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McHottie Vs Pots

Summary: Reader forgets her POTs meds and ends up stuck in an elevator with our favourite doctor. 

TW: Periods, Fainting, getting trapped in elevators, Head injury, Dizziness, Nausea, Sprains, Chronic illness, POTs?

Words: 4067

A/n sorry this took so long guys I was in a car crash but I’m fine now lol. Also, my greys anatomy obsession is so bad rn. I was listening to the cast cover of how to save a life by the fray. Also, this fic is set somewhere around season two because I’m only on season three rn. 

The morning had been wild and you hadn’t even had time for coffee yet. First Izzie had used the last of the hot water and Mer had been entrusted with making breakfast in a massive oversight as she almost burnt down the kitchen. Then of course George hadn’t done laundry so you only had one clean pair of scrubs so it was going to be a day of dodging bodily fluids. 

So, between putting out fires both metaphorical and literal you had forgotten to take your meds. Only realising when you got out of the car at the hospital. 

You held in a groan upon realising how terrible this was going to make your life for the next twelve-hour shift. The first thing you decided to do was to go and get a big cup of coffee before changing into your scrubs. 

Once you were equipped with a massive cup of coffee and changed into your scrubs you trailed after Izzie to find your resident. It didn’t take long to find Dr Bailey who was short and proficient in assigning you all to your attendings for the shift.

“Issie you’re with Montgomery. George you’re with Shepard.” You kind of zoned out after that. As you were all dismissed you made a beeline for Issie. 

“Hey can we please swap?” You begged. 

“Why? No, you just don’t want to work with Cristina’s boyfriend.” Issie said seeming to stick with her guns on this one. 

“Please Issie,” you huffed a sigh before pulling her close to you and whispering in her ear. “I forgot my meds today so I won’t be able to stand long enough to perform surgery in the OR. Montgomery doesn’t have any surgeries scheduled I checked. Please can we swap?” You said explaining and doing your best not to seem to desperate for her to say yes. 

“Yes. Ok, fine. But you owe me a coffee after this.” She said giving in. 

You thanked her and gave her a quick hug before heading off to the NICU. Unfortunately, as soon as you made it to the lift your eyes caught on the out of order sign and sighed feeling this was going to be a long and hard day. 

Giving a resigned roll of your eyes, because this was just your luck, you checked the time on your watch. You had barely five minutes to get up to the fourth floor and you had never hated the maintenance department more in your life. 

Once you had made it up to the NICU you felt like there was significantly less air in the hospital as you huffed out exhausted short breathes. Bracing yourself on your knees you tried to control the gasping breaths you were raggedly taking.

Suddenly you heard a voice behind you.

“Do you need a minute?” The voice of Addison Montgomery said and you cringed knowing your attending for the day had seen you struggling to breath after walking up four flights of stairs. 

“Did you run up here?” She asked and you blushed slightly. 

“Something like that.” You mumbled as you straightened up to meet her eyes.

“Let’s move onto rounds then seeings you’re a sucker for a bit of masochism this fine Monday morning.” She teased and it did nothing the help the pink that dusted your cheeks. 

As you and Addison headed into the NICU you began going around through the charts. You bounced on your toes as she talked not wanting the blood to stop flowing properly around your body. 

Addison raised an eyebrow at you but said nothing as you moved on to the next baby. 

As the two of you walked over you noticed her watching you closely which only made you fidget more. As the two of you went through the rest of the babies’ charts in the NICU you continued to bounce on your toes. 

“You know L/n, the only liquid I want on these floors is that of labouring mothers.” Addison joked. “If you need to you can go.” She teased and your blush depend. 

“N-no I’m ok.” You said stumbling slightly over your words in the process of trying to stay still. 

As the two of you moved to the OB ward and began making rounds upon the expectant mothers you tried to still your movements as much as possible. 

However, it did make your head spin and your vision dip slightly. POTS was not for the weak. 

As you went to leave the last room your vision was dark around the edges and you did your best not to fall over. As you stumbled slightly tripping over your feet, you felt strong arms around your midsection. The scent of vanilla became stronger as Addison held onto you for a second before her voice found your ears. 

“L/n? You, ok?” She asked her brow furrowed in concern at your strange behaviour. 

“Sorry, must be low iron. Im … on my period.” You said blushing as you realised you just told your attending you were bleeding from a very intimate place. 

“Alright. Do you need anything?” She asked as the two of you moved into the hallway.

“No.” You cleared your throat, “No.” you said in a more confident voice. “I’m ok thank you.”

“Don’t worry about it. We’ll probably just be working on charting in y office today anyway.” Addison says. 

The two of you walked to her office chatting about an intresting case from the previous week. 

The two you sat at Addisons desk and began to sift through the endless paperwork that came with being a doctor. 

“Damn. Charting really seems to catch up to you doesn’t it.” You joked and Addison hummed in agreement as she didn’t look up from the chart she was fixing. 

The two of you continued charting for a few more hours until it was time for lunch. You had made good progress and an hour early you had slipped an earbud in that was covered by your hair. You couldn’t stand the silence and much preferred to listen to music. 

“Well, I’d say we’ve earnt a break. How about we go get some lunch and a coffee?” Addison asked and you readily agreed looking forward to a good stretch. 

Standing up you swayed on your feet again as Addison shot you another concerned look. 

“Really L/n? Do I need to draw bloods and check your iron levels myself?” She asked with a teasing tone that was edging into concerned. 

As the two of you headed to go down to the cafeteria you started towards the stairs. 

“I don’t think so Dr L/n. You’re instead on your feet as it is. No way I’m letting you walk down five flights of stairs like this.” She said in her doctor voice. 

“Four.” You grinned. 

“Excuse me?” She asked seeing confused. 

“There’s four flights of stairs.” You say with a shit eating grin. 

“You’re lucky I like you L/n.” Addison said with a soft smile back. 

As the two of you stared each out down the lift pinged and the two of you stepped inside. 

The lift shuddered as the doors a closed and your mind flashed back to the out of order sign from this morning. Hoping they had resolved the problem. The lift started descending slowly. Much, much to slowly. Before suddenly it lurched and dropped. Rather quickly it descended before slamming to a stop. 

Your head spun and you fought the urge to throw up as you blindly reached out, your vision dipping as you lost consciousness. It felt oddly reminiscent of the tilt table test you had undergone last year as a part of your diagnosis. 

At the same time as you passing out, the fall jarred Addison usually unshakable stance and her ankle rolled to the side in her red high heels. 

Gently she slid down the wall not able to take the pressure on her ankle without it screaming in protest. 

After Addison brushed the hair from her face, she saw you sprawled out on the floor. Stifling a groan as she moved over to you, addison pulled your head into her lap. Taking note of your pale face, she used a penlight to check your pupillary reflexes and text for a concussion. Even if it was rather her ex-husbands specialty, she was still a doctor after all. 

“Y/n.” She said softly tapping your cheek. “Y/n wake up.” She pressed stroking your cheek now with the back of her finger. 

As she held your head still in her lap she pulled out her phone to check if she had any bars. Unfortunately, elevator shafts were not well known for their reception. No bars.

Turning her attention back to you she began to time how long you were out, not liking that you still hadn’t come around. 

And despite your pupils reacting a little slower than she’d like you didn’t have anything more than a mild concussion. And you had a small cut on your forehead that was gently weeping blood that had begun to trickle down your temple. 

Blowing out a long breath that tapered into a sigh Addison genlty went back to stroking your cheek to try and bring you around. 

“Y/n. Wake up sweetheart.” Addison said softly, her concern only mounting as you stayed unresponsive in her lap. 

With soft fingers Addison began to brush back your hair, gently moving the strands so they wouldn’t bother you, not that they did that much whilst you were out cold. 

After another beat your eyelids began to flutter and Addison was quick to notice. 

“Y/n, honey, wake up sweetie.” She said softly worried to make a better assesment now you were waking up. “Come one sweetheart, your alright.” She said softly, her hands carding through your hair gently. 

With a soft groan you began to frown as you came around to a sharp pain in your head.

“Addison?” You asked bringing a hand to your head to shield your eyes from the light. 

“Y/n.” She replied in relief. 

“My head hurts.” You grumbled and Addison laughed. 

“I imagine it does.” She said as she carefully checked your eyes again. You sucked in a breath as the harsh light. “How are you feeling? Headache? Nausea? Dizziness?” Addison questioned.

“Headache, yes. Nausea, jury’s out. Dizziness, no, but probably yes, if I move.” You said hand still covering your eyes. 

Gently Addison pried your hand away laying her cool palm over your eyes, you sighed in relief at her slightly cold hands. 

“You feeling okay otherwise?” She asked softly mindful you had said you had a headache.

“Yeah. Yes, I’m ok. Are you alright?” You asked your mind starting to work again. 

“Twisted my ankle but otherwise I’m fine. I’m more worried about you right now. Do you know why you passed out? Is there anything I should know? Because at the moment you’re in my care and I can’t look after you without knowing all the facts.” She said and you winced as you adjusted yourself, moving to prop yourself up on your elbows.

“Ahh ah ah. No, stay down sweetheart.” Addison said pressing her hand to your chest to gently push you back down into her lap.

“I should take a look at your ankle.” You said.

“Barely hurts anymore.” She deadpanned, “You’re avoiding the question.” She said with a frown. “You’re not just on your period, are you?” She asked and you blushed to the tips of your ears. 

“Well, it certainly doesn’t help.” You grumbled. 

“Help what? Seriously L/n this is like pulling teeth.” She huffed. 

“What happened to Y/n? Dr Montgomery.” You teased. 

“Well, seeing’s you’ve made yourself at home in my lap I thought we had progressed to a first name basis.” She said. “Now Seriously, you’re going to tell me what’s wrong or so help me god-“ 

“I forgot my meds this morning.” You blurted out, playing with your fingers and avoiding eye contact. 

“Meds for what.” She asked and you mumbled something under your breath. 

“I couldn’t hear that sweetie. Meds for what Y/n?” She asked again softly turning your head to face her with her fingers gently holding your chin. 

“POTS.” You said softly.

“Pots?” Addison repeated. 

“It stands for postural- “ “Orthostatic tachycardia, yes Y/n I do know what POTs is. What I don’t understand is how you’ve managed to keep that little fact to yourself for so long.” She asked with nothing but kindness lingering in her eyes. 

“The meds certainly help. And on a bad day the others trade off for whoever has the least surgical cases. That way we both win.” You said and she frowned. 

“Is that why you’re with me so often?” Addison asked softly.

“That and I enjoy working with you Dr Montgomery.” You said with a soft smile. 

“I thought it was Addison right now.” She teased. 

“Alright. It’s because I enjoy working with you Dr Addison.” You grinned and Addison rolled her eyes and huffed out a short chuckle. “And I also really am on my period right now so it was a two for one special.” You said and Addison laughed properly this time. 

“Damn L/n the universe really hates you huh?” She grinned. 

“Well personally I blame all you attendings for constantly taking advantage of the elevator’s emergency stop button. It was bound to stop working after the years of abuse it’s been through.” You said grinning. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about their L/n.” Addison said. 

“Im sure you don’t Montgomery.” You said with a teasing lilt in your tone. 

“I guess all we can do now is sit and wait.” Addison said. 

“Well, I doubt we have good reception right now anyway. Too bad, this would be the perfect place to watch a good movie.” You said. 

“Really? That’s what you’re thinking about right now?” She asked with an amused look. 

“Think about it, theres nobody to bother us for at least a good half hour. We could make good headway on a movie in that time addie.” You said with a loopy smile. 

Addison smiled down at you not missing the nickname you had called her. “You defiantly have a concussion, Y/n/n.” She teased brushing a strand of hair out of your face with a gentle touch. 

“Excuse me,” you said acting offended as you put a hand on your chest. “My great ideas shall not be accredited to my alleged concussion.” You said in mock offence. 

“Sure. Sure. Because as a doctor I can only make alleged diagnosis. You have a concussion L/n. No doubt about it.” She said with a teasing lilt in her tone. 

“Can I see your CT then Dr Montgomery?” You asked with a lopsided grin.

“Sure. As soon as we get out of here, I’ll take you straight down to get a CT myself sweetheart.” She said with a wink and you groaned. 

“That’s not what I meant. I do NOT need a CT thank you addie.” You said flashing here your best puppy eyes. 

“What happened to Dr Montgomery?” She teased. “And yes. You are one hundred percent getting a CT when we get out of here. I can either take you down or I can get Derek to do it.” She said with a devilish grin and you groaned. 

“No. Not Derek. Anyone but Derek addie.” You whined and she smirked at you. 

“How about … Dr Montgomery takes you then?” She asked and you nodded with a loopy smile. Something about her referring to herself in the third person was undeniably hot for some reason. 

“I would love that Dr Addie.” You laughed and she cracked a smile, pulling you closer in her lap while being mindful not to throw your head around too much because of the potential head injury you may or may not be sporting. 

Just as she finished situating you in a slightly more comfortable position there was a grinding noise just before the lift dropped a few floors. The screech of the metal on metal hurt your head and your vision was swimming. 

As the lift lurched Addison was careful to try and stabilise your head, not wanting you to get hurt further. When the lift jolted to a stop, she was quick to asses any damage. 

“Y/n? Y/n. Open your eyes sweetheart.” She pressed gently stroking your cheek thinking you had passed out again.

You hadn’t. Your headache was simply ramping up from the noise and the fact your head was spinning slightly. 

“‘M awake Addie.” You mumbled and Addison sighed with relief. “I didn’ pass out. Just dizzy.” You said not opening your eyes still. 

“That’s not a good sign y/n.” She said sounding much more alert. 

“I do think I know that.” You said with a grin as Addison gently pulled out the pocket light again to assess your pupils’ reaction. 

Carefully she lifted one eyelid and gently flashed the light in your eyes not without complaint from you though as the light made your vision spin more. 

“Ow stop.” You said weakly swatting her hand away. Gently she took your hands in one of hers and rested them atop your chest. 

“Shh y/n you know I have to check your head injury isn’t getting worse. Just squeeze my hand, ok?” She said and you let out a small whimper only making you more mortified.

Addison was careful as she checked your other pupil before her soft fingers began stroking your cheek. 

“You with me sweetheart?” She asked softly mindful of the headache you had. 

“Yeah.” You mumbled and Addison sighed softly in relief. 

“Alright. We should be getting out of here soon. If I hadn’t left my pager in my locker this might have been a bit better.” She sighed. 

“My battery’s dead in mine.” You frowned and she huffed a short laugh. 

“Of course it is.” Addison said with a playful and amused grin. 

It was quiet for a second as both of you listened to the quietness in the elevator shaft. You were both listening for the sounds of a rescue but it seemed either the walls were too thick to hear anything or nobody had noticed yet. 

“Addison?” You asked softly. 

“Yes honey?” Addison responded.

“I don’t feel great.” You mumbled and Addison looked down at the pale pallor your face had taken on.

“What hurts?” She asked swapping back to doctor mode. 

“Nothing new I’m just dizzy. Lifts spinning.” You said shutting your eyes in order to get rid of the swirling colours that were playing around the edges of your vision. 

“Alright. You definitely need a head CT. We should be getting out of here soon and I’ll see to it that you’re taken care of. Okay?” She asked with one of her hands softly rubbing your bicep. 

“Sounds good.” You said with a small half smile. “How’s your ankle?” You asked suddenly remembering her falling. 

“Its alright. I don’t think it was even twisted really, doesn’t hurt anymore and there’s no swelling.” Addison said as she felt the joint in her hands to check for any further issues only to find none. 

“That’s good.” You said absentmindedly. 

“Means I can come with you to make sure you get your head CT.” Addison said softly.

“Addison?” You said after a second. 

“Yeah?” 

“I’m tired.” You said and despite the alarm bells going off in Addison head she knew you were an intern and were probably tired pre-head injury too.

“Close your eyes. Rest a little, but know I will be waking you up to check your head until we can confirm it’s not an issue.” Addison said and you didn’t have the energy to argue as you drifted off. 

Addison was studying your relaxed features carefully as you slept. You looked younger without the pinched lines in your brow or the wrinkle in your forehead. Both were products of the stress associated with the job but she hadn’t seen you without them before and you looked … well, you looked peaceful. Tired but peaceful. 

Addison couldn’t help herself as she tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear as you slept. Checking her watch, she counted the minutes until she was going to wake you up and reassess. It was cute the way you slept. Mouth slightly open and occasionally twitching in your sleep. 

After a good half hour Addison was getting ready to wake you when the doors began to separate. Suddenly she heard Richard’s voice as the doors were pried open. 

“Addison?” Richard called. “Are you hurt? Anyone with you?” He asked. 

“I’m okay. But I have Dr L/n here and she’s hurt. Needs a head CT at the very least.” Addison responded.

The lift seemed to be stopped halfway below the floor so it was a step up to get out. 

“I’ll send someone for a stretcher.” He began but your voice cut in.

“I’m fine. I can walk.” You said and Addison almost jumped not realising you were awake. 

“Alright l/n.” Richard called and Addison helped you sit up.

Once both of you were standing Addison stepped up out of the elevator first before offering her hand to you and pulling you up also. 

Unfortunately, Richard may have passed on the stretcher but had called for a wheelchair. 

“Nuh uh. Not happening. I can walk just fine.” You began, crossing your arms and Addison fixed you with her best attending stare and you felt your resolve crumbling. 

“Very much happening L/n. Now sit and I’ll drive or I’ll call Karev and he can drive.” She said and you glared at your shoes but sat in the damn chair. 

Once Addison had pushed you to the CT room, she helped you onto the bed and got you settled before heading out to watch the monitor for results of the scan. 

Once Addison was satisfied you did not, in fact, have a concussion she took you up to her office and gently laid you down on the couch.

“I have some work to do but I expect you to rest. Is that clear y/n?” she asked with a pointed look and you nodded. Stifling a yawn as her known eyes swept over your form. Quietly she slipped off her white coat and draped it over you.

The smell of Addison’s expensive perfume helped lull you to sleep as you heard her footsteps retreat back to her desk. 

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can I request Addison Montgomery x f!reader where they almost kiss like 4 times throughout the work day (they’re not together yet) but always get interrupted. Maybe at the end Addison finally kisses reader! Thank you!

Timing was never Addison's specialty. At least, not outside a hospital. All of the razor-sharp skills, instincts, and prowess that served her so well in the OR seemed to disappear entirely when it came to her love life.

With you, that cycle had continued. She had come to Grey-Sloan Memorial to aid the hospital in its attempt to regain its former reputation, figuring a change of scenery and the opportunity to connect with old friends might be refreshing. What she was not expecting was to have the "no workplace romances" rule she had set for herself tested on her first day.

"Dr. L/N is your new ortho attending. She may be nicer than I am, but I expect you to treat her with the same respect and fear that you give me. Is that clear?"

Dr. Bailey's voice cut through the chaos of the bustling hospital hallway, pulling Addison's focus from the chart in her hands. The redhead looked up and over towards the huddle of fidgeting interns she was addressing, then immediately at you.

Not what you're here for, she thought to herself after realizing she was staring. Nevertheless, she indulged for a few seconds more before finally returning her gaze to her chart.

Addison's resolve to avoid the way you had caught her eye didn't last long. Amelia was partially to blame, as you and the neurosurgeon apparently hit it off when collaborating on a trauma patient. As your paths crossed more, Addison found herself dismayed to discover that your personality only added fuel to the fire.

Then came the night Amelia had invited her to the viewing gallery to watch one of your surgeries. Addison had nearly escaped the hospital for the night when the other woman caught her, a hopeful expression on her face.

"Wanna come watch Y/N finish rebuilding some football guy's knee? I'll buy us all dinner afterwards," Amelia said, drawing out the last word in a sing-song tone.

A knot formed in Addison's stomach at the thought of going to dinner with you, but the pleading look on the other woman's face and the fact that she didn't have a good excuse conjured up meant she couldn't say no.

And so, Addison begrudgingly followed the other surgeon into the nearest elevator and into the gallery of the OR you were operating in. As she settled into the chair beside Amelia's, Addison's gaze did the same on you.

"Ugh, that's gonna be a long recovery," Amelia noted, observing the array of hardware you had already fixed to the bone that had been exposed. "I'd hate to have that guy on my fantasy team."

"You don't have a fantasy team."

"Touche," Amelia chuckled, seemingly unaware of how the woman beside her hadn't looked once at the actual incision in the patient's knee. Addison was instead watching the way you were motioning for one of the interns to take over, waving the smaller woman around to your side of the operating table. Her brow furrowed as the distance between your bodies narrowed, and you remained behind the surgeon-in-training to deliver instructions.

"Ooh, nice. If she's letting the intern take over, they're probably about to close up."

"Looks like she might let the intern do more than take over," Addison snorted, unable to suppress the jealousy that was bubbling up as you leaned over the intern's shoulder to get a closer look. Her eyes narrowed, remaining on you and missing the way Amelia whipped her head to stare at her, a smile spreading across her face.

"Is there a reason that might bother you? Besides the questionable ethics of a mentor-mentee relationship?"

"No."

Addison didn't move a muscle to glance in Amelia's direction, but her arms crossed in front of her chest in a weak defense. After a few seconds, she relented.

"Maybe."

"Addie," Amelia swatted her friend's arm and grinned.

"Amelia, don't."

"But don't you think there's a reason that I'm so excited? That perhaps I might be privy to some sensitive information?" Amelia persisted, finally earning herself the redhead's attention.

"What are you talking about?"

"Look-" Amelia put her hands up in mock surrender, "-all I can say is, I don't think you have to worry about Y/N going after any interns. Sources say she's got eyes for someone else."

And that's when Addison really started overthinking things. Knowing the attraction was mutual should have been all the encouragement she needed, and Amelia certainly wasn't a subtle wing-woman. But still, Addison hadn't been able to bring herself to make a move that night and of course after that, opportunities were few and far between.

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Grey-Sloan Memorial, though usually a busy hospital, was absolutely abuzz when Addison arrived that morning. She tried her best to ignore the chatter as she got updates from the departing overnight staff and prepared for rounds, but your name pricked up her ears more than once. Unable to go any longer without satisfying her curiosity, she turned to the closest available intern and tapped their shoulder.

"What's so important that you aren't discussing the questions you all missed on this morning's rounds?"

"Oh, Dr. Montgomery-" the startled intern shifted nervously under her gaze, glancing over at his peers for help, "-we were just discussing Dr. L/N's surgery later. She's undoing one of those botched overseas leg-lengthening situations and we're all hoping to watch."

"Well then I suggest you all get a move on and stop crowding up the hallway if you want to done in time," Addison responded. The three young adults scattered, charts tucked under their arms, leaving her to begin her journey to track you down.

Addison checked the ortho wing and surgeons lounge before she eventually found staring at x-rays in one of the imaging rooms. She hesitated outside the door, uncertain of whether or not she wanted to break your focus just to wish you good luck. She managed to talk herself half-way out of it by the time you glanced over at her as if you had felt her gaze. The redhead forced a quick smile and let herself into the room as if she had already been on her way in.

"Hey, sorry to interrupt. Just wanted to drop by and say good luck later. Your surgery is the talk of the town with my interns."

"Great," you sighed, hands dropping from where they had rested on your hips, "I don't suppose I could pay you to lock everyone out of the gallery later, could I?"

Addison's eyes widened as she realized you were nervous, a state she hadn't yet seen you in before. Though you were by no means as cocky as some of your predecessors, you had a collected confidence about you that Addison had assumed was second-nature by now.

"Don't tell me you're anxious about an audience. Surely you've had a crowd before?"

"It's been a while," you admitted, somewhat sheepish. "My last hospital didn't get a lot of big cases, and most of the OR's didn't even have a viewing gallery."

"But you don't mind when Amelia and I sit in."

Addison stepped further into the room to stand beside you in front of the x-rays lit upon the wall. She studied the mess of metal that you were planning to remove, selfishly wishing she had the afternoon free so that she could join the interns in watching you go about the feat.

"That's different. Much different," you scoffed. "I'd feel better if you were there."

You went back to studying the black and white images, but Addison could only focus on the last statement you had made. Suddenly very aware of the fact that you two were alone, the redhead let another somewhat selfish thought cross her mind. Her hand twitched at her side, just about to reach out and touch yours when the sound of the door opening made her stop short.

And before she knew it, one of the interns on your service had come to whisk you away for some reason Addison hadn't even heard over the sound of her pulse thudding in her ears. Swearing under her breath, the redhead once again cursed her lack of timing as she set about what was sure to be a very long day.

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Despite the fact that her day was in fact long, Addison nevertheless found herself amidst the crowd of surgeons that had descended on the bar across the street from the hospital. Word traveled quickly through the hospital, and she doubted you had even finished updating your patient's family by the time she overheard a pair of nurses mentioning that your surgery had been a success. Amelia was stuck in surgery still, so Addison was forced to attend the impromptu celebration alone.

Your interns, to your credit, seemed to adore you and by the time that Addison walked into the bar they had you surrounded. She watched as you shook your head at them insistently, a smile betraying your efforts to deny the tray of shots that had been delivered to the table. Apparently not immune to peer-pressure, it didn't take long for them to convince you to participate.

Addison almost didn't hear the bartender repeatedly asking if she wanted a drink, too enamored by the way you arched your head back to take the shot.

"Sorry," she apologized, snapping out of her trance and taking a seat at the bar once the younger man finally managed to catch her attention. "Just a Merlot is fine, thank you."

Addison sipped her wine and scrolled on her phone, telling herself in five minute intervals that she would get up and make her way over to the corner of the bar your interns had claimed for the night. She was halfway through her second glass when she saw a blur of movement to her right and felt someone settle into the barstool beside her own.

"I thought you'd be too classy for a place like this."

You smiled, tilting your head at the redhead and then glancing around at the bar as if to emphasize your point. It was clear that you were now devoid of all the nerves that had plagued you that morning, and also maybe a little drunk.

"I'll admit, it's not my usual scene. But I wanted to drop by and congratulate you before I head home for the night. My interns are very loud talkers and from what I heard, you did a gorgeous job."

"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were keeping tabs on me today. Not that I mind."

A laugh caught in Addison's throat at the light accusation, and she moved to pick up her wine glass to avoid fumbling over her words. She could only drink for so long, however. As the stem of the glass touched back down on the bar, she felt herself starting to blush over her apparent speechlessness.

"Would you mind," you spoke again, leaning closer, "-if I kissed you while my interns are distracted?"

Addison nodded, relief flooding her system as you mercifully let her stop floundering and closed the remaining distance between the two of you.

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The Quiet Things

Pairing: Addison Montgomery x Disabled!Reader Summary: Mornings are slower now and your body makes you work for it. But Addison is already in the kitchen, humming to herself like it's a love song. Tags: disabled!reader, depictions of chronic pain, mobility issues, no use of y/n, fem!reader, quiet intimacy, soft mornings, everyday care as love, slow and gentle, small acts of service, reader frustration with disability, morning routine with disability, addison being endlessly patient and loving, domesticity, fluff, established relationship, chronic illness feels, accessible home environment, internalised ableism, a very kind fic Word count: 1.9k words.

It's quiet.

Not the anxious, tiptoe-around-it kind of quiet that means something bad is coming. Not the temporary hush that exists between Henry's shrieks of delight or Addison's inevitable crash through the kitchen when she's late and pretending not to be. This is real quiet—a lazy, honey-thick calm that drapes itself over the house and refuses to budge.

You don't question it. You just breathe it in, like it's a blessing you might scare away if you even think too loudly. It wraps around you like an old jumper that smells like someone you love. Familiar. Safe. A rare, golden silence that feels earned. It doesn't rush you, doesn't pull you forward. It simply lets you exist. It holds space for you—without expectation or noise—and invites you to simply be.

The morning sunlight spills through the open balcony doors in wide ribbons, catching the edge of the duvet pooled around your waist. The light glints against the polished wood of the floor, dances along the white walls, and glows at the edges of the curtain like a whispered promise. There's warmth on your skin already, not the oppressive kind LA throws at you in July, but a soft, golden wash that seems content to linger, as if the universe has paused just for you. The only sound is your own steady breathing, slow and intentional, accompanied by the creak of the bed as you shift beneath the sheets, adjusting to the new day one muscle at a time. The sheets are slightly twisted around your legs, and you make a slow, conscious effort to untangle yourself, wincing at the brief pull in your hip.

You stretch, slowly, carefully—a deliberate negotiation with your body. Your legs resist with a dull ache that reminds you today might be a good day, but it won't be effortless. That small resistance is familiar, woven into your morning like the scent of soap on Addison's collar or the distant sound of cars on Melrose. The stiffness clings to your joints like a second skin, but you're used to it. You move through it like fog, step by step, breath by breath. There is no urgency here. Just the quiet, and you in the centre of it, aware of your body in a way that isn't sharp or cruel, but measured. Practiced. This is your normal. And on mornings like this, normal feels kind. The duvet slides away as you reach for the edge of the bed. You place your feet on the cool wood, pausing to centre your weight before standing. One step, then another, steady as you go.

From deeper inside the house, you hear her before you see her—the familiar clink of mugs, the low whirr of the grinder, a faint hum that might be her singing something under her breath. The sound is muffled but bright, a private melody you can't quite place but know is for no one else. A pot of water hisses on the stove, footsteps pad across tile, a cupboard creaks. These are the sounds of someone loving you in the quiet ways. Not declarations. Not grand gestures. Just rhythm. Just presence. You smile to yourself before she even appears, leaning against the doorway to the balcony and breathing in the scent of sun-warmed jasmine from the potted plant Addison insists she can keep alive this time.

A minute later, Addison steps into view. Barefoot. Her hair scraped into a half-hearted bun that looks like it was done with one hand while the other poured coffee. Her pyjamas hang loose on her frame, old, soft cotton that you've seen in both emergency midnight calls and sleepy Sunday mornings like this. One sleeve is pushed up higher than the other. A spot of toothpaste lingers at the corner of her mouth. She carries two mugs with the reverence of someone holding something sacred. She stops for a moment, looking at you, her smile deepening as if seeing you there is the final piece to her morning.

She moves with that graceful, unhurried confidence she always seems to have in the early hours. The coffee smells like roasted almonds and vanilla. Just the way you like it. She's smiling in that barely-there way that means she's fully at peace, and the sight of her framed in sunlight is enough to make your chest expand with something too big for words. It's in moments like these, you remember that love is not the dramatic crescendo, but the long, low note that sustains. It hums beneath everything. The mug she offers you is warm, and you wrap your hands around it, careful, trying to readjust your grip subtly.

"You're spoiling me," you murmur as she steps onto the balcony and hands one to you.

"I'm well aware," she says, smirking, settling into the chair beside you. "But let's not pretend you don't deserve it."

The ceramic is warm against your fingers. You lift it carefully, concentrating. But your grip isn't what it used to be. Your fingers twitch, uncooperative, unreliable. There's a sharp, betraying jerk of your wrist, and suddenly the rim slips. Not far, but enough. Hot liquid splashes over your hand, running in rivulets down your knuckles and onto the robe you're wearing. The sting is immediate. The embarrassment, even sharper. It's not just the mess—it's the reminder. The small, quiet failure. The frustration of being caught off guard by your own body. Again.

You flinch. Not just from the heat—though it does sting—but from the flash of helplessness that crashes through you before you can stop it. It's not the first time. It won't be the last. Still, the frustration lands hard, rising from the pit of your stomach and curling up your spine like smoke from a fire you can't smother. You bite your tongue, but the words force their way out anyway.

"Damn it," you hiss, more at yourself than anything else, setting the mug down too fast. It wobbles before settling, sloshing slightly. The coffee leaves a ring on the table. Your chest tightens. You're so tired of these moments. So very tired.

But Addison's already moving. Not with panic. With instinct. Calm, quiet, knowing. She's beside you in an instant.

She kneels in front of you without saying a word. Takes your hand in hers like it's something sacred. Her fingers are cool and deft, wiping the coffee from your skin with the sleeve of her pyjama top. Her touch is light but steady, her movements gentle, efficient. She traces a thumb along your wrist like she's reading your pulse, anchoring you to the moment. Her eyes find yours. They don't waver.

"It's alright," she says, soft but certain. No pity in her voice. Just presence. Just Addison.

You shake your head, jaw tight. "I hate this."

It slips out before you can stop it. The vulnerability, raw and unwanted, scrapes at your pride. You lower your eyes, not sure what you'll see in hers. Maybe disappointment. Maybe sympathy. But not Addison. Not today.

She doesn't flinch. Doesn't sigh or rush to hush it away with empty comfort. She just finishes drying your hand, then leans in and presses her lips to the centre of your forehead, right between your brows, like she's sealing the frustration back into the earth and replacing it with something steadier. Something warmer. Something true. She breathes you in, like the scent of your skin is the only answer she'll ever need.

"I know," she says simply. "But you're still here. Still you. Still brilliant."

You don't answer right away. Your throat feels too tight to trust. But your chest aches in the best way—an ache that says you're seen. Loved. Understood. You nod, barely. She squeezes your hand gently, a pulse of reassurance.

She picks the mug back up, checks how much you've lost, and hands it to you again. Her fingers brush yours for a moment longer than necessary, grounding you. There's no urgency, no pressure. Just an invitation back into the morning. You take the mug again, and this time it stays steady. You sip. It's perfect. Warm. Comforting. Yours.

"This time I'll just stay close," she says, curling back into her chair beside you, "in case you want help pretending you don't need any."

You laugh—a short, honest sound that scrapes loose some of the tension. You lean back, sip more carefully, and find the coffee is still warm. Still good. Still exactly what you need. The steam curls upward in delicate spirals, vanishing into the open air.

Addison tucks one leg beneath her, facing slightly toward you. She takes a sip from her own mug and sighs, the sound deep and satisfied. The breeze flutters through her hair, and a few strands slip loose from the bun, catching the light like strands of copper. You could live in this image forever—her, here, like this. Unbothered. Unhurried. Entirely yours. The kind of quiet that makes you believe nothing could ever go wrong again. And if it did, she'd be right there. Just like this.

The city sprawls beneath the balcony, a pastel blur still wiping the sleep from its eyes. Low-rise buildings stretch out toward the horizon, softened by distance and smog. Somewhere down the street, someone's dog barks twice, you hear the buzz of a lawnmower a few houses over, a car door slams, a child laughs. The world is waking up, stretching out its limbs and shuffling toward the start of another day. A hummingbird buzzes past, hovers at the potted jasmine before darting away. Somewhere, wind chimes catch the breeze. A neighbour's radio begins to play a mellow tune, barely audible but oddly fitting. The scent of toast drifts from a nearby window. A cat slinks across a garden wall, tail flicking with casual arrogance.

But up here, you and Addison are still. Unmoving. A quiet island of calm in the middle of it all. You sit side by side, your knees almost touching, your breaths slow and synchronised without effort. Your fingers brush when you both shift slightly. She doesn't pull away. If anything, her hand finds yours. Her thumb rubs slow circles into the back of it. The kind of touch you don't notice at first, but miss as soon as it's gone. You glance at her. She's already looking at you. Her gaze softens further, and for a moment, there is nothing in the world but this—this chair, this coffee, this woman, this stillness.

Neither of you speaks for a long time. But there's nothing that needs to be said. Not right now. Not with the air so soft and the morning so generous. Not with the city waking slowly, and the moment stretching out wide around you like a promise. You lean your head lightly against her shoulder, and she lets it rest there, unmoving.

Your coffee is still warm. Her hand is still nearby. The morning is still yours. The love between you—quiet, solid, undeniable—settles over your shoulders like a blanket.

For now, that's enough. It really is.

[emilys-bangs]

𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 | 𝐚.𝐦

Tags: fluff, flustered addison, reader is a little shit lol, they're in that bar I can't remember the name of but nobody drinks, no use of yn

Summary: Addison is trying to ask you out. You're trying to make the blush on her cheeks last longer.

Word count: 0.6k

If this is ooc I'll just kms no worries <3

The thing about surgeons is that they think they're god.

The thing about Addison Montgomery is that for all that blustering confidence, her unshakeable pride, she trips over her words and blushes pink as she stands in front of you, out of her scrubs and in tailored designer. Her hair is loose and pretty around her shoulders, long fingers fidgeting, the question right on her tongue, all but falling into your lap. Almost, but not quite there yet.

You have to say, you're enjoying the front row seat to Seattle's most successful neonatal surgeon stumbling at your feet.

"Dinner?" You grin, arms crossed on the edge of the bar. She's already flushed, her hair tucked and un-tucked behind her ear a dozen times in the span of three minutes, and you'll give in, you will, but you want to draw it out first.

Addison nods.

"You mean, like, with the girls?"

"What?" Her eyes widen. She stares at you for a second, trying to gauge if you're joking, before a nervous laugh bubbles from her chest. "No, that's not—not with anyone, I meant just…us." Her voice trails off, hands flexing on the edge of the bar. Lovely hands, you think, your eyes dropping down to where her wrist curves into her thumb, slender bones shifting under the thin cover of her skin. One goes up, to her ear; she pushes a few coppery strands back, and you hide your smile in the hinge of your shoulder. "Just you and me," she repeats, as if to get it through your head. Her voice is softer now, layered under the din of the bar. Losing conviction.

You edge a little closer, bridging the gap just enough to see the faint pulse between her collarbones. You raise your eyes to hers, let the rush of that glacial blue wash over you with a faint shiver down your spine.

"So, like a date?" You ask.

You're sure that if she were drinking she'd have choked. Her inhale is sharp, her chest expanding, chin ducking as she nods one two three times, the flush crawling down her jaw.

"Yes." She manages.

That should've been enough. It should've been more than enough.

But.

Your smile stretches coy, seeping into your voice. "Platonic date?"

"Those don't exist." Addison snaps, her eyes going narrow.

You laugh. Her shyness melts to exasperation, a pointed set to her jaw that has your veins burning.

"You're fucking with me." She exclaims.

"I'm not," you promise.

"No, you are."

"Addie." You say warmly, taking her hand. She immediately goes still again, her breath hitching. "I'd love to go on a non-platonic dinner date with you, just the two of us." You hold her gaze, your thumb skating over her knuckles. "That's what this is, right?"

Addison swallows.

"Yes." She says.

You smile, softer now, giving her hand a squeeze. "Well then, I'd love to." You say genuinely.

Her chest expands with a deep inhale. You're looking at her far after she looks away, another laugh tickling your mouth.

"Oh my god." Addison shakes her head, pressing a hand into her eye. You're more than ridiculously pleased that the other one is still trapped beneath yours on the bar. "You were enjoying that, weren't you?"

You look at her with all the innocence of a saint. "I just didn't want to understand you wrong. Get the wrong idea, you know."

"Liar."

You shrug, your teeth biting down on your lip. "You're cute when you're flustered."

Addison takes her hand back, tucks it into her body as she crosses her arms. The loss doesn't make you feel cold. You're hot all over.

"Yeah, well, don't get used to it." She mutters, the corners of her mouth lifting.

Much to her dismay, you do get used to it.

[ynscrazylife]

Being Addison's ex and coming back to work in the same hospital, headcannons.

Being Addison Montgomery’s Ex Would Include . . .

You and Addison had dated in college, both being pre-med, but started to drift when you two went to different medical schools.

You arrived to Seattle Grace Hospital shortly after Addison and Derek’s divorce. Addison was surprised to see you and things were bittersweet on both your guys’ ends.

You and Addison remained polite and you made friends with some of the other doctors. Addison was surprised to find her getting jealous when she saw one of the residents flirting with you, though, and a little relieved when you turned them down.

You two only started talking, though, after the incident with the patient’s neurotoxic blood. You had been one of the doctors in the OR operating on the patient and when Addison found out, she couldn’t help but be worried about you.

Afterwards, when she was finished with the oxygen mask, she felt compelled to check up on you and even a little nervous.

You were touched that she checked up on you and seemed to feel naturally protective, insisting that you get some rest when you mentioned wanting to get back to work. When you pointed out that she was also exposed to the blood, she pointed out that you had fainted whereas she had not. This bickering, just like how you remembered, caused some butterflies in your stomach.

After a nice conversation, Addison said how she didn’t want you to be alone tonight, as she was worried about something happening. Now, you couldn’t deny that seeing her again had reignited a spark inside you, so you carefully suggested she come over.

The smile that lit up her face took your breath away and she agreed. It seemed that you guys were in sync and fell into a coordinated rhythm as she helped you gather your things.

Addison had taken the ferry to the hospital that morning, so you went for your car. Memories of date nights and driving around flooded Addison when she realized that your car was the same. You wanted to drive, but Addison insisted you give her the keys.

“I’ve driven this car how many times, Y/N?”

Addison drove back to your house and helped you get settled. She was quite the mother hen, fussing over you and asking you if you needed anything. You had to admit, you were enjoying this just a teeny bit.

The moment you tried to give Addison your bed, though? The bickering started again. Which ended in you throwing a pillow at Addison and her threatening you because “I know all your tickle spots, Y/N!”

In the end, you guys ended up being unable to sleep and had long talks full of reminiscing and laughter over glasses of red wine.

In the morning, you woke up cuddled up against her. You thought you’d feel weird about it and even though the last time this happened was 20 years ago . . . Things just felt right. So you drifted back to sleep.

Of course, you guys ended up missing your alarms and being late to work.

Addison was still a little worried the next day and kept checking up on you. Eventually, you went out for lunch. When Addison talked to Callie later, her friend kept laying down the hints that maybe something was going to happen between you and Addison. Addison found herself actually desiring that.

After this, you guys were friendly for a while, but inside both of you, there was an ache of wanting more.

It was only when Addison began thinking about moving to Seattle. Things seemed clear for her but then she thought about you and suddenly, it wasn’t clear anymore.

She didn’t want to tell you. It felt like telling you that she was going to a different school for medicine all those years ago.

And when she did end up telling you she was planning on moving, she was quite nervous and fidgety. You just felt hollow.

“Is it because of me?”

Addison was quick to assure you that it wasn’t. She said that it was difficult being at the hospital where there were a lot of painful memories for her.

You understood this, but you also didn’t want Addison to leave again.

You two kept going back and forth about it until you said something like:

“Screw them! Screw Derek, screw Mark, screw all of them. You have nothing to feel embarrassed or ashamed about. You did your best to make that marriage work. If you feel you have to leave, I get that . . . But I don’t know if I can say goodbye to you again. Having you back in my life . . . It’s like spring has sprung and the flowers are blooming.”

And oh, Addison was charmed. In that moment, she wanted to kiss you.

But, things were still a little messy. She was cautious about jumping in a relationship so soon after her divorce.

So you guys agreed to take it slow, to allow Addison to fully get over Derek.

After a couple weeks, she decided she’d stay at Seattle Grace.

Months passed and you two kept up a friendship. It was difficult to be near each other without being with each other but eventually, you guys got there.

Addison had been in the gallery one day, watching you do a difficult, intense survey. It was hours long, reaching well into the night, and she was awed by you. It was over the course of these hours that she knew she couldn’t wait any longer — she needed you.

When you finally completed the pivotal point in the surgery, Addison was on her feet clapping for you. Your eyes met and there was this gleam in them that Addison wanted to see every single day.

At the end of the surgery, she was barely able to wait for you to scrub out and change out of your scrubs. Once you did, she nearly tackled you to the floor with a hug, professing her feelings for you and apologizing for how things ended after college.

This caught you off guard, but you saw how excited Addison was. You invited her over to your house and once again, you guys had a talk over glasses of red wine. Things got sorted out. Feelings were confessed.

Addison kissed you in your kitchen, with an old romantic song on, slow dancing and dipping you, making you laugh.

The night was messy. It was tiring. It was long. But it was also perfect.

Addison spent the night there, watching over you and cooing at how adorable you were when you fell asleep. She was happy to have her arms around you and from there — your relationship bloomed just like the flowers.

[augustvandyne]

Addie x reader !

Addie meets readers parents for the first time and it doesn’t go well, Addie comforts reader after

if you’re lactose intolerant i’m sorry

ice cream

“You don’t have to come in,” You bit your lip nervously as you look out the passenger side window.

“I came with you,” Addison places her hand on your knee. “I’m coming in. I wouldn’t rather be doing this with anyone else.”

“Okay,” You smile softly, leaning in for a short kiss.

“Come on,” Addison pinches your chin between her thumb and side of her pointer finger as you lean in for another kiss.

“Just one more,” You beg.

Addison chuckles with a shake of her head, but reluctantly leans in for another.

“Okay. Now I’m ready,” You swipe your thumb under her lip to remove the smeared lipstick. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

Addison comes around the car to open your door, because that’s just the kind of person she is. It’s part of the reason you fell for her in the first place - how kind and thoughtful of a person she was.

She holds her hand out for you to take, and she helps pull you out of the car.

Wrapping your arm around her waist, you timidly walk towards the entrance to your childhood home. You were nervous because your parents never really excepted your orientation, nor would they be proud of the gaping age gap between you and Addison. But you didn’t care - not really, anyhow - about what they had to say as long as you were happy.

And Addison made you happy. More than.

You lift your fist to knock on the door, and hesitate for a moment before rapping your fist against the door.

You remove your hand from Addison’s waist as the door swings open.

“Y/n,” Your mom, Ellen, says. She can’t even hold eye contact with you.

You clear your throat, trying to stop a lump from forming. The last thing you needed was to meltdown in front of your parents.

“Come in, your father is sitting at the table,” She makes a face at Addison, and you let her walk in first. Your hand still in hers as your mother shuts the door behind you.

The food is on the table when you make it towards the dining room, along with your father.

“Hey dad,” You lean down to hug him, and his hand pats your back in a hello.

Your parents sit on one side of the table, while you and Addison sit on the other. Addison’s hand lands on your thigh when your leg starts bouncing nervously.

A soft smile takes over your lips in a silent thank you, and you place your non-dominant hand on top of hers.

“I’m Richard,” Your father nods, not looking Addison in the eye at all as he moves food around his plate.

“Are you here to eat, or what?” Your mom gives you a look and you sit uncomfortably in your seat.

“Yes,” You inhale sharply, you and Addison both plating up some food out of the pans placed on the table.

You take a bite of the potatoes, and fight the urge to moan aloud at the taste.

Your foot begins to shake under the table at the awkward silence. You draw your bottom lip between your teeth nervously.

“Are you going to introduce us to your.. friend?” Your dad spits out.

“This is Addison,” You don’t look up from your plate.

“And what does Allison do?” Your mother asks, purposefully saying Addison’s name incorrectly as she did in the past.

“I’m a fetal and neonatal surgeon at the same hospital as Y/n - Seattle Grace,” Addison speaks for herself. “That’s actually how we met.”

Your mother hums, obviously as uninterested as she could get.

“Yeah..” Your smile at her. “I’m interested in peds and fetal, as you know. And Addison is teaching me.”

“That’s right,” Addison smiles politely at both of your parents, patting her hand on yours.

All of the sudden, your father drops his silverware onto the plate, “I can’t do this. I’m sorry, sweetheart. I really tried, but.. I don’t accept this.”

“Dad—“ Your lips turn to a frown. “You haven’t even tried.”

“I have!”

“We’ve been here a few minutes,” The lump begins to form, faster and faster. “You’ve only met her once. You—“

“It’s okay,” Addison squeezes your thigh reassuringly, rubbing small circles on your inner thigh with her thumb. “They don’t have to like me.”

“No—“ You can’t hold the tears back. “Mom, please!”

“I’m sorry,” Your mom continues looking down. “He’s right. I think it’s best if Allison goes. You can stay, but she has to leave.”

You lean back in your chair, as if you were struck by lightning. Your chest felt heavy and you couldn’t breathe anymore. Your eyebrows furrow, and all your eyes hold is betrayal.

“How could you say something like that?” Tears silently fall down, your voice cracking.

Addison stays quiet, and you’re partly glad for that, because you didn’t need her making matters worse. But it also would’ve been nice if she tried standing up for you.

“We’ll be going,” Addison stands, putting her hand on your shoulder to snap you out of the betrayed trance you have set on your parents.

“Take a piece of pie,” Your father watches as you stand.

“Shove the pie up your—“

“Okay,” Addison shoves you towards the door. “Let’s go, darling. We don’t need to make this worse than it already is.”

“They— how—“

“I know,” Addison kisses your temple before turning towards your parents. “Thank you for having us. And it’s Addison. You have a wonderful daughter, and you shouldn’t throw that away because you can’t get over your beliefs.”

You smile sadly as your girlfriend tries to fight for you, even though it won’t work.

“Have a good night, now.”

You keep your head turned away from Addison because you don’t want her to see you so distraught. You’ve cried in front of her before, sure. But never quite in this capacity, or for this long of a period.

Addison starts the car, silently driving you towards your - the residents - shared house, you hope. All you want right now is to indulge in some ice cream, a movie, and to cry into your pillow.

You close your eyes, resting your head against the window.

“We’re here,” Addison says excitedly. Too excitedly for you to be at the house.

You open your eyes, and your lips come together in a small smile.

She knew.

She knew you were sad and that the only thing that helps you is ice cream.

“It’s a nice gesture,” You make no attempt to remove your seatbelt. “But I’m not exactly public ready. And I don’t even have any money.”

Addison chuckles at that.

“I’ll get you something. What do you want?” She begins to unbuckle her seatbelt.

“You don’t have to,” You shook your head, giving a fake smile. “I’m fine. Just take me home.”

“Look at me,” You could feel Addison’s gaze on your face, but you didn’t want to look at her, afraid you’d start crying again. She softly turns your head towards her. “I’m not taking you home.”

You lift your brow.

“You just had a terrible night,” Addison tilts her head, looking at you with nothing but love in her stare. “I’m getting you ice cream, maybe some food if you’re still hungry, and then we’re going to go back to my place. Where we will watch all your favorite movies and I will let you cry into my chest while I rub your back. So either tell me what you want, or I’ll order for you.”

“Order for me,” You lean into her touch.

“Okay,” Addison gives you a peck on the lips. “By the way, I’m not afraid of a little tears. I’m here for you through whatever.”

As the door shuts, you say to yourself, “I think I love you.”

She comes back with your favorite flavor, and you don’t even question how she knows that, because of course she knows, along with a burger for you and one for herself.

Addison spends the rest of the night cuddling you and rubbing your back, and she doesn’t even complain when you request to watch your favorite movie not once, not twice, but three times.

And Addison seemed to get through to your parents, because you wake up with messages from both your mother and your father.

[oneshotnewbie]

hi!! i was wondering if i could request an addison x reader fic where the reader’s on her period and feels really crappy while on a shift, and then addison takes her home or something? just a fluffy and comforty fic ^^ a oneshot would be awesome but i’m happy with a drabble/hcs if that’s easier!

i hope you’re having a nice day/night 🫶

Authors note: Since I have a lot to do at the moment and I'm not feeling well physically, I sometimes don't get to post and especially not write. So forgive me for the lack of posted stories 🙏

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You walked through the entrance of the busy doctor's office that you and your colleagues had built with so much dedication and professionalism. As one of the outstanding doctors in this well-coordinated team of medical professionals, you were used to starting each morning with an aura of serenity that calmed your colleagues and patients alike. But there was an unusual tension in the air that day.

The office was buzzing with activity, the phone lines humming in a constant crescendo as the waiting room expanded into a sea of impatient patients, crammed in anticipation of their appointments.

A soft sigh escaped your lips as you made your way with persistent steps down the busy hallway, past Naomi and Cooper as they scurried from room to room in a frantic ballet. As a highly respected doctor, whose dedication and commitment were widely known, you were usually able to handle even the most difficult situations with a calm composure. But even you couldn't deny the pressure of this particularly hectic day, settling like an invisible weight on your shoulders.

As you took your steps further to your office, a sharp pain shot through your abdomen, causing deep wrinkles on your forehead as you looked around in confusion. At first you tried to ignore the unpleasant feeling, but as the pain increased in intensity and your eyes fell on your stomach, you could no longer deny the unpleasant truth. An unexpectedly heavy menstrual flow made its way unwaveringly through your body, and you felt the unpleasant air of reality slowly settling over you.

A rush of panic shot through you as you realized that in the middle of this hectic day you were dealing with pain. Despite the mounting pressure, you forced yourself to remain outwardly calm, fighting to suppress the pain as you continued to rush towards your office, determined to fulfill your duties even if it meant neglecting your own discomfort.

You finally reached your office and closed the door gently behind you, longing for a moment of privacy. Another stab shot through your insides, more intense than before. You gritted your teeth, suppressed a rising sound of pain, and forced yourself to concentrate. You couldn't allow yourself to be weak today - you knew that all too well.

With shaky hands, you reached for a bottle of water and some painkillers that you pulled out of your desk drawer. The pills slid heavily over your tongue before you swallowed them, and you sat back, already exhausted so early in the morning, staring at the cool glass as you waited for the medicine to take effect.

In that moment, you realized that this day was not only a test of your medical skills, but also a challenge to your own strength and endurance. As you focused on the cathartic feeling of pain relief, you vowed to get through this day, no matter the cost. No matter how overwhelming the demands, you knew deep down that you were a doctor - a doctor used to facing life's stormy waves with determination and courage. And today you wouldn't do anything else.

You withstood the pain with a brave fighting spirit as you walked through the hallways of the office. A forced smile graced your lips as you greeted your patients, and you made an effort to ease their worries and suffering as you examined them.

But despite your best efforts to concentrate on your tasks, the pain was making it increasingly difficult. Every step felt like a knife was piercing your muscles, and every fibre of your body was shot through with a stabbing pain.

With iron willpower, you forced yourself to compose yourself as you rushed from room to room tending to your patients and using your medical expertise to bring them relief. But the harder you tried, the more inescapable the challenge of overcoming the pain became.

Your hands began to shake as you tried to insert a needle, and your mind felt like it was shrouded in an impenetrable fog. Despite your tireless efforts and unwavering determination, you felt your concentration slipping and your ability to make clear decisions fading.

When you finally returned to your office, you were gasping for breath and your body was covered in sweat. You sank into the chair with a muffled sigh, trying to regain your composure as you fought the sharp pain in your abdomen. The painkillers had no effect.

With each passing moment the pain seemed to increase in intensity and you couldn't help but wonder how much longer you could muster the strength to stand firm.

As you retreated to your office, Addison Montgomery, one of your closest colleagues and best friend, noticed that something was wrong with you. Concern was reflected on her face as she watched you go on with your day, obviously in pain.

Addison didn't hesitate for a moment and immediately made her way to you. She reached the office just in time to stop you from leaving, pushing you back with gentle firmness. "Y/n, are you okay?" the redhead asked worriedly, her arms on her hips as she looked at you carefully.

A timid smile tried to form on your lips, but the pain in your eyes betrayed your torment. "It's nothing, Addy. Just my period, it'll be okay."

Addison shook her head firmly. "This doesn't look like 'just a bit of pain'. You look like you're going to collapse at any given moment. You need to take a break and lie down. I can see how much you're suffering." Her words were full of concern and determination as she looked at you firmly, ready to stand by you no matter what it took.

Another sharp pain shot through your body and you forced yourself to press your lips together to keep yourself from groaning in pain. It was as if your body was constantly telling you that a break was urgently needed, that you couldn't ignore your own needs any longer.

“Please, sweetheart,” Addison pleaded, her voice full of concern and compassion. "You're an outstanding doctor, but even doctors need help sometimes. Let me help you."

You hesitantly raised your gaze and met her eyes, in which you could read both uncertainty and care. You didn't want to neglect your duties, you didn't want to abandon your patients, but the thought of a much-needed rest was irresistible and you finally gave in, giving a weak nod of agreement. "Alright, Addy. I'm going to rest."

A relieved smile spread across her face as she helped you to your feet. Together you left the office and went to one of the unused examination rooms, which was secluded and offered more privacy to give you the rest and relaxation you so desperately needed.

As you lay down on the soft lounger and slowly closed your eyes, you felt a wave of relief wash over you. The tension in your muscles eased and you were finally able to get some rest that you so desperately needed.

Addison stayed by your side for a moment, lovingly handed you a blanket and sat down on a chair next to the lounger. Her hand rested reassuringly on yours, a warm smile playing on her lips. “Rest, y/n,” she whispered softly. "I'll be outside if you need me. You don't have to go through everything alone."

In that moment, surrounded by your colleague's loving care and kindness, you finally allowed yourself to let go and relax.

ᕚ---ᕘ

While you were resting on the lounger, the doctor's office did not remain idle. Addison and the other colleagues worked hand in hand to share the burden of patient care and ensure that each of your patients also received the best possible care.

Addison took on much of your responsibility and led the team with quiet determination. She coordinated scheduling, carefully reviewed patient records, and ensured all medical requests were addressed promptly. Her professionalism and commitment were evident, and she worked tirelessly to ensure that the practice ran smoothly, even in your absence.

The atmosphere in the practice was one of a sense of collaboration and mutual respect as the team strived to overcome the day's challenges together. Everyone did their part to keep things running and despite the unexpected circumstances, they managed to keep everything running smoothly and ensure that patients continued to receive the best possible care.

Despite her best efforts, Addison couldn't stop worrying about you. When she saw you come out of the exam room to continue your work an hour later, she immediately knew from the color of your face that you weren't feeling any better.

“Y/n, I see you’re still not feeling well,” Addison said worriedly, stepping closer to you, her cool hand gently touching your cheek. "I really think it would be best if I took you home. You desperately need some rest and relaxation to fully recover."

You wanted to protest, but you knew she was right. You hesitated for a moment, but then nodded slowly. The exhaustion in your own body was obvious, and you knew you couldn't ignore it any longer. You needed your colleague’s support. “Thank you, Addison,” you said quietly, reaching for her hand. "I think that's a good idea. I can really use your help."

A reassuring smile crossed Addison's lips as she squeezed your hand and helped you to your feet again. She put an arm around your shoulders and led you out of the office. "Of course, y/n. I'll make sure you get home safely." Her words were full of compassion and determination as she reached out to support you during this difficult time.

You left the practice together and made your way to your apartment. You didn't talk much on the way, but the silence wasn't uncomfortable. Addison was just grateful that she could be there for you when you needed her. You leaned exhaustedly against the window pane and let your gaze wander outside while the redhead concentrated on the street in front of her.

When you finally got to your apartment, Addison helped you out of the car and walked you to the door. She stopped and looked at you seriously. “I’ll make sure you have everything you need,” she assured you. "And if you need anything, I'm just a phone call away."

You smiled gratefully and hugged her tightly. "Thanks, Addy. You really are a great friend. I really appreciate your help." Addison returned the hug and squeezed you gently. "Take care of yourself, y/n. Rest and recover. I'll check on you after closing time and call every now and then to make sure you're okay."

With one last smile, Addison opened the door to your apartment and let you in. She waited patiently until you were safely inside before turning around and slowly walking back to the car.

As she drove back to the office, Addison thought about how important it was to be there for each other and support each other, especially during difficult times. She knew that she would be there for you as long as you needed her, just like you had always been there for her.

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can u write Addison Montgomery x Reader? reader gets jealous of Mark/Derek?

“What is your issue today?  You’re practically hissing at the interns.”

You bristled as the tall redhead wrapped an arm around your waist.  

“I’ve spent the past four hours with your ex-husband and ex-lover in a pissing contest that I didn’t ask to be a part of.”

“I see,” Addison sighed and took the charts out of your hands, much to your irritation.  “They’re just checking you out.  They do that every time I date someone.”

“Why?  I don’t like it; it’s weird and makes it seem like they think they have a say in things.”

“Dr. Y/L/N, I’ve never seen you so defensive!  And dare I say…jealous?” She swatted your arm playfully and you tried your best not to look embarrassed.  “Relax, you have nothing to worry about.  We’re all just friends and, like me, they are devoted to their significant others.”

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Imagine Addison getting insecure when she sees you laughing with Meredith.

Addison watched from afar as she was meant to be listening to Alex. The two of you were laughing about something she hadn’t heard. She knew you and Meredith were friendly, but Meredith Grey had always been a sore spot for her, and she didn’t like how chummy you looked with her.

When you spoke to Addison later that day, you could tell she wasn’t herself. "Addy, what’s wrong," you asked.

"It’s happening again," Addison said, her voice breaking. "I’m going to lose you to Meredith Grey."

"What?!? Addison, that’s ridiculous. Meredith and I are nothing more than friends. She couldn’t come between us if she wanted to. I don’t see her like that. I only have eyes for you."

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Imagine waking up from surgery and letting your secret nickname for Addison slip out.

When you had your appendix taken out you’d been nervous before the procedure, but you were assured that you’d see Addison as soon as you woke up and that made you feel a whole lot better. As you opened your eyes now, the first thing you saw was her long red hair.

"There’s my angel," you murmured, still a bit out of it. The anesthesia hadn’t quite worn off yet. As Addison came more into focus, you saw how red her cheeks were. Maybe she was just happy and relieved to see you awake. Not that your surgery was life threatening, but you’d probably be the same way if your positions were reversed.

Addison sat next to you, holding your hand as you became more lucid. She wanted to bring up that nickname you’d called her, but she didn’t think you even remembered saying it. It had shocked her a little. She was used to overhearing the interns call her Satan, so for you to say that she was your angel, came as quite a surprise. Ultimately, she decided not to bring it up, and look back on the moment fondly for now, hoping one day she’d hear you say it again.

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Addison Montgomery: @riveranddoctorsong123

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Hi! I loved your Addison Montgomery x f! reader, could I request one where she parties one night w reader & takes care of her? (Established relationship & f!reader too)

Self-Care (Addison Montgomery x F!Reader)

ofc!! thank you for requesting and i hope you enjoy the fic!!

Warnings: alcohol mention, established relationship, slight teasing

There was a faint pounding in your head, you lie in your bed and turn on your side to see an empty bed, triggering something in your mind.

“A-Addie!” You call out, jumping out of your bed.

You put slippers on and winced as you stepped out of your bedroom to the bright light shining from the early LA morning beach.

“Oh good morning, party animal.” You hear Addison quip at you when you walked into the kitchen, there was something sizzling on the grill and it smelled amazing, breakfast was something that’s seldom made in your house and you didn’t know Addison was so good at making it.

“Party Animal? What are you talking about?” You mumble out, stumbling to go and shut the curtains a bit.

“Oh what? You don’t remember? How you’re apparently the best party animal in LA? All I’m saying is that, you shouldn’t drink anymore. You get crazy when you’re drunk.”

You roll your eyes a small bit and nod, “Fine, I’ll take the little bit of wine after work route.”

She snorts, “Lucky, you get an after work,” she puts the eggs she was cooking on a plate and adds some fruit, “Women in LA have babies all the time, there’s really no after work for me. Now, eat. I want you to be less hungover because I have a day planned for us.”

“A day? For us? That’s new, whatever happened to, ‘Women in LA have babies all the time?’” You asked, taking a bite out of the egg.

“It’s fine, Dell can take over for me and the women of LA can wait for a bit, because I have you right now.”

You smile at her and she gives you a small kiss.

“Now I’m going to get ready, you, eat.”

You laugh at her insistence but oblige, and think on whatever she could have planned for your day, excited and awaiting.

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Addison Montgomery SFW HC's

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?) Addison’s pretty affectionate, even just with her friends, hugs, little arm squeezes, reassuring them. In a relationship/with you she’s even more so, not necessarily into a whole lot of PDA, but she’ll be sure to kiss your cheek before rushing off. If you’re out after work, one of you usually has an arm around each other or trailing up a thigh.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?) She’s the best friend that’s never afraid to call you on your shit, when she finds a friend that she knows she can trust she opens up, not afraid to disclose secrets. The friendship usually starts as coworkers, or someone she met in school. One of my favourite friendships she has is her & Callie, they’re one of my ultimate ships, friends or more, I wish we got to see more of their friendship.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

I think Addi’s spent most of her romantic/sexual time with men, so she loves to be cuddled, esp after she’s gone through so much shit, she loves the way you’ll wrap an arm around her, encouraging her to lean against you while you snuggle up with wine and tv. You’re more than regularly the big spoon, even if she’s taller than you. She does love when you snuggle against her, curling against her chest, tracing patterns into her skin though.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?) She’s domestic AF, she’s already had the whole settle down with Derek, but knew things weren’t right. She’s ready to be in a committed relationship, still slightly hesitant about a full commitment, but loves having a partner she can come home with. Her apartment is always tidy and organized, she can cook the basics, but her heavy schedule relies more on take out on the regular basis.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) She’s always going to man up and do it in person. She's learnt from her mistakes in the past and isn't going to just let things be awkward or semi-ghost you while moving on, she realizes how much hurt that entire shitshow caused multiple people and she doesn't want to do that ever again. It’s going to be emotional if you’ve been together more than a while. And chances are she’s definitely getting drunk afterwards.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?) After the whole Derek/Mark fiasco she’s not one to jump into marriage, she knows that she wants commitment/monogamy, but she’s scared of being hurt again, so it definitely takes time before she’s ready to reach that level again.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?) Physically she’s the most gentle, she’s usually pretty soft with patients until she needs to be rough to get them the help they need. Emotionally she’s pretty soft with you, she loves you a lot, and wants to be there for you, but there’s definitely times where she might start snapping after a long/stressful day. As bad ass as she is, she’s still a pretty emotional person when it comes to her own/personal life.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?) She’s a huggy person, she hugs her friends, her partner, especially when she hasn’t seen them in a while. Usually your goodbye hugs in the morning are a little half hug while she kisses your head quickly before running out the door for work. When she really hugs you, she pulls you to her tightly, tucking your head down under her chin, a hand resting in your hair while she breathes in the scent of you, relieved to have you in her arms.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

You definitely say it first. It nearly baffles her, and she definitely doesn’t say it back right away, instead pulling you into a deep kiss, holding you against her as tightly as she can. There’s probably some emotion involved through the rest of the night. You know she cares about you, but she’s just not ready for those little three words yet, and that’s totally okay with you.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?) She flits back and fourth on it. Most of the time she’s never jealous, all she has to do is cock a brow and shoot a smirk across the bar at you and you’re weak in the knees, practically dripping as you nearly race over to her.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?) Addison’s kisses are absolute heaven. She loves absolute every kiss with you, the gentle, quick pecks that you give each other in the more professional moments, the deeper ones where your hand tugs at the back of her neck, pulling her to you, moaning at the way her tongue buries into your mouth. Her favourite places to kiss you are the back/side of your neck, relishing in the way you shiver when her lips meet your bare skin. She loves the way you discreetly grab her hand, kissing the inside of her wrist, especially in public, your own little moments of intimacy.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?) She’s great with kids, especially babies, obviously considering her job. She’s always wanted kids, it’s been her goal/dream, she always wants to be a mom, and is ecstatic when you bring up wanting to have kids.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?) They’re not too early, but early enough. You have at least three alarms so after the first one goes off you can snuggle deeper into each other, enjoying the embrace before you actually have to get up. They’re soft, quiet, Addi’s usually going over a couple of patient’s charts for the day, especially if she has scheduled surgery. You usually cook while she does this, sliding a plate to her while you kiss her cheek softly before sending her off to work with a third cup of coffee in her hand.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?) Nights are more relaxed, but you’ve come to realize that a lot of the time she’s going to be home late, especially when surgery runs over/becomes urgent. You always cook two shares of dinner, even if hers ends up in the fridge til she gets home. On an easy night, the two of you eat together, sharing a bottle of wine while you go over each other’s days before curling up on the couch to try and forget about whatever horrible things either of you encountered that day.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) It takes a bit for certain things to come out, she wants to get to know you and trust you about things, letting you reveal a couple things about your past before she finally comes forward about them whole marriage/affair thing. She hates opening up about the affair with Mark because she doesn’t want you to think that she’s any kind of serial cheater, she made a mistake, but she loves you and would never make that mistake again.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?) Outside of work and annoying coworkers, she’s pretty soft with you. You don’t regularly fight, the more bickering arguments are about her rocky schedule, that after a few months, you come to terms with.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind offorget everything?) Addison is someone who’s definitely going to remember as many details as she can, she remembers your favourite coffee order, your favourite comfort food, your birthday, she sends you memes about your star sign/ones that you’ll appreciate and you love every second of it.

R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?) Hands down the day you told her you absolutely and unconditionally loved her. Even if she wasn’t ready for it, and couldn’t’ say it back quite yet, she was absolutely weak knowing that there was someone out there who loved her as much as you did.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?) She’s not overprotective at all, you both live your own lives, sometimes going all day without talking before a quick text is shot out to confirm where you’re meeting or if one of you is coming over/is coming home tonight. Both of you keep an eye on each other but nothing too crazy

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?) Most dates are pretty casual, the both of you work a lot of hours which means you’d rather spend time at home than having to waste time in a restaurant before retreating back to an apartment. Addison and you have a wonderful relationship, and “special” events don’t mean much, it’s more about the little everyday moments, you getting up first, making sure her coffee is hot and perfectly the way she loves it, the way one of you will drop off lunch for each other at work. If you have the free time, you’re more than likely to bring coffee and a small kiss to Addison at the hospital, making her day even that much more better

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?) She’s apprehensive to open up after her divorce, she knows she wants to be a Mom, wants to have kids, but she’s unsure about how to go about this, especially after meeting you, she’s begging her brain to not get too attached before finding out where you sat on the issue.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) If she’s going into work/dealing with a client, she’s going to make sure she looks good. She’s not super concerned considering a mask/scrub cap is going to be covering most of her face, but if she’s out there doing consults, she’s gonna look like a bomb. On her off days, she doesn’t care.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?) Addi’s a tricky one here, she always feels like she needs more, especially after Seattle, she craves something more, something different. First she thinks it’s a kid, hellbent on having a baby via sperm donor before she finds out she can’t have kids. She knows she needs more than being alone, that may start with you, but her heart swells when you say you want to have a family with her, that’s when she finally feels 100% complete.

X = Xtra (A random head canon for them.) Addison absolutely loves the domesticality of coming home to you in her apartment. She hated the cold/silence of an empty apartment. But when you’re there, it starts to feel like home again, her cheeks splitting into a gleeful grin at the sight of you in her kitchen.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?) She needs someone who’s motivated in life, has a goal, she’s a powerful woman herself, and needs someone who can somewhat match her. She doesn’t need you to be on her level, but wants someone who’s not intimidated by her power.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?) Her sleep schedule is an absolute mess, most of the time she’s working decent hours,  but as soon as she gets into a wave of incoming, or a late night emergent surgery, she’s going to be the one collapsing into your bed at 5am, wishing she had more time to snuggle against you before you have to leave in the morning

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Sweet As Pie

Addison Montgomery x reader Warnings: minor language, minor mentions of alcohol, just all fluff. A wee lil drabble folks, covering the "autumn festival" square for @adarafaelbarba 's bingo!

Despite thoroughly enjoying her stint out in Los Angeles, Addison had to admit, she was glad to be back in Seattle. Sure, it rained a hell of a lot more, but honestly it rained in California too, and at least here she got to actually experience proper seasons. Her favourite of which was autumn, made even the more better by the fact that it also happened to be your favourite. It was an easy discovery, the two of you had gotten together during the winter, spending the spring falling in love and the summer on a lavish vacation split between New York and the Hamptons. It was on a walk late one night that you stepped on a crunchy orange leaf and let out a probably over dramatic gasp, thrilled at the first leaf of autumn. Once the two of you were back in Seattle you were all the rage in planning weekly date nights of every single autumn themed thing you could think of.

Addi spent weekends in the kitchen with you, peeling apples to make cider, pies and jams. You eagerly decorated the house for Halloween, mainly on the outside with a few things right in the entry way for the trick or treaters to see on Halloween night. You curled up on the couch every Friday with a new fall themed movie, cozy sweaters, warm blankets and mugs of spiked warm apple cider. You went through your yearly pumpkin phase, smiling warmly and filled with so much love when Addison would bring home every and each pumpkin flavoured treat she found.

One of your favourite things to do together each fall was the Harvest Festival at Pike Place Market.

You strolled through the market hand in hand, stopping in at nearly all the stalls, either picking things up or making a mental note to buy the bigger, heavier things on the way out. You sampled more than your fair share of treats and drinks, indulging in as many of the boozy options as you could, knowing you had the next day off. One of your personal favourite parts of the festival was the professional pumpkin carving contest, and they weren’t your run of the mill pumpkins, they were all giant, very oversized ones leading into a very dramatic contest. One that Addison couldn’t help but beam down at you at just how excited it made you and how into it you got, yelling and cheering the contestants on, taking bets on who was going to end up winning.

You enjoyed the live music, live art demos and even more before winding your way back through the marketplace. You’d barter with each other on what things you wanted to buy on the way out, Addison usually presenting the argument that two of the things you wanted were basically the exact same and you’d simply giggle, pressing a soft kiss to her lips before explaining how you thought they were different. Naturally, you’d always win, leaving the market with full bags and even fuller, happier hearts. On the walk home you’d pick up a few leaves here and there, only the prettiest ones that you deemed worthy of saving, pressing them between sheets of wax paper in the biggest books in the house later on.

Once home, Addison would press a gentle kiss to the side of your head, placing the bags down onto the kitchen island before darting away to change, bringing you back the coziest of sweaters. In the meantime you’d put away everything you’d bought, turning the stove on to heat up some beef and stout stew you’d picked up at the market. There were autumn apple bourbon fizz premade cocktails to pour out into your favourite glasses and freshly homemade pumpkin pie for dessert too. Addi surprised you with crispy yet still fluffy sourdough bread to server the stew in and she couldn’t help but chuckle at the sudden sparkle in your eye at the thought.

After you’d served everything up she’d wrap a steady arm around your waist, kissing your cheek softly as the two of you wandered back into the living room and settled on the couch. The television was turned on to Practical Magic and a small smile would break out on both of your cheeks as the rain began to patter against the windows. The day of the festival was always the most magical, somehow one of the most romantic days of your year together, and it always ended just as wonderful, with the two of you curled up on the couch with some incredible food, drinks, entertainment and most importantly, the person you fancied the most in the entire world.

You let out a happy hum, nuzzling into Addison’s shoulder and she smiled, leaving a kiss on the top of your head.

“You have a good day?”

“How could I not?” You turned your head to look up at her, “I mean, every day with you is already the perfect day. This one just had the added bonus of autumn stuff.” She couldn’t help but laugh softly.

“You’re sweeter than pumpkin pie, you know that?”

“Only for you baby. Only for you.”

Yes, there truly was something incredibly tender about autumn in the Montgomery household, and you would forever and always be thankful that you got to spend the season and holidays together, because there was no place either of you would ever be.

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Bluebirds Ch 1

Addison Montgomery x fem!reader

*Warning: Injury, falling on a gorgeous woman

After 10 years of working in government, you wanted to take a break and relax on the beach out in California. It was a bit impulsive, but it was you. You just turned 33 and finally got an inkling you were ready for a longer break--something new. Going out to California was your best friend's idea.

So you packed up one Tuesday and started your trip across the country. You'd forgotten how relaxing road tripping was. When you arrived in Cali, you were feeling brand new. Seeing the light in life again. You rented a house on the beach and spent your days walking up and down the beach with your film camera. It wasn't until one of your sunset walks you were walking backward, camera up to your eye as you tried to frame the ocean. Then you felt a bump as your foot sunk down into the sand. You yelped before falling back. Looking up at the fading sunset you took note of what happened. You let out a little laugh until you heard the ummp under you.

"Fuck," you groaned out, quickly rolling to your side as you felt a ping of pain coming from your ankle. You looked back and there was a redheaded woman beside you on the sand. She had a smile on her face until you moved--your face contorting followed by her own. She looked down as you clutched your left ankle.

"Shit," the woman whispered scrambling over your leg.

"Yeah, I know. It fucking hurts. I'm sorry," you groaned.

"Oh, I'm fine but that looks like it's starting to swell," she said, her blue eyes softening on you. You started to rock, the pain increasing with time. She put her hand on top of yours grabbing your attention. "Hey, you're gonna be alright. I'm Dr. Addison Montgomery. I know this hurts. Can you move your foot?" You tested the motion, not even moving an inch before you yelp, laying back on the sand."

"Fuck, I'm sorry. I don't have a low pain tolerance," you started to tear up. Addison came into view again above you and for some reason, you focused on her, focused on the annoying calm doctor air she had about herself. And it was then you started laughing. You must have looked crazy, crying, and laughing but Addison just smiled.

"What?" she tilted her head.

"Just my luck, falling over a doctor on my vacation on the beach." Your laugh turned hysterical and the woman started to laugh with you.

"There are worse people to fall over," Addison said and you only laughed harder. You continued laughing even as you noticed she pulled her phone out and heard her ask for help before she hung up. Your laughed slowed as you tried to catch your breath.

"Oh god, I'm sorry. Let me try to get up." You started to push yourself up before Addison planted a firm hand on your shoulder keeping you down.

"You can't move your foot...sorry I didn't ask your name?"

"Y/N," you said looking up at her. "And thank you."

Addison stayed with you as a group of lifeguards arrived with a bodyboard. It was only then you realized you'd been holding her hand the whole time and you'd stopped crying. When the lifeguards had you adequately loaded on the board it was only then Addison stood up with you, following beside them as they walked you up the beach.

"Dr. Mont-"

"Call me Addison. You did fall on top of me, and we shared a laugh, so I think we are on a first name basis." You chuckled rolling your eyes and you caught the slight glimmer in her eyes and even with the pain, you knew the air caught in your throat was there for a different reason.

"Ok, Addison. I'm sure you must be busy, please don't feel like you have to accompany me to the ER."

"Oh nonsense, I don't mind. I can at least stay until your friend or spouse arrives?" you look down at your hands, suddenly feeling the wave of what brought you to L.A. in the first place.

"I'm single--it's just me, my nearest friend is an hour away, and at this time of evening, who knows what the traffic is like. I'm here on a long vacation." There was silence between you as the two male lifeguards stared between you two before stopping in front of the ambulance.

"Don't worry about it, I can stay with you however long you need," Addison smiled and you felt a sense of relief despite the terrible turn your evening took.

Addison rode with you in the ambulance to the hospital where they quickly x-rayed your ankle. The news was bad, a fracture bad enough you were ordered on bed rest for a few days. You didn't miss the way Addison flinched as you looked at your elevated swollen ankle.

"Sorry, again," Addison said as she sat in the chair beside your bed. You chuckled, the morphine now kicking in after a nap.

"I'm ok, really. Some rest would probably do me good," you feigned a pout and Addison laughed, finding you even more amusing on the meds.

"What brought you here?" Addison asked.

"A break," you shifted onto your side bed towards her, one hand cradling your head. "I did my ten years of service, now I'm ready for a break instead of long hours. Sorry no offense."

"None taken," Addison laughed. "What were you doing?" You gave a grumble.

"Government," you stated plainly.

"That's it?"

You nodded and Addison laughed.

"Wow, you ran into a doctor, and I ran into a CIA agent." Now you were laughing.

"No! My job is really not that exciting."

Addison tilted her head down, her blue eyes sparkling at you. "That's what all CIA agents say." You grab the nearest napkin and toss it at her. You both laughed. "So, you did work for the CIA?"

Rolling your eyes, you shifted back to lying flat. "No, and even if I did, I wouldn't be at liberty to say." You turned eyes on Addison, and she gave a simple nod.

"Ok, Secret Agent Y/L/N." And like that, you became comfortable with the redhead.