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shelbgrey · 1 year ago

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Ok but imagine this:

The allison and mark situation happens, so when derek finds out he tells reader (who is marks gf at the time) and they go to seattle amd fall in love and when allison and mark go there they see them being all in love.

This just spoke to me

Every rose has its thorn

Paring: Derek shepherd x Reader, Ex!Mark Sloan x Reader.

Summary: after Addison cheats on Derek and Mark cheats on the reader, both Derek and her go to Seattle. After they both got drunk and had sex one night the two relized the feeling they have for each other, by the time Mark and Addison come to Seattle Derek and the reader are dating and in love.

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It sucks when your whole life gets turned upside down. A group of friends being torn apart because of an adulterous act. Derek had come home one night to see his wife Addison Montgomery in bed with his best friend Mark Sloan... Mark Sloan just happened to be the boyfriend of y/n L/n. Both Addison and Mark cheated on Derek and y/n. Ruining their relationships forever.

Y/n felt terrible, her heart ached. She felt like she should have seen it coming, she thought she should have seen the signals. She was mad and heartbroken when I found out Mark cheated on her with Addison. Most of all, she was angry at Addison for cheating on Derek. Derek was y/n’s best friend and seeing him that heartbroken hurt worse.

Derek hated both Addison and Mark. Not only did they ruin his relationship and marriage, but they also hurt y/n as well. Derek was so upset that he decided to leave town. He was tired of the lies from Addison and Mark. He just wanted to move on. He knew he couldn't if he stayed there. That's when he and y/n made the move to Seattle together.

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

They both got drunk the first night they were in Seattle. Derek and her went to this small bar that was across the street from the hospital. Y/n never got drunk, she didn't like drinking but that's just how the night went. And too bad it took them being drunk to realize there was something between them.

Once they got drunk Derek started noticing things about her he had never noticed before. He started to see her in a new light. It made him see how beautiful she was. His feelings for her grew the more drunk they got.

“God I hate him” y/n rambled about Mark. “I wish I never fell in love with him”

Derek listened to everything y/n had to say. He hated that she loved a man like Mark. She deserved so much better. Derek couldn't wait to show her how much better he was for her…

“I hate her too” y/n sighed then looked over at Derek, there was just something there she hadn't noticed before. They always had some kinda connection, but always played it off as being best friend

She noticed his smile, his blue eyes. She always considered him a platonic soulmate, but maybe... Just maybe there was something more. Derek looked over at y/n. Her lips looked so soft. Her hair was perfectly curled. She stood out like a diamond, She was beautiful. Derek had never thought he would feel this way towards her. But as the night went on he realized there was something inside of him that was growing for her. He realized that he was falling in love with her. He had never felt this way before for anyone.

They both sat there wondering what would have happened if they chose each other instead of Mark and Addison. Derek always wondered what it would be like if y/n chose him over Mark. If y/n had chosen him, Addison would never have broken his heart. Would they have settled down with each other and had children? Had a family? The thoughts were racing through Derek's mind while he continued to stare at y/n. He wanted to make his move.

“Why are you looking at me like That?” she chuckled drunkenly.

Derek didn't realize that his lustful gaze was showing. He felt his cheeks burn red from embarrassment. He cleared his throat. “because your beautiful”

She blushed and looked away. “your just saying that”

Derek wanted her to know she was beautiful and he wasn't just saying that. He moved closer to her. “no. I mean it. You're so beautiful. I've never told you that before. But I'm gonna tell you now. You're gorgeous…”

She don't know what possessed her, but she placed her hand on his jaw and pressed her lips to his. Derek was absolutely shocked when y/n pressed her lips to his, that she had initiated it first. He pulled away, staring into her eyes. “Mark is stupid for letting something as amazing as you go” Derek whispered, he had been wanting this for so long. Derek immediately placed his hands on her hips and pulled her close to him. He kissed her with all the emotion and longing that had built up inside of him. He wanted her and he was going to get her.

Her lips parted and gently brushed her tongue against his lips, running her fingers through his hair

He kept kissing her deeply as he ran his hands up her torso, towards her neck. Derek couldn't wait to explore every inch of her.

Y/n slowly pulled away, resting her forehead against his as she tried to catch her breath and tried to focus my drunken mind. Now all logic was throwing away, she inched her face closer to his again, nudging her nose against his, hovering her lips over his. She couldn't get enough of the intoxicating scent of his cologne. Her eyes were fixed downward,watching his hands roam the outline of her body.

Derek's hands wrapped around her waist as he pulled her closer to him. They were both losing reason and logic. They were caught up in the moment. Derek felt their warmth building between them and it was turning him on, He wanted more. His hands wandered up her back now and they slowly ran through her hair. The smell of lavender wafted up to his nose and he was lost in her.

Before things could get too far, y/n pressed her hands to his chest, stopping him. “you wanna get out of here?”

Derek quickly nodded. “yeah, let's get out of here”

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

As soon as they got back to the trailer, her lips were back on his, the kiss was messy and rushed. Y/n quickly pushed his jacket off his shoulders as he pushed her backwards towards the kitchen counter. She moaned against his lips, running her fingers through his hair. Getting them lost in his soft, perfect hair.

Derek was absolutely stunned by her boldness. This was the moment he had been longing for all this time. He was ecstatic that she was finally showing him this side of her. He threw his coat to the side with the rest of their stuff and began to kiss her with more passion. His hands roamed from her back down her body, giving her ass a squeeze. He was feeling her up the way he had wanted to since the moment he met her.

He couldn't help but want more. His hands squeezed her butt and his lips kept on exploring hers while he moved her back towards the bed. His body was pushed against hers and he leaned her back. There was no going back now. Y/n fell backwards on his bed, pulling him down with her. She moaned softly, tugging on his hair as his lips and the scruff on his jaw brushed against her neck.

Derek loved her reaction, the moans she let out were sending shivers down his spine. Her touch felt so good on him. Derek could feel her body pressing against his. He was enjoying her just as much as she was enjoying him. He wanted to kiss every inch of her. He finally had the chance to make her his and he wasn't going to let her slip away from him.

“D-derek” she moaned softly.

Derek loved how his name coming from her mouth sounded. Hearing her breathless voice gave him everything he needed to continue on with her. His hands ran up and down her body and his lips traveled across her neck and down to her shoulders. His mouth was finally exploring her body in ways that he had wished he could do for so long. His scruff was rough on her soft skin. His lips were gentle and tender. His touch was so hot and passionate. He loved the way she tasted and smelled, every inch of her was perfect to him.

They were running on nothing but alcohol, bottled up feelings, and passion. Their clothes were gone in seconds and they fell into each other's temptations.

--------(1st pov)--------

The next morning I woke up with a hangover, my head was pounding. I looked around and noticed I was in Derek's bed and not my own. I peaked under the covers and we were both naked. Derek was still asleep, I slowly sat up and grabbed his red shirt from last night and covered my bare chest with it. I sat there processing the whole night, I didn't feel regret or anything, but when something feels so good, how can it not be bad. “Derek, wake up” I said, nudging his naked shoulder.

Derek's eyes slowly opened and he sat up from the bed, stretching and yawning. He turned his head in my direction and he froze when he noticed his shirt covering my chest. His eyes grew wide, but there was a smirk on his face.

“So... Umm…” I looked down shyly. “we umm... Last night, didn't we?” I asked softly.

Derek laid on his back, smirking to himself. “yeah… Yeah we did”

I moved my messy hair out of my face. “we're no better than them,” I mumbled, thinking about Addison and Mark. They slept together, they were in the wrong, but what about us?.

Even if I was right or wrong, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief from last night. The bond we formed last night was undeniable. I had wanted him for so long and we finally had our chance. Mark and Addison may have won the battle, but there was this feeling that we were gonna win the war.

I fell backwards in the bed, laying on my back next to him. I rubbed my face processing everything. I didn't regret it one bit, but I wished it happened at a different time. “God... I just had sex with a married man” I mumbled, covering my face.

He rolled over on his side, facing me. He kissed my shoulder with a smirk on his face. “Separated... I'm not with Addison anymore” he kissed my cheek then looked at me with those pretty blue eyes. “and I gotta say... That was the best sex I ever had…”

I uncovered my face and turned my head towards him, smiling. “Dito”

Derek smiled. “Do you... umm... regret what we did last night?”

“No... Do you?” I asked softly.

Derek shook his head in a no. “I wanted to do that for so long.” he leaned forward and brushed his lips against mine for a soft loving kiss.

Derek pulled me close, kissing me deeply with no regrets between us. My heart fluttered as he kissed me passionately. This feeling was so new to me, but definitely wanted. His hands grabbed my hips and pulled me against his chest. The scruff on his jaw hitting my chin and cheeks. I smirked against his lips and placed my hand on his jaw, feeling the scruff that peppered his jaw. I pulled away from the kiss and rested my forehead against his, I rubbed my thumb over his cheek gently. “like this...” I mumbled, referring to his scruff. When he was with Addison he was always clean shaved. She liked it that way, I didn't matter if he wanted to let it grow.

“You like it?” his eyebrow raised with a smirk on his face.

“Yeah... It's sexy”

When he was with Addison he definitely shaved daily. But he was trying keep his scruff now. He liked the way he looked with a little bit of scruff now. He kissed my cheek slowly. “I'll keep it for you then” he smirked again.

I smiled, pulling him down for another kiss and slowly ran my fingers through his hair. I pulled away from the kiss gently. “we need to get ready for work...”

“yeah... First day” Derek chuckled and kissed my nose before climed out of bed.

~~~~~~~~(few months later)~~~~~~~~

I had to admit Seattle was just a better place to be than new York. No one knew us except Richard Webber, he still didn't know about our relationship and that was okay. As the months went by it was made clear that our firsr night here ment everything. We just fit too well together, even if that sounded cheesy. Being beat friends in the past nothing much changed except we were now kissing, cuddling, and having quickies in the shower.

Mark had tried to call me numerous of times, I hadn't awnsered once. I wasn't ready to talk to him, but I think I was ready to forgive him. I had moved on and was happy with Derek, so there was no reason to hate him. Addison is a different story. I couldn't believe it when she showed up in Seattle.

“Addison... what are you doing here?” Derek asked.

I couldn’t even looked Addison in the eyes. I kept my head down and my anger bottled up.

“you would have know if you had botherd to return any one of my phone calls” Addison turned to me. “or awnsered the phone when Mark calls”

“I have nothing to say to him” I said bitterly.

“of course not, your too busy screwing my husband” Addison shot back.

“that's rich” I snapped back. “you were too busy screwing my boyfriend”

Derek grabed my arm, rubbing it affectionately. He stared at Addison with betrayal and anger. “is there something you need? What are you doing here?”

Addison had a smug look on her face as she looked Derek up and down. I couldn't help but feel territorial, but at the same time insucre. I always thought Addison was prettier than me.

“your hair is different” Addison said, dodging the subject. She went to reach for his hair, but I pushed her hand away. Derek smirked slightly, but it disappeared and he turned back to Addison. “a lot of things are different”

“it's longer” Addison continued. “what's your problem?” I asked annoyed.

“what are you doing here?” Derek asked again.

“Relax, guys, I'm here for work. I'm helming the T.T.T.S. case you guys admitted last week. And after Richard's briefing...” Addison said, rolling her eyes.

“bullshit” I said. I didn't believe a word that came out of this woman's mouth. “I swear to God, if you brought Mark with you...”

“it's cute...” Addison started sarcastically. “That whole wide-eyed "ooh, he's a brain surgeon" act you have going on... It's sweet. Which is what you were going for, right? The anti-Addison”

I shook my head, staring daggers into her. She smirked like she had the upper hand now. I didn't know it was possible to love and hate someone so much. Addison was always like an older sister to me, I looked up to her and wanted to be like her. Not now she betrayed me... But in a sences I betrayed her too.

“let's go” Derek said in a hard tone and grabed my hand. I looked into Addison's eyes and showed her nothing but hurt as Derek pulled me away.

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

“why is she back!?” I yelled at Derek.

“I don't know! Why are you yelling at me?” Derek snapped back as he paced back and forth in his trailer. I don't know why we were taking this out on each other, it hurt we resorted to this.

“I don't know!” I sighed and sat down on his bed, rubbing my face in frustration. I think we weren't yelling at each other, just yelling in general. We were both frustrated.

Derek sighed and gave me a gental expression. “you know her coming here means nothing, right?”

I looked up at him, I trusted him but I just had to ask. “nothing between us changes?”

His blue eyes stared into my soul. I loved his eyes, I could just drown in them. “nothing changes... Hell, I'll devorce her”

He held his hand out to me and I took it. “I promise” he said softly and knelt infront me where I was setting so we were eye level. “we're not gonna lose each other... Not again”

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

Then Mark came back...

Unlike when Addison showed up, I was just hurt to see him. I hadn't thought about him since me and derek started dating, but when I saw his face all that hurt and betrayal came rushing back.

The first time he visited Seattle he was on the ground and thanks to Derek I was the one that had to stich him him up. Richard sent me and Mark to the ER and Richard was chewing Derek out for the punch. That's when Richard found out about Addison and Mark's affair.

“you look amazing” Mark said as I got out the supplies to stich up his cheek. I ignored him as I tried to keep my anger and disappointment bottled up.

I cleared my throat and placed a towel on his shoulder and tried to get a decent angle to stich his cheek.

“here” Mark mumbled and to my dismay he pulled me in between by my hips so I could be closer. “thats better” he smirked.

I sighed and dropped the tweezers. “you think your funny?”

“I think I'm adorable” he smirked. I rolled my eyes and stiched up the gash. I sighed using the technique mark taught me long ago.

“I missed you... I really do” he said as I placed a bandaged on. I tried to stay silent but Mark wasn't having it. “will you please say something?”

I slammed the tweezers on the tray with a loud clink then turned towrds Mark. “What do you want me to say? I don't want you here and and sure as hell don't want Addison here”

Mark looked down staying silent. “I'm sorry”

I rolled my eyes tired of his sorrys. I did miss him and hell I unfortunately still cared for him, but every time I looked at him all I can think of is him in bed with Addison.

I gulped and looked at him as I felt the tears form. “I'll see ya around Mark”

“bye...” he said barly above a whisper.

--------(3rd pov)--------

Mark and Addison from a far, confused on what they were seeing. They just couldn't understand how fast y/n and derek fell for each other. Addison scolded herself for not seeing the signs earlier, but when she looks back she could see the way Derek looked at y/n.

“Derek never looked at me the way he looks at here” Addison said in a monotone voice.

Mark crossed his arms, staring at the new couple. He feeling so many different things it confused him. He wanted to fix his friendship with Derek, but everytime he saw his arm around y/n he just wanted to break it. Then on the other hand his heart broke seeing y/n smile and derek and not him, but he loved her enough to feel some sorta relief he didn't totally break her and she was happy.

“y/n looked at me like that... Every day we we're together” Mark said. “and I screwed it up big time”

Addison glanced at him, part of her felt fear Mark regreted being with her. It ment she lost two men she loved. She felt selfish for feeling like that, not only did she lose a husband she lost her closest female friend. This whole situation was a mess and she knew it.

Mark glanced at her, his blue eyes showing nothing but pain. “if I could turn back time I would in a heart beat”

Mark still loved her, but he loved her enough to let her go. At least he knew he could trust Derek not to hurt her. “let go of your pride addie, if you think Derek will leave n/n your crazy”

Addison raised an eyebrow at him, like she thought he was some kinda hypocrite. “well, y/n isn't leaving Derek for you”

“yeah... And I just need to learn to deal with that” Mark sighed, giving y/n and derek one last glance before leaving.

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formulamar · 8 months ago

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she’s a ferrari - part 4

charles leclerc x yn!ferrari reader

fc: Addison Rae

summary: as a child, the great-grand daughter of Enzo Ferrari used to spend her weekends hanging around the paddock. but once she went off to university her appearances became rare. what happens when she starts working for Ferrari? and... one of the drivers steals her heart.

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The dream continues for Charles Leclerc in RED.

Leclerc and Ferrari have extended their contract.

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goldenempyrean · 9 months ago

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I'm Better With You

〚 Notes - First Addison fic so I'm just testing the waters here, Ill likely write for her in the future so feel free to send requests for her :)〛

〚 Pairing - Addison Montgomery x Reader 〛

〚 Summary - You find Addison sitting in the rain after a rough surgery. You take it upon yourself to make sure she's cared for 〛

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“What on earth are doing standing out here in the rain like that?” The sound of your shocked voice made Addison jump out of her thoughts from the bench she had been sitting on. A bench was completely unsheltered for the pouring Seattle rain. “You’re completely and utterly soaked! You’ve gotta get back inside and dry off.”

Addison blinked up at you through the mist of rain dripping from her soaked red hair, a distant look in her eyes. "I needed some air.” She mumbled weakly, her eyes not quite meeting your own.

You shook your head softly, taking off your coat and pulled it over her shoulders, “There’s getting air and then there’s sitting in a downpour. You’ll catch your death out here.” Your hand reached down to hers and gently tugged, letting her know it was time to get up, “Come back inside.”

Addison seemed to hesitate for a short second as your hand tugged gently at hers, her body shivering as the cold rain continued to soak through her clothes. For a moment, it seemed like she might refuse, but then her shoulders slumped, and she finally let herself be pulled to her feet.

“I wasn’t thinking properly.” She murmured, voice low as the two of you stood in the doorway, the heat from inside the building seeped out and she already felt a little warmer. “I just.. I needed to get out of there.” 

You couldn’t stop your face switching from one of concern to sympathy. You’d heard from an intern that she’d been in the OR for the last few hours and if her demeanour was anything to go by, it hadn’t gone well, “It’s okay, just breathe. You’re okay but next time you need to get some fresh air, maybe try a beneath a shelter?”

You reached up to reposition your coat which had slipped off her shoulders a little, “Or were you purposely going for the ‘recently drowned’ look?” The joke made her smile a little, a small smile but a smile nonetheless and you took the chance to kiss her cheek before taking her back inside.

Once inside, Addison finally realised how cold she actually was. Shivers ran over her arms as goosebumps rippled over her skin. She pulled your coat on tighter as she mumbled, “Thanks for bringing me in.”

“You don’t have to thank me Addie,” You smiled and ran your hand through her soaked hair, “Do you have anymore things you need to do today? I finish in an hour then we can both head home and cosy up?” You offered, knowing what Addison needed after days like this was a hot bath, some good food and cuddles.

Her eyes flicked up to meet yours for a brief second before she nodded, though she didn’t say anything right away. She looked drained, her usual composed expression cracked around the edges. She sighed and let her shoulders slump before finally speaking, “Home sounds good, I’m done for today.” 

“I thought so, I’ll be out by 7 at the very latest. I’ll meet you back home?” 

You watched with a small, sympathetic frown as you watch Addison shuffle towards her office. She looked exhausted, you knew how taxing a long surgery could be but you know how crushing it was to spend hours in the OR only for it to end badly. Addison especially was one to feel the loss personally, she’d never show it to anyone. 

Addison always held herself to impossibly high standards, and when something went wrong, she shouldered the blame alone. She’d put on a brave face and comfort others while simultaneously desperately trying to hold herself together just long enough until she was finally alone. Then she’d let it all out - feeling guilty for what went wrong, running the situation again and again in her head in an attempt to see if she could’ve done something more. 

The rest of your shift seemed to drag, as if time itself was crawling forward with no regard for how desperately you wanted to get home. Final rounds felt like they took more time, the corridors seemed longer somehow and the hands of the clock refused to move. You knew it was all in your head but that didn’t make it any better. 

Eventually though, the seconds ticked by and it was finally time for you to leave. No time was wasted as you gathered your stuff and headed out the doors. You’d decided it would be worth changing out of your scrubs before you left but you had forgotten to get your coat back off Addie and only had a thin jacket to keep your warm. It was still raining, a little heavier and you jogged beneath the dark clouds to your car. Luckily you didn’t get too wet, just enough to dampen your clothes and hair.

Thankfully the drive home wasn’t too long. The rhythmic pattering on rain on the metal roof provided a nice background as you drove through the streets. There was a little traffic, nothing terrible and you were soon pulling into your driveway.

As you parked up, the rain fell down in relentless sheets, you dreaded stepping out into it but the knowledge you’d be welcomed to the feeling of warmth and your wife was amazing. A sudden bright flash caught your attentive followed by a loud, angry clap of thunder, “Oh great.” You found yourself mumbling and made a mental note to bring the bins in. Last time there’d been a storm you had to go on a 15-minute search to try and find your wheelie bins which had been blown away.

“No point delaying the inevitable.” You said to yourself, and swung the car door open. Instantly you were battered with rain and grimaced as you ran to grab the bins from the end of the drive and dragged them up to be sheltered beside your porch. The relief that washed over you as you felt the pouring rain ease off as you stepped beneath the roof was amazing. You were definitely going to need a shower later but first...

“Hey I’m home.” Your voice called out into the house as you stepped inside, you shook off the rain and left your wet shoes at the door. You shrugged out of your wet jacket, letting it hang on the hook near the door, and called out again, "Addie?"

The house was still quiet, the subtle hum of the heating was the only thing keeping it from silence. You hummed softly to yourself as you headed further inside. You glanced up towards the living room and felt your shoulders relax as flickering lights reflecting from inside. The soft glow of an orange lamp made you feel a little better as you rounded the corner and looked around. You could recognise those red curls anywhere. Addison was currently curled up on the sofa and it wasn’t until you got closer that you realised, she still had your coat draped over her. Her hair was still damp but not as soaked as earlier and you could see that she was staring blankly at the television, though it didn’t seem like she was actually watching anything.

“Hey, you,” You murmured softly as you knelt down to be at her level, running your hand gently through her hair. She was a little colder than you would’ve liked and now that you looked closely, her skin was still dappled with goosebumps.

Addison blinked slowly as if emerging from a fog, her red-rimmed eyes finally meeting yours. Her lips curved into a small, weak smile, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. "You're home," she said, her voice hoarse, as though she’d been on the verge of tears or had already shed them when she thought no one would see.

You smiled softly and came to sit beside her, warmth pooling in your stomach when she sat up and leant her body against you, the coat falling to the floor as she moved, “Yes, I’m home and you, my love, are freezing.” You mumbled as she involuntarily shivered, “What do you say to having a nice warm bath? I’ll run it all nice for you, I’ll even let you use my bubble bath.”

She leaned into your further before taking a deep breath and exhaling with a small sigh, “A bath sounds nice.” She sniffled quietly after a moment, nodding as you helped her to sit up again.

“Come on then darling.” Your hand extended to take her own as you gently pulled her to her feet. She shuffled close beneath you as you nudged her in the direction of the bathroom, you heard her yawn widely and excused herself quietly as she followed you which made a small smile tug at the corners of your lips. She was always adorable when she was tired.

Once inside the bathroom, you turned on the faucet, letting the water run until it was the perfect temperature. You added a generous amount of your favourite bubble bath (it smelled of strawberries) watching as the cloudy-like suds began to bubble up. Addison had been sitting in your bedroom as you got everything ready. As you put a fluffy, dark grey towel onto the heated rack, you heard the sound of small footsteps behind you. Looking in the mirror, you could see Addison hovering at the doorframe, a pair of your plaid pyjamas' in her hands.

You chuckled quietly and turned around to meet her eyes, “You stealing from me now, is that what this is?” You smiled and expected her to give a small chuckle in return but what you didn’t expect was for her face to crumble up, her bottom lip quivering as tears began to spill from her eyes. Small tears turned to sobs within moments and your eyes were wide with guilt as she broke.

“Baby- no- I'm so sorry-” Your apology began spilling from your lips as you rushed to comfort her, pulling her into a hug as she sobbed into your hold, “I didn’t mean to upset you love, I’m so sorry.” You rambled as you tried to console her, unsure if it was actually you that pushed her over the edge of the events from the day finally breaking her down.

“I’m sorry,” Addison choked out between sobs, her fingers clutching your shirt as if you might disappear if she let go. “I didn’t mean to... I didn’t... I just—”

“Shh, it’s okay, you don’t have to apologize.” You rocked her gently, holding her tighter. “You’ve been through a lot today. You don’t have to hold it together all the time, Addie.”

She continued to cry, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she tried to get the words out. “I... I tried so hard... hours... we were so close... but—” She didn’t need to finish the sentence. You knew what she meant.

The two of you held each other on the floor of your bathroom for almost half an hour, no words were spoken apart from the occasional shushing along with occasional hiccups and Addison tried to catch her breath. Once she’d seemed to be a little more stable you spoke up.

“Addie, listen to me,” You spoke gently, pulling back just enough to tilt her chin up so she was looking at you. Her eyes were swollen, red from crying, and her bottom lip trembled. “You gave it everything. There’s nothing more you could’ve done. You’re human. Sometimes... sometimes we lose people, and it’s not fair, but that doesn’t mean it’s your fault.”

She looked at you, her expression broken, and for a moment, you thought she might argue, but instead, she let out another shaky breath and buried her face in your chest again. You could feel her body gradually relaxing in your arms, the storm of emotions slowly subsiding, but the exhaustion was evident. She’d already been tired to begin with and this had taken away any reserves of energy she had.

"Let’s get you in the bath, okay?" You suggested gently after a few minutes, rubbing her back as her sobs turned to quiet sniffles.

She nodded, wiping her eyes as she cleared her throat, “You too?” Her voice was quiet but hopeful as she looked at you and then towards the water. It was clear what she wanted and you couldn’t hold back a small smile as you agreed.

“Of course my love, let me just grab a towel.”

When you returned, Addison let you get in first. The warm water felt amazing on every part of your body. You hadn’t really registered how tired you were yourself until then, too busy focusing on your wife and how she was. The bubbles made the room smell amazing and you breathed deeply as Addison slowly climbed in. Her body relaxed against yours, her head falling back to rest on your chest as your arms came to wrap around her. You couldn’t resist planting a small kiss to her red hair as she thanked you for getting everything ready for her.

After washing her hair and body, the minutes flowed by, you felt her relaxing more and more. Her previously tense shoulders dropped as she allowed the water to surround her, the burdens of the day slowly melting away as she let her eyes occasionally flutter closed. It wasn’t until she closed them and didn’t open them for several minutes that you decided it would be probably best to get out. The water had started to cool anyway and was better to get out now rather than risk her becoming cold again.

“You think its time to get out now, hm?” You nudged her gently to stir her awake from whatever day-dream she’d been in, “We’ll get you into those pj’s and I’ll make us some dinner, yeah?”

“Dinner sounds good.”

After helping Addison out of the bath, you wrapped her in the soft, fluffy towel, making sure to dry her off gently. Her skin was warm now, a marked improvement from earlier, though you could still see the weariness in her eyes. She took the pyjamas from earlier and held them out to you, offering them back. You took them from her hands and smiled at her, silently handing them back to her with a gentle nudge. She slipped them on and looked completely and utterly adorable.

Once she was dressed, you handed her a brush, offering to untangle the wet knots in her hair. Addison nodded silently and turned, her back to you as she sat on the bed while you carefully worked through the red strands. The rhythmic strokes of the brush seemed to calm her. You took your time, letting her find peace in the simple, repetitive motion.

“What are you in the mood to eat baby?” Setting the brush aside, you leaned down to kiss the top of her forehead.

She hummed quietly, thinking for a moment, “Pasta?” The redhead asked hopefully after a moment, “The one you make with that really good sauce.”

You knew exactly which she meant. “Pasta it is then. Are you going to just relax in here for a bit or come back and sit in the living room?”

She sniffled, and cleared her throat as she followed you into the kitchen, instead of heading to the living room like you’d presumed she would, instead she followed you into the kitchen. She shuffled herself onto one of the small stools tucked into the island and watched you curiously as you began to take out ingredients for your pasta sauce.

“Live cooking show?” You questioned with a smile, filling a pan of water and setting it to boil. You’d cooked the recipe hundreds of times. First you salted the pasta water and added a generous helping of fusilli. It was the best pasta for the recipe, not to mention your favourite.

Addison continued to watch as you cooked, shuffling occasionally as she trying to get a better view of what you were doing. Addie wasn’t a bad cook herself, though she tended to lean more towards making sweet treats and cakes rather than hearty meals. Still, it was a passion you both shared and it wasn’t unusual to see the two of you cooking together. It was something which brought you closer and you cherished the time together.

It was why you’d been able to slowly notice Addie becoming less and less engaged as time grew on. Her eyes were occasionally dropping closed and her posture seemed to slump. “Nearly done love.” You commented as she crossed her arms and fought back a shiver, “You getting cold again?” You sighed softly as you turned the simmering sauce down to a low heat.

She shrugged, “A little.”

You hummed and set the spoon you’d being using to periodically stir before you chuckled, "If I come back to my kitchen burning down, you’re taking the blame.” Before quickly heading to the bedroom, grabbing your fluffy blue robe which had been hanging on the door and jogged back to her.

“Here, darling,” You smiled, handing it out to her which she gratefully pulled it around her shoulders, sinking into the warm fabric. It was a good robe, heavy and comforting and she continued to wear it as you finished plating up your pasta.

It was delicious and hit the spot Addison twirled a forkful of fusilli, taking small bites in silence. She still looked worn, her eyes tired, but she stilled managed to eat the majority of it before she smiled gratefully and pushed her plate forward.

“Thank you love.” She murmured as you took her plate and put it in the sink. Addison was a firm believer in “I cook, you clean” but you weren’t having any of it, insisting it was completely fine and you would take care of all the mess. You’d already done the majority of it, making an effort to clean up as you went along, all there was left was the dishes.

There was no time wasted as you quickly cleaned up. Wiping down the surfaces and putting away the freshly washed dishes. Addison remained seated; her eyes heavy with exhaustion but following your every motion with a quiet appreciation. Every now and then, she sipped from her glass of water, her body curled up inside your fluffy robe.

When you finally finished, you turned to her with a warm smile, walking over to press a soft kiss to her forehead. "All done, love. Now, I think it’s time we head to bed."

She didn’t object and the pair of you headed back to the bedroom, crawling under the soft sheets and getting snuggled without each other's arms. Her body pressed against yours. It didn’t take long for her breathing to even out as she got comfortable within your hold, her red hair was still a little damp but you didn’t have the heart to wake her up just for the sake of drying it properly.

Eventually you couldn’t avoid the pull of sleep for much longer, you let your mind wander off as you drifted into a soft, much welcomed sleep.

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If only the two of you could’ve stayed asleep forever, curled up in a peaceful trance. Unfortunately your morning alarm had other ideas and blared off into the silent room, shaking the pair of you out of your slumber.

You groaned quietly as you rolled over, whacking you hand at the loud, beeping phone on your nightstand in an attempt to quell its yelling. It didn’t work, instead you just ended up slapping your hand on the wooden table. You groaned again. Sitting up properly this time, you turned off the alarm and swung your legs over the side of the bed.

Padding into the bathroom, you splashed some water on your face, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you thought back to the night before. Noticing the unusual silence from your wife, you leaned back to look into the room, shaking your head fondly when she saw she was still curled up beneath the sheets. Her red hair poking out from within.

There was no harm in letting her sleep in a little longer. You always liked to set your alarms 15 minutes earlier than necessary to give yourself some extra leeway in the mornings. However, even after you’d brushed your teeth, tied back your hair and done some light makeup, there was still no sign of Addison getting herself up.

You sighed softly and finished up in the bathroom before coming back and kneeling at the side of the bed. She had her head buried in a pillow. You smiled to yourself, enjoying the sight for a moment. With a gentle touch, you reached to stray red curls from her forehead before gently shaking her shoulder. "Addie, time to wake up," You murmured quietly as she stirred.

She let out a quiet groan, burying her face deeper into the pillow. "Five more minutes..." she mumbled, you were expecting her usual slightly thicker morning voice, maybe even her grumpy voice. However instead what you heard was congested and thick. A sick Addie voice.

"Addie," You repeated, your brows furrowing a little as you heard her voice, "Oh , you don’t sound great, baby. You okay?”

She sniffled and nodded, “I’m fine.”

“You dont sound-”

“I said I’m fine Y/N.”

Her stubbornness was nothing new, especially when it came to work. Addison had always been driven—almost to a fault. It was one of the things you loved about her, but right now, it was frustrating. She shifted under the covers, sitting up slowly, wincing as she did. You could see the exhaustion weighing on her, dark circles under her eyes. Honestly you shouldn’t had been so surprised she woke up like this. She’d been thoroughly soaked yesterday, completely sending her body temperature out of whack. She’d never reacted well to changes like that and her defences were down, of course she’d been an easy victim for the first bug to come her way.

She was moving slower than usual, clearly feeling the effects of whatever was working its way through her body. You didn't even need to press a hand to her forehead to know she was running a slight fever; the pale tint to her cheeks, the slight sheen of sweat on her skin, and the way she kept sniffling were all clear signs.

“Addie, love, you can just get back in bed sweetheart.” You murmured, following behind as she headed into the bathroom, “I’ll tell work that you’re out of commission for today. They’ll understand.”

She gave you a pointed look and closed the bathroom door. Well. Clearly getting back into bed was out of the question. There wasn’t much you could do right now apart from getting yourself ready, you’d try again once she was finished in the bathroom.

Getting dressed; you had been pulling on your shirt when you heard her sneeze three times in moderately quick succession. You couldn’t help but shake your head sympathetically. Usually, Addie would change into her scrubs at work like you did so you set out a relatively cosy outfit for her to wear, setting the folded clothes on the end of the bed.

You were just gathering up your things when Addison emerged from the bathroom looking just as pale as before, with a slight flush to her cheeks that matched the pallor of her hair. She’d wrapped her hair into a messy bun, though some strands had already fallen loose, and her eyes were puffy from congestion.

She eyed the clothes you’d set out for her, biting the bottom her lip before picking them up and beginning to change. Addison could feel your eyes watching her as she changed, not in the flirty way she’d prefer but in the worried, concerned way she’d rather ignore.

The silent tension got the better of her however and the redhead shot you a look, part stubbornness, part exhaustion. “I’ll be fine, Y/N,” She mumbled through her hoarse voice. She sniffled damply, rubbing at her nose as she grabbed her work bag. “I can’t just stay home. I’ve got back-to-back surgeries and I’m meant to be on call tonight.”

“Someone can always cover you.” You murmured in return but you knew it would hardly convince her. There was no point trying to change her mind, it would only end with her getting frustrated and that was the last thing you wanted.

She’d turned away your offer of breakfast but you’d manage to talk her into at least taking a smoothie with her. By the time you’d poured it into her cup it was time to set off so pushing aside your reluctance, you offered to drive her there. The idea of letting a very likely feverish Addie behind the wheel of a 2-tonne vehicle wasn’t overly appealing.

The storm hadn’t relented much overnight, the sky was dark and overcast, rain drizzling down as you drove to work. You occasionally stole quick glances at your wife in the passenger seat, she was slumped in her seat a little and staring out the window. You were 99% sure she was leaning her forehead against it. The sound of Addison shuffling in her seat caught your attention, your eyes cast over in time to watch as she rubbed at her nose, her expression shifting whatever itch she was trying to stave off failed and moments later she was stifling a sneeze against the back of her hand.

“Bless you, Bless you,” You repeated when she repeated the action a few seconds later, only this time she didn’t stifle and let out a small satisfied sound afterwards, “There’s tissues in my bag if you need them.”

But she simply shook her head and sniffled quietly before letting her head return to its prior position against the cool glass, “I’m fine, thank you.”

You gave her a sideways glance, but didn't push the issue. When you finally pulled up to the hospital, Addison shifted, unbuckling her seatbelt slowly. You could see the way she winced as she moved, a grimace crossing her face as she grabbed her bag. You wanted to tell her one more time to reconsider—maybe just take the morning off, at least—but before you could speak, she leaned over and kissed your cheek, her lips warm against your skin.

“I’ll see you later love,” She whispered, her voice already sounding strained, you couldn’t imagine what a day of talking would do to it.

You nodded, biting back your protests. “Please take it easy, Addie. And if you need me, call, okay?”

She shut the car door and headed inside – luckily she’d brought a coat this time. When the door closed, you took a moment to gather yourself and let out a deep sigh. Of course you loved Addison, she was just too stubborn for her own good sometimes. She knew it herself and while she made improvements from the past, it was still something she had to work on.

Grabbing your bag, you headed inside, jogging beneath the room and relishing in the warmth of the hospital as you stepped through the entrance. Changing into your scrubs only took a few minutes and you were finally ready to start your day. It wasn’t exactly easy to focus on your work when you knew for a fact your wife was somewhere in that same hospital feeling miserable and ill but you had to push the thought to the back of your mind as you began doing rounds.

Every so often you’d try and grab one of the interns she usually had following her round but they seemed to be avoiding you today, always running from one place to the next, looking more stressed out than usual.

The day hadn’t been too eventful. Originally you weren’t meant to have surgery today but after someone came in with emergency appendicitis, you found yourself in the OR for a few hours - having to correct a clumsy interns mistake. By the time you’d finished, it was already past your shared lunch hour which meant you weren’t able to meet your wife as you usually did, an act (which even though you knew you shouldn’t) made you feel a little guilty.

You’d had no word from the redhead since she started and it had worried you a little. The first place you checked was her office but you only saw her bag sitting on the desk with no sign she’d been here much today. There was no sign on her in the OR for the afternoon so when Karev had passed you in the corridor, you pulled him aside, “Have you seen Addison lately? I checked the board and she’s not in surgery.”

He shifted a little uncomfortably and crossed his arms, causing you to change your stance and raise an eyebrow, “Alex, I already know she’s ill. I just want to check on her.” Your voice was soft, revealing a little vulnerability. Luckily this seemed to have worked as he sighed and pointed down the corridor.

“Last time I saw she was coughing and spluttering over a water fountain.” He shook his head disapprovingly, “I’m presuming you couldn’t convince her to stay home?”

You matched his gesture, “You know what she’s like.” He agreed and you thanked him for the information before heading in the general direction he pointed you in, of course she was not still by the fountain. You’d just been about to page her when your ears pricked up as you heard the sound of a rough muffled cough. Turning around you made a confused face as you saw there was no-one else in the corridor. Humming, you looked towards the linen closet a few feet away.

Supposing there was nothing to lose, you walked over and pushed the door open, light flooding into the dark room. You didn’t see anything at first but squinting, you could make out the vague shape of someone of the back of the closet. Switching on the small light, your heart dropped to your knees as you saw those recognisable red curls. Addison was slumped on the floor, her fever-flushed face resting against the rack of sheets.

“Oh sweetheart,” You murmured in the smallest voice as you closed the door, locking it before kneeling at her side. Raising a hand to her forehead, you brushed away damp strands of hair. Beads of sweat were lining her brow and you sighed as you recognised the undeniable heat of a high fever radiating from her skin.

It was hard to believe she had been trying to power through her shift like this. Brushing her hair back again, you gently squeezed her shoulder. "Addie, hey sweetie," You murmured softly, trying not to startle her, “Wake up for me beautiful girl.”

She stirred sluggishly, blinking up at you with glassy eyes. "Mhh?” She mumbled something you couldn’t quite work out and sniffled thickly, hardly having time to wake up before she ducked into her arm with a damp sneeze. It sounded harsh and obviously hurt from the way she winced afterwards.

After murmuring a bless you and handing her a tissue from the packet you’d slipped into your pocket, you asked, “What are you doing napping in a linen closet baby?” You knew that she could have easily slipped into an on-call room and slept there so it wasn’t hard to work out that her linen-closet nap wasn’t intentional.

Addison accepted the tissue and rubbed it beneath her red tinged nose, sniffling as she tried to sit up a little, her head still spinning as she blinked against the overhead light. “I just... got dizzy. I needed to sit down for a moment.” It was clear she was out of it, her answer sounding more like a question as she spoke and a few moments later, you were rubbing her back in worriedly as she racked forward with a horrible, harsh cough.

“You sound terrible baby.”

She shook her head weakly, clearly trying to muster some strength but failing miserably. "It’s not that bad. She tried to insist. her voice cracking before she broke into another round of painful-sounding coughs. You winced just hearing it.

“That’s new,” You murmured, concern and worry seeping into your words, “How long have you been coughing like that sweetheart?”

She seemed to think for a moment and sniffled thickly, coughing again before mumbling “Just a few hours.” Your wife cleared her throat with an agitated sound and let her head fall back against the rack making you bite your lip with worry.

Without another word, you quickly stood up and grabbed the small digital thermometer from your coat pocket. It wasn’t something you normally carried, but with flu season hitting hard, it had become a necessity around the hospital. Kneeling back beside her, you pressed it against her temple.

Addison closed her eyes, too exhausted to protest. After a few moments, the thermometer beeped, and your stomach dropped as you read the number.

“Poor girl, you’re nowhere near well enough to be here. Come on, we’re going home.” Your tone held no room for arguments and well, Addie didn’t really have the energy to be stubborn anymore. She felt too terrible and all she really wanted to do now was to go home and crawl back into bed where she should’ve stayed to begin with.

Finally, Addison nodded and you wrapped your arm around her waist as you helped her up off the floor. She stumbled and swayed a little so you kept your hold tight as you got her out of the closet, “You still dizzy?” She nodded and walked slowly, the both of you taking your time as you headed down the corridor. Stopping off at her office, you grabbed her bags and coat, wrapping it around her before quickly jogging to your office to grab your things. Changing could wait. All that was important now was getting her home

You pulled out your phone and sent a quick text to the chief explaining the situation, knowing he’d be sympathic. You slipped your phone back into your pocket, your focus fully returning to Addison. Her breathing was shallow, and every step seemed like an effort, but she leaned into you, grateful for your support. Her body trembled slightly, whether from the fever or exhaustion, you couldn’t be sure. What mattered most now was getting her home, out of the fluorescent hospital lights and away from the sterile walls that she'd been pushing herself to work within for far too long.

Before long, you were helping Addison back into your car, putting your bags on the backseat before closing the passenger seat down. She was coughing when you slipped into the passenger seat and you instantly reached across to rub her back. She cleared her throat and looked over at you.

“Thanks for taking care of me.” Her voice sounded so hoarse but you knew exactly what she was saying regardless, “I know I should’ve come home sooner. I’m sorry.”

You smiled, shushing her softly, “You don’t need to apologise, we’re going home now that’s all that matters. We’ll have you feeling better soon, okay?”

“I love you.”

“Love you too sweetheart.”

As the pair of you drove home, you could see Addison begin to drop off as her head periodically bobbed forwards, her eyes beginning to close on their own accord.

It wasn’t long before she had fully given into her exhaustion. You couldn’t help but feel relieved now that Addison was finally safely nestled in your passenger seat, her exhausted body leaning fully against the door as she slept against the window, her mouth open a little as small, stuffy snores rose from her. She’d definitely be out of work for the next few days, likely the week so you made a mental note to call at the pharmacy on your way home. It wouldn’t be long before you got her home, ready to tuck her up into bed and dote on her every need.

Yes, you’d taken care of her last night and you were more than happy to do it all again.

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Vending Machine Coffee - Addison Montgomery x Reader (Grey's Anatomy)

a/n: i promise one day i will manage to publish maybe even a whole week of fics that don't feature a hospital in any way (this is a lie i am sure of it)

summary: At first, it’s just a hallway, a vending machine, and two doctors out of place. But late-night coffees turn into quiet rituals, and shared silences grow into something deeper.

Now, the vending machine coffee is still terrible but it’s yours. What started as a way to feel less alone becomes the beginning of something real.

Part of the May Prompts: Day Four, vending machine coffee

You see her long before you know her. Her long coat fluttering, heels tapping a steady rhythm on the linoleum of Grey Sloan’s west hallway. She’s elegance in motion, head held high, hair pulled back in a style that says she doesn’t need approval. You try not to stare. You fail.

Later that night, you find her again, alone, oddly out of place. Her blazer is draped over one shoulder, hair looser now, strands slipping from their careful arrangement. She stands in front of the vending machine like it’s a philosophical puzzle. A brow furrowed. A hand hovering.

You walk up beside her, cup of cheap coffee already in your hand. “Tough choice?” you ask.

She huffs a quiet laugh, not looking at you. “I don’t drink this stuff. I just stand here and pretend I don’t feel out of place.”

There’s something about her voice, smooth, a little tired. The kind of tired that’s lived a thousand lives and doesn’t quite know where it belongs anymore.

You glance at the machine, then at her. “Well, I do drink this stuff,” you say, nudging a crumpled dollar into the slot. “So let’s be out of place together.”

She turns to look at you properly this time. Eyes sharp, amused, measuring. You wonder how many people she’s intimidated with that look. It only makes you smile more.

“I’m Addison,” she says, accepting the paper cup you hand her like it’s a peace offering.

You nod. “I know.”

And that’s how it starts.

It’s unassuming. It's a shared moment in the dull hum of the hospital night shift. But it becomes a rhythm. Every evening, like clockwork, one or both of you ends up at the vending machine. Sometimes there’s coffee. Sometimes just conversation. Sometimes just silence.

She tells you about New York once, in a passing breath. You tell her about your first solo surgery, how your hands shook so hard you thought you might faint. She laughs, then admits she threw up before hers. You both pretend it’s funny.

The thing is is that she’s brilliant. Everyone says so. But she also looks at people like she’s waiting for them to disappoint her. Except with you, sometimes, her guard falters. You see it in the way she tucks her hair behind her ear when you talk. The way she leans in, just a little too close, when she laughs.

You don’t ask for more than this, more than these stolen moments, this quiet routine. But every time she shows up beside you, pretending to agonise over whether to get black coffee or hot chocolate, you feel something shifting in your chest.

You’ve stopped pretending you don’t look for her in every room.

She hasn’t noticed.

But she will.

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Addison’s only supposed to be at Grey Sloan for a few weeks. A consult here, a surgery there. Help out with some OB-GYN cases, offer her expertise, then disappear in a flash of designer heels and enviable confidence.

But she doesn’t leave.

Not after two weeks. Not after three. She extends her stay, citing unfinished cases and 'teaching opportunities', but you’re not entirely sure it’s about the cases anymore.

She starts shadowing your surgeries, curious, insightful, always one step ahead. She asks questions in scrub caps and surgical masks, her voice smooth and controlled through the OR noise. At night, she finds you at the vending machine. Like always.

She doesn’t always drink the coffee. She still pretends to think about it every time.

One night, you're both leaning against the wall beside the machine, steam curling from your cup, silence stretched between you. It’s not awkward. With Addison, it never is. She has a way of filling silences without saying anything at all.

You break it anyway. “So, how long are you staying now?”

She shrugs. “A little longer.”

“Because of the groundbreaking surgical techniques? Or the vending machine company?” You joke, but there is vulnerability in your question. A question where you only really want one answer.

That earns you a rare, soft laugh, one of the good ones, the kind that escapes before she can catch it. “It’s definitely the vending machine,” she says, smiling down into her cup. “You’re part of the charm.”

It’s easier after that. She opens up in bits and pieces. She talks about New York more. About old friends, old mistakes. About how she never meant to end up here but somehow, it doesn’t feel so bad.

Then, one night, the conversation shifts.

It starts with a patient. A complicated labour. A healthy baby in the end, but only after hours of uncertainty. You’re both drained, leaning against the vending machine like it might hold you up if the walls don't.

“I was married once,” she says suddenly.

You glance over. Her expression is unreadable.

“Twice, actually,” she adds. “And yet I’ve never been in the right place at the right time.”

You say nothing at first. The hallway is quiet. You sip your coffee and try not to sound like you’re about to say something reckless.

“Maybe this is the right time,” you say finally, quietly.

She doesn’t look at you. She stares ahead, at the rows of candy bars and drinks, like they might offer her an answer.

When she speaks again, her voice is smaller. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”

“I think I do.”

She goes silent then. Doesn’t say goodbye when she leaves. Just nods once and disappears down the hall.

You’re left standing beside the hum of the machine, your coffee going cold in your hand. Unsure if you have completely wrecked a good thing.

But she comes back the next night.

Of course she does.

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You know the moment the case goes sideways. You feel it in the pit of your stomach, that sick, heavy twist that only comes when everything starts slipping through your fingers.

A young mother. Complications. A baby born too soon. A decision made in seconds, and still not fast enough.

Addison had been running point. Cool, confident, precise.

Until she wasn’t.

Now, the room is quiet. The baby in NICU. The mother stable, but not safe. There’s no celebration. Just the lingering question... could we have done more?

You don’t see her for hours after. Not until you wander the hospital halls in the low glow of night, half-wild with worry, until you find her.

She’s in the on-call room. Curled on the cot like she’s trying to disappear into the wall. Her heels are kicked off. Her coat is crumpled in the corner. Her face is turned away, but you see the outline of her profile, too still, too quiet.

You don’t say her name. Just ease the door shut and sit on the edge of the cot beside her.

A long moment passes. Then, softly, she says, “She was twenty-three.”

You nod. You remember.

“She looked at me like I could save her,” Addison whispers, voice cracking on the edges. “Like I was magic. And I couldn’t do anything.”

You shake your head, gently. “You did everything.”

“It wasn’t enough.”

You reach for her hand, not expecting her to take it. But she does. Clings to it. Her fingers are cold.

For a long while, neither of you says anything. Some colleague's footsteps patter past. The wind rustles. Somewhere down the hall, a monitor beeps.

When she finally moves, it’s only to sit up. To press her palms to her eyes, like she can erase the day by sheer force of will.

You don’t offer empty comfort. Addison Montgomery doesn’t want soft words that lie. She wants truth. So you give her yours.

“You’re allowed to fall apart.”

She exhales, shaky. “I don’t know how to. Not in a way that makes sense.”

Later, much later, you find her standing at the vending machine again. Same old dance, hands on her hips, eyes scanning the rows of junk food she’ll never buy.

You approach quietly, coffee in hand. You don’t say anything. Just stand beside her, shoulder to shoulder, like always.

She turns to you. And for the first time, she looks… tired. Real. Not the woman who owns the room, but the one still fighting to believe she deserves to be in it.

She takes the cup from your hand. Doesn’t drink it. Just lets her fingers close around yours where they meet at the paper rim.

“This is starting to mean something,” she says, barely above a whisper.

You don’t flinch. “It already does. To me.”

Her fingers tighten, just a little. Enough to say she hears you.

Enough to say she might believe you, too.

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The next few nights, she doesn’t come.

You linger by the vending machine anyway, coffee cooling in your hands, hope unraveling thread by thread. The ritual had become your favourite part of day, quiet, simple, grounding. And now there’s nothing but the clunk of the machine dispensing a drink no one wants and the echo of her absence in the hallway.

You try not to take it personally. She’s busy, maybe. Caught in surgery, in meetings. Maybe she’s just tired.

But you know it’s more than that.

Something shifted the night she took your hand. The moment she admitted, softly, almost fearfully, that it was starting to mean something. The warmth of her fingers curled around yours still lingers like an echo, like a ghost.

And now she’s pulling away.

You tell yourself not to chase her.

You fail.

You find her by accident, two days later, in the elevator. She’s already inside, arms crossed, eyes distant. The doors are just starting to close when she sees you and doesn’t bother to press the button to stop them.

You step in anyway.

Silence falls between you as the elevator hums and sinks. You stand close, too close. The way you always do. But this time it feels different. Like standing on the edge of a cliff with no idea if she’ll catch you if you jump.

She doesn’t look at you, not at first. But she speaks.

“You know I’ve been married,” she says, voice low, words careful. “Twice. And still I find myself doing the same thing. Running.”

You glance over. Her eyes are on the buttons. Anywhere but you.

“I scare you that much?” you ask gently.

Her lips quirk, sad and amused all at once. “You scare me because you’re kind. Because you make me feel seen. Because I want to believe there’s still time for this, whatever this is.”

The elevator dings at a floor no one needs, then closes again before either of you moves.

“I’m not asking you for everything,” you say, voice steady. “I’m just asking you not to walk away before we even begin.”

She turns then, finally, finally meeting your eyes.

“You make it sound easy.”

“I know it’s not.”

Her expression crumples just slightly. “I want to want this.”

“You don’t have to want it all at once. Just… maybe want it with me.”

Another pause. Then she nods, slow and trembling. Like maybe, for the first time, she’s letting herself hope.

“I do,” she says quietly. “I do want it. I want it with you, no one else.”

The elevator doors open again. A nurse peers in, then quickly backs out, apologising.

Neither of you moves. The moment is suspended, fragile, precious, real.

You smile. “Then let’s figure it out. One cup of terrible coffee at a time.”

She lets out a laugh, breathless and unsure, but full of something like relief.

“Okay,” she says. “But I’m not drinking that stuff alone.”

You smile, “I’d never let you.”

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A storm traps everyone in the hospital.

Thunder growls outside like something restless and wild, wind battering the windows hard enough to make the lights flicker. The backup generators kick in with a low, steady hum. It’s late, past midnight, and the usual chaos of Grey Sloan has stilled into a hush of sleeping patients and tired staff riding out the night shift.

You wander, empty coffee cup in hand, until your feet carry you exactly where you always end up.

The vending machine hums softly in the quiet. There’s a light flickering inside the machine. A half-empty snack rack. And her.

Addison’s already there, like she’s been waiting for you.

She’s in scrubs and a sweatshirt, hair tied up messily, strands falling in front of her face. She looks tired. Human. Beautiful. She doesn’t say anything when you approach. She just offers you one of the two steaming paper cups sitting next to her.

You take it. She doesn’t take hers.

You both stand there for a long moment in the hush, sipping coffee neither of you actually likes, warmed by routine and presence and the thunder rolling overhead.

Then she sets her cup down on the machine behind her. Turns to face you fully.

No smile. No sarcasm. No shield.

Just her.

Her hands come up slowly, gentle, hesitant, as if asking permission even now. One settles at your jaw, the other finds your waist. And then, softly, like she’s afraid you’ll vanish if she rushes it, she kisses you.

It’s not a dramatic moment. No swelling music, no grand declarations. Just two people in a dim hospital hallway, finding each other after too long of being afraid to.

Her lips are soft. Warm. Tasting faintly of cheap coffee and something unmistakably her.

You melt into it. Into her.

The storm outside rages, but here, in this tiny circle of light and quiet, the world is still.

When she finally pulls back, her eyes are shining. Your breath mingles in the narrow space between you.

“I’ve had worse coffee,” she whispers.

You manage a smile, your chest aching in the best possible way. “You’ve never had better company.”

A laugh breaks from her. It is low and breathless, full of something light you haven’t heard from her in weeks. Maybe longer. Her forehead presses gently to yours.

“I’m still scared,” she admits. “But I don’t want to run anymore.”

“You don’t have to,” you whisper back. “Not if you don’t want to.”

She shakes her head, nose brushing yours. “I want this.”

“Then we’ll figure it out.”

Another kiss. This one deeper. Certain.

When the storm finally breaks and morning starts to blush against the windows, you’re still there, two coffee cups abandoned, the vending machine beside you.

And Addison’s hand in yours, like it belongs there.

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It starts like always, Addison leaning against the vending machine, two cups of questionable coffee perched on top, her head tilted in mock elegance.

“I saved you the worse one,” she says as you approach.

“You always do,” you reply, taking the less-scorched cup and sipping with exaggerated drama. “Mmm. Burnt plastic with... what is that? Notes of regret and college debt?”

“Ah, vintage vending machine,” she muses. “2007 was a good year.”

You both laugh. It’s effortless now, the way you orbit each other. The way you lean into the space you used to avoid.

She watches you over her cup, eyes warm and glittering. “I still hate this stuff.”

“You drink it every night.”

“I drink it with you.”

Something in your chest goes soft.

You take a step closer, bump her gently with your shoulder. “You don’t have to, you know. We could upgrade.”

She gasps. “Betray the machine?”

You raise an eyebrow. “I’m just saying, there’s better coffee. Like… actual coffee.”

Addison pouts, nudging your foot with hers. “But that coffee doesn’t come with you.”

You smile and set your cup aside. Pull her close by the hips.

“It'll always come with me,” you murmur, before kissing her slow, deep, right there in the middle of the hallway.

Someone whistles in the distance. You both ignore it.

When you break apart, she rests her forehead against yours. “You keep kissing me like that, I might start thinking this is serious.”

“It is.”

“Even with the terrible coffee?”

You grin. “Especially with the terrible coffee.”

She snorts and shakes her head. “Well then, you got sugar?”

You hand her a packet of a few you keep in your scrubs pocket. “Always.”

You drink. You kiss. You laugh.

And when she tucks herself under your arm, like it’s second nature, you realize something very simple and very true:

This isn’t just a ritual anymore.

It’s home.

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no-phrogs-in-hats · 11 months ago

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Addison Montgomery x fem! Reader

Could I please have an imagine where the reader is Meredith’s childhood best friend that came to work at Seattle Grace with her. While Meredith is pining for McDreamy her best friend wants McDreamy’s wife. (Imagine all of the hilarious and awkward moments this would result in).

Hi! I couldn't figure out how to turn this into a oneshot, so I just gave you a shit ton few scenarios!!

Sitting at lunch and getting the whole McDreamy situation out of Meredith and Cristina and Izzie spilling more to you than Meredith

Standing at the nurses station with MAGIC and Addison is on the other side of the station filling out a chart

She has her glasses on.

And her white coat.

And she's wearing black heels with a nice professional dress.

Mommy.

And you can't take your eyes off of her and you lean into Meredith and ask, "Who is that?"

She responds, "McDreamy's wife."

"So, is she into the whole adultery thing too?"

Cristina chimes in, "Considering that's why they seperated, I'd say so."

You can't stop thinking about McMommy Addison for weeks

Then, you're assigned to a case with her.

You get incredibly involved with your patients

Addison admires you so much for it.

"The world needs more doctors like you," she says after a crash C-section.

You ask, "And what do I have?"

"Empathy. You don't see very many doctors who want to get to know their patients. Most of them just see them as something they can cut into."

You're on her service almost every day for the next few months.

Asking Dr. Bailey, "Can't I have another assignment?"

Her responding, "Dr. Montgomery-Shepherd asked for you specifically, take it up with her."

But you didn't want to take it up with her.

At lunch, George brings it up and you say, "Meh, I don't really mind it."

But you start blushing.

And Cristina and Meredith start teasing you.

"Oh, she's got a crush on McDreamy's wife."

"George says, You can't have a crush on her, she's married."

"So is Derek and I still slept with him."

Cristina grins, "No wonder she has you on her service every day. You're her little bitch."

You insist that it's not true.

They continue teasing you until your pager goes off.

"Aw, is it Addison?"

"Give her a kiss for us!"

They continue making kissy faces the entire time you leave.

The first time you two kiss it's after you lost an OB patient.

Both of your emotions are running high.

You're trying to calm yourself down in an on-call room

She comes in and tries to comfort you

"It'll be okay."

"How are you so calm about this?"

"Well, eventually, you learn how to cope. You'll never get used to it, but you'll learn how to cope."

You lift your head off her shoulder and look at her in the eyes

Then your eyes flicker to her lips

And hers do the same

You finally give in and press your lips to hers

She returns the kiss and suddenly both of your scrubs are on the floor

Months of longing looks and pining and private moments in the elevator, you want to make your relationship official, but you know you can't

You're both in an on-call room once again making out

You pull away quickly and stop her

"Addison we shouldn't be doing this"

"What do you mean?"

"You...Addison, you're still married. And until you file for divorce, I can't see you."

She's speechless.

You, Addison, Derek, and Meredith all end up in an elevator together.

But weeks later, she presents divorce papers to Derek

And just a week after that, she shows you the signed papers

You don't know what to say.

"You actually did it? You filed for divorce?"

"I've made a lot of mistakes in my life...but you...you're not one of them."

This is the first time she says 'I love you'.

She gets a nice hotel room for you two that night.

Meredith asks why you aren't going home with them and then it dawns on her

You see that shit eating grin

Izzie and George and Cristina start cooing at you

"Awww, you're officially Addison's bitch."

"I am not Addison's bitch!"

"You so are!

"You'd do anything for her!"

"...Okay, fine, so I'm her bitch."

And it turned out to be a very lovely night.

#addison montgomery #addison montgomery x reader #greys anatomy #wlw #greys anatomy imagine

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jclolz22 · 7 months ago

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Mamma Mia! themed bot release 🪩

Challengers

* ˚✧ / Art Donaldson & Patrick Zweig / Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (you can either be freaky with them together, or you can do what tashi should’ve done, which is make them be freaky with each other!!)

* ˚✧ / Patrick Zweig / Money, Money, Money

* ˚✧ / Tashi Duncan / Our Last Summer

Glee

* ˚✧ / Marley Rose / Thank You for the Music

* ˚✧ / Quinn Fabray / Mamma Mia!

* ˚✧ / Santana Lopez / Dancing Queen (not showing up on my profile :/)

Grey's Anatomy

* ˚✧ / Addison Montgomery / Does Your Mother Know

* ˚✧ / Derek Shepherd / I Do, I Do, I Do, I Do, I Do

* ˚✧ / Lexie Grey / Super Trouper (i can’t she’s such a cutie 🥹)

Marvel

* ˚✧ / Agatha Harkness / Slipping Through My Fingers (request that I incorporated into this release)

* ˚✧ / Bucky Barnes / Honey, Honey

* ˚✧ / Natasha Romanoff / Take a Chance On Me

Miscellaneous

* ˚✧ / Logan Huntzberger / SOS

* ˚✧ / Regina George / Lay All Your Love On Me

* ˚✧ / Winston Schmidt / Voulez-Vous (also not showing up on my profile)

thank you all for your love and support!! it genuinely means so, so much to me and i could not be more grateful. watching mamma mia! for the first time honestly really inspired me and i've loved ABBA for a while now already, and i thought it'd be fun to make bots inspired by the songs!! (and yes there are like 3 or 4 songs not included, i know)

i decided to do them split up based on the fandoms i am apart of, because the songs (i feel) are versatile and I don't think that there are characters from a single movie/show that would be able to be used for every song. i would've loved to do abba/mamma mia x challengers, but not every song can be applied to tashi, art, and patrick, which is why i did characters from different movies/shows :)

and i do need to give some credit to @voidsuites because really, maya did it first with her brat x challengers bots (which you should go check out/use if for some reason you haven't yet).

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theartofcollapse · 6 months ago

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a/n: I'm taking requests, so feel free to send me some :) summary: Y/N is a new attending at Grey Sloan Memorial. Carina has her eyes on Y/N since the moment she met her. pairing: Carina DeLuca x female reader warnings: none word count: 1.4K

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Elevator Effect - Carina DeLuca

Y/N adjusted her jacket as the elevator doors slid open, revealing a nearly empty car save for one person leaning casually against the railing. The woman was stunning. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, her almond-shaped eyes sparkling with curiosity as they landed on Y/N. She looked up from her phone and smiled, an expression that seemed almost too charming for its own good.

Y/N stepped into the elevator, pressing the button for her floor. Her first day at Grey Sloan Memorial had officially begun, and she decided to ease into it in her usual style: arriving in regular clothes before changing into her scrubs. She figured it would give her a chance to observe the environment without immediately standing out.

The silence in the elevator was brief.

"Buongiorno," the woman greeted, her voice as smooth as silk, laced with an Italian accent that could make anyone weak in the knees.

Y/N turned to her, quirking an eyebrow. "Good morning."

The woman tilted her head, her smile widening. "Not a doctor, I take it?" she asked, her gaze sweeping over Y/N’s outfit, a casual shirt, jeans, and sneakers. "Or are we experimenting with a new dress code?"

Y/N fought the urge to smirk. "Not a doctor," she said, technically not lying. Not yet, anyway.

The woman leaned in slightly, her curiosity evidently piqued. "Well, let me guess. A visitor? No, no, you seem too comfortable for that. Here for a meeting with the Chief?"

Y/N shrugged, letting her enjoy the guessing game. "Something like that."

Her companion chuckled, a sound that was somehow both mischievous and endearing. "I’m Carina, by the way. Carina DeLuca. And you are?"

"Y/N," she replied simply, keeping her tone neutral.

"Y/N…" Carina repeated, savoring the name. She studied Y/N with a smoldering gaze that could rival a summer heatwave. "Let me give you a warning, Y/N. If you wander into Grey Sloan looking like that, some people might forget how to do their jobs."

Y/N raised her eyebrows, a hint of amusement dancing in her eyes. "Oh, really?"

"Oh, sì," Carina said, taking a step closer. Her voice dropped lower, more intimate. "You’re… bellissima. Stunning. I’m already distracted, and I’ve only known you for two minutes."

Y/N’s lips twitched. "Is this how you greet everyone in the elevator?"

"Only the ones who make me want to press the emergency stop button," Carina teased, her eyes sparkling.

Y/N decided to play along. "That bold, huh?"

Carina smiled, her voice dripping with charm. "Life is too short for hesitation. Don’t you agree?"

The elevator dinged, signaling their arrival at the appropriate floor. Carina looked as though she had more to say, but Y/N stepped out first, giving her a knowing glance over her shoulder. "See you around, Carina."

Later that morning, Y/N stood beside Dr. Bailey in the conference room as a group of doctors filtered in. She had already changed into her scrubs, the name embroidered on her coat marking her position as the new attending in OB/GYN.

Carina walked in last, her gaze scanning the room before landing on Y/N. For a moment, her expression faltered, a flash of recognition lighting her face. Y/N offered her a subtle, knowing smile.

"Everyone, this is Dr. Y/N Y/L/N," Bailey announced. "She’s our new OB/GYN attending, joining us from Chicago. I expect you all to make her feel welcome."

Carina’s jaw dropped slightly, and her cheeks flushed. "You're… a doctor?" she asked Y/N after her short introduction was over, disbelief clear in her voice.

Y/N turned to her, feigning innocence. "Oh, I did forget to mention that earlier."

Carina blinked, clearly scrambling to recover. "You are very sneaky, Dr. Y/L/N."

Y/N leaned in just slightly, her voice quiet enough that only Carina could hear. "Life is too short for hesitation, right?"

Carina exhaled a laugh, shaking her head in disbelief. "Touché."

Throughout the rest of the meeting, Carina found herself stealing glances at Y/N, clearly intrigued. Afterward, she caught up to her in the hallway.

"Non posso credere che non me l'hai detto."

Y/N tilted her head, pretending to be clueless. "I don’t speak Italian."

Carina smirked, leaning closer. "Then I guess I’ll have to teach you. Maybe over dinner?"

Y/N smirked. "I will think about your offer."

And with that, she left the Italian alone in her own disbelief.

The day was only halfway through, and Carina was already proving to be delightfully persistent. After their hallway banter, Y/N had managed to slip away to her office, but it wasn’t long before she encountered Carina again during a consult.

The patient had been referred to Y/N for a prenatal concern, and Carina, as the head of the Maternal-Fetal Medicine department, had been called in as well. Y/N was standing at the patient’s bedside when Carina walked in, clipboard in hand and a sly smile already forming on her lips.

“Dr. Y/L/N,” Carina greeted, her tone professional but her eyes sparkling with mischief. “How lovely to see you again. Twice in one day. I must be lucky.”

Y/N didn’t miss a beat. “You could say the same about me. I get to work with Seattle’s finest.”

Carina tilted her head, a mock expression of thoughtfulness crossing her face. “Seattle’s finest? Are you referring to me, or have you been meeting other doctors behind my back already?”

Y/N smirked, not giving Carina the satisfaction of an answer. She turned her attention to the patient instead, maintaining her composure while Carina lingered just a little closer than necessary.

Later, during lunch in the hospital cafeteria, Y/N found herself seated alone, flipping through a stack of files. She was mid-bite when Carina appeared out of nowhere, sliding into the seat across from her with a tray of her own.

“Working through lunch?” Carina asked, her voice warm as she unwrapped a sandwich. “I hope that doesn’t mean you’re too busy for me.”

Y/N set her file down, arching an eyebrow. “Depends. What’s the occasion?”

Carina grinned, leaning forward. “I figured I’d take the opportunity to learn more about the mysterious new attending. It’s only fair, considering how much you’ve kept me in the dark today.”

“Oh?” Y/N replied, feigning nonchalance. “What do you want to know?”

“Everything,” Carina said, her voice dropping into a flirtatious purr. “What brought you to Grey Sloan? How do you like your coffee? What’s your favorite color? And most importantly, how do you feel about Italian food?”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh. “That’s quite the list.”

“Start with the last one,” Carina said, her eyes narrowing playfully. “Because if you don’t like Italian food, I may have to rethink my strategy.”

“Your strategy?” Y/N echoed, clearly amused.

Carina gestured between them. “This. Us. Getting to know each other. Winning you over.”

Y/N leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms as she studied Carina. “You’re pretty confident, aren’t you?”

“Sì,” Carina admitted shamelessly. “But only because I know when something is worth the effort.”

Y/N’s cheeks warmed slightly at the intensity of Carina’s gaze. “For the record, I love Italian food,” she said. “But if you want to win me over, you’ll have to try harder than a lunch table interrogation and mentioning pasta and pizza.”

Carina rolled her eyes but she was most definitely up for the challenge. “Oh, don’t worry, cara mia. I plan to.”

By mid-afternoon, Carina was proving to be as good as her word. Y/N found herself in the supply closet, searching for a specific set of surgical tools, when Carina appeared in the doorway.

“Are you following me?” Y/N asked, glancing over her shoulder.

“Not intentionally,” Carina replied, stepping inside as though she owned the place. “But I’m starting to think fate might be pushing us together.”

Y/N shook her head, biting back a smile. “This is the supply closet, Carina. Hardly romantic.”

Carina stepped closer, her voice dropping to a low murmur. “You’d be surprised how creative I can be.”

Y/N turned to face her, holding a tray of instruments as a makeshift barrier. “Is this how you woo all the doctors?”

“Not doctors. Not plural. Only you. You wear scrubs better than I do, I have to try my luck.” Carina said, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Y/N chuckled, brushing past her to exit the closet. As she walked away, she glanced back over her shoulder. “You’ll have to try harder than that, Dr. DeLuca.”

Carina called after her. “La prossima volta ti sorprenderò.”

Y/N didn’t understand the words, but she understood the promise in Carina’s tone and she couldn’t wait to see how far the Italian doctor would take this game.

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wlw-multi-fandom-imagines · 5 months ago

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Addison Montgomery surprising you on your birthday while everyone else forgot?

As the day came to a close, you weren't necessarily surprised that none of your colleagues had remembered to tell you happy birthday. For one, you were one of the newest attendings at the hospital and as a result, you were still getting to know a fair amount of them. The other reason you weren't necessarily surprised was the fact that you honestly couldn't remember if you had even mentioned it to any of them in the last few days. The OR had been slammed all weekend and if you hadn't gotten a text from your hometown best friend that morning, you honestly might have forgotten yourself.

"Heading home?"

Addison's voice snapped you out of your thoughts and you extended an arm to hold the elevator door before it closed on her. She had an impressive reputation, and that fact alone would have made you nervous. The fact that she was one of the most gorgeous women you had ever seen...well, that definitely added to the anxiety swimming through your veins as the elevator doors shut.

"If I can escape the parking lot without my pager going off I am," you joked, running a hand through your hair nervously.

"Any birthday plans?" she asked, pressing the button for the lobby. Your eyebrows rose in surprise at the question and you shook your head sheepishly.

"No, unless takeout and hanging with my cat counts."

"It certainly does not, especially with so many fantastic restaurants in this city. If you'll allow me, I'd love to treat you to dinner to celebrate your first birthday in Seattle. Admittedly, I am starving so this is not en entirely selfless present."

Fuck. You were nervous enough being along in an elevator with this woman...how were you going to make it through an entire dinner? Despite the bundle of nerves that had quickly nestled in your stomach, you knew you had to say yes. When was an opportunity like this going to come around again?

"I would love that, and I am also starving so anywhere you pick will be good with me. Honestly, I don't think I could ask for a better companion for my first official birthday dinner in Seattle," you responded as smoothly as possible, desperately hoping she couldn't see how rattled the sudden invite had left you.

"Perfect, cause I already made us a reservation."

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loveymontgomery · 1 year ago

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what if all i need is you?

addison montgomery x reader

contains smut - about 1k words in

word count: 6740

a/n: veers away from the actual series - takes place right before (and into) the prom episode!! i wrote this in NOVEMBER LOL been hiding in the google docs 4ever. may be off continuity-wise (or some things may just be weird) but i was too busy thinking abt addie -- can u blame me?!?!?!?1//1?!

lyrics from taylor swift's "slut!"

Flamingo pink, sunrise boulevard

Clink clink, being this young is art

You and Dr. Montgomery had just left work together. The two of you were on-call the night before, and got off in the afternoon. She had been wearing her flamingo pink scrubs that night, looking beautiful as ever. Her hair was less curled than usual, fairly straight, with a slight inward curl at the end–how you liked it the most.

You’d gotten an Uber right after work, and took it downtown, where the two of you walked up and down streets (popping into stores occasionally), until dinner. You stopped in a small local place, which turned out to be much better than expected.

“We’ve got to come back here,” Dr. Montgomery said.

“Absolutely, Dr. Montgomery,” you replied, a smile on your face.

“It’s Addison, to you. Surely, we’re on a first-name basis at this point.”

“Cheers, Addison,” you clink your glasses. “To this amazing dinner.”

Aquamarine, moonlit swimming pool

What if all I need is you?

After dinner, with the impending sunset, Addison called an Uber for the both of you. She took you back to the hotel she’d been staying at following her divorce from Derek Shepherd. She led you up to her room, telling you all about the different things the hotel had–a gym, obviously, billiards, a family and an adults only pool (with a hot tub), as well as a jacuzzi in her bathroom. Seeing your excitement at the jacuzzi, she suggested that the pair of you take a dive–she’d let you borrow one of her two swimsuits.

After looking through her luggage, she handed you a black bikini. “You can change first,” she said. You stepped into the bathroom, only a few paces from where you were standing. Peeling off your pants, you noticed the size of the jacuzzi. It wasn’t large. Regardless of where you sat, you’d be in contact with Addison. The thought sent a shiver down your spine, and heat to your cheeks. You tried to shake it off, pulling off the rest of your clothes and putting on Addison’s bikini. As you glared in the mirror, you noticed how it fit you. It wasn’t skimpy, (Addison surely wouldn’t have offered it to you if it was) but you looked good. The lighting in the bathroom placed emphasis on your barely-there abs, and made you look much more toned than you truly were.

Checking yourself out, you decided to pull your hair down from the messy bun it had been in during the day. You weren’t sure why, but you made sure that your hair looked perfect before you exited the bathroom.

Addison stared at you in silence for a moment, checking you out. She seemed to snap out of it quickly, saying, “Sorry. Not used to seeing my bikini on someone else.” You noticed a red tint on her cheeks as she passed you to go into the bathroom, though. You sat on the bed, trying to keep your mind away from imagining Addison in a bikini, even though you’d see her in one in a few moments. You didn’t want to think about it–seeing her collarbone, her shoulders, her waist. God, you couldn’t even think about her legs without your face heating up. Which shouldn’t happen. You couldn’t be thinking about your friend–your coworker–like that.

She opened the door moments later, wearing a pink bikini. You took a mental note of that, Addison’s favorite color is pink, surprisingly. It was like you felt time stop when you saw her. She looked gorgeous, better than you could’ve ever imagined that anyone could. Her voice brought you back to reality.

“I turned on the jacuzzi. So…”

“Right,” you said, and followed her into the bathroom. She got into the bathroom with all the grace you could imagine. You tried to not get distracted, following her into the jacuzzi. You sat across from her, your knees touching. “Must be nice to come home to this,” you joked.

“Oh, yeah,” she smiled. “This thing has to be one of the best ways to unwind.”

“What are the other ways?” you asked, a slight bit of flirtation coming out. You didn’t even realize, not until you had already said it.

“Can’t tell you all my secrets, can I?” Addison flirted back, brushing her knee along your leg. Hearing the ding of her cellphone, Addison reached to the counter behind you, where she’d placed her phone before you’d come into the bathroom. You held your breath at the close proximity. Her stomach was practically in your face, and it took nearly everything in you to not look up. She sighed when she looked at it, but quickly came back down to the jacuzzi, sitting next to you, instead of across from you.

“Hi,” you said, taking a deep breath.

“Hi,” Addison replied, a sly smirk on her face.

“Who was that?”

“Oh, just Derek. Nothing important,” she said, ever-so-slightly moving closer to you. You felt her thigh against yours, and nearly went into cardiac arrest. It was a miracle that you weren’t hooked up to a heart monitor, because she surely would’ve caught on to the fact that you were practically dying from just being near her. Addison pushed a piece of your hair behind your ear. “Did I ever tell you how much I appreciate you?”

“Uh… you might’ve mentioned it once or twice,” you said, quietly, as Addison started to get closer to you.

“You make my life so much easier by just being in it,” she confessed, looking into your eyes. You swallowed thickly, your breath picking up. “Are you nervous?” Addison asked, picking up on the tenseness radiating from you. When you didn’t answer, she said, “Don’t be nervous. It’s just me.” Leaning forward, Addison placed a soft kiss on your lips. Your hands found their way into her hair, and Addison planted herself on top of your legs. Like something snapped, the kiss heated up, and you felt Addison’s hands running along your sides and then felt a hand along your thigh, and one in your hair. After a few moments, Addison pulled back, resting her forehead on yours. “Good?”

“Yeah. Yeah. Good,” you said. One of Addison’s hands found your neck, pressing on your pulse point.

“Relax, Y/N. I’m gonna have to take you back to the hospital.”

“If it means spending more time with you…” you trailed off, lightly joking. You glared into her eyes. “You’re so pretty.”

“Thank you,” she said, before returning to kiss you. Addison’s hips started to grind against nothing, which didn’t go unnoticed from you. Even though she wasn’t doing much to you–just the feeling of her thighs moving along yours was enough to drive you crazy. It didn’t get easier when she started to slip her tongue into your mouth. You moaned into her mouth, which really didn’t go unnoticed by Addison, as she ran her hand back up to your chest, feeling you up through the bikini she lent you. She pulled back slightly, “having fun?” she asked, while continuing to feel you up.

It took everything in you to not make a sound, which was very evident to Addison. “Mhm…” you hummed in response.

“Oh, come on… Use your words,” Addison commanded lightly.

“Yes. Addison, I need-,” you started, cutting yourself off because of the pleasure that Addison was bringing you.

“What do you need, sweetheart?”

“You. Just… you. All I need is you,” you admitted, breathlessly. Addison’s confident exterior faded, seemingly affected by your statement. She practically lunged toward you, placing her lips on yours roughly. Her hands traveled up and down your back and sides quickly. She lightly pulled on the back of the bikini you were wearing before pulling apart to ask,

“May I?”

You nodded, knowing your words would fail you. You pulled Addison back towards you, and it was now your turn to kiss her roughly. She made a noise of surprise before pulling the strings to your bikini, causing it to fall off completely. Taking her lips off of yours, she began to kiss down your jaw and onto your neck, where she sucked for a moment. Doing it with a doctor really was as good as you’d think. Addison knew all the spots. Moving down, past your neck, she placed light kisses along your collarbone and down onto one of your breasts.

You couldn’t help the moan that came out of you. “Oh, Addie…” Addison pulled back, scanning your body.

“You’re so beautiful. Perfect,” she decided, bringing one of her hands to your breast. Lightly, she ran her thumb back-and-forth across your nipple, watching your reaction. She took note of your heavy breaths. “Feels good?” You nodded. “Just sensitive?” she questioned.

“Yeah, for you.”

“You’re gonna inflate my ego by saying things like that,” Addie warned.

“Things like what? The truth?”

“Shut up,” Addison said, going to kiss you again. She began to toy with your nipple, loving the way you squirmed under her. You couldn’t help the quiet moans that came out of your mouth. Her other hand found its way to your upper thigh, before she pulled apart again, “Can I-”

“Addison, you can do whatever you want to me,” you cut her off, pulling Addison’s face back to yours. Within seconds, you felt Addison’s hand sliding under your bikini bottom. You lifted your hips instinctively, giving her a better angle. When Addison felt how wet you were, the both of you moaned. When one of her fingers came up to your clit, you whined.

“So, you’re really sensitive, huh?” she asked.

“I already told you-”

“Don’t be ashamed, it’s hot,” Addison told you, slowly sliding one of her fingers inside you.

“Addie…”

“I love when you say my name,” she encouraged. She slowly started to move her finger in and out of you, watching your reactions like a hawk. She could see how riled up you were, how you were desperate. Desperate in need of her. “Babe, take a breath. Slow down.”

When you did take a breath, she kissed you lightly. “That’s my girl.” Addison fully intended to take care of you. This was not going to be quick, she was going to revel in the pleasure she gave you, and as much as she loved seeing your desperation for her, she didn’t want you to tire yourself out too quickly. Again, she placed light kisses on your neck, smiling when she heard you moan. Too focused on her finger inside you, you didn’t even realize when she started sucking on your neck. When she pulled back, she said, “oops.”

“Huh?”

“You’ll see later,” she said, smirking. Before you could respond, she pushed another finger inside you.

“Oh, god, Addison,” you moaned, your head falling back. “This is… You’re making me feel so good.”

“Good. Relax for me,” she instructed. She brought herself back up to your face, beginning to make out with you again, while continuing to move her fingers in-and-out of you at a painfully slow pace, every-so-often brushing against your g-spot. Addison loved this; making you feel so good. It was like second nature. It was one of the best ways to unwind.

Eventually, Addison started to speed up her fingers, and your moans started to get louder and louder. She pulled back, wanting to watch how you squirmed because of her. “Addison,” you breathed. “Addi- Addison… oh my God.”

“Addie, please,” you begged. “Please, Addison, please.”

“You’re doing so good for me, sweetheart,” she encouraged. “Come on…” she muttered. She sped up a little bit more, biting her lip as she focused on making you feel good. It was a combination of seeing Addison biting her lip and her saying, “Come on, be a good girl for me,” that really sent you over the edge. You felt your whole body shake as you tried to slightly hold in your moans (the whole world didn’t need to hear you–only Addison). Your thighs practically crushed Addison’s hand as she helped you ride out your orgasm. Slowly, she pulled her fingers out of you, and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

She moved back to sitting next to you, and wrapped one of her arms around you, pulling you close. You rested your head on her shoulder, trying to catch your breath. The two of you sat in silence for a moment, before Addison got out of the jacuzzi, and began to help you out. She cleaned you up and dried you with a towel, before leading you back to the bed. You sat on the edge of the bed, watching Addison wordlessly as she went to get you pajamas. She placed her Yale hoodie and a pair of sweatpants next to you.

She went into the bathroom with her own pajamas, and you took that as your cue to put her clothes on. When she came back out of the bathroom, you smiled at each other. You’d never seen Addison in anything less than workplace-casual, and she looked adorable, to say the least. Her glasses only added to it–you loved her glasses. And Addison got a kick out of seeing you in her clothes.

“How are you feeling?” she asked, standing in front of you, using one of her hands to guide your jaw, having you look up at her.

“How do you think?”

“Well, I’d hope amazing,” she said, walking to the other side of the bed, and getting under the covers. You followed her lead. You fell asleep quickly, almost as soon as the lights were off. And your dreams were filled with Addison, watching her from the observatory in the operating rooms, and watching as she looked over babies and talked to patients. When you woke, it was because Addison had ordered room service for the both of you, and she was talking to the delivery man. At first, you were confused, not even remembering having fallen asleep. But when you turned and saw Addison standing at the door with her back to you, it all made sense. She still had a little bit of bedhead, but it was adorable.

“Oh, sorry. Did I wake you?” she asked when she’d turned back around and saw you staring at her with a smile.

“Maybe. I don’t mind.”

“I got breakfast,” she said nervously. She climbed back onto her bed, sitting crisscrossed next to you. Of course, you always knew Addison was kind. She was always a good friend, you’d thought, but you never imagined that she was listening to every word you were saying, which became clear when she’d gotten your favorite breakfast; something you mentioned months ago. You ate together, talking about meaningless things over breakfast. She told you about what Derek had texted her last night–asking her about one of their mutual friends back in New York. She told you about the brownstone and the house in the Hamptons. She told you about their odd neighbors.

She asked what you would tell your friends when you went home, what story you would make up. The both of you knew that there was no way you could tell your coworkers about this. Even if she just told Derek, he’d have to tell Meredith, and then word would spread throughout the entire hospital before you even went back to work. You told her, “Oh, you know. I spent the night with a gorgeous man. Tall, red hair, slender hands,” you began. “And he got me breakfast, that’ll give ‘the guy’ brownie points.”

“Wow. I get brownie points?” Addison asked, laughing to herself.

“Whoa, whoa. The mystery man I’m telling my friends about gets brownie points.”

“Of course.” Addison smiled. You left Addie’s hotel room shortly after that, making sure you avoided Mark Sloan and Chief Webber as you left. She offered to let you borrow her Yale hoodie, so you didn’t have to wear your same outfit from yesterday, but you declined. It was too risky, someone at the house would’ve noticed. You left on good terms, though, or so you thought.

Got love-struck, went straight to my head

Got lovesick all over my bed

The days following your night with Addison went by quickly, but torturously. You didn’t talk to Addison for four days, and you were honestly starting to think that Addison was avoiding you purposefully. You’d only caught sight of her a handful of times, but from afar. She was talking to Mark or arguing with Karev. You could even see Mark trying to flirt with her a few times, which would’ve sent you off-the-rails, if you weren’t trying to keep your feelings for Addison under wraps.

You weren’t doing a good job at hiding your feelings generally, though, because as soon as you got home you’d either lay facedown on the couch or immediately make a break for your bed, slamming the door behind you. Your friends knew something was up, but tried to wait it out, at first.

On Thursday, you heard your friends whispering outside your door, until George lightly knocked on your door before barging in anyway. “Hey…” he said cautiously, as if you were a cat about to lash out at him. He sat on the edge of your bed lightly. “You okay?” You took a deep breath, which to George, was a warning. “Right, bad question… is this about the guy from the other day?” You groaned before sitting up.

“It’s just like, how do we sleep together and then you completely don’t speak to me for days? Not one text, George, not one! Actually, we didn’t even really sleep together, he just fingered me and that was it! I would’ve gone further, he stopped it! Isn’t that weird? I mean, I would expect a text, at least. Like, tell me what went wrong or why you don’t want me anymore!”

“Well, maybe-”

“It would be better if I had just met him at a bar or something and it was a one-night-stand, never see you again, sort of thing. But I knew this guy! For a while! I’m gonna see him around at some point, he can’t just avoid me forever!” you continued to rant, cutting George off.

“You know, guys are-”

“It’s really just so dumb. Like you wanted me and initiated the whole thing and now you won’t even speak to me? It’s like, talk to me! You know?” You stared at George for a minute, expecting him to say something. “Say something!”

“I was expecting you to cut me off, again,” he said. “This is gonna sound horrible, but I think you’re just getting in your head about it all. I do the same thing. We should know better than anyone, though, that people have lives. We go weeks without texting people back.” You stared at him for a moment. He was right, even though you hated that fact. You just wanted Addison to want you, but the fact that she was avoiding you made you feel like it was just a one-night thing for her. It wasn’t, for you. For you, you realized that your friendship with Addison had always been a disguise. You always had feelings for Addison, how could you not have? And how could you not have realized that sooner?

You kept talking to George for a while. After some time, you were sure Meredith and Izzie weren’t listening anymore. It was hard talking to George, though, because everything had to be vague. You couldn’t reveal a thing about this man, unless it was a lie. It did help, though. You started to feel more like yourself. Addison was an adult, she’d talk to you at some point, and things would be sorted out. Surely.

Love to think you’ll never forget

Handprints in wet cement

The following day, you’d finally had a reason to talk to Addison. Dr. Bailey had asked you to deliver a file to her, and even though you would’ve rather had anyone else do it, Meredith was the only person nearby. It took a while of looking, but you’d finally managed to find Addison by the nurses’ station. Unfortunately, though, she was talking to Mark. You watched, trying to hide your utter rage, as Mark was clearly flirting with her, and she wasn’t pushing him aside. You walked up to the pair of them, clearing your throat.

“Doctor Montgomery.” She hummed when she turned, not immediately realizing it was you. “This is from Doctor Bailey,” you said, your eyes darting between her and Mark. It was hard to read Addison, but looking in her eyes, you could’ve sworn you saw her trying to hide her guilt.

But Mark… When you turned to leave, Mark said, “Leaving already? We were just starting to have fun!”

“Stop flirting with me, Mark,” you said, walking away quickly. You found an empty closet, and sat on the floor.

Adorned with smoke on my clothes

Lovelorn and nobody knows

Love thorns all over this rose

I’ll pay the price, you won’t

You were starting to feel crazy, really. How could months of friendship with Addison completely fall out of touch? You hadn’t initiated things with Addison, how were you to know that your romance would end any relationship you had had with Addison? After a few more days, the whole hospital knew you were upset. It wasn’t hard to find out—people just had to look at you. When you saw Doctor Burke in passing, even he said something about it. But nobody knew why. Well, that was a lie. People thought they knew why. They thought that it was because you were having guy problems. You were not having guy problems.

It was your turn to avoid Addison, now. There wasn’t a chance that she hadn’t heard about what was going on with you, but you hoped she knew better than to think that it was about a guy. She was smart enough to know it was about her.

To help, your friends tried to find someone else for you. They brought you to Joe’s, (keeping you away from the dartboard, and away from the drinks, they only let you have enough to let loose) and tried to set you up with every man they found. They were cute, you supposed. Their plan really wasn’t working out. They tried for a while, though, you had to give them that. Even Cristina seemed dedicated, though you saw her complain to Meredith often. You had a good enough time, until you were leaving. Alex had showed up at some point, and he took part in trying to get you laid. But once you had decided to leave, he said, “Oh, get over it, already! Let me show you a good time.”

You honestly could not believe him. You knew he was an asshole, obviously. But he’d seen you in pain for weeks, and still said something like that. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” you shouted, turning and walking out the door before you could even see his reaction. That was new, from you. Even with Alex always being a douchebag, you’d never yelled at him. You called an Uber, and went home, blasting sad music in your headphones once you’d reached your bed. You don’t know when your friends got home, you didn’t see them until the morning. In the morning, you didn’t eat breakfast, and you barely said anything to your friends. They didn’t say much to each other, either. It was like your presence immediately ruined the mood. You yelled at Alex. Sure, you never yell, but it was Alex, you should be allowed to yell at Alex without Izzie acting like you’d kill her for speaking.

You couldn’t believe this was happening. How could going out with Addison after work one day lead to all this? This was Addison’s doing, and yet you were living your life in misery while her life stayed the same. You’d seen Addison in passing a few times, but only for work. You really didn’t even say hello. It was a week after you yelled at Alex that she paged you.

Seeing Addison at first was fine. You were in your “work mode” and she was just Doctor Montgomery, not Addison. But when she told you to follow her, and she started to lead you to an on-call room, you started to get nervous. This wasn’t work. This was Addison. She locked the door behind you.

“Hey,” she said, clearly nervous, even for herself.

“Hey,” you said back.

“I heard about what happened with Alex,” she grimaced. “I’m sure he deserved it.”

“When does he not?” you said, numbly. It pained Addison to see you like this. There wasn’t the slightest bit of you that was happy. She could see it in your eyes. “Is that all you heard?”

“No.”

“That’s great,” you said, as sarcastic as you could, even with how numb you felt. “Didn’t know you partake in the gossip.”

“I don’t, but people don’t shut up.”

“Right.” Addison took a step closer to you, your back against the door.

“Will you look at me, please?” you stayed looking anywhere but at Addison. You couldn’t do it. It would kill you. “You haven’t looked at me in weeks. Please, look at me.” Even with how upset you were, there was something in Addison’s voice, the genuine pleading, that you couldn’t deny. When your eyes met hers, you saw how glazed her eyes were. She wasn’t crying, but she nearly was. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry?”

“Yes. I’m sorry. Of course, I’m sorry. Do you think I wanted to hurt you, really? Is that the impression I gave you?”

“Doctor Montgomery, you didn’t talk to me for weeks.”

“Doctor Montgomery? You’re calling me Doctor Montgomery?”

“Yes. I am.” You noticed Addison’s breath picking up. She took a step back, and ran a hand through her hair. You couldn’t remember a time where you’d seen her like this.

“I’m… I didn’t mean to do that,” she said. “God, I didn’t mean to hurt you,” she continued, sitting on the bed. “I didn’t mean to hurt you,” she whispered, as if she was saying it to herself. You could see how hard it was to keep herself together. Once you realized that, you had a hard time keeping yourself together.

“Addison…” she looked at you. “I don’t…” you began. “There’s a lot that I could say. So much that I could say. But… I just don’t want to do this anymore.” You started to slide down the door, and didn’t stop yourself. “I’m so tired, Addie. I can’t sleep, I can’t breathe. I can’t talk to people, or have people talk to me, and I’m tired of it.” You started to cry, and heard rustling before you felt Addison sitting next to you. You leaned into her. “Can we please stop this? Can we just start over? As friends, or… whatever you want. I just need this to be over.”

“Let me take you to the prom,” Addison said.

“What?” you said. Surely, she did not say “the prom.”

“Didn’t you hear? Richard’s having a prom. Tomorrow.”

“Oh. No, I didn’t hear. Haven’t really been listening to people, recently.”

“Right…”

“I’ll go with you,” you said.

“Really?” Addison asked, a little over-excited, her voice higher than usual.

“Yeah,” you said, a small smile on your face.

“I’ll pick you up at eight?” she suggested.

“Sounds good, Addie.” She pressed a kiss to your forehead before standing, saying she had to go. You scooted over, letting her leave. You sat in the on-call room for a while, smiling to yourself. You figured that for the time being, you’d just tell everyone that the guy finally called, and you worked things out.

But if I’m all dressed up

They might as well be looking at us

And if they call me a “slut”

You know, it might be worth it for once

You had been ready half an hour early, pacing your room, making sure you looked okay. You decided on a baby pink gown (yes, Addison’s favorite color, on purpose) that tied up the back and had a slit. You hadn’t seen Izzie or Meredith yet, since they were busy getting themselves ready, but you had seen George, and he seemed stunned. He said that you looked great, and he would be surprised if you didn’t have men all-over you the entire night.

At 7:55, you were still pacing your room, but with your heels on, now. You heard the doorbell ring at exactly eight. And heard Izzie and George run to the door, you cursed yourself for not being down there already.

“Doctor Montgomery!” You heard your friends say at the same time.

“Nice see you, Doctor Stevens, O’Malley. I’m here for Y/N.”

You came down the stairs just in time to see their faces. They didn’t say anything though, just ran further into the house, probably to try to connect the dots. You left with Addison without a word.

“I got you a corsage,” Addison said, while you were on the porch.

“You did? I didn’t even think about that, I’m sorry.”

“I invited you, thought it would be nice,” she said, sliding the corsage on your wrist. It was red, matching her dress. She looked beautiful. You could’ve stared at her for the whole night, instead of even going to the prom. When you arrived at the prom, you mingled around for a while, trying the punch and doing the photo booth that the hospital had somehow acquired. In one of the pictures, Addison kissed your cheek. You tucked the photostrips into your purse, making a note to give Addison her’s later.

Although you were trying to focus on Addison, and not the people around you, you noticed that it seemed like people hadn’t caught on, yet. People glanced at you occasionally, but it seemed as though that was because you were no longer moody. You and Addison talked about your high school prom experiences. She told you about how she was a band geek, and you told her about how you had a lot of friends. “You were a popular girl?” she questioned, humored.

“I wasn’t a popular girl, I just had a lot of friends!”

“You were a popular girl. That makes so much sense.”

“It’s like social situations come so easy to you. You’re perfect at them. It’s like you always know what to say. You’re so good with patients and their families.”

“Thank you,” you said, taking the compliment whole-heartedly. “I was not a popular girl.”

“Mhm.” Addison smiled at you. The DJ started to play something slow. “Dance with me?” You took Addison’s hand, and she led you towards the dance floor. You stayed near the edge, trying to keep yourself out of the spotlight, but you could tell people were looking anyway. You saw Izzie and George in your periphery, and even Derek and Meredith had stopped dancing to look at you, jaws dropped. You saw Alex looking on from afar, a soft smile on his face. He’d gotten over you yelling at him, and understood the line he crossed (he wasn’t going to apologize). You loved dancing with Addison. Neither of you were dancers, by any means, but it was nice to have her hands on you, especially after being away from her for so long.

When the song was over, she led you away from the prom, and you found an empty room. “I didn’t want people staring at us anymore,” she said. You took steps towards her as she spoke.

“Yeah,” you said, staring at her lips.

“You look beautiful,” Addison said, looking you up and down.

“So do you, Addie.” You took another step towards her, your voice lower than usual.

“You like the red? I wasn’t sure about it.” As soon as she finished her sentence, you pulled her close to you, pressing your lips onto hers. It wasn’t slow, it wasn’t soft. You couldn’t help it anymore. She looked hot, and it was making you feel hot. Addison was a little taken aback at first, but quickly began to reciprocate your kisses. Your hands found her hips, and she whimpered into your mouth. Addie turned the two of you around, pressing you against the examination table, and telling you to jump between kisses. You jumped onto the table, Addison hiking up your dress and standing between your legs. She pulled on the strings to the back of your dress, letting you slightly loose. Addison’s hand gently found its way to your core, lightly rubbing against it. She was giving you the friction you desperately needed. You were ready to let Addison do whatever she wanted to you, until you heard the door open.

You stopped kissing quickly, turning your heads to see Derek. He was standing with his mouth agape. Clearly, not expecting what he saw. Who’s to blame him? Seeing your ex-wife kissing your girlfriend’s roommate had to be shocking. “Derek, you’re gonna start drooling,” Addison said, rolling her eyes.

“Sorry,” he said. “Sorry.” He left quickly, shutting the door behind him. You could see him stand outside of the room for a moment though, surely short-circuiting. When you looked back at Addison, you knew the two of you had to get out of there. She looked hot, too hot, but she also looked like she had just been making out. You must’ve looked like that too. As you left, you started to lose the worry of judgment. Who cares if you’re with Addison? What does it matter if anyone cares, if you had Addie?

The short ride back to your house was fairly silent, but comfortable.

And if I’m gonna be drunk

I might as well be drunk in love

When you got back to the house, you and Addison shared a glass of wine before heading to your room.

“I need you to know that I wasn’t trying to avoid you.”

“I know.”

“But… I need you to really know that. I mean it. I’ve never done this before,” Addison began. “I really want this, though. I really want you. You’ve been my best friend, but I can’t look at you and not think about how perfect you are, and how I just want to make you happy.”

“Okay,” you said.

“You get it?”

“I think so, yeah.”

“So, we’re starting over?” Addison asked.

“Yeah, we can start over,” you confirmed.

“Okay. I’ll be better this time.”

“I know, Addie.”

“Can I spend the night?” You smiled at the thought.

“If you want to? Derek is probably gonna be around. These walls are kinda thin.” you warned. It would surely be weird for Addison to hear her ex-husband getting it on with another woman.

“That’s okay. Thin walls go both ways,” Addison said, smirking. Of course, she’d be up to something. “Do you wanna shower?”

“We are not doing it in the shower. I’m too clumsy.”

“Oh, I know.”

“So, you wanna have a PG-13 shower with me?”

“I am actually interested in you for more than sex. Yes, I would love to shower with you.”

The two of you exited the bathroom just in time to see Derek and Meredith walking to her room. You stood in shock for a moment, but laughed it off. As soon as you and Addison reached your room, she shut the door behind you, locking it, and immediately dropped her towel, pressing her face to yours. You slid your hands along her sides before dropping your own towel. Addison pulled away from you, commanding you to, “get on the bed.” You did as she said, and felt your face heat up when she ended up on top of you, kissing you for a few moments before her mouth found its way to your neck. You couldn’t help your moans, but tried to keep them quiet. Addison laughed to herself.

“Something funny?”

“Just love seeing how I make you feel, babe,” Addison said, causing your legs to tense. She began to kiss down your chest, to your stomach, and to your upper thighs. When she pressed the first kiss to your thigh, you twitched. God, Addison was gonna be the death of you. Addison pressed soft kisses back up your thighs, finding herself at your core. She licked a long stripe up your folds slowly. You moaned loudly. You did not expect this tonight.

“Addie, oh my God,” you whined as she started to pick up her pace, getting more comfortable with her movements. Your legs started to tremble, and you knew it was only a matter of minutes before Addison sent you over the edge. “Addison… Addie, you’re so good at that. Just like that.” Addison continued her pursuit, exactly how you wanted it. “Oh, please don’t stop. Please, Addie, please, don’t stop… Oh my God!” With a few more seconds, your thighs tightened around Addison’s head. Your whole body trembled, and while working you through your orgasm, Addison watched you.

“That was so hot, baby,” she said, clearly turned on.

After taking a moment to breathe, you said, “Addison, please lay down.” She did as you asked, and you began to press kisses to her neck. “I’m giving you a hickey. Payback.” She moaned quietly in response. You’d only given her a small hickey, she could cover it easily, if she wanted to. Post-hickey, you worked your way down to her chest, lightly sucking on her breast. Addison’s moans became more frequent, and it was music to your ears. You would give anything to hear that for the rest of your life. While your mouth was busy with Addison’s chest, one of your hands found its way between her legs. You began by slowly rubbing her clit, gaining a fairly loud moan out of Addie, and then pressing a finger of yours inside her once she seemed prepared. You pulled back from her chest in that moment, wanting to see her reaction.

She threw her head back, closing her eyes, and moaning constantly as you slowly moved your finger in and out of her. “Look at me, Addie.” She opened her eyes lightly, heavy with desire. ‘So pretty, Addison. You’re so perfect for me.” You slid another finger in her, which was easy considering how wet she’d become.

“Y/N,” she moaned. “I’m gonna cum. Don’t stop,” she said. A few moments later, and she was coming undone on your hand. You were honored. How could you not be, having brought this much pleasure to such a perfect woman. She shook intensely. Her chest rising and falling quickly, as she tried to catch her breath. “That was…” she trailed off. “Thanks,” she said. “I’m not done with you, though. Lay down.”

You two laid down for a few moments, as Addison tried to regain her composure. Once she did, she was practically full energy as her hands found their way to your core. “Addie…” you moaned quietly.

“Yes, baby?” she asked, as she slid two fingers inside you.

“Oh, fuck. I’m not gonna last, Addie.”

“I know,” she replied, a smirk on her face as she worked her fingers in and out of you. She began to move her fingers inside you quickly, pressing against your g-spot over-and-over. She had you exactly how she wanted you to in mere seconds.

“Addison,” you warned between heavy breaths. “Addison, please. Addie… Addie, I’m gonna cum for you.”

“Come on, sweetheart. Cum for me. Be a good girl and cum for me,” her words sent you over the edge for the second time that night. When Addison pulled her fingers out of you, she laid next to you, the both of you tired out for the night. She wiped her fingers on a tissue, before helping you under the covers.

“Did you plan on that happening?” you asked her. At the beginning of the night, you hadn’t even considered having sex with Addison.

“Not really, but it is prom night, after all,” she said, pulling you into her arms. “Get some rest, sweetheart,” Addison said. She was warm, and being in her arms felt amazing. Your mind wanted to go a hundred miles a minute, thinking about everything that just happened. You told yourself you would think about it tomorrow, whenever you weren’t busy answering the questions from your friends. Sleep came first. Especially if Addison told you so.

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storiesofsvu · 1 year ago

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Not a Dream

Addison Montgomery x reader warnings: language, the briiiiefest mention of medical angst, pure fluff otherwise. This was requested AGES ago, not even sure who by at this point. I should really get better at noting that part before i answer the og ask lol. Anyways, have some Addison fluff!

This was queued but after today I need some validation serotonin so have this weeks early!🫶🏻

Take out dinner, a few bottles of wine and a night filled with gossip, trashy reality tv and old movies was nothing new for you and Addison. In fact, it was nearly a weekly function. It had started after one very long, too tough week at the hospital, you were her scrub nurse and just as, if not more invested in each of her patients, cases and surgeries. Out of the three of them, you lost one, nearly lost the second and had a serious complication come up with the third. While the remaining two ended up pulling through and everything was successful, it was needless to say the entire experience was a little too draining. So Addison asked if you wanted to join her for a drink and rather than bring down the morale at Joe’s, you ended up at her place where you could wallow in peace, eventually laughing over ridiculous stories and shows.

It was your ‘you’ time, but together, where you could relax and wind down from your high stress jobs, talk things through if you wanted, or just completely forget. It was how the two of you got to know each other, shared memories from your childhoods, told stories from your time in med school, Addison often commented how nice it was to have a real friend out in Seattle and you couldn’t help but agree.

You both felt completely at peace around each other, you knew you were safe, that you wouldn’t be judged for your pasts, that you enjoyed a lot of the same things and shared a lot of the same opinions. You worked incredibly well together, often bringing each other coffee in the mornings and sitting together for lunches. It was such a seamless and effortless friendship that grew stronger every day, which is why when the two of you fell asleep on the couch halfway through The Time Traveller’s Wife, you thought nothing of it. When the song played over the closing credits blared you awake you let out a soft sigh, feeling the warmth blooming through your chest at how secure you felt considering the vulnerable situation and nudged Addison’s side.

“Not letting you drive, c’mon, you know where the guest room is.”

She replied with a small groan but followed you off the couch after flicking off the television and disappeared into the guest room, lingering in the doorway just long enough to watch your bedroom door swing shut behind you. With a gentle sigh she retreated into the bedroom, still feeling the warmth on her skin where you’d head had been tucked into the crook of her neck while you slept. Her heart was a low strum in her chest, one that she knew matched the pace of yours, the two of you morphing into one single rhythm while entangled on the couch. As she pulled open the dresser to find the pyjamas you always left out for her she couldn’t help the way the corner of her lips curved up into a grin.

Falling asleep together wasn’t a problem at all. It was waking up and having to go your separate ways for the rest of the night that was the issue.

Addison woke up in the morning to the quiet clattering of you in the kitchen and the soft sound of summer rain beating against the window pane. She let out a relaxed sigh, rolling over in the bed to stretch out her body with a small groan, at least she didn’t have anything planned today for the rain to ruin. The last time she’d crashed at your place you’d left out a fresh toothbrush in the hallway bathroom and she was pleasantly surprised to find it still there, along with a face cloth and body towel in case she wanted to shower. Once she was finally refreshed, hair tossed up on the top of her head she wandered out into the main part of the house.

“Someone’s been busy.” She greeted with a small laugh and you glanced up from your spot at the island, a slightly shy smile on your cheeks.

“Oh, hey, yeah. I made breakfast.” You gestured vaguely across the island and Addison couldn’t help but chuckle again.

“I can see that.”

“I didn’t know what you liked, so I uh…” you laughed awkwardly, nearly wringing your hands, “likely made enough to probably feed a small tribe.”

As you watched Addison’s eyes sweep over the island you realized just how utterly ridiculous the entire thing was. Any overnight guest would be more than happy and thankful for a half toasted, plain bagel on the way out the door. Meanwhile you couldn’t remember if Addi preferred waffles or pancakes so you’d made both. And that wasn’t even the half of it. There were various fruits and whipped cream to be used as toppings if she didn’t want syrup, there was a plate of bacon, sausage, eggs done three different ways and two different types of hashbrowns. Bread was sitting in the toaster just waiting for her to wake up to be toasted (and not to worry, there were sourdough and multigrain options) along with a plate of sliced cheese, tomato, smoked salmon and red onion if she wanted to lean toward a breakfast sandwich option.

“I could have sworn we’ve had breakfast together before.”

“A cup of coffee from the cart and a pastry stolen from the nurses station does not count.” You offered and she laughed.

“Huh, you’re right. I guess it just felt like we regularly did.”

You occupied yourself with your coffee mug, taking a sip of the steaming beverage before you spoke again, “oh, and I picked up some of that oat vanilla creamer you like so much, it’s in the fridge.”

“God, you are just an absolute angel.” She beamed, stepping toward you to plant a kiss on the side of your head before effortlessly moving through your kitchen.

She didn’t have to think or guess, she just seemed to know exactly where everything that wasn’t currently on the island was. Addison plucked the perfect coffee mug from the cupboard, easily stepping over to the fridge to get the aforementioned creamer to add in the amount she wanted before filling up the mug.

“Plates?” She asked, turning back to you and you broke out of your trance.

“Oh, shit, guess I didn’t remember everything.” Both of you laughed as Addison turned toward another cupboard, managing to pull down to plates, passing one over to you before you grabbed whatever utensils you might need considering the amount of choices.

“Well, considering you put in such an incredible effort I think we’ve got to eat a bit of everything.” She stated, swiping a piece of bacon to munch on while she looked through the other plates, starting to fill up her own.

“Oh, Addi, no…” you protested and she tsk’d at you.

“Nope. It all looks amazing; I’m going to try all of it.” She slid a pancake onto her plate, “are you seriously telling me you can decide between sweet and savoury with all of this in front of you?”

“I guess you’re right.” You laughed, settling onto the stool across from her as you began to load up your own plate.

Now that you were focusing on eating the nerves jumping under your skin were finally able to calm down, knowing that Addison didn’t think you were as ridiculous as you felt. Especially as the two of you started to eat and she couldn’t possibly hold back her praise over how incredibly literally everything tasted, and honestly, she wasn’t wrong. You’d put way more effort into things than if you’d been cooking for just yourself and every little trick was a burst of flavour on your tastebuds.

“You know what it is?” She suddenly asked over a bite of pancake and you nodded as you put your coffee mug down.

“Once the batter’s started to solidify in the pan before flipping you add syrup right into the pancake.” You explained, “and real Canadian maple syrup from the farmer’s market, not store bought shit.”

“I guess you’re not wrong.” She laughed, examining her pancake before taking another bite and you felt your cheeks heat once again. “but I meant why I felt like a real, at home breakfast was something we regular did.”

“Oh?” You raised a brow in her direction and the smile she gave you was enough to make you completely forget how to speak.

“Because I feel like I’m home whenever you’re near me.” She reached out, briefly squeezing at your arm, “you’re just...perfect.”

“Addi…”

“Okay, fine. I know how you feel about the whole perfection thing, but you are the most perfect that you could be, especially to me. You go above and beyond being an incredible friend every day.”

“I mean, I just want you to know how much I appreciate everything you do for me.”

“You know, I take it back.” She suddenly glanced back up and you felt the nerves starting to tingle though you again. “I don’t know if friends would be the right word for how I feel when we’re together. You know me so well, better than anyone else that’s for sure. You know what I need before I’ve realized it, whether it’s a surgical instrument or day to myself so I don’t get sick, you have this magical way of anticipating everything and sometimes I don’t think I’ve shown you enough appreciation for that. Because not only the things you do, but also you mean the world to me, I hope you know that.”

Your mouth felt too dry to speak, not wanting to say something you would instantly regret, so you simply nodded instead, earning a warm smile from the other woman.

“Good.” Her hand slid across the island and she squeezed at yours, warmth blooming through your body from the point of contact all the way to the tips of your toes. When she interlocked her fingers with yours your breath caught in your throat and you were praying she couldn’t feel your pulse racing. “when I say you make me feel like home, I mean it. I don’t have to worry about anything around you, I can just… be. I’ve never felt this comfortable in my life, you’re like a—”

“Sister to you?” You interrupted and Addison stalled, her posture stiffening as she contemplated pulling her hand away from yours but you shifted oh so slightly towards her so she left it where it was.

“I was going to say partner.. but if that’s the route you want to go.” She laughed, her cheeks tinging pink as embarrassment flooded over her, “I’m pretty good at backpedalling after I’ve made a fool of myself.”

You fought the instinct to leap off your stool, knowing that now was the time to dive full into the deep end and never look back. “What?! No! No! I just… I never thought we’d end up together but here you are confessing everything to me.”

“You’ve thought about it?” She asked hesitantly, her eyes flicking back up to yours and you nodded once more, struggling to find your voice.

“Yeah… every day for the last month at least…” your voice was barely above a whisper, “hope that’s not too imposing… I thought I caught a vibe…”

“You did.” She admitted, a fluttering picking up in her chest, “I’ve been fighting off the urge to kiss you for weeks.”

“What’s stopping you now?” You blurted, apparently there was nothing holding you back anymore and she laughed softly, her thumb brushing over your knuckles.

“I guess nothing…”

Addison barely had to nudge at your hand and you were sliding off your stool towards her, your free hand pushing a piece of hair back behind her ear as you stepped between her legs.

“Hi…” You whispered and a grin took over her lips.

“Hi…”

“If I’m about to wake up and this is some wild figment of my imagination—”

“Then it’s the best dream I’ve ever had.” Addison murmured, her fingers tracing the side of your face before leaning in to close the gap between the two of you and her lips met yours.

You practically melted into her, her arm winding around your waist, pulling you impossibly close while your lips moved with grace against one another. It was a slice of heaven both of you had been waiting far too long for, lips curving up into happy grins as the kiss continued. You both lingered, perhaps too long in the morning light, just to make sure it wasn’t some kind of wild hallucination fueled by too many rom-coms, and that you weren’t about to wake up on the couch while movie credits played. Addison’s fingers tickled at your cheeks and you couldn’t help the gentle laugh that escaped your lips as you pulled away from the kiss, only to lean in again and peck her lips.

“Not a dream.” You murmured.

“Definitely not.” She replied with a smile, “now how about you go turn on some Housewives and relax with your coffee.” She squeezed at your hand, “I’ll clean this up and get all the leftovers into the fridge.”

Reluctantly, you stepped away from her, noticing that the warmth in the room, blooming in your chest and shining all the way into hers didn’t dissipate with the distance between you this time. You refilled your coffee mug before crossing into the open living room, dropping onto the couch to pick up the remote.

“Please, pack up multiple containers for yourself to take home, lord knows I won’t be able to eat all of it.”

“Who said anything about me going home anytime soon?” Addison called over her shoulder, a wicked grin on her face, her words bringing a blush to your cheeks as you sunk impossibly deeper into the couch in a fit of giggles.

You were certain, if this was a dream, it was the best one, and the most realistic one you’d ever had, and there was no way you would be forgetting the feeling of Addison’s lips on yours. However it wasn’t, and you wouldn’t have to worry about remembering the details because ten minutes later she was joining you on the couch, peppering your face in kisses that tasted like maple syrup and strawberries.

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multifandomfix · 6 months ago

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Mother Of All Problems — Addison Montgomery

Summary: When you’re brought in after an accident, your mother in called in as your emergency contact. Less than thrilled to see her due to the nature of your relationship with her, Addison is there to pick up the pieces when her being there starts to threaten your recovery.

Word Count: 1,011

Warnings: Angst, mention of injuries, reader has a toxic mother

It started with chaos, the blaring of sirens, the sharp tang of antiseptic, and the hazy realization that you’re in the hospital. Your body feels battered, your leg is immobilized in a heavy cast, and the dull ache in your ribs flares with every shallow breath.

The nurse mentions something about your emergency contact, and your heart sinks. Of course they called her. You hadn’t changed your paperwork, too afraid to make that leap, even though you’d been dating Addison for months.

When the door opens, it’s not Addison who steps in. It’s your mother.

She looks at you, her expression as sharp as the heels of her shoes clicking against the floor. “Well,” she starts, dropping her bag onto the chair. “This is quite the mess, isn’t it?”

You clench your jaw, wishing you could fade into the hospital bed. “Nice to see you too.”

“Oh, don’t be dramatic,” she says, sitting down. “What were you thinking, getting yourself into an accident like this? You never think about how your actions affect me, do you?”

You stare at the ceiling, counting the specks on the tiles, hoping it’ll keep the growing knot in your chest from tightening. But she doesn’t stop. That was one 5ing about your mother, she never relents.

“You’re always so reckless. Honestly, I don’t even know how you—”

“Mom, stop,” you manage to croak, but your voice is drowned out by hers.

The heart monitor you’re hooked up to eventually betrays you, its beeping growing erratic. She pauses long enough to glance at it before narrowing her eyes at you. “Don’t start hyperventilating like a child. This is exactly what I mean—”

The door opens again, and this time, it’s Addison.

She looks as flawless as ever, her red hair pulled back in a loose bun, her white coat slightly rumpled from what you know must have been a long day. But her eyes, those sharp, blue eyes, immediately lock onto your mother, narrowing with a fury you’ve only seen when she’s in full on surgeon mode.

“I’m sorry, but what’s going on here?” Addison’s voice is firm, cutting through the tension like a scalpel.

Your mother straightens, clearly thrown by the interruption. “And you are?”

“I’m Dr. Montgomery,” Addison replies, stepping closer. There’s no need for her to say more. Any sane person would respect the authority of a doctor when their loved one was in the hospital, but no, not your mother.

Your mother scoffs, clearly unimpressed. “I’m her mother.”

“And I’m her girlfriend,” Addison says, her voice steady and unyielding, adding yet another layer to her authority and her connection to you.

The words hang in the air, and your mother’s expression falters for a fraction of a second before hardening. “Well, as her mother, I think I have a right to be here.”

“And as her doctor, and someone who actually seems to care about her recovery,” Addison counters, crossing her arms, “I have the right to ask you to leave if your presence is detrimental to her. Which it clearly is.”

Your mother glares, her mouth opening as if to argue, but Addison doesn’t give her the chance.

“Out,” Addison orders, her tone leaving no room for negotiation.

For a moment, you think your mother might push back, but then she huffs, grabbing her bag with a dramatic flourish. She storms out, muttering something under her breath, and the door clicks shut behind her. Now that was a first. If you didn’t already love Addison as much as you did, this would be the clincher. She’d shut your mother up and made her leave. No small feat.

Addison exhales, turning to you. Her face softens instantly, and she pulls up a chair, sitting down at your bedside. “Hey,” she says gently, her fingers brushing against yours. “How are you holding up?”

You feel tears prick at the corners of your eyes, the adrenaline of the argument leaving you shaky and raw. “I’m sorry,” you whisper.

“Sorry? For what,” Addison asks, her brow furrowing.

“For…all of that,” you say, gesturing weakly toward the door. “For not putting you down as my emergency contact. For…everything.”

Addison shakes her head, her hand closing gently over yours. “You don’t have to apologize for anything. I get it. It’s a big step, and I don’t want you to feel pressured into anything you’re not ready for.”

You sniffle, a small, watery laugh escaping you. “You just kicked my mom out of the hospital.”

She smirks, leaning in closer. “She was asking for it.”

The laugh grows, breaking through the tension like sunlight after a storm. It hurts and your ribs protest with every chuckle, but it feels good, too.

Addison stays close, her other hand brushing a strand of hair from your face. “I mean it,” she says softly. “You don’t owe anyone anything right now. Least of all her. Your only job is to focus on getting better, okay?”

You nod, overwhelmed by the warmth in her voice, the steady presence she always seems to bring. “Okay.”

“Good,” she murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Now, let’s get your vitals back on track. Breathe with me, alright? Slow and steady.”

You follow her lead, her voice guiding you as you inhale and exhale, the beeping of the heart monitor gradually evening out.

When your breathing steadies, Addison leans back slightly, her hand still resting on yours. “You don’t have to decide anything now,” she says. “But if you ever want to put me down as your emergency contact…I’d be honored.”

Tears spill down your cheeks before you can stop them, but this time, they’re not from stress or frustration. “I don’t know what I’d do without you,” you whisper.

“Luckily, you don’t have to find out,” Addison replies with a soft smile, her thumb brushing gently over your knuckles.

For the rest of the evening, she stays with you, never letting go of your hand. And for the first time since the accident, you feel like everything might actually be okay.

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formulamar · 11 months ago

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she’s a ferrari - pt 2

charles leclerc x yn!ferrari

fc: Addison Rae

READ PART ONE HERE

November 2023

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YN Ferrari stuns for Donne al Potere, an Italian magazine. The interview discusses her plans to work in the motorsport industry after graduating university. It appears Miss Ferrari will be working to develop a female motorsport program 👀 presumably with Ferrari. Additionally, she delves into her passion for motorsport and how it has evolved over the years. The photoshoot took place the weekend of the Austin Grand Prix. Read here: www.donnaalpotere/numerodinovembreynferrari.com

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ln4s: she is the only woman ever

f1fan6: CAN CHARLES FIGHT

-> f1fan05: unfortunately he can 🙁

lordpercevalfan: I'm sure she's an amazing engineer!! I can't wait to see her grow

scunteriafer: cant tell if i wanna be her or be WITH her

lec4: YESSS YN IN THE PADDOCK MORE

f1fan33: you can tell @/rumorhasitf1 lovesss YN

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charlnor: Kendall Jenner is lucky YN didn't choose to be a model because DAMNNNNN

cl16fan: i'm so happy she's doing something she loves and bringing awareness to women in motorsport <3

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YN Ferrari has made her instagram account public!!!! @/ynferrari

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scunteriafer: OMG OMG OMG

sainzferrari: all the posts with fernando 🥹🥹

cl1644: CHARLES DEEP IN THOSE LIKES… SINCE 2016????

-> norrisluv: looks like he’s been down bad for awhile 😭😭

cl16fan: the highlight dedicated to her custom ferrari this QUEEN

lechairs: all the interactions with charles are so sweet 🥹🥹

sebrarri: UR TELLING ME YN HAS BEEN ATTENDING UNI IN LONDON THIS WHOLE TIME

f1fan97: lando’s comments LMAO

-> lonso14: AND nando’s replies who knew they joked so much omg

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formulaamar 🎬: first of all, thank you so much for all the support on part 1 of “she’s a ferrari” i loved reading everyone’s comments 🥹🤍. i hope you enjoy this part just as much!!! the story is not over yet so reblog if you’re interested in a part 3!!! and comment if you wanna be on my taglist 🙂‍↔️

taglist 🌷🏷️: @agmoon03 @janeh22 @kindestofkings @ttokkisbee @swiftie-4-lifes-stuff

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onegayastronaut · 6 months ago

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Dating Addison Montgomery While Being A Grey Would Include...

You were hesitant to start dating Addison because it would mean navigating a web of complicated relationships and histories, especially given her past with Derek

Your initial connection might have surprised everyone, especially Meredith, who had her own tumultuous history with Addison

Addison would admire your intelligence and ambition, traits she recognizes as distinctly "Grey," while also challenging you to rise above the infamous family drama

Sharing a dark sense of humor about the messy relationships surrounding your lives, often laughing about how absurd your connection must look to others

Addison providing guidance and mentorship in your career, while also respecting your independence

Spending time between Seattle and Los Angeles, with Addison introducing you to her world of private practice and sunlit beaches

Navigating some awkward family dynamics during gatherings, especially when Meredith and Addison exchange barbed comments that you have to diffuse

Addison being drawn to your ability to handle her fiery personality, offering her the stability and emotional depth she often craves

Bonding over shared experiences of loss and resilience, deepening your relationship beyond the surface-level attraction

Addison spoiling you with her refined taste—whether it’s surprise dinners, thoughtful gifts, or romantic weekend getaways

Fiercely defending your relationship to anyone who questions it, proving that your connection is more than just a twist of fate

Addison helping you reconcile any lingering insecurities about being a Grey, reminding you that you're more than your family's complicated legacy

Playful banter about whose surgical specialty or expertise reigns supreme

Supporting Addison through her moments of self-doubt, reminding her of the brilliant, compassionate woman she is

Building a life together that combines her sophistication and your grounded nature, proving that love can thrive despite messy beginnings

#addison montgomery #addison montgomery x reader #addison montgomery imagine #grey's anatomy #grey's anatomy imagine #grey's anatomy x reader

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pinkponyglitter · 10 months ago

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hii Are you accepting requests? If so could you do an Amelia Shepherd and Reader where they are going to have a baby?

Thank you ❤️

You need a new pet name | Amelia Shepherd x reader

notes; god, i’m so so sorry!! i’ve been inactive here for more than a year and honestly a lot of things changed, but i think it’s time to get back here! thanks for the request though!! it’s not that great, and definitely not a lot of Amelia here (i really suck at pregnancy topic, but i’m also scared of pregnancy, so i think that’s fair). this is not read proof, so if you noticed any mistakes; no you didn’t.

tags; established relationship, bisexual amelia x lesbian reader, use of pet names, pregnancy

tw; mentions of vomiting

summary; you’ve been trying for some time now, but the fate wasn’t quite on your side… or maybe it was?

words count; 1.3k

It’s been going great.

Maybe not amazing, definitely not ideal, but it was still yours and you could live with that.

Except you wanted more.

”What’s the point in trying again, baby,” you asked, plopping yourself down on the couch, “it’s not going to work anyway.”

“You don’t know, anything can happen.” Amelia sat down right next to you, wrapping her arm around your waist.

Bullshit.

You simply rolled your eyes at her words, she was always saying that. Anything can happen and you should be quiet, until you actually try. But you tried.

“We’ve been trying. I know that Naomi and Addison said that we have a good chance, but maybe they were wrong,” you shrugged. She started tracing small circles on your waist with her thumb and you leaned into her touch. “Maybe we should try other options,” you added, except you didn’t want to try anything else. At least not now.

“We still have two tries, love,” she mumbled, nuzzling her head into your neck and leaving there soft, hot kisses. “We can try other options, if you’re sure you don’t want to try anymore.”

That’s the thing, you wanted to. You were just busted that previous attempts had been big disappointing failures.

So you kept quiet and bit your lip.

“No, I think we should try again,” you said softly, and looked at Amelia who was still snuggled against your side. “Who knows, this will be our third attempt. They always say; the third time’s the charm, right?

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The morning was slow, weirdly slow. Sure yeah, Amelia was still snuggled against your side, trapping you in her firm embrace. You were tired and that wouldn’t have been weird, but you could’ve sworn you had a fever.

Great, fucking great.

“Love, you need to let me go. I need to get up,” you mumbled to the brunette who was still holding you tight. She only groaned at your words.

“No you don’t,” she mumbled back. You rolled your eyes. “You rolled your eyes, didn’t ya?” She asked, almost chuckling. “Alright, go, but please get back as soon as you can.”

“Yeah, I will,” you said and got up from the bed, almost too fast. Or maybe it was too fast, because you almost fell down on the bed again.

That is definitely weird, you should call in sick today.

So you did, you called in sick and checked your temperature. You definitely had a fever, and honestly thinking about food made you feel even worse. You ran down the stairs and decided to make yourself a cup of tea.

Tea is great, tea won’t make you throw up.

“You were supposed to get back to bed,” she said, her voice still a bit raspy from sleep.

“I’m just not feeling too well today,” you shrugged and started to make yourself tea. “I have a fever and well, even thinking about food makes me nauseous.”

“You’re staying home, right?” She asked and turned on the coffee machine, when she started actually making it you almost puked. “Woah, that bad?” You only nodded.

It was indeed that bad. Coffee never made you nauseous, the smell of the coffee never made you sick either. You took your cup and moved to the living room excusing yourself to her.

The last thing you needed was to throw up. Especially in the kitchen.

The rest of the morning was rather peaceful, although you had to dismiss Amelia without a goodbye kiss. You just simply wished her good day at work, and reminded her to text you while she can.

You didn’t want to be alone, but you didn’t really have a choice.

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In the evening you called Addison, you knew she was busy, but definitely less busy than most of your friends. Gotta love having doctors as friends. She answered almost immediately.

“Hey sweetheart, what’s up? You’re pregnant already?” She was excited, screw that, she was practically singing into your ear. You almost wanted to slap her through the phone. Too bad she was in LA, because you definitely would do that if you could.

“No, I’m sick, alone, tired, miserable and I need company,” you mumbled, fidgeting with a corner of the blanket you've been wrapped in.

“Amelia isn’t home yet?” She asked, you could hear Jake and Henry in the background.

“No, she’s not. She was pulled into emergency surgery.” You hated that part of her job, because it was unpredictable. Even though you loved her and you admired her work, you still liked to complain a bit.

Complaining doesn’t hurt anyone, does it?

“Well, alright then. I guess I can keep you company for a bit,” she started and probably moved to another room. The sounds of Jake and Henry’s bantering went quiet. “Are you sure you’re sick?”

“What do you mean?” You furrowed your eyebrows. You had a fever, you were nauseous and tired. Of course you were sick.

“You know… Sometimes you feel like that when you’re pregnant. Early pregnancy symptoms,” she clarified.

Don’t play with me, please don’t play with me.

“Addison… It’s really not funny,” you rubbed your face with your hands, but you shifted anxiously on the couch.

“You can check, you know.” Of course she would say that, but you didn’t really want to. It was still early.

“Isn’t it too early to check?” You furrowed your eyebrows, now that she said that… Maybe she wasn’t wrong?

“Maybe, but it doesn’t hurt to try, does it?”

No it doesn’t.

You bit your lip and considered your options. You could try and be extremely disappointed. Or you could just forget about it and check when it was actually time.

But you always were a bit impatient.

“I’ll check, but it’ll be your fault if I’m disappointed,” you joked. Half joked.

You don’t remember the last time you’ve been so anxious. You knew it wasn’t exactly the time to check, and you probably would just disappoint yourself, but you couldn’t help it.

Your hands were shaking, Addison was just rambling about Henry’s school fair. She really wasn’t a fan of those, but it was her son after all, and he quite frankly liked it.

“Alright, now we wait,” you said, maybe to her, maybe to yourself. You weren’t entirely sure.

Addison continued rambling, you’ve never been so grateful for her talent for that. You ran your hand through your hair and looked into the mirror, but quickly looked away. Eyes on the test, as it would disappear if you weren’t looking.

When the timer went off you almost fell down to your knees.

You were so anxious, but when you picked up this tiny piece of plastic, your jaw almost hit the floor.

“Oh my gracious God,” you mumbled, looking at two lines dumbfounded.

You were pregnant.

“Your what?” Addison pulled you out of this weird state. You actually thought it was a dream, a joke or just a defective test.

But when you picked up the second and the third test. You started crying.

“Hey, sweetheart. You okay?” She asked again, clearly feeling confused and definitely concerned.

“Oh my god, Addison… I’m pregnant,” you gasped, still looking at the tests. You really thought it would just disappear if you looked away. “I’m pregnant,” you repeated.

“Are you serious?” You didn’t know if you were. Maybe you were crazy and just imagined the whole thing. Maybe your fever was so high that you hallucinated the whole thing.

“I think so.”

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“Babe, I’m home!” You heard Amelia’s voice. You twitched anxiously.

“In the bathroom!” You yelled back, you couldn’t move. You were just leaning against the counter, and staring at the three pieces of plastic.

You were really pregnant.

“Baby… Are you okay? Why didn’t you text me back? You weren’t throwing up, were yo–“ she stopped in the doorway.

The brunette just stepped closer and looked down at the counter. You finally moved your head and looked at her.

“You need a new pet name for me,” you rasped.

And well, this is basically how the two became a three.

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