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laureala · 1 month
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AMELIA AND OWEN in Grey's Anatomy 20.01
I gave her smoothie and now she could die!
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forbescaroline · 1 year
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FORBESCAROLINE'S 9K CELEBRATION TOP 20 GREY'S ANATOMY SHIPS (as voted by my followers) #17. Owen Hunt and Amelia Shepherd Why aren’t we building our life? I don’t want to waste our time on conversations or some hypothetical lives someday. I… I want a real life… and I want it with you.
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japrilsanatomy · 1 year
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Grey’s Anatomy Poll: Day 25
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drreporting · 2 months
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What if Amelia’s family came to the wedding?
When Amelia walked into her wedding reception, she was simply happy to see her family gathered together to celebrate her special day. She couldn’t wait to dance, laugh, and catch up with her sisters Nancy, Kate, and Liz, as well as her mother, Carolyn.
But as the night went on, Amelia realized that her family had other plans. They were determined to remind her of the moment she almost ditched Owen at the altar and use it as a pressure point in almost every conversation.
Nancy was the first to bring it up, casually mentioning it in a conversation about the weather.
“Remember how it was pouring rain on your wedding day, Amelia? Almost like the universe was trying to tell you something,” she said with a smirk.
Amelia rolled her eyes and tried to brush off the comment, but Kate couldn’t resist chiming in.
“Yeah, and then you ran off and left Owen standing there like a sad puppy. I’m surprised he still wanted to marry you after that,” she said, causing the table to erupt in laughter.
Amelia felt her face flush with embarrassment. She had been struggling with her addiction at the time and it had caused her to make a rash decision. But she had worked through it and she and Owen were stronger than ever.
Liz, the youngest of the sisters, joined in on the teasing.
“And let’s not forget how you were about to leave Seattle without even telling anyone. Poor Owen had to chase you down at the airport. How romantic,” she said sarcastically, raising her glass of champagne.
Carolyn, who had been quiet up until this point, couldn’t resist adding her two cents.
“I have to say, I was very disappointed in you, Amelia. I raised you better than that. Leaving a man at the altar is just not something a Shepherd woman does,” she scolded.
Amelia had had enough. She stood up from the table, her fists clenched in anger.
“That’s enough. I made a mistake, a big one. But I’ve apologized to Owen and we’ve moved on. It’s time for all of you to do the same,” she said firmly.
Her family was taken aback by her outburst, but they could see the pain in her eyes. They all apologized to Amelia and she could see the genuine remorse in their faces.
As the night went on, Amelia was able to let go of the hurt and enjoy her wedding reception with her family. But she couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed that they had used such a vulnerable moment in her life as a weapon in their conversations.
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adroitnewt4 · 18 days
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The way Amelia looks at Owen is so... 😩😍
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fyeahkaimelia · 1 year
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why does everyone hate owen hunt
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owmymelia · 2 years
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Pillowtalk (Omelia)
It had been a hard day for Amelia, it seemed like Owen had chosen that day especially to contradict her; it’s normal for doctors to disagree with each other about the course of treatment of patients, but as a trauma surgeon, Owen had no right to question her decisions when it comes to brain injuries. She was impatiently waiting for the elevator, her muscles were sore and she had a major headache. She promised herself she would not end up in his bed that night. As soon as the elevator opened she jumped inside and didn’t even turn around. Had she done that, she would have seen that she wasn’t alone.
Holding the metal bar, suddenly she felt a warm breath in her neck and her body being pressed against the cold bar. Warm, firm hands were holding her hips tightly. She tried to turn around but couldn’t move, her legs were jelly.
- Not today - she whispered inebriated by Owen’s scent while he had his face shoved on her neck - Today I’m pissed at you.
Owen laughed softly and pressed the emergency button, turning her to face him but keeping his hands on her hips. His eyes were dark and filled with lust.
- Sure about that? - He asked, softly
Amelia looked up at him and sighed, her plans and thoughts fading away the moment he pressed his body against hers and she could feel his bulge against her stomach.
- Fuck.
She felt the hot water running down her body and almost immediately her muscles relaxed, Owen started massaging her shoulders while she was leaning on him, he then proceeded to leave a trail of kisses and soft bites along her neck.
- Do you really think a massage will make me forget what you did today, Owen?
- C'mon Amy, just enjoy. We can talk work at work.
His hands went from her shoulders to her collarbones and reached her breast, gently caressing the area, his thumbs pressed against her nipples in circle movements and her back arched, a gasp leaving her mouth. Her hand went to the back of his head, pulling his face closer towards her neck.
- I definitely needed this - She whispered, her voice failing.
- I know that - he said, just loud enough so that she could hear him - I know you, Amy.
He moved his hands down again, reaching her hips, turning her around pressing his body against hers just as he did earlier that day. But now there were no clothes preventing their skins from touching. His eyes were still dark with pleasure, he was throbbing against her stomach and she could feel it. She could feel how much he wanted her, and god knew she wanted him too.
Their lips touched as her hand moved to his sore, needy member. Her finger circled the tip and a weak moan could be heard. Their hearts were beating so fast they could almost hear it. Suddenly she was on her knees, their eyes locked on each other’s. She licked his extension and held it with her hand, starting to move slowly, she wanted to torture him. That didn’t last much though, as soon as she took him in her mouth, he held her head with both hands and pulled it all in, releasing her as she gasped for air, only to do it again seconds later. She could feel him in her throat, hard and throbbing as he facefucked her.
- Fuck, Amelia I’m gonna- Suddenly he pushed her away. He wouldn’t give in so easily.
Owen turned off the shower and took her in his arms, her legs around his waist and his member rubbing against her wet lips. He resisted the urge to penetrate her right then and there. They were frantically kissing as he walked her to his bed, throwing her there desperately. But he was just getting started on her. By his nightstand was a glass of whiskey with ice, that he purposefully placed there before getting in the shower with Amelia.
He laid his body on top of hers and started kissing and biting her neck, going down to her collarbones and breast. He cupped her right boob and took the left one in his mouth, licking, biting and sucking her nipples that were already so sensitive. Her hands getting lost in his hair. She watched as he reached for something she couldn’t see from where she was.
- What do you think you’re doing sir? - She meant it as a joke, but she had no idea what she did to him by calling him that.
Owen took a sip of the whiskey and placed the glass above Amelia’s breast, waiting for the cold water drops to make their way to her oversensitive nipple placing a kiss there right after. A loud moan left her mouth. He did the same with her other nipple, and traced a path of water drops to her pelvis. It was a moment to enjoy. Not to rush.
He reached for her dripping wet pussy, she could feel his warm breath down there. She had her eyes violently shut, bursting with expectation and anticipation. So she didn’t see when he picked up an ice cube, nor when he softly rubbed it against her clit. Amelia screamed with the abrupt change of temperature, a shock wave went through her body. Owen smirked. He then replaced the ice cube with his tongue, teasing her, moving in circles. Two of his fingers slipped roughly inside of her. Amelia gasped. Her lungs hurt, she couldn't breathe properly as Owen thrusted her with his fingers the hardest he could.
Her hands were desperately grabbing the sheets and her nails ripping the fabric when she directed them to his hair, pushing his face against her even more.
- Please keep going - She screamed - PLEASE.
He felt her shaking under him, her hands strongly holding his head as she screamed his name so loudly he was sure all the neighbourhood could heard it.
She was expecting him to lay by her side and give her a break before they kept going, but she felt his strong hands firmly pulling her to him. He quickly directed his dick to her swollen entrance, penetrating her without previous warning. Amelia screamed again, and this time she was followed by Owen. Her mind was completely unable to process what was happening, but her body quickly reacted, her arms instantly moved to his neck, she held him like her life depended on it. Owen kept moving inside of her, making tears fall from her eyes with the pleasure and pain that came with overstimulation. He was out of control, his hands were on her hips again, and he was sure that with the force he was putting into grabbing her, there would probably be bruises afterwards. She shoved her nails on his back, he moaned even louder with the pain and pleasure.
- Oh my fucking god I'm gonna cum - Owen mumbled the words
Her lips desperately caught his as she felt she was reaching climax again, she bit his bottom lip and sucked it right after, their tongues met just as a guttural roar left Owen's mouth and Amelia started shaking and screaming uncontrollably again. She could feel him cumming inside of her. He thrusted one more time as they both reached climax.
None of them were thinking right, but as soon as Owen rolled to the side, he pulled Amelia to lay on his chest. She was still kinda trembling when he kissed her forehead.
Maybe it was the intensity of the moment, or maybe her brain was just broken, but, before falling asleep, Amelia could swear she had heard him say he loved her.
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tinylittleshepherd · 2 years
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This is story one of six on fanfiction. There’s another 2 to 3 ‘books’ published on fictionpress ( https://www.fictionpress.com/~graciebecker) however I stopped at book 5 as the story no longer featured Omelia & family as front and centre, rather then Original characters. 
Full disclosure: I am not a huge fan of the way this series is written as I feel like nobody is really written in character however it’s still a good read if you're looking for a long Omelia fix. 
There is another author who also published these stories in similar format with permission so don’t be alarmed if you come across a duplicate! 
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umbriasud · 1 year
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San Valentino, un messaggio d'amore esempio per una società migliore
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Gesù vuole che il fuoco che è venuto a portare sia acceso. Egli ha portato il fuoco del battesimo. Quel fuoco nuovo della veglia pasquale è la Sua resurrezione. Egli vorrebbe che tutti noi ne venissimo bruciati per essere purificati come oro nel crogiolo.
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rrrauschen · 4 months
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Alice Rohrwacher & JR, {2020} Omelia Contadina
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japrilsanatomy · 1 year
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Grey’s Anatomy Poll: Day 16
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drreporting · 2 months
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Owen running the ER with his baby strapped to his chest
Owen was used to chaos. As an attending in the ER, he had seen it all – gunshots, car accidents, heart attacks – and it never fazed him. But running the ER with a baby strapped to his chest was a whole new level of chaos.
Ever since Amelia had gone back to work at the hospital after Rosie was born, Owen had taken on the role of stay-at-home dad. He loved spending time with his daughter and didn't mind taking on the responsibility of caring for her while Amelia worked long shifts as the head of neurosurgery.
But today, Amelia had been called into an emergency surgery while he was on shift, and had asked Owen to keep Rosie at work with him. He had been hesitant at first, worried that he wouldn't be able to handle both his job and a baby, but Amelia had assured him that she would be fine in the ER with him.
So here he was, walking through the busy hospital corridors with Rosie strapped to his chest in a carrier. She gurgled happily, completely unaware of the chaos that awaited her in the ER.
As they entered the ER, Owen was immediately bombarded with calls for help. He quickly handed Rosie off to one of the nurses, who cooed over the adorable baby and promised to keep an eye on her while Owen worked.
He dove into the chaos headfirst, barking out orders and directing the staff with ease. It was a busy day, with multiple traumas coming in at once, and Owen barely had time to catch his breath.
But every so often, he would steal a glance at Rosie, who was contentedly playing with a toy that one of the nurses had given her. She was a reminder of the beautiful little life he and Amelia had created together, and it gave him the strength to keep going.
As the day went on, Owen couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in running the ER with his daughter by his side. He had always been a competent doctor, but today, he felt like he was on top of the world.
Amelia had been right – Rosie was a good luck charm. Every patient he treated seemed to be responding well, and there were no major complications. Even the staff seemed to be in a good mood, taking turns stopping by to coo over Rosie and offer their help.
But as the day began to wind down, Owen's exhaustion caught up with him. He collapsed into a chair in the break room, taking a moment to catch his breath. As he closed his eyes, he felt a warm hand on his shoulder.
Opening his eyes, he saw Amelia standing next to him, looking exhausted but relieved. 'You did it,' she said, smiling tiredly. 'You ran the ER with a baby on your chest.'
Owen grinned back at her. 'I couldn't have done it without Rosie,' he replied, reaching up to adjust the carrier on his chest.
Amelia's eyes softened as she looked at her fiancé and daughter. 'I know I don't say it enough, but I am so proud of you,' she said, her voice filled with emotion.
Owen's eyes met hers, and in that moment, an unusual feeling washed over him – a strong sexual attraction to his soon-to-be wife. He couldn't explain why, but seeing her standing there in her scrubs, her hair slightly disheveled from a long day of surgeries, made him want her more than ever.
He stood up and reached out to pull her into a hug, careful not to disturb Rosie. 'I love you,' he whispered in her ear, feeling her arms wrap around him tightly.
'I love you too,' Amelia replied, her voice shaky with emotion.
As they stood there, holding each other in the midst of the chaos of the ER, Owen couldn't help but feel grateful for this crazy, unpredictable life he had with Amelia. And he knew that with her by his side, there was nothing they couldn't handle.
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elipsi · 5 months
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"sono qui dalle 9 di mattina" bro prima di tutto sei stato tu a decidere di fare riunione dopo cena invece che prima di cena, sei stato tu a fare un monologo di 40 minuti invece che lasciarci parlare e soprattutto c'è gente qui che ha avuto lezione dalle 8.30 quindi anche basta con questo vittimismo del cazzo
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puppypop5 · 2 years
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PHYZICALLY FIGHTZ BACK ART BLOCK
HEY HI HOW YA DOIN. THIZ IZ OMELIA ASAKI UHHHH THEYR MEAN
[ plz reblog my art ]
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