty minutes for you to get to the OR floor.”
“Rude,” Amelia scoffed. “I’m not that slow.”
“You’re absolutely right,” Link replied with a grin. “And it’s definitely not because you kept paging the head of orthopaedic surgery 911 to an on call room for sex at least once a day.”
“I only paged you once during surgery by mistake!” She exclaimed defensively. “All the other times were when you weren’t busy. I can’t help the hormones or the fact that you walk around the hospital making eyes at me like a sex god.”
“I do not make eyes at you,” he laughed.
“You do! It’s like that psychological test thing where they put marshmallows in front of kids and told them not to eat them.”
“Am I supposed to be the marshmallow in this situation?” Link teased.
“No, you’re ten times better than a marshmallow and it’s distracting,” she groaned, rolling back over to face him. “And being your baby mommy,” he raised his eyebrows, “only I’m allowed to use that name,” she confirmed, “it’s your job to satisfy the hormones that you caused.”
“Oh, babe, I think I do more than satisfy,” he winked, playing with the neckline of her tank top and grinning as her cheeks turned an adorable shade of pink.
“Well, right now the baby wants donuts.” She shrugged. Link groaned, glancing at their alarm clock which read 4:43 am.
“Are you kidding?”
“Nope,” she replied, popping the p with her slightly swollen lips that he really wished were on his. “Henry’s is open.”
“Amelia, you need to sleep,” he complained, tugging the duvet up to her chin.
“Really? Because it seemed like you were up for something that doesn’t involve sleeping,” she replied innocently.
“No but that’s,” he sputtered, “that’s completely different. You wouldn’t have to--”
“Link, we’re getting donuts.” She confirmed simply. “Put some pants on and hurry up.”
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Although Link was hoping to continue being grumpy in response to her practically dragging him out of bed, he couldn’t help but grin at the happiness, resulting from being in the car on the way to getting donuts at 5am, that was radiating from Amelia. She was practically dancing in her seat as they pulled up to the drive thru.
“What do you want?” He asked, trying to hide his amusement.
“What do you think?” She responded with a shrug.
“Can I get a 12 pack of assorted donuts?” Link sighed into the speaker.
“And a coffee, please?” Amelia added softly.
“And a sm--”
“Medium,” she interrupted.
“Sorry, medium decaf coffee.” She didn’t seem to enjoy that too much. ���Hey, don’t complain and eat your donuts,” he chuckled as he handed her the white cardboard box. That received a smile. Amelia took a small bite, sighing with satisfaction and leaning back against the leather seat of the car. This sight did not help Link’s current horniness in any way. “Can you chill with the donut orgasm a bit?” He grumbled.
“Jealous, babe?” She teased, holding it out for him to take a bite. “Come on, this is the closest thing you’re getting to a fantasy tonight.” He gave in, letting her stuff the entirety of it inside his mouth.
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More Amelink babies please!!! Manifesting Amelia being pregnant right now...it would explain her emotional self as of late 👀
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- Bailey has a baby assisted by George O’ Malley, Grey’s Anatomy 2x17
- Amelia has a baby assisted by Bailey, Grey’s Anatomy, 16x21
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who is he pt 4
BESTIES!!!!! it’s been tooooooo long ive just had no motivation 🤪 but today we had parade rehearsal and they didn't really need me so i had time to write this, sorry its been so long!!! i hope everyones doing well and staying safe
part 1 part 2 part 3
“Is link your boyfriend?” Scout asked as his mother cut his waffles.
“No, he isn’t. We’re just friends.”
“Why do we spend so much time with him?” In the following weeks of the zoo excursion, the trio had done countless things with one another.
“Just cause.” Amelia quickly said, starting to get nervous, hoping her son wouldn't ask to elaborate.
“Okay.” Scout shrugged, dropping the subject. Eliciting a sigh of relief from his mother. “Is he coming to my softball game tonight?”
“Yeah, I think he is.”
“Oh.”
“Do you not want him to?”
“Well, he works for baseball players, and they’re all really good; what if he thinks I’m a bad player?”
“Oh babe, he won’t think that at all. I’m sure he’ll be very impressed.” It took a lot of begging for Amelia to allow Scout to play softball, but the more she watched her son played, the prouder she was of him. He was a good player for a kid his age.
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“Mom? What are you doing here?” Link asked as he opened his apartment door.
“I came to visit you since you never come to see us.” His mother brought him into a hug as she walked further in.
“A little notice would’ve been nice.” The man sighed, picking up the mini cooler that was on the counter and his sunglasses.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” Maureen realized her son was getting prepared to leave. “Are you going somewhere?”
“Uh, yeah, I am.”
“There’s no baseball game today, though.” Maureen had checked before she came to assure her son would have time to spend with her.
“Yeah, I’m just going out; I’ll be back in maybe two hours? Just entertain yourself, and the guest room should be clean if you want to stay in there.” Link pointed across the hall.
“Okay, thanks.” Maureen sadly smiled, slightly offended at her sons' offish behavior.
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“You look like your gonna throw up.” Link chuckled as he sat down next to Amelia handing her a water from the cooler.
“I’m just terrified he’s gonna hit his head in just the wrong space and immediately die.” Amelia quickly ranted as she watched her son step up to the base; this was her usual freak-out routine when her son would be playing.
“He’s gonna be just fine, Mia.” Amelia quickly diverted her attention to the man; he hadn’t used the nickname in 5 years. “Sorry I-“
“Shh.” Amelia shushed him as their son hit the ball and start bolting for the next base, standing up when he fell face-first as he tried to reach the base. “Crap.”
“Hey, it’s okay.” He grabbed her arm, seating her, when he got up and kept running. “He’s okay.”
“Okay.” Amelia shifted awkwardly, putting her hand on her chest to try and control her breathing. “I hate this.”
“Look at how happy he is, though.” Link loved his son, even if the boy didn’t know he was his father. But that fact broke his heart; to the little boy, he was just a friend.
“He’s getting suspicious.”
“Hmm?” Link hummed, shoving some peanuts in his mouth.
“He asked if we were dating; I said no, obviously.” For some reason, this stung the man. “But he’s smart; he’s gonna realize eventually, so maybe we should talk about telling him.”
“And you're okay with this?” Link asked hopefully.
“He’s gonna find out eventually.” Amelia sighed, picking at her nail. “I mean, I don’t really have a choice; I’ve already messed up too much. Depriving both of you of a relationship from each other.”
“I don’t blame you, not anymore.” Link whispered. “You were protecting him, and yourself. I mean, I’m upset I missed so much, but I get it.” Amelia looked at the man and genuinely smiled.
“Thank you.” The woman whispered with tears in her eyes.
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“Mom, did you see that?” Scout cheered as he ran into his mother’s arms. “I made a home run!”
“I know, I’m so so so proud of you.” Amelia laughed as she spun the boy around.
“You did really great, bud.” Link smiled, patting the boy's back.
“Thanks, Link.” Scout smiled brightly.
“I’ll have to take you to a Mariners game sometime.” Link smiled, thinking about bringing his son to a game and introducing him to the players. “If it’s okay with your mom, of course.”
“We can work something out.” Amelia reluctantly smiled.
“Can we get donuts?” Scout asked, jumping on the balls of his feet.
“Sure.” Amelia laughed at her sons' excitement over donuts, reminding her of how her ex-boyfriend used to act.
“Can Link come?” Scout asked.
“If he wants to.” Amelia smiled at the man, who eagerly nodded.
“I’d love to; donuts are my absolute favorite.” Link smiled, knowing that his son loved his favorite snack as much as he did. “You know they have a Gotham Donuts in Seattle now?”
“I didn’t,” Amelia said, taken aback, thinking back to the New York fiasco, and how she was falling in love with the man.
“Let’s go!!!!” Scout said, starting to get impatient, pulling his mother’s arm.
“Alright, alright.”
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“They don’t taste exactly like the ones in New York, but they’re still my favorite.” Link said after he shoved a whole donut in his mouth.
“Everything pastry wise is better in New York. Especially, bagels,” Amelia remarked.
“Yeah, my mom won’t let us ever get bagels. Only when we’re in New York.” Scout laughed, making Link smile. The man recalled one morning when he brought home breakfast bagels for the two, and she refused to eat them.
“She’s very dramatic, huh?” Link smirked, making eye contact with the woman.
“Hey! Am not!” Amelia playfully defended.
“You are, though, mommy.” Scout agreed with the man.
“Alright, I guess just a little bit.” Amelia caved, running the boy's hair through his fingers, noticing the boy's eyes start to droop the longer they sat. “You getting tired, bud?”
“Mmmhmm.” The boy nodded, snuggling into his mother’s side.
“Okay, let’s get you to bed.” Amelia helped scout out of the booth. “Thanks so much, Link.”
“Yeah, of course.” He’d been trying to keep his tears at bay as he watched the interaction between the two. “Great job today!”
“Thanks.” Scout waved as the two walked off.
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When Link arrived back at his apartment, he found dinner in the microwave, and his mother fast asleep in the spare bedroom. The bedroom that should be Scout’s. He remembered the night the couple crashed at his apartment, and he took her into the room, and they mapped out how the nursery would be set up. The orthopedic surgeon shook the thought of his head and went into his room, quickly finding his bed and falling asleep.
“Link.” His mother’s soft voice jutting him out of sleep.
“What?” Link asked, somewhat shocked to of been woken up, almost forgetting his mother was even there.
“You left your phone in the kitchen, and someone called Meredith keeps calling.” Maureen raised her eyebrow, trying to determine if this was a possible love interest.
Link took the ringing phone from his mother while trying to contain his eye roll. “What’s up?”
“Don’t freak out.” Meredith’s shaky voice rang in his ears.
“What? What happened?” Link sat up abruptly in his bed, his mother perking up at her sons' nervousness.
“There was a car crash.” Before she could continue, he jumped up from his bed and started to get dressed, trying to calm his shakiness. “Scout is fine. Maggie is with him, and he just has a tiny laceration on his forehead, which is being patched up as we speak?”
“And Amelia?” The man's heart dropped at the hesitation, suddenly regretting everything that had not happened between the two, especially not fighting to be in her and her sons' life.
“She was unconscious when they brought her in; Koracick is bringing her up to CT. He’s the best.” Link could sense the woman’s pain with saying that; he knew she’d prefer her late husband. The one who Amelia would talk so fondly of, and aspire to be.
“And the other person?” The man asked, heading to the door, his mom following him and confiscated his keys. He was about to yell at her until he realized how shaky his hands were; it was probably too dangerous to drive himself.
“Tox screen came back; he was definitely intoxicated. He should be fine, though.” Before he knew what he was doing, he abruptly hung up, regretting that he even asked. Once the pair got to the parking lot, everything seemed to be in slow motion. He remembered his mom asking for directions, and standing outside of the hospital, unable to find the strength to walk in.
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So I know you said your in a sad mood and whenever I am sad I think of amelink and donuts so I have a prompt based on that but I also know, you probably are in the mood to write sad stuff soooo here’s my compromise haha. Okay so something happens (that’s up to you) and then basically it ends in amelink being very cute at the end and talking it out with donuts. I hope this makes sense! I love your fics. Stay safe!
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a/n: hi! thank you so much for the prompt, I know I went a bit off from it but it still ends with donuts and I hope you enjoy it :) thank you for the kind message too! <3
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"Okay, I need to wash the couch cushions, clean the oven, and take out the trash," Amelia muttered, making a list of what she had yet to do in their apartment. Link raised his eyebrows.
"My parents aren't going to walk in here and think, 'Hey, let me go check if she cleaned the oven. Wow, she didn't; I guess she's not good enough for my son,' Amelia."
She rolled her eyes at him and walked towards the couch, unzipping the gray cushion cover.
"I haven't actually seen your parents since we first met. I want to make a good impression." He dodged the pillow she threw at him and picked it up from the floor.
"We facetime them at least once a week. This isn't a big deal." He tossed the pillow back towards the couch and moved to the trash can, taking the bag out. "I'll take out the trash; you go start the wash." Amelia smiled gratefully, hurrying down the hallway towards the laundry room. He walked back into the apartment a moment later to see her pulling on a pair of rubber gloves and standing in front of the stove.
"Where's the stovetop cleaner? The natural one so that Scout doesn't inhale chemicals?" He reached up to the cabinet above the fridge, pulling out the spray bottle. "You need to stop putting it up there. I'm short."
"Maybe I'm hiding it so that you'll stop obsessively cleaning," he teased, his sarcastic tone fading after she glared at him.
"Go get your son. He was fussing a minute ago," she retorted, taking the bottle from him. Link walked down the hallway and pushed open the door to their son's room to see him standing up in his crib.
"Hey, Scout!" The 10-month-old burst into a grin, holding his pudgy arms out to his father. Link scooped him up, kissing the boy's cheek as he did so. "You wanna go see Mama?"
"Mama!" He shouted, grabbing the collar of his father's shirt. Link led him back out into the living space and strapped him into the high chair, pulling a jar of baby food out of the fridge. "Mama," Scout repeated, his arm waving in the direction of his mother.
"Mama's gotta clean, buddy. Grandma and Grandpa are coming soon," she muttered, continuing to scrub the stovetop. "What time does their flight get in?"
"3 hours," Link responded, pulling a chair to sit in front of Scout. "I figured you two would stay here so Scout doesn't fuss too much."
"Bib!" Amelia yelled, seeing Link feeding Scout a spoonful of food. "Put a bib on him!"
"We have to change his clothes anyway; the little dude's still in his pajamas." The mother cringed as a drop of food fell onto the boy's shirt. "You look like you want to kill me."
"Only a little bit." She rubbed her forehead. "I'm just stressed. They haven't met Scout yet."
"It's gonna be fine, Amelia. How can someone not love this guy?"
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Amelia paced nervously around the living room, her son resting on her hip and his chubby hands pulling at the ends of her hair. "Scout, leave my hair alone," she muttered, taking his hand away. "You're gonna be good when Grandpa and Grandma get here, right?" He reached back for her hair. "I'm not going to hold you if you keep grabbing my hair." He seemed to understand that, dropping his hand away from the strand he was tugging.
"Dada?"
"Dada's in the car. He's picking up your grandparents." There was a knock on the door, and Amelia rushed towards it, unlocking the door before opening it. "Hi!" She greeted as Maureen immediately pulled her into a hug.
"There's my grandbaby!" The woman cooed, holding her arms out. Amelia smiled while handing him to her, watching as Scout quickly grabbed a lock of his grandmother's hair.
"Sorry, he keeps doing that," she muttered, scratching her head. "Oh, come inside!" Amelia stepped back and opened the door further, welcoming the woman into her and Link's home. "Where are Link and Eric?"
"Link wanted to pick something up. I just wanted baby time." The neurosurgeon grinned and crossed her arms over her chest. "He's so much tinier in person!" They settled onto the couch, and Amelia beamed proudly after Maureen commented on how clean the apartment was before diverting her attention back to Scout, who was fascinated by his grandmother's bracelets. Light conversation about the baby floated between them as they waited, and Amelia eventually led Maureen into the boy's room.
"Hey, we're home!" She recognized Link's voice immediately, poking her head out of the nursery and smiling at him.
"We're in here; what's that?" She asked, pointing to the box under her boyfriend's arm. He waved his hand to dismiss it, setting the box on the kitchen island.
"Don't worry about it." Amelia leaned into Link for a quick hug, pulling away after he kissed her forehead. She greeted Eric and then entered back into the nursery, where Link was telling a story about a stuffed tiger Scout had recently become obsessed with. She stood against the dresser, leaning ever so slightly into Link's side and sighing as his arm wrapped around her waist.
"So," Maureen spoke after handing Scout to her husband, turning to Amelia and Link, "we are thinking about moving up to Seattle." The couple's eyebrows rose simultaneously, and Amelia almost laughed as their expressions mirrored each other's.
"Wow!" She shook her head in surprise, feeling Link's arm tighten around her waist. "Why?"
"Half of Eric's office is moving to Seattle, and he was offered a position, and it just feels right. We'd be closer to you two and get to see Scout more often."
"Okay, but we're gonna need rules," Link chuckled. "You can't just show up randomly, and you've gotta look for a place that's not too close."
"What, you don't want to spend all of your time with your parents?" Eric teased, glancing down as Scout played with his fingers.
"I'm gonna have to say no," Link responded, dropping his arm to his side. "Alright. Why don't Amelia and I put your bags in the guest room, and then we can all take a walk?" He grabbed her hand, pulling her into the kitchen where they had previously dropped the two suitcases they'd brought.
"Okay, what's in the box?" She asked, picking up a suitcase. Link grinned.
"Snack for later. I figured this counted as a special occasion."
"You can't keep getting donuts! I keep eating them!" He shook his head in amusement as they set down the bags on the bed in the guestroom, looking over at Amelia.
"You were kind of spinning out this morning. I figured you could use something a little special," he spoke, stepping towards her. Link pulled her into a hug. "You don't have to freak out about my parents being here. They love you, I promise." She grinned.
"Well, I'm gonna have to get used to freaking out," she muttered into his chest, sighing at the comforting feeling of his hand gently rubbing up and down her back. "When are we having donuts?"
"After we all take a walk," he pulled away, grabbing her hand. "Reward for the torture of having to interact with my parents." Her nose scrunched as she shook her head.
"Now you're just being dramatic."
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