#satanisaddizen

[dr-evilspawn]

Take on the World.

@answerstosatan @satanisaddizen

In the wake of his marriage nearly crumbling to dust, Alex knew something needed to change. Years were shed off his rugged good looks the second it finally clicked. The topic had been on the table for some time, but the sheer enormity of the challenge intimidated the ped’s surgen, if he was being honest with himself. His wife was more than capable, of this he was sure. She had the experience and the sufficient knowledge and professionalism he lacked. 

The stress had been eating away at them for months. The amount of fights they had shared was just insane. It was just getting bad and he knew it. It was either about money or time or purpose. Their schedules were constantly clashing. Alex simply missed working with Addison and following a case with her. They had always operated seamlessly together every step of the way, and over the last few years their connection had only seemed to have grown. 

Sometimes all it took was one look across the room, mouth masked, and he knew what she was thinking. A nod, a subtle twitch. They were magic together. 

But they couldn’t be magic together when they weren’t at their best and lately Addison and Alex had been far from their very best. Instead of tearing into each other all the time and bringing their score to what he decided couldn’t be any greater than a five, they needed to go back to being a ten. As surgeons. As partners. As parents. 

When he arrived home at close to nine, it was to the sight of Addison and Gabriel curled up on the couch in front of the TV. “Hey Dad.” Gabriel greeted right away, the light of the screen reflecting his pale face. “We were just about to watch a movie, you wanna join?” Gabriel knew things between his parents had been tense lately, and Alex knew he knew it too. “Um...” Alex hesitated, running his hand over his face. He was tired and had been hoping to talk to Addison, but that damn son of his looked so hopeful. He shared a quiet glance with his wife before replying. “What movie?” Then he shook his head. It didn’t matter. “Can I have a shower first? I smell like surgery. Just start it without me and I’ll join.”

There was something different in his expression tonight, and he wondered if she would see it on him.

[dr-evilspawn]

Happy 30th Birthday, Holly <3

@answerstosatan @satanisaddizen

Dear Holly,

It’s hard for me to even remember a world without you in it, but the truth is it’s been 7 1/2 years. I never could have possibly imagined developing such a long and deep friendship with someone I met in a Grey’s Anatomy rp group, let alone that this person would become my very best friend and second half. It’s even harder to believe that although our friendship spans this long, we only ever spent a good two to three years properly writing. As happens in life we both moved on to different interests and challenges be it professional or personal, but we never moved on from each other and I think that is an incredible and very rare thing.

From the beginning we just clicked. It manifested in our characters and our writing chemistry at first. Addisex wanted to be together and it took over our thoughts, our plans; they just became this entire single powerful force we couldn’t ignore. Everything just seemed to come so easily to us from the very beginning. Plotting with you was never actually plotting. It was just Addison and Alex and when it felt right we both knew it. You could write something and in my head I would be thinking, “Yep, that’s exactly how I imagined this happening in my head” and together we created this beautiful, truthful story that I think we both envisioned the same while merging our own unique writing styles and life experiences.

The irony of it was always how similar we were to our respective characters too, I think. I see it more and more as the years go by and it’s just hilarious to me. I like to think that I’m the more grown up version of Alex now, though. When I think about everything we’ve been through together in these last 7 1/2 years it’s kind of scary. I feel like I was a completely different person when we met and yet here we are now in 2019 and you still know me better than I know myself and I like to think I know you just as well. It’s a unique experience to be able to grow together and share the triumphs and failures of almost a decade with a single person. I used to take it for granted but I don’t anymore. You’ve always been there for me when no one else has. You remind me of how far I’ve come when I forget and when I’m at my lowest. You protect me from myself without needing me to even ask you, and I love you so much for that.

You know all my secrets. There is not a single thing in this world I would keep from you or feel afraid to tell you. You offer a place of non judgement and unconditional love and I hope I offer you the same, too. I’m so grateful that the universe gave me you for the hardest decade of my life and hopefully for many more to come. We spent our twenties together and I’m looking forward to seeing what our 30′s bring.

... but what I think it should have is a whole lot more Addisex.

Yep, that’s right. I have been quietly sitting on this for awhile, and I decided to wait until your birthday to officially tell you so that it would be your present. I did mention once that I thought one day we would find our way back to writing, when it was time to pick up their story again. Their official story. Our canon. I’m ready to write Alex again. I’ve been missing it, and I think that now is the right time to start their next chapter. We can go as slow as we want with no pressure on each other. And I propose we do it on our original blogs because that is where as far as I’m concerned they live in our hearts.

Happy Birthday.

Thank you for being the Addison to my Alex. I’m very happy you were born thirty years ago today. You have a big year ahead of you and I can’t wait to support you every step along the way. 

Love,

Your Writing Wife  aka Alex 

Also here is a playlist I made for you, you’re welcome. 

[dr-evilspawn]

Burnin' Up | Addison & Alex

Alex groaned from where he lay on a bed in the SGMW burn unit. It had been a long few hours since the fire, and if the pain wasn't keeping him awake, the ped's surgeon would probably be passed out right now from exhaustion. His right torso, arm and shoulder was gently swaddled with gauze bandages, protecting his raw wounds from the outside until further inspection and debridement could be undergone. Already he'd been moved more than was considered normal for adequate healing, but Addison (and Alex) had wanted the best treatment. As it was, the best burn unit this side of Washington was currently governed by none other than their very own Mark Sloan.

So far he was loaded up with antibiotics and morphine, but the analgesic's soothing effects were starting to wear off. He was still sluggish and drowsy, his stomach upset, but the pain was an ever lingering reminder that needed to be addressed. Already, he was dreading what he knew was to come. The nausea mixed with the feeling of his skin being stabbed by a million knives was not a pleasant mixture. "I think I'm gonna be sick." He complained to his wife who had dutifully stayed by his side for the past hour and a half, clutching a mask to her face.

Alex hadn't had the time or mental energy to really process her breathing problems. He'd been a whining mess ever since his endorphin's wore off, allowing him to feel the full enormity of his injury. Sure enough, when the bin was passed to him Alex dry heaved until he was empty, resting his forehead against his arm for several seconds before gathering the strength to look up. He at least felt a tiny bit better, which wasn't saying all that much. "Where the hell is this doctor?!" He half said, half yelled for the entire burn unit to hear. Not that he meant to. It was just the pain talking. Poor Addison was about to get a taste of what it was like to be at her bedside during labor.

[dr-evilspawn]

[4th floor] The Sky Is Falling | Addison & Alex

Running through the halls, Alex paid no attention to anything around him. He wasn't even expecting for anyone else to be up her, aside from the obvious: a kid on the run and Dr. Lawson. "Chad?" He said while opening doors and ducking his head into the room before quickly moving ahead. A kid could be anywhere in the hospital. He'd learned that the hard way on multiple occasions. Sometimes Alex had spent hours trying to hunt down a kid who'd simply found him or herself spooked by medical talk or other sights, sounds, and smells in a hospital.

There was definitely a lot to be frightened of in Seattle Grace Mercy West right now.

If the general chaos and confusion of frantically running nurses hasn't done the trick, a whisper of the word 'fire' or even the slightest breath of an explosion could have sent Chad into a fear-induced panic. Now it was dark with blaring sirens and flashing lights. Enough to make a child faint. All it took was a single second for a kid to slip under the radar, and then there were about a million places could be. Cupboards, closets, under spare gurneys or beds, behind curtains and nursing stations. Alex definitely had his money cut out for him, but time was not in his favor this time.

Already the smoke was heavy, wafting up from the third floor. If he pressed his hand to the tiled floor, it would be dangerously warm. He was near the end of the ped's half of the fourth floor and approaching OBGYN. If Chad wasn't here, he was going to have to submit himself to the thought that he had somehow found himself downstairs. But that was a thought that could wait until he was absolutely certain.

Just as he made a move for a supply closet to check, the door burst open, revealing.. "The hell, Addison?!" Alex gasped, registering his wife's appearance only a few seconds too late. Their bodies collided, though not hard enough to knock them over. Instead, the supplies she'd been cradling went tumbling to the floor. Alex looked down at the supplies, squinting at the items. "Please tell me you're not doing what I think you're doing, and have you seen a freaking kid running around here?"

[plasticsgodsloan]

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(Obviously set during med school)

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Mark couldn't help but grin as he looked over at Addison, the grin expanding into a chuckle as her gaze met his and turned annoyed.  "Hey, it's not my fault you were so entertaining last night."  He shrugged.  "Who knew that given half a bottle of scotch you'd want to give me a lap dance?"  Mark laughed.  "And don't worry, your secrets safe with me.  Derek doesn't have to know."

[florenceacre-blog]

Silver And Gold ##Florence&Addison##

The fact that she had spent most of her childhood in wealthy quarters and embassies had immunized her to amazement caused by architectural extravagance and oversized properties. Her analytical mind couldn’t help, but wonder how long it had taken Alex to convince himself that his own home wasn’t mocking his modest upbringing. Those were all superficial thoughts, but her experience had taught her that most beings spent their entire life fighting insecurities that found their roots in the most superficial surfaces. They would all argue that their insecurities grew deep inside their soul, but in reality they were wrong. Their insecurities’ roots might run deep, but insecurities usually resided in matters of appearance, not just physical appearance, but also appearance in the sense of perceptions.

 Alex opened the front door and she entered unceremoniously, they weren’t the most demonstrative pair. He told her that Addison was in the nursery and she promised him that she would keep a close eye on her. After a long pause he left not without difficulty. She dropped her bag on a free chair and went to the nursery to announce her presence. Just like Alex had predicted she found Addison there, most would have made the mistake to say that she was just there and doing nothing, but Florence knew that for Addison being there was everything. Trying to avoid a situation where the red head would feel like she was being observed or analysed, Florence made her presence known immediately. “Hey, I’m sure my presence is being imposed on you, but Alex thought someone shuld be in the house with you.” She shrugged and didn’t let Addison respond. “I have not eaten, if you don’t mind, I’ll go use the microwave.” This time she politely waited for a sign that Addison was giving her permission to use her kitchen appliance.

 She went back to the kitchen and put the homemade soup in the microwave, when the machine beeped she took two bowls and poured the hot liquid into them. She took the tv dinner type table she had found in what she assumed to be Alex’s playroom, put a bowl on a platter with a glass of water and brought everything to the nursery. Without explaining what she was doing, she installed the table close to Addison and put the platter on it. “There was enough for two.” She said without emphasis or underlining meaning. She did make a short pause, to try to make Addison understand that she wasn’t being avoided and then she went back to the kitchen to eat the content of her own bowl.

There was a strategy to her unusual approach, she couldn’t guaranty that it would be successful, but it was her initial impression that the less pressure she would put on Addison the more likely the woman would be to feed herself. Women who went through a miscarriage were prone to blame themselves for their unborn child’s death. The guilt, sadness and grief threw such a heavy load on them that any added pressure was more likely to paralyze them than to make them act.

[dr-evilspawn]

I'm sorry you had to work today, honey... How are you feeling?

Tired. Just feel like sleeping. How was your day?

[dr-evilspawn]

[text] Oh, just checking.

[text] I’m still at work. I’m going to be late tonight. Feel free to go to bed without me.