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the original grey’s anatomy love quadrilateral pairings as taylor swift albums:

merder: speak now (young, exciting, passionate. romantic and jaded at the same time. all about flash in the pan love affairs and on and off relationships. also this was ts’s feral era which i think tracks for meredith. enchanted, sparks fly, haunted, ours, i can see you. bonus: better than revenge, for the meraddek triangle)

addek: red (characterized by nostalgia. half breakup album, half love album. a little all over the place. feels like a retrospective on a relationship. if speak now is young, red is about looking back. and in my head baby addek is very fall. holy ground, all too well, treacherous, i almost do, the last time, sad beautiful tragic, the moment i knew, red.)

maddison: 1989 (New York Album. heartbreaking lyrics disguised as fun light pop songs. makes me think of young maddek friendship, the flirtation before the affair, the two months in new york hiding from their real lives and the gossip, trying to salvage something out of the big mess they made. style, out of the woods, slut!, wildest dreams, wonderland, now that we don’t talk)

meddison: lover. (out of the wreckage type love. or post wreckage type love. passionate but ultimately mature, longing, reflective. after the heartbreak of red, after the drama of 1989, after the reinvention of reputation. cruel summer, the archer, paper rings, lover, miss americana & the heartbreak prince, false god, daylight)

marek: reputation. (guys hear me out. i wasn’t even gonna include this pairing but then i had the insane thought that mark and derek kind of have taylor and karlie energy lmao. derek running across the country to become a flannel wearing wood chopping fisherman and not answering anybody’s calls has the same energy as taylor blacking out her social media. the old derek can’t come to the phone right now. why? cause he’s dead. this is why we can’t have nice things, look what you made me do.

👉🏻👈🏻

wip wednesday

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from chapter 2 of my meddison roommate au (WHICH I WILL UPDATE I PROMISE...... eventually)

Izzie was partly right. Meredith had been extremely privileged to have attended Dartmouth and to have Ellis Grey as a mother. Professionally, at least, but definitely not emotionally, Meredith adds bitterly. Meredith can admit that her name has provided her with many opportunities, but she’s also earned her spot. All those sleepless nights at the library, all the hours she put into jobs and research, (despite the excessive partying and drinking), that was all her. Ellis never helped Meredith do her homework at the kitchen table. Ellis never asked a colleague to allow Meredith to shadow them at work, and she certainly never allowed Meredith near her while she was working. Ellis never even believed Meredith could be a doctor, let alone a surgeon. So yes, Ellis Grey’s name swung open doors for Meredith, but it was Meredith herself that pushed her way through and planted her feet firmly on the ground.  Izzie was partly wrong. Addison didn’t exchange surgery for a room at her house. She said so herself. She practically applauded at how Meredith earned this surgery. But was it all a ruse? Did Addison really see her genuine care for the baby, her potential? Or were Addison’s words empty, saying just the right things to wrap Meredith around her finger and take what she needed? Meredith remembers Cristina calling Addison Satan. Had Meredith unknowingly made a deal with the devil? Speak of the devil and she shall appear. Addison is alone in the conference room, sitting at the head of the table. She is wearing her reading glasses again, looking over patient charts.

tagging: anyone who wants to do this! i dont rly have enough mutuals on here rn lol

"romantic" "platonic" no whatever those two have going on is way more sinister than all that

Grey's text posts pt. 4

they really gave us meredith “mommy issues” grey and addison “good girl” montgomery and thought we wouldn’t run wild

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thinking about how meredith and addison's ship name is meddison like damn they really picked the best ship name for two doctors

THE ANGST HURTS SO GOOD

meddison 🖤 (make me cry)

“You’re leaving.”

“Meredith—” she sighs. “Not here, please.”

“Fine,” she says, clipped.

Meredith drags her into a supply closet. “You were just going to leave without telling me! That’s not— It’s not fair, Addison.”

“I know.”

Meredith is quiet, leans a hand against the racks, bracing herself. “What does L.A. have that I don’t?” 

Addison throws her hands up in defeat. “It’s not that simple—”

“Then tell me.”

“You kissed me, Meredith!” she says, harsh. Voice fraying. 

Meredith remembers two weeks ago, unsteady and unsure. Dragging Addison into an on-call room. She hadn’t planned on it. Reaching up and pulling Addison’s lips to her own. Soft and full. 

“You kissed me back—” Meredith hurls at her. Then softer, “I wouldn’t’ve done it if I’d known.”

“Meredith,” Addison shakes her head, runs her fingers through her hair. “I’m not leaving because of you.”

Meredith feels disappointment, sharp and acute, blooming in her sternum. An awful, ugly part of her wishes Addison wanted to leave because of her. At least then it would have mattered. 

“Then why, Addison?”

“It’s too much, being here.” Addison pauses, gathers herself. “I walk around and all I see are ghosts. I can’t live like this, Meredith!”

Meredith hates how small her voice sounds, “But what about me?”

Addison’s face hardens. “What about you?” She laughs incredulously. “You’ll go back to your life here, with your boyfriend, and everyone else. This. Us,” she pauses, gesturing to the space between them. “Was just something you used to fill the void when you were alone and suicidal.”

Meredith flinches away. “You don’t get to do that—” she says, angry. “You don’t get to use that as an excuse to question my judgment every time I make a choice you don’t like!” 

“You don’t want me, Meredith—”

Meredith cuts her off, “Is that why you kissed me back? Because you were scared I was going to—”

“Don’t.” Addison deflates, “No, Meredith. You know that’s not why.”

“Say it, Addison.”

“I have nothing more to say. I don’t owe you anything.” Addison turns, reaches for the door. 

Desperate, Meredith grabs her arm. “We were friends, or— Or something before that—”

Addison wrenches her arm away, pivots, hair whipping around as she faces Meredith. “No! No Meredith, we were nothing.” 

Meredith recoils as if she’s been slapped. “I—'' I hate you, it forms heavy on the tip of her tongue but she can't say it. 

Addison seems to realize her mistake. “Meredith, I’m—”

“Save it.”

“Meredith, look at me.” Against her better judgment, Meredith does. “I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry.” 

Meredith feels a tear roll down her cheek. Gently, Addison brushes it away with her thumb. Her hand lingers, fingers splaying across Meredith’s cheek. Addison leans forward, tipping Meredith’s chin so she can feel Addison’s breath on her lips. Addison kisses her, tender. Meredith sinks into it. Her lips are warm and soft, and for a second Meredith believes it’s going to be okay.

Then lightly, Meredith pushes at Addison’s shoulder, steps away from her. 

“Goodbye, Addison. I hope— I hope L.A. works out for you.” Meredith leaves Addison in the supply closet, soft eyes and parted lips.

True to her word, Addison is gone the next morning.

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💙 for meddison :)

💙 drunken kiss / tipsy

--

She isn't drunk, Addison Forbes-Montgomery does not do drunk, thank you very much, however, she's fairly certain that someone spiked the fruit punch a little too enthusiastically to be appropriate at a party thrown at a damn hospital. Then again, Grey Sloan has never been an institution to do anything by the books.

(She suspects Helm, but can't prove it.)

Meredith's standing a little too close to just be platonic, or is it Addison herself who stepped into the other woman's personal bubble? Either way, Meredith doesn't seem to mind, and Addison is happy, because she'd much rather be standing next to Meredith than anyone else currently present -- and no, she won't be unpacking that mental statement either, thank you very much.

This party has been going on for much longer than Addison would have liked, but her coat is at the very bottom of the pile in the corner, and she can't be bothered to dig it out of the mess. --Okay, and maybe she's enjoying her time spent in Meredith's aura, even though her shoes are making her feet hurt and she's starting to get hungrier than the snacks available will satiate.

Slowly, the crowd of partygoers decreases, until Addison and Meredith are the only ones left standing in the middle of the room, still mere inches from each other.

And Addison decides to act on the impulse that has been bouncing around in her brain ever since she returned to Seattle.

"I'm--" She pauses until she's certain Meredith is listening to her. "I'm going to do something, and if it goes disastrously we can just say we were drunk and don't remember it tomorrow, okay?"

Meredith frowns, but nods, setting her own glass of wine down to the side.

"Okay."

"Okay," Addison repeats, before stepping forward and pressing her lips against Meredith's.

God that wine was cheap, she thinks as she tastes the drops still on Meredith's lips, and then she doesn't think again until their lips part again and the first thought on her mind is oh God.

But Meredith smiles.

"I think I'd like to remember this. Maybe we should do it again, just to be sure."

🧡 for meddison?

🧡 kissing in bed / lazy kiss / cuddling

They're soft <3

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"Hi." A messy head of blonde hair mumbles the greeting against Addison's bare shoulder, followed by a gentle press of dry, warm lips to her skin. Meredith is wrapped around her, holding her, still holding her, ever since Addison broke down in tears last night.

"Hi," she rasps in return. Her voice is still raspy, still coloured by emotion.

"Feeling better?"

"Not really," Addison admits honestly.

If this had been Derek, he wouldn't even have known you were scared or upset in the first place, her brain adds in for her.

"That's okay," Meredith murmurs, placing more tender kisses against Addison's skin. "I'll just hold you until you do."

(me on a first date) and what do you think of the inherent intimacy of surgery? have you considered the love someone must have to put their hands under your skin and hold the most grotesque parts of you and put them back together nicely? is anyone really closer to you than that? we all get uh a little enamored on the surgery table don't we haha. wait come back

💙 meddison?

💙: drunk kiss/tipsy kiss

The alcohol circling through her system is just the push Meredith needs to close the distance between them. The light is low and glancing off of Addison’s dark curls, the scent of her perfume is intoxicating, and her lips are soft and warm as she kisses Meredith, gently parting her lips with a brush of her tongue. She can’t not kiss Addison, really. From the moment she arrived this morning, there’s never been a doubt in Meredith’s mind that they’d end up here.

Meredith feels giddy, drunk off the way Addison kisses her. It’s softer and slower than she’s used to; gentle, like Addison doesn’t want to hurt her or doesn’t want her to run—like she would even think about it. It’s different than before. Then again, they’re not the same people as they were before.

In the end, Addison is the first to draw back. “Meredith,” she says.  Meredith doesn’t know what she means, not when color is high on her cheeks and her chest is heaving like she’d just been doing a lot more than kissing. It leaves her breathless with emotion, to look at her like this. She feels it too, Meredith thinks dumbly. She has to.

#rivals to best friends excellence

big fan of media thats too homopobic to admit gay people exist yet nontheless operates with a homoerotic subtext so insane that none of the characters’ motivations make sense unless they carnally desire each other

"we were never even supposed to be friends."

thinking abt how meredith would wear dereks clothes after he died and how theres a small chance that some of those clothes were given to him by addison.

just. the fact that they will always be connected through this man. even after his death. IM SICK.

the worlds biggest addek/meraddek fan is also the worlds biggest derek hater (i contain multitudes)

and tbh this whole meraddek ordeal is starting to make me like merder. but mostly in the meraddek context.