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Fragmented

Noah Sebastian x OFC

We made it. We fucking made it. The end of Leena and Noah’s story. It’s been a rollercoaster. The special, surreal story that this has become blows me away. To think that I started this with a broken heart and a silhouette of an idea.

Thank you to my regular, dedicated readers. Thank you to those who gave me feedback of any kind. Thank you to the friends I’ve made because of this story. For those of you who checked on me during this difficult time of my life.

Every last one of you reading this. Thank you. After writing notes: I'M NOT CRYING MY EYES ARE SWEATING. For the love of God, listen to the title song the entire time. I hope you like it. :)

Warnings: Fucking marshmallow fluff, my guy

Taglist: @flowery-mess @lma1986 @myownthoughts12 @poisongirl616 @missduffsblog @reidsblessing @malerieee @jilliemiw86 @thisbicc @xx-like-a-villian-xx @diabolicdiatonics

Part 12 - If I’m There

Two weeks. We had two weeks. Were we trying to figure it out? No. Were we talking about it? Nope. Were we acting as if the last six months had almost never happened?

Pretty much.

Mileena and Addison had all but moved back home with me, their things making their way back little by little every day.

‘I don’t want to annoy Lauren, her and Nick are living together now and she needs space!'

‘I just need a few things, I promise I’m not planning on crowding you.’

‘I can always move back into my place once the tenants leave. It’s no big issue.’

Yeah, I shot that one down pretty quick.

I was constantly reminding Leena that my girls being home made me happier than I had been all year, but she continued to be insecure and refused to believe me. Despite my reassurances, she still insisted that she would not assume I would forgive her for what she put us through this year, and that she still had making up to do.

Interesting perspective, given I had long forgiven her, and was now enjoying my days more than ever. I could write music with a clear head, I ate dinner with my daughter every night, I slept next to my best friend.

She had lost her mind entirely if she thought I was letting this slip away again.

I found myself thinking of her while I perused the grocery store, grabbing not only mine and Addison’s favorite snacks, but hers as well. Sour Punch Straws, blueberry bagels, and snack cheese. When I walked to the check stand, the bouquet of flowers stared at me, daring me to get them for her.

Was it too much? We hadn’t agreed we were back together. I was afraid to spook her. Was getting her flowers too forward?

But they were orange and black daisies…

So I walked out of that grocery store with her snacks, a can of her favorite flavor of Redbull, and a bouquet of Halloween color daisies.

Wow, I’ve become so fucking soft.

Didn’t matter. Because when I stepped in the doorway, and she came to help grab the bags from me, and she laid eyes on the arrangement in my hand, her eyes sparkled like I hadn’t seen in so long. She wasn’t even a flower person. She couldn’t keep a plant alive for longer than a week. But seeing the smile playing on her lips, I knew she was swooning back from the gesture.

Smart fucking move, Sebastian.

Our day passed easily, moving through motions fluidly while tossing small smiles at each other. We cooked dinner in the kitchen, singing and dancing to Addie’s favorite movie soundtrack (currently Moana), while she squealed in her high chair and bounced to the tune.

Bathing Addison was back to being a team effort, given she was trying to climb out of the tub every few seconds. I roared out laughing when Mileena slipped and fell on her ass into the water, soaking her sweats. She promptly pulled me in after, ensuring to spread bubbles over the top of my head. Addison watched on in wonder, not even understanding the fireworks exploding right in front of her.

At night, though? That’s when we felt it most. After the baby was asleep, and we had to exist alone together, the awkward silences always fell between us, leaving us to giggle nervously and go about our own business.

It was in those moments I would finally get a second to ask myself, where were we? Where does this leave us? Does she still want me? Was she feeling as elated as I was? Or was this all a temporary arrangement?

She changed into dry clothes, and I was sitting on the edge of the bed, flipping idly though Netflix for something compelling enough to play. She stepped out of the closet, stopping short in front of me.

“So, what are your plans?”

I quirked an eyebrow, eyes still fixed on the TV. “Plans?”

She leaned a hip on the dresser, folding her arms. “Yeah, like, what are you going to do with the rest of the night?”

Shrugging loosely, I set the remote down and looked at her. “I haven’t decided yet. Probably watch a movie.”

Chewing the inside of her cheek, she nodded slowly. “Okay, that sounds nice.”

What a strange conversation. It felt so forced.

“What about you?”

I could see her mind thinking behind her eyes. Words wanted to come out, but she wasn’t letting them. Eventually, she visibly gave up on whatever internal battle she was having.

“Ugh,” She sighed heavily. “I’ll probably just hang out.” And she began moving toward the doorway.

“Hey.” I called after her and she turned her head to look at me. “Want to hang out together?”

Existing together didn’t have to be hard. I watched the TV, catching up on One Piece, while she sat cross legged across the couch, laptop perched on her legs, chewing a Sour Punch Straw. We had been like this for an hour and a half.

The longer we sat here, the more I could feel myself burning to be closer to her. The distance between us just wasn’t working for me right now.

Her eyes were scanning the screen, clearly enthralled in whatever she was reading, as told by the way the corner of her mouth was pinched up in a small grin.

Disregarding the anime, I slid my body over to her, sprawling flat on my stomach and leaning my head near her lap.

“Whatcha reading?” I propped my head on the palm of my hand.

Her eyes flickered to me for a moment, and a sheepish grin crawled over her.

“A blog.”

My eyes tried to wrap to her screen, but failed given the angle. “About what?”

Considering for a moment, she gave me a look painted with mischief.

“About you.”

My eyes popped open. “Me?”

She cackled. “Not the real you.” This only confused me further, my face screwing up trying to figure out what she meant. “You ever had a Tumblr?”

I sat up then, crossing my legs in the same fashion as her. “When I was fifteen, maybe?”

Her giggles were uncontrollable. “Well, it still exists, and Laura asked me recently if I had ever looked to see how much fanfiction was written about you guys.”

My brain clicked into place. “You’re reading fanfiction? About me?”

She leaned back leisurely. “Some of these are very intriguing. I find it wildly entertaining.”

“Like what?”

Leena smirked, scrolling on her screen. “Well, there’s one on here that is crazy popular, about you falling in love with the lead singer of another band. I’m only four chapters in, but it’s actually really good.” She clicked on a link, a GIF of myself when my hair was long and pulled up in a claw clip popped up on the screen. “And this is one of the more tame ones.”

This piqued my interest. “Oh? How bad does it get?”

I watched as she slipped a little further into her hoodie, mildly embarrassed.

“I may or may not have found a large amount of smut written about you.”

My eyes bulged then, and my hands snatched the laptop off of her.

“No fucking way!”

I began scrolling, but her hands were grabbing at the laptop. She was shrieking at me to give it back while stopping to laugh. “Don’t Noah! You can’t read your own fanfiction! That’s some kind of crime against physics or something!”

I chuckled, lifting the computer out of her reach while she clawed at me.

“Why? Because it would break some kind of dimensional third wall?”

She continued her efforts while I chuckled at her.

“That or it’s extremely humiliating!”

“Worth it.”

She began climbing over me in her attempts to reach the laptop, which had me laughing even harder.

“Don’t drop my computer or I’ll kill you!” She growled at me. The threat resembled something you’d see in a cartoon, given how much smaller she was than me.

Still, somewhere inside me, I didn’t exactly doubt it.

“Only if you read me some of the dirty stuff.”

Her mouth fell open and eyes bugged out. “Excuse me?”

Lowering my brows, I brought the laptop closer to her reach. “Read me some smut about me.”

Her hand finally grabbed the edge of the computer, pulling it away as she fell back on her ass on the couch.

“Absolutely not.”

I made a show of pouting my lip out, and gave her my best rendition of sad puppy eyes.

“Please? I’m so fucking curious.”

She waved me off. “You’ve got a computer, read it yourself!”

I then narrowed my eyes and licked my lip. “That’s not as fun.”

She scoffed, sitting back, and smiled precariously. "Not happening, perv."

I rolled my eyes. "You are so boring."

Her tongue darted out between her lips and she scrunched up her nose to mock me. I took the opportunity to catch her off guard, tackling her around the midsection back onto the couch. This caused a small squeak out of her, and her hand quickly shelved the laptop on the coffee table. I sat up on my knees, straddling her waist, and stared down at her menacingly.

"You should know better than to make fun of me."

She pointed a finger while looking up at me. "You called me boring!"

Smirking, I lifted both hands, mimicking claws. "Now, say sorry for being a brat."

Her mouth fell open in disbelief. "I'm the brat? You're the one getting mad because I won't do what you want."

Without warning, my hands came down to grab at her sides, squeezing and tickling mercilessly while she shrieked, squirming underneath me.

"Noah! Stop it!"

My tongue caught between my teeth, I continued my attack, hitting all the right spots. "Nope. Not until you say sorry."

Breathlessly, she tried to speak. "I'm- fuck!" Her back arched off of the couch, pressing hard against my crotch, as she did all she could to get away from me. "I'm sorry!"

My hands stilled, and I squeezed her hips tightly. "Thank you, princess."

She caught her breath, chest rising and falling while she stared up at me, eyelids crested.

Just like that, the air was thick. It came screaming back to my attention that we hadn't touched each other, or even been this close, since the night we fucked after dinner, in this very spot. By the look I saw sparkling behind her eyes, she was realizing the very same thing.

My fingers still pressed into her sides, I lowered my face to reach her, pressing my nose into the side of her neck and nuzzling gently. I heard the slightest giggle escape her, and I let my hands wander up her sides. Laying myself down beside her, I let my lips begin dropping soft kisses on the skin just behind her ear. My arm, now laid across her stomach, felt the hard breath she exhaled.

Her hand fell on my arm, fingers gripping me and pulling me tighter against her.

Mileena turned her face to look into my eyes, and gave me the smallest smile I may have ever seen. My chest swelled, and I pulled her toward me, pressing my lips against hers gently. She reciprocated the kiss, lazily rolling to her side and tucking herself comfortably against me.

How long we stayed this way, limbs entwined and mouths connected, I'll never know. I only knew that it was so warm, and so sweet to have her hard pressed into my soul, and not preparing to run at any given moment.

Once we finally broke apart, I truly believe that we both were so comfortable, and so content, that we ended up dozing off wrapped around each other.

"Noah?" I could barely hear her voice over the spray of the shower.

"Yes?" I'm certain my words were muffled, as I was scrubbing soap over my face.

We had woken up, stiff and backs sore, about twenty minutes ago, still on the couch. The only way to loosen my muscles was with a boiling hot shower, so I allowed myself while Leena brewed the morning coffee and we waited for Addison to wake up.

"We need to talk."

The words struck a cord so deep inside me that I felt every bone in my body crack ever so slightly. My hands halted on my skin, and the water poured off of me. Thirty full seconds of silence followed, so I finally responded.

"About?"

"Us."

Fuck. She was going to run. She'd become so God damn flighty.

I turned the water off, despite that I still hadn't washed my hair, and swung the curtain open to see her standing, arms crossed, staring at me with deep brown eyes mimicking a doe crossing a highway. She looked me up and down, maybe lingering a fraction of a second longer on my cock.

I grabbed the towel from the rack, and waved a hand at her. "Okay, what do we need to talk about?"

Blinking a few times, she stepped back to give me room to climb out of the shower.

"Well," She cleared her throat. "I've been thinking," I could see the nerves radiating off of her in waves. "we need to decide what we're doing."

I cocked an eyebrow at her after shaking my hair out. "We do?"

This drug a sigh out of her. "Yes? We can't live in limbo forever."

"Define 'limbo', because I thought it was pretty clear." I was taking a chance with my choice of words, but I was going to run with it.

"Clear? I'm kind of living here again, we had sex, we made out for like half an hour last night, but..." She trailed off while following me to the closet.

"But...?"

I disappeared into the open closet. "But," She paused, and I imagined that she was making her frustrated face. "we never resolved anything."

"What do we need to resolve?" I pulled my Henley over my head. "I thought we both made a solid effort to grow from the whole thing."

"Okay, but the original issue-"

I cut her off as I popped out of the closet. "Was Rachel. And she's obviously been dealt with." I pointed to her. "You made sure of that." I smirked, and I saw a slow blush creep up her neck.

"Rachel wasn't the issue. Or the whole issue." She was sitting on the dresser now.

"Alright, so let's talk about it." I dropped down on the edge of the bed, and put my palms up in the air, opening the floor.

She leaned back against the wall, hands folded in her lap, and looked down to the floor. "If we get back together, I don't know how to do this." She shrugged. "The touring, the being alone, all of the girls. It's a lot, Noah."

I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees, chin on my hands.

"I feel like I could lose you at a moment's notice. What if you meet someone out there on the road? Someone better? That won't be sitting at home tying you down?"

I just shook my head. "Mileena, I don't want anyone else. Or anything else. You, Addie, and Angel. That's it for me. I don't need anything else."

"I know you say that, and when you do, I believe you. My mind just wanders when I'm at home. It starts with the thoughts, small and ridiculous. But then they grow. You forget to call, or I see a video of you talking to a girl. Then my mind goes wild, and I just don't know how to deal with it. It's maddening." She scrubbed her hands over her face. "It makes me feel insane."

"Hmm," I perused this. My brain was racing, trying to figure out what I could do to reassure her. "I offered to quit."

Her eyes popped open. "No. Absolutely not. I wouldn't allow it."

"Why not?"

"Because, Noah. As much as I love being with you, and would kill to have you all to myself all of the time, I love you too much to see you quit the one thing that makes you that kind of happy." She stared at me, no ounce of falter on her face. "You were meant to do this, and I refuse to let you stop because of me."

Well, hard to argue that.

"Okay, so what is it that bothers you most? What is your worst case scenario?"

Leena looked positively defeated when she spoke, which caused a thin fracture to run through my heart.

"That you won't love me anymore. Won't want to come home to me. That I'll lose you."

"And what can I do? What will show you that it's just not fucking possible?" I begged.

"I don't know. I don't think anything can."

How did we get here? We were so unified. A solid, strong, bulletproof team that could take on anything. And without much effort on either part, we had shattered like glass. We were broken. Our love had fragmented, and even if we tried to keep it together, I just couldn't get the fucking pieces to stick.

Unless...

I jumped off of the bed, the idea sparking through me as a bolt of lightning. It startled her, and she gave me a concerned look.

"I've got to go somewhere." I grabbed my shoes from their place next to the bed.

"What?" I could see the look in her eyes, as if I just swept the rug from under her.

I stopped as I began to brush past her, dropping a hand on her shoulder.

"I'll only be gone a little bit. Back by dinner, I promise."

Her mouth fell open. "Noah, I didn't mean to-"

I clapped a hand over her mouth, forcing her to stop.

"Shhh, nope. Stop. Not right now. I promise, we will finish this conversation, just not right now. Not today."

Releasing her mouth, I bounded out of the room, and trotted down the stairs.

"Wait!" I looked back up at her, at the top of the banister. "The bounce house will be here in an hour!"

"Have them put it in the backyard."

She rolled her eyes. "My Dad's flight gets in at 7."

"And I will be there to pick him up."

She growled. "Where are you going?"

I threw a wink at her before slipping out of the front door.

"You really think this is going to work?" Nick's voice was skeptical, to say the least, as we walked through the mall. "Leena's not one for gifts, you know."

My hands were in my pockets, my nerves making me rip at the cuticles. "Dude, it fucking has to." I chewed my bottom lip. "Where the fuck is this place?!"

"Relax, dude. It's at the very back of the mall." He walked comfortably next to me. "How did this come up, anyway?"

"Dude, I can't get into it or I may fucking pussy out. Let's just go over the plan again?"

He rolled his eyes. "Laura and I will get to the party twenty-minutes late so Mileena is pissed and distracted. I'll have the 'gift' in the car." He quoted himself. "I'll discreetly go grab it during presents. And after cake, you'll give it to her."

I nodded. "What if she hates it?"

He shook his head, laughing to himself. "I don't know, but if she starts flipping out? I am gone."

A two-year old's birthday party is a weird setting on it's own, let alone on a day like today. Sun shining, slightly chilly, light breeze. Weird day. Scary day. Potentially earth-shattering day.

Attempts to avoid Mileena's interrogations last night after I got home were only successful due to her Dad being there and keeping her distracted. He didn't know what the plan was. No one did. I was going to catch her so far off-guard, I had hoped it would be just fucking good enough to get her to not lose her shit.

It was a risk.

But what's life without a little risk?

"Happy birthday to you!" Everyone in the room chanted as Mileena walked through the dining room, cake lit with two individual blue candles on the cake holding Bluey's face on top.

"Happy birthday dear Addison." I stood to stand behind her, hand on the small of her back, watching the subtle tears pool at the corner of her eyes.

"Happy birthday to you!" Addie was absolutely enamored, eyes wide and two teeth shining brightly in the glow of the flames.

Leena and I both bent down on either side of where she sat in her highchair, and blew out the candles, earning a round of applause from the large crowd gathered in my home, all here to celebrate this sweet little life we had created.

Once the lights came back up, I couldn't tear my eyes away from her face while she cut the cake, and placed a thick slice on Addie's high chair. We all watched her smush the cake with her hands, shoveling it into her mouth, as we enjoyed our own pieces.

Folios took it upon himself to pull her out of the chair, and take her in to the bathroom to clean her up. Mileena followed to assist.

I stood, nearly trembling now, watching as various children and a few adults bounced in the inflatable house in front of me, taking up most of my backyard. My mind was being pulled in so many different directions. What if she hated it? What if she screamed? What if she ran away? What if I fucked up, again?

A hand clapped the back of my shoulder, pulling me from my thoughts.

"Hey, man." Jolly stood next to me, beer in hand, smiling proudly. "Our girl is two now, hard to believe."

I smiled, baring all of my teeth. "Right? Getting too big, too fast."

He nodded, pulling from the bottle. "You good? You seem a little shaky."

"Yeah," I shrugged, trying to even my breathing. "just thinking."

"Not second thoughts, I hope?" Jolly bumped me with his elbow.

"Not exactly. I can't return it. I just..." I trailed off.

"What, man? What are you so worried about?"

I sighed. "I don't know, dude. What if it doesn't work? What if she leaves again?"

Jolly shook his head firmly. "No. She won't."

My head fell back, frustrated. "You don't know that. You don't know her like I do."

Another gulp of his beer down. "I don't, but I know you."

I looked over at him, raising an eyebrow.

"Man, no two people look at each other the way you guys do. No man feels guilty for just thinking about another woman the way you did. No woman is willing to sacrifice her own happiness for someone else's the way she was." He glanced back over his shoulder at where she had emerged, setting Addison free to go back in the bounce house.

She looked like heaven. Black plain short-sleeved t-shirt. High-waisted white pleated skirt. Long raven hair falling loosely over her shoulders with just the lightest wave to it. No makeup. Chocolate brown eyes shining in what was left of the sunlight.

That was mine. I needed it. I needed it forever.

"The way you're looking at her now." I was brought back to the conversation with Jolly. "That there?" He pointed with his index finger that held the bottle. "That's it for you, man. Don't second guess yourself."

That was it. That was all I needed.

My feet were pulling me toward her, purpose pushing me every step over the grass. She was sitting in a chair, leaning forward to hear what Laura was telling her from where she sat across the table. She was smiling. Fuck, I'm so weak when she's smiling.

I can do this. I can fucking do this.

"Hey, Noah!" Laura's voice brought Mileena's attention to me, craning her neck to stare, a smile still gracing her lips.

"Hey, you okay?"

I gave Laura a small wave, and looked at Leena. "Yeah, why?"

She smirked, turning her body fully toward me. "You look like you're about to be sick."

I was. Absolutely was going to vomit.

"I'm good, I just need to, uh" I scratched the back of my head, which made her raise an eyebrow. "I wanted to..."

I couldn't look at her, which made her suspicious.

"Noah?"

"Huh?" I finally returned her gaze.

"What's going on?"

Closing my eyes for a second, I took a slow, deep breath, and righted myself.

I can fucking do this.

"Can we talk?" I reached a hand for her, which she took, and I caught the shadow of the look that crossed Laura's face. She had made me, I knew she had, but she wouldn't say it out loud.

Leena stood, following as I led her to the middle of the yard, away from too many prying ears, but still within eyesight of the party.

"What's up?" She was confused, and that was okay.

By this time, we had caught the attention of most partygoers, who I could see whispering amongst themselves and watching. I also noticed the music on the Bluetooth had stopped, no doubt to hear what was happening. Nosey fuckers.

I turned so she could face me, back to everyone else.

"I told you that we would finish our conversation from yesterday morning."

She scoffed. "Now? Shouldn't we wait until everyone leaves?"

I shook my head. "No, because if I wait any longer I might actually explode."

Her head cocked slightly to the side, confused. "I'm not following."

"I know. You're not supposed to. I'm bad at keeping secrets, so it's kind of crazy I managed over twenty-four hours without you figuring it out." I smiled a small, hesitant grin.

"What?"

"Mileena, you said that you were afraid that one day, I wouldn't love you anymore? That I won't want to come home to you, and you'll lose me, right? You remember?" My words were spilling over each other, and she was struggling to keep up.

"Yes...?" She was so hesitant. My stomach flipped backwards. What if it didn't work?

"And when I asked what I could do to show you that wasn't possible, you said you didn't know?"

She just nodded. I grabbed her hands.

"Well," I inhaled a big breath. "I don't know either."

Her eyes twitched slightly, like she was waiting on a startle that never came.

"You don't?"

"I don't." I let one hand go, reaching into my sweatshirt pocket. "But," I ran my fingers over the cube, velvet over the pad of my thumb, before I removed it from it's hiding place. "I've got an idea of where to start."

Her eyes darted down to my hand, and the shock blazed over her face.

"What the fuck is that?"

I wasn't going to let it deter me. We've come too far. I sunk down, as traditional as ever.

"Mileena," My hands presented it to her, cracking it at the hinge, the black, coffin-shaped onyx perched on the rose gold band, encrusted with crystals, on full display to her. "it's not that I can't live without you."

"Holy fuck..." Her mouth hung open, eyes glued to the ring in my hands.

"I have just come to learn that I don't fucking want to."

"Noah," The tears began to form. "what are you doing?"

"I'm making it official. No more questions. No more limbo."

She only responded with a small, breathless, squeak.

"Mileena Jane Richards, will you marry me?"

Silence can be so loud sometimes, but here? In that moment? The entire world was without a single, utter sound.

I stared at her, it was all I could do, as I watched the gears turn. Process what I had just asked. And every passing millisecond, I was sure my heart would explode.

"Yes."

And if you're there, to catch me when I fall, then maybe hell ain't so bad after all.

The End

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emiplayzmc · 2 months

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Yes hi hello I am completely normal about the Advertisons.

YIPPEEE, my designs of the main four Addisons! Headcanons + Individual information under the cut :) (Long Post, as usual).

I think I started working on this in January?? In any case, THIS TOOK TOO LONG BUT I AM SO HAPPY ABOUT IT!!

From left to right: Target (Pink), Banner (Orange), Broadcast (Yellow), and Sample (Blue)

Part 1: Body Ref Sheet + Headcanons

Part 2: Random Headcanons

Sample James (The Blue Addison) [He/Him]

I am not immune to Blue Addison = Oldest and most responsible propaganda. So... yeah! Sample is the eldest / second-eldest next to his twin, Broadcast, of the group! He's an employee of a gift shop / Cyber Shoes location (the shop that gives out free samples!) They're the most level-headed of the group, being the type to offer gentle advice, comfort, and care, along with a listening ear and a calming presence. They're not exactly... enthusiastic about their job? But it pays the bill, so he doesn't try to find a new one that fits into his purpose within Cyber City's Addison workforce. Sample also has pica, so occasionally he's selling / giving Lightners (like Kris) products from the gift shop like they're comsumables rather than items.

Sample is closest with his twin, Broadcast - in fact, they're the only pair of Addisons to have spawned in at the exact same time on the same day in Cyber City. Even if they're not biologically related, they still consider themselves twins, and they were the first people that each other saw. Broadcast is a bit like the Yin to Sample's Yang, as they're an influencer to getting Sample to be more outgoing, while Sample is the influence that (sometimes) mellows Broadcast out.

Sample's advertisements tend to hinge between survey advertisements (like sample sizes) and advertising websites that work with coupons and saving money like Honey and Rakuten.

Broadcast Nikola (The Yellow Addison) [He/They]

In my interpretation of the main four Addisons, Broadcast is, as his name suggests, a commercial broadcaster! Tehy work very long hours at Cyber City's TV station as the sole host of Cyber City's shopping channels, advertising products sold by Addisons across the city nearly 24 hours a day. Despite the long hours, he's a huge ball of energy, constantly speaking quickly and fidgeting with a pair of metal spheres that they carry everywhere. In addition, they're... very much a coffee and sugar addict, keeping a thermos on him at all times that's filled with coffee mixed with obscene amounts of cinnamon and sugar.

Of course, they're closest with their twin, Sample. Most of their free time off work is spent with him. Broadcast is also the type to wear Hawaiian shirts and meme clothes (like that one ADHD shirt that parodies the ACDC merch), and was the one who suggested they and Sample dye portions of their hair in the other's colour, and the one who suggested the family spend their Friday nights at the Cyber Grill (a lot of the time, he was singing at the karaoke stand with Spamton or Banner).

As you probably guessed, Broadcast's advertisements are all television / video based, with commercials on television and advertisements on websites like YouTube.

Target Tourmaline (The Pink Addison) [He/Him]

Target is the middle child of the main four Addisons! He runs a combination jewellery store / Cyber Shoes location - the place where you buy the Freeze Ring / get the pitch for the Dating Shoes. He also runs the tea shop, so he is a bit of a workaholic. He's very no-nonsense and by-the-book, and VERY strict with time management since he already runs three stores. He's also very picky about what he eats and drinks, watching the amount of data that consumables have and pretty much only drinking tea and occasionally battery acid.

Out of the main group, he's the most powerful with his magic, having studied and practiced with it for a long time. Outside of being very uppity, he does care a lot about his siblings, and is usually the one to be called for tough love and harsh truths that need to be heard. He's the closest with Banner, but was also pretty close with Spamton in more of a teasing older sibling - egotistical little sibling dynamic.

Their type of advertising is targeted ads, giving Lightners ads based on their browsing data. He and Spamton used to run a dating website where he did the matchmaking, and Spamton sent out the emails to promote the website.

Banner Hestia (The Orange Addison) [They/Them]

Banner is the youngest of the main four! They run the shop where you buy the Mannequin, and is the most successful of the group with a very popular boutique. They tend to hyperfixate HARD on their clothing designs, and brings a sketching tablet practically everywhere with them. They can make clothes and designs very VERY fast, buuuut tend to fall asleep at their own desk late at night.

They're the closest with Target, usually going to him for advice and just general hanging out, but it's very well known that Banner wears their heart on their sleeve, and cares deeply for every one of their little family - to the point where it may be a little bit obsessive / possessive. They're known for their excellent customer service and speed at getting work and commissions done, being very helpful and supportive towards the customers that come to their shop. Simultaneously the most and least salesman-like of the group since despite their great success they still form a lot of connections with customers and clients and never just like another sucker to buy their stuff.

Banner's type of advertising is, of course, banner advertisements. You have them to thank for the absolutely insane amount of banner ads covering most of the Fandom wiki.

#art #digital art #deltarune #drawing #artists on tumblr #digital artwork #illustration #fanart #yellow addison #orange addison #blue addison #pink addison #addisons #deltarune addisons #spamton #addison headcanons

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turntableart · 9 days

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I would do an intro buuuut I'm nervous so I'm gonna ramble about my Addison head cannons :] by the way a lot of my head cannons are built around brightgoats ad art, go look at that p l e a s e

ADDISON HC

Ads are robots!

Ads can dust when they perish (cause I'm mean)

Ads can get viruses (d u h)

Ad can get fake limbs if they lose one (robots so yeah of course)

They have heart chains! All of em!

They get damaged by the acid (I am a spam acid bath person! I think he fell riiiight in there)

They can be replaced

They can be wiped (no more memory or personality for y O u buddy :])

They can bleach and dye themselves (most don't cause of the next bullet point)

Ads have colourized code (what I mean by that is the ad colours act similar to other ads of that colour aka pinks might be more bitchy than blues ya know?)

Colours have specialized attacks! (Pinks cursors, yellows electric stuff, aka a lot of this is from brightgoat go look at they're stuff)

The og squad have n a m es (pink- clickon, blue- magson, orange- payton, yellow- videon, all these also brightgoat can you tell I fucking love they're ad stuff :])

Every ad name ends with on? (Idk brightgoat again)

Welp ima leave that there for a while :] I'll update it later most likely! Toodles

#deltarune #addison oc #deltarune addisons #deltarune chapter 2 #oc lore #headcanon

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storiesofsvu · 2 years

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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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imonawholedifferentlevel · 10 days

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⇚ 𝙄𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪?!⇛

𝗠𝗼𝗼𝗻'𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩

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I honestly wanted to take cotton swabs and just shove them in my ears since I couldn't take Bucky's obnoxious talking any longer, but luckily I didn't have to do that because Zed jumped onto the stage right next to him.

"Zombie strong!" he yelled out, and everyone cheered in surprise, with me being the loudest.

"Hello, everyone. My name is Zed, and I am running for president," he said, but was cut off by Bucky as he shoved him aside.

"Zed can't steal my spotlight. What about the whole anti-monster thingy?" Bucky said to Principal Lee I rolled my eyes and jumped onto the stage as well, and some people cheered for me. I smirked and threw them all a wink before turning to the maybe gay cheerleader.

"Anyone can run for president, Bucky." I started, and Principal Lee nodded.

"She actually has a point, Mr. Bucky." She agreed, and Bucky gave her a look of betrayal.

"What?!"

"Yes"

"A zombie president?"

"Ew!" the Aceys all said.

"As the first ever zombie president, I will allow zombies to go to the prawn," he announced, and all the zombies cheered.

"If you vote for me, I will bring you prosperity and awesomeness!" he shouted, and the cheers got louder.

"Zed! Zed! Zed! Zed! Zed! Zed!" They cheered.

"As your president, I will make Seabrook a place that embraces zombies and..."

"Werewolves?!" Bree shouted, pointing to the doors. I looked, and I saw eyes peeking into the room.

"Uh, no. Why would we want...werewolves!" Zed yelled. I jumped and covered my ears at the loud commotion as the doors burst open, revealing a whole pack of wolves. I felt my wrist vibrate a little, and I looked down and saw my mate necklace lighting up.

I made contact with the male wolf and realized that he was the same guy that I saw in zombie town, and now that I was looking at him, he reminded me of Wyatt.

"Look over there!" he said, pointing to where I and Addison were standing, and I raised an eyebrow and looked around, making sure he wasn't pointing to someone else.

As they came towards the stage, Zed quickly got in front of us.

"Football team! Defense, Z 24!" he yelled out, and the team instantly came over, creating a border around all three of us and blocking the wolves from getting to us.

"Right! Let's go, Mighty Shrimp!" They yelled out, ready to take the wolves if they had to, but I could see and sense the fear in their faces and in their bodies, which made me snicker.

"Pussies," I muttered under my breath, crossing my arms.

I noticed that one of the wolves that had space buns in her hair was staring at me intensely and cocking her head as if she were studying me or something.

She honestly looked exactly like Wynter, just by looking into her matching eyes.

"Uh, Eliza? What are you doing?" Zed asked, and I looked over to Eliza and saw her trying to remove her Z-band.

"Let's smash our Z-bands and zombies out. We can use our strength to fend them off." She said it in a determined voice, but I reached out my hand to stop her from taking it off, and she gave me a confused look.

"We can't lose control. We are not monsters." Zed protested, and I rolled my eyes. We sure are monsters.

"Our razor-sharp claws will gut 'em and splatter their blood." The girl with the space buns said so, and everyone screamed.

The girl's eyes widened, and she quickly looked to the alpha and beta, who gave her a look while I let out a loud snicker, but it was quickly silenced by Zed elbowing me in the side.

"Too much?" she asked, and they both nodded before the girl's eyes glowed orange and her moonstone glowed blue.

"Wolves! On my command!" She said as all of the other wolves bared their teeth and claws as their moonstones glowed blue and mine also glowed, and I looked down in confusion before my eyes widened.

Wait a damn minute.

My head snapped up to the girl leading the whole pack, and I realized she was the same girl that me and Addison saw in the woods, but now I was able to get a more clear look at her, and my heart instantly stopped that curly brown hair with those streaks of white on it and those dark brown eyes.

I looked down at her wrist and saw a bracelet that resembled mine exactly, and it was glowing.

It was her; it was really her; it had to be.

"Willa," I said, and all eyes snapped to me, including the packs.

She turned to look at me, and she squinted her eyes before they widened. I saw her let out a soft gasp before her eyes widened and her eyes turned back to their original brown color.

She looked down at her wrist and finally saw her glowing bracelet before looking back at me.

"Moon?" She mumbled while the two other wolves on her side looked at her in disbelief.

I knew it had to be Wynter and Wyatt because nobody else but my sister wears her hair in two space buns, and Wyatt always had those two streaks of black lines under his eyes.

I walked down from the stage and brushed past the football players.

"It can't be," Willa said, shaking her head, and I gave her a soft smile before raising my hand and revealing my lit-up bracelet. The rest of the pack looked surprised, and their postures faltered a little.

"I told you I would always find you, didn't I?" I said.

Within seconds, she wrapped her arms around my neck in a tight hug, and I wrapped mine around her waist.

"It's actually you," she mumbled into my neck, and I nodded.

"Of course," I said.

"I never stopped looking for you," she said in a shaky voice, clutching me tightly.

"Guess the feelings are mutual," I said.

When we pulled away, I was caught off guard by Wynter tackling me to the ground.

Everyone gasped, and I saw Zed step down from the stage. "Moon!" He yelled.

"No! Zed, I'm fine!" I said and stood up with Wynters help.

"Too much?" She asked, and I smiled before pulling her into a hug.

"Never," I said, hugging my little sister tightly and kissing the top of her head.

"Come on, Wy," I said, opening my arms to my little brother, and he instantly hugged back.

Even though he wasn't my blood brother, he was just as special to me.

We all pulled away, and I looked at Willa again, who was watching with a ghostly smile, most likely because everyone was watching us.

"Wolves stand down," she said, and they all straightened their postures before acting like nothing happened, and I stood next to her.

"Sorry. We werewolves so admire your town, and we just came here to... join your school." I almost snickered at her lame excuse of acting like she totally wasn't going to make the pack attack everyone.

"What! They can't join our school!" Bucky intervened, pushing some kids away.

"Bucky, you do remember the forbidden forest is within the school district, right?" I spoke up, and he gave me a look before turning away.

"So? Welcome to Seabrook!" Addison perked, giving the whole pack a bright smile while I just rolled my eyes.

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I felt like I was going to pass out because my whole pack was squeezing the life out of me. "Ok guys, please let go. I need air!" I grunted, and they quickly backed away while I tried to catch my breath.

"Where were you? We came back to find you and looked everywhere, but we couldn't find you." Wynter asked with a frown while everyone else nodded their heads and waited for my answer.

"Well, after I hid Willa, I kept running until I reached zombie town, and Zed, the boy who you saw on the stage with me, took me in and has been raising me ever since," I said.

"But believe me, not a day goes by that I don't think about you, Wynter, or all of you," I said to my pack, and they gave me bright smiles.

"Well, since we got you back, you can lead us to the moonstone, right?" Wyatt asked, and I nodded.

"Yeah, I can; I've located it, but the problem is that it was before my necklace started to lose its charge, so my powers are kind of shit at this point," I explained, and he nodded.

"But let's talk about how tall you are! I remember you used to be as short as a tree stump."I said, and the whole pack burst out laughing while Wyatt gave me a glare.

"It's called puberty," he mumbled, walking away from us, and I wiped my fake tears.

"Oh, come on, little brother, I was just kidding." I laughed out just as the bell rang for the next class.

"Oh yeah, I gotta get you all registered so that y'all can continue to go here," I said, gesturing for them to follow me.

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The next day, I woke up instantly happy and quickly got dressed before I raced out of the house, forgetting to even say goodbye.

When I got to the school, I saw the pack waiting at the front. When Wynter saw me, her eyes lit up, and she raced towards me.

"Wait, Wynter, hold on." I was cut off by her jumping on me. I groaned when my back hit the concrete, and some people passed us with weirded-out looks but were scared away by the pack as they bared their teeth at them.

"Sorry, I just had to make sure you were real and it wasn't a dream." She laughed out loud with a soft smile. I shared a similar one with her and gave her a side hug.

"Well, I just ate this morning, so I'm pretty real enough," I chuckled out as the pack laughed with me.

"She's not wrong, though," Wyatt replied, walking up to me along with Willa.

"Well, I'm here now, and I don't plan on going anywhere," I said to all of them.

I walked towards Willa and extended my hand to her. "Shall we?" I asked, giving her a wink as she smirked and intertwined her fingers with mine.

"Lead the way," she stated.

We walked through the doors, and eyes were on us immediately. I liked this school, but now that I had my pack back, I was sticking with them one hundred percent; no way was I going to lose them again.

"These sheep just let us in baaaad idea," Willa scoffed, and I let out a small snort.

"Willa, we agreed to play nice," Wyatt said firmly.

"Oh, come on, Wyatt, what's the problem with a little scare here and then?" I said to him with a fake pout that made Wynter laugh.

"Yeah, and this is me playing nice," Willa said, dragging her claws along the lockers.

"Now let's find that moonstone," she said, tugging on my hand.

'That was hot as hell' I thought, smirking to myself. She had definitely changed over the years, aside from the attitude, but she changed psychically a lot.

If I wasn't checking her out before, I sure am now.

The bell for class went off, and we all let out a howl before separating.

Before I could get to class, Willa tugged me towards a janitor's closet and shoved me in before closing the door behind her.

The only thing I saw was her moonstone necklace light up and her eyes turning a glowing hazel before she switched on the lamp and leaned on the wall opposite me.

"We didn't really get to talk much yesterday," she said, tilting her head.

We just sat there and stared at each other before I decided to speak up.

"So, how have you been?" I asked.

"Fine," she simply said and went back to looking at me. Not gonna lie, it was getting kind of uncomfortable since she hadn't blink once.

"You look good," she said, looking me up and down.

"I always had the best fashion sense, didn't I?" I said it with a smirk and leaned back against the wall with my hands behind my head.

She gave me a small smile and rolled her eyes. "I guess not better than mine, though," she said, giving me a pointed look.

"You're all grown up now, and you look even more beautiful than you did before." I saw her smile get wider, but she was trying to cover it.

"Don't hide that smile from me, Wils; you know how much I love it," I replied, and she turned back to look at me.

"So how was the pack when I was gone?" I asked.

"They're ok, but they won't be soon if we don't find the moonstone," she said with a hint of worry in her voice.

"Hey, it's ok, I'm back and I'm here to stay, and it's time I fulfill my promise to the pack," I said, taking her hands.

"Which is?" she asked.

"Finding the moonstone, of course, and I'm going to need my mate to lead the way with me," I said, giving her a smirk.

"I forgot about that part," she mumbled.

"What? You're my mate; I expected you to be honored," I said, but let out a yelp of pain when she stomped on my foot.

"Don't flatter yourself, Moon," she snarled, baring her canine teeth at me.

"You look hot when you do that," I teased, wiggling my eyebrows, and she rolled her eyes.

"Screw you," she mumbled.

"Maybe later," I chuckled out and pulled her into a tight hug, which she returned. "I missed you a lot," I said.

"I mised you more," she replied.

"Now, seriously, question how you have been holding up, and don't try to hide your thoughts from me either," I said, and she clicked her tongue.

"To be honest, complete hell I tried looking for you every day for years, waiting at our spot for hours just hoping you would show up and come home to us...to me," she said.

"I thought about you all the time, and it pained me that I couldn't find my way back to you and the pack. From now on, I promise to stay by your side no matter what, ok?" I asked, and she nodded.

I looked deep into her dark brown eyes and felt myself leaning towards her so that our foreheads were touching. "Can I?" I whispered over her lips.

"Yes," she whispered back, wrapping her arms around my neck as she attached her soft lips to mine.

The kiss lasted a sweet few seconds before we both pulled away with smiles on our faces. She chuckled playfully, backing up a little, but that only made me tug her closer by her hands, and I wrapped my arms around her waist so that she couldn't move.

"Well, since I'm back, doesn't that mean I'm your boss?" I said, and she scoffed. I raised an eyebrow, and my lips stretched into a mischievous grin.

"Nobody is the boss of me," she sassed, turning her head away from me, but I forced it back.

"Oh, really?" I challenged.

"Yeah," she said, giving me a look as if daring me to say something else that looked honestly made me want to take her right here in this closet, but I held the temptation back and just nodded. "Alright, we'll see." I walked toward the door and opened it.

"After you?" She rolled her eyes and was going to walk past me, but I grabbed her hand, wanting to mess with her one last time.

"Oh, and also, you won't have to worry about spending your next mating season alone," I whispered into her ear, laughing as I saw her face turn a deep shade of red, and she pushed me away and stormed out of the closet.

I chuckled under my breath while shaking my head and watching her retreating figure with a soft smile.

She must have noticed because she stopped and turned to me with a questioning look. "Are you coming or not? I need to find the library." She asked.

I nodded and followed after her, taking her hand.

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torchsart · 1 year

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hehe addison hcs time :3 proobably not a good time 4 posting but oh well

i wanted them to be inspired by the ones we see in game, but not meant to Be them yknow? like vc is based on the orange that sells you the spamnequin but isnt that specific orange addison. also i decided too late that these ones are related somehow

i have a few general species hcs coming soon And eyes open portraits with that one template! anyway transcriptions under the cut:

1st pic: Bee (Breakfast) - He/they 6'0/183 cm

Real name Breakfast, goes by Bee

Hair is dyed

Freakishly tall for an Addison

Oldest & most successful

Runs a fashion company & models occasionally

Tends to baby others, likes to feel needed/useful

Drama queen, up to date on all the latest rumors and gossip

Snoops in everyone's love lives & personal relationships

"NTA divorce"

Tends to make assumptions abt others, is wrong all the time

Sucks at targeted ads

Pushy and stubborn both in sales & in life

Secretly insecure, easily jealous

Unhealthy coping mechanisms, bottles it all up, says they're ok

Uses Customer Service Mode to pretend he's fine

Was the inciting incident that pushed Spam away, consumed with regret over it

Can't bring himself to talk about Spamton

2nd pic: VC - He/they 5'5/170 cm

Second oldest, quite successful

Seamster and tailor as a legit job

Scams ppl on the side for fun, talks his way out of being at fault

Actively trying to look as shady as possible

Fast talker, often refuses to repeat themself

Swears uncensored at & in front of clients

Thrives on ppl impulse buying & has no return policy whatsoever

Deceptive marketing

Casual in everything he does, can come off as uncaring at times

Only still in business thanks to intervention from Breakfast

Generally pretty close with Bee, banters with him a lot

Teased Spam the most in his Addison days but offered him a job as a model for their designs

Cut Spam off right after Bee at his insistence. Feels guilty abt abandoning him so fast

Pretends they're not worried

Used to not talking abt Spamton, but will crack easily out of guilt

3rd pic: Spamton - He/him 3'5/108 cm

Middle child, not at all successful

Trying to do a bit of everything until he finds something that works

Markets to Lightners through emails

Dyes his hair white to fit in more

Unusually short for an Addison

Nearsighted & needs his glasses to read at a distance

Vocal glitch present to a lesser extent, sometimes helpful but mostly a nuisance

Quiet at work, can't project his voice very well due to lack of confidence

Has big dreams and lots of hope anyway

Shadowed under each of the others to get some experience and learn what works for them

Tried to copy their methods to no avail

Rejects jobs from siblings out of worry of being a nepotism hire

VC taught him how to con ppl, but Spam refuses to even try it bc he has Morals

Really looks up to Bee, seeks advice from them often

Interested in Taz's artistic endeavors! Loves watching him make things & helps pack orders sometimes

Adores the Lightner concept of cars, wishes they existed in Cyber City

4th pic: Cookie (Clicker) - They/them 5'5/170 cm

Real name Clicker, goes by Cookie

Hair gradient is a natural variation

Second youngest, surprisingly successful

Head of marketing for a fairly popular shoe store

Their absurd ideas end up working really well for some reason

Tends to space out & go on autopilot

Sweetheart with no backbone, falls to pressure easily

Often overcorrects for their mistakes in the worst ways

Bites, chews, and eats clothes

Trying to piece together what "sex" is without anyone knowing they don't know

Everyone knows but plays along

Bottles up their feelings like Bee, feels guilty abt being too late to the mansion

Toxic positivity mindset for themself, doesn't use Customer Service Mode though

Didn't tell anyone abt the garbage noise til post-NEO

Among the last to lose contact with Spamton, on decent terms

5th pic: Taz - He/him 5'5/170 cm

Youngest, actually not that successful

Very polite and doesn't push hard for sales at all

Makes fan merch for various media, usually his own favorites but caters to what's popular for the sake of actually making sales

Favors stickers and keychains

Generally calm and laid back but easily excitable

Gets loud without meaning to & apologizes for it frequently

Can be surprisingly snarky if he wants to but only directs it at Bee since they dish it out the most

His politeness has limits! May get passive-aggressive with clients if he feels the need to

The only one trying to process everything in a healthy way

Drifted from Breakfast after an argument where he held them accountable for pushing Spam away & told him he can't pretend Spam doesn't exist

Didn't want to apologize at first but did after seeing how much it hurt Bee

#spamton #deltarune fanart #deltarune #addispam #addisons #pink addison #orange addison #blue addison #yellow addison #spamton headcanon #fanart #torchs art #nov 2022

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petra-creat0r · 1 year

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addison lore? I cannot find any thing about their relationship or backstory or junk? Seems like a lots going on and I wanna know

OHOHOHOHOH THIS IS GONNA BE FUN!

Okay, the little bit I have got on them I put on their AddiName polls back when I was coming up with their names. So, let me go grab those real quick but we're gonna also get into some other stuff about them too. Banner (Blue), Cache (Orange), Click (Pink), Flash (Yellow)

Whenever I think about the Addisons, my head canons end up coming from the HotSpots (aka Chicago's friends who mirror them). This is only because I thought of the 'Spots first, and based them off any loose head canons I had of the canon Ads. My brain is weird, I admit this!

So, I've already mentioned the age order I see them in. Which, ironically, ended up being a complete coincidence that it also lined up with the HotSpots, though I can guess because I likely used the same method when figuring out age order, which was searching up "when did x advertising thing become a thing." Technically speaking, with that method I also should've had Spamton be the oldest (first spam email sent in 1978 while first ad banner was 1994) but I wanted him to be the youngest. But! Just to refresh, Banner is the oldest while Flash and Spam are the youngest! Cache is the second oldest and Click is right in the middle! However generally, they're all around the same age, and I don't see any of them being related.

I already mentioned some stuff about them as individuals/how their Addison types work, so lets focus a bit more on relationships! Which I only skimmed in the previous posts, mostly focusing on their feelings towards Spamton. (But also we're still gonna get into a bit more of the individuals because I feel it's a little necessary)

So! Starting with Banner, I've mentioned previously how Banner is often the most responsible and level headed of the group, and sees himself as some what of the older brother of the group/responsible for everyone else. Though, ironically, doesn't tend to be the one to clear up arguments, instead is often instigating them by arguing with Flash for slacking off or something. To Banner, Flash is like an annoying younger sibling who never listens to what he's supposed to do, and is just a bit more energetic than Banner would like. In the past, Banner often found it bothersome how much Flash would be a bad influence towards Spamton, with the two often doing reckless and stupid shit together and getting in trouble. You know that comic I posted earlier? Banner would believe it was mostly Flash's fault. (It wasn't. Spam was the one who caused the two to start getting chased.)

When it comes to Banner's relationship with Cache and Click? Eh, it's sorta so so. Banner often works with Cache as they both advertise fashion, though now I have the idea of Cache getting annoyed at Banner for either trying to eat some of Cache's work, or sell it as something edible. That may work for Banner's shoes and stuff, but Cache is very much of the mindset that her fashion is art, not food. As for Banner and Click, they don't really have that much of a relationship outside of work now a days but I have a sense that back before all the Big Shot drama stuff with Spam, they hung out. Likely talked over tea and stuff. As of right now, I don't imagine Banner really with anyone (If I'm being honest, the only Addisons I ship are Click and Spam, with maaaaaybe Cache and Flash being a thing at some point), but I do imagine Click teasing or getting on the Banner's back about relationships (which he probably does for a lot of people. I mean, Click's a pink addison! It's what they do!) ... Okay maybe now that I think about it, I may have some ideas for relationships with Banner, but they aren't within the main Addigroup.

Next up is Cache! The second oldest the one who takes their job seriously to a fault. Banner might be the most responsible, but Cache is the most hard working, to the point he over works himself. She didn't always, mostly because Flash would always find some way to ensure she didn't, though after Spam left... Well, you know. Asides from being a workaholic though, Cache is very fashionable and a bit eccentric. They always love trying out new things with their fashion lines and if you get them started on whatever they're working on, they likely will not stop, and will actually likely talk their way into making something for you. Now a days, I feel he doesn't like others modeling for him though, preferring to stick with his mannequins, but there was a time when Spamton was his favorite model/one of the only people she'd get to model her work.

Asides from that, I mentioned a bit of Cache and Flash's relationship previously, and the more that I think about it, the more I find them an adorable couple. If not currently, then definitely they were dating at some point. For the other Addison's though, I mentioned Banner and Cache's relationship. To this day, they refuse to ever dabble in any edible clothing, maybe out of respect for Banner, maybe out of annoyance for Banner continuing to try and eat her clothes. Likely the latter. (Idk why I'm latching onto that so much. Idk, just, no one talks about the Blue Addison in game with their edible shoe samples and telling you to try a bit of some clothes on a mannequin in Castle Town. It's very funny, it has potential.)

As for Cache and Click? I feel they have a bit of a rivalry? Like I think at times they're like the "I can't stand his fake ass. 10 minutes later me and the bestie" meme. Mostly though just... I wrote an interaction into a future chapter when we're more properly introduced to the Addisons, where Cache is just roasting Click while working on a design.

Anyways, speaking of Click! Let's talk about ol' Clicard. Click is the middle one and though he acts all nice and sweet with customers, the others know he's not as cut and dry as that. Click can honestly be a sassy little bitch and Banner, Cache and Flash are well of this. Click often finds herself being the mediator of arguments within the group (at least when she's not the one arguing) either just due to circumstance, or because there is a customer around and she's trying to save face. I find this incredibly ironic considering, hey, you know when Spamton became a Big Shot and the group kicked him out/sorta broke up? Yeah? Click instigated that. While none of them really liked Spamton's success, either being annoyed with how much he kept talking about it or being concerned about the phone, Click was absolutely bitter and jealous. He ended up calling Spam out on everything one day and fought broke out and Spamton left/was kicked out. To this day, none of them are over this, no matter how much Click defends that she feels nothing and has pushed everything down. For an Addison type attuned to emotions of customers, Click sure likes denying his own!

Speaking of denying feelings! I mentioned how Click will tease people about relationship stuff. She will do this with all of her friends, as well as give others pretty good relationship advice, however when it comes to Click's own relationships, yeah. Yeah he's terrible at that. This Addison does not know how to process her emotions. Like. Pretty much at all. This gets even more interesting when it comes to his feelings around Spamton. At the same time, bitter and jealous still from the Big Shot era, but also misses it, but also is kinda heart broken over everything, but also still has feelings for Spam. Just, one big ol mess of feelings. This makes when the Addisons and Spam finally reunite very interesting, but we won't get to that until Chapter 23. I'm still writing it.

What we will get to much, much sooner though is Chapter 12, set to release tomorrow morning. Where Chicago is going to meet the Addisons for the first time. I can't say much, but I just want to share this interesting tidbit from the Chapter which I find very interesting.

Yep. Just that.

Anyways, Click's relationships with the others. I've mentioned most the others already, but for Click and Flash? Click finds Flash to be an idiot. That's pretty much it.

Now last but not least, Flash! Second youngest and most energetic of the bunch! Back when Spamton was around, Flash was one of the closest to the littlest Addison, the two often getting into trouble, much to the other's dismay or annoyance. Now a days, Flash is just a little less energetic. Everything that happened hit them hard, and they're still trying to come to terms with it all like everyone else. Flash was the only one of the Addisons to ever go looking for Spamton after the eviction, though the fact he was never able to find his little buddy, led him into a bit of a depression. Cache pretty much being the only one to get them out of their slump and even back out advertising again.

As for Flash's relationship with Banner and Click? Flash finds a bit of enjoyment in annoying both of them, mostly Banner, but also he finds it funny when he can get Click mad. Most the time they're doing it in good fun, but there are also times when they don't know when to stop. Which can often cause problems.

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c-rose2081 · 2 years

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Perfect (Zeddison Drabble)

prompt by @mbradshaw1997 : Zeddison as Parents

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Zed’s undead heart was racing.

His palms were all slimy.

His head was buzzing with thoughts of varying kinds. Fear, panic, guilt. But also excitement, joy, and hopefulness. He couldn’t sit still, not for a second. And he kept rubbing the flats of his palms against the scrubs borrowed from the hospital. Terror. Fear. Panic. Elation. Over and over again, bouncing around along side his brain.

“…Addison is in incredibly good shape, Zed. You shouldn’t be worrying so much.”

Eliza was sitting in a hard orange chair, reading one of the hospital magazines. She appeared as nonchalant as any best friend could be, but Zed knew she was just as nervous as he was. She had been on the same page for at least half an hour, and her boot was tapping the floor in a nervous rhythm.

“I know that,” Zed garbled, rubbing both hands through his hair, “she’ll be fine. I know she’ll be fine. But-but this is the first ever baby born of two monster parents. It’s history…”

“Addison is only half-alien, Zed.”

“But what if something goes wrong?”

“It won’t go wrong. She’s already in labor, alright? If you weren’t so annoying they’d have let you stay in there with her.”

Zed scowled at his best friend, kicking the side of her boot as he passed her chair for the hundredth time that day. He had wanted to stay with Addison as she was giving birth, but there were policies in place. Even with all the progress they had made for Zombie rights, prejudice still existed and probably always would. Humans and Zombies didn’t share the same hospital — therefore having a Zombie in the delivery room was…worrisome. Zed wasn’t planning on causing any trouble though, and was now pacing outside.

He just wanted news.

It felt like ages since Addison officially began pushing, and so far they hadn’t heard anything.

“The Doctors all said that Addison was in perfect condition for this,” Eliza tried to soothe him again, letting her magazine drop as she lifted a brow in question.

“Yes. But something could still happen. And a zombie hasn’t ever…you know…had a baby with a non-zombie. What if there are side effects?”

“Then we’ll worry about that as a family,” Eliza drawled, “this baby is going to have plenty of doting aunts and uncles of every species. I swear Willa was more excited than Addison about today.”

“I know. If it wasn’t finals week, I’m pretty sure Principal Lee would’ve cancelled classes for this,” Zed laughed, shaking his head, “I bet the team is just happy to have an afternoon off.”

Both Zed and Addison were still closely connected to Seabrook High. Zed was the Football Coach now, while Addison was both the Cheer Coach, and the first ever Inclusion Studies teacher. Every student in the place loved her to death, and so it wasn’t any sort of surprise that all of town was waiting with bated breath for this event. Hell, it was big enough to count as a holiday. E-Brook was probably blowing up waiting for news.

“I just think you’re worrying yourself over nothing,” Eliza sighed. Zed grunted and continued his pacing, fondling his hands and checking the time on his z-band. It felt like ages — it was probably only a few minutes — when the sounds of footsteps reached his ears. He pivoted quickly, spotting a familiar figure in mint green scrubs coming down the hall, “is she ok?” He breathed once the nurse was close enough, “Addison, is she —“

“Fine, Mr. Necrodopolis. Your wife is doing just fine. She’s just about ready actually, if you’d like to be with her.”

“R-really?” Zed gawked. He thought he was going to miss out on the actual birth — it’s what he was expecting. The nurses eyes twinkled with friendly mirth, crinkling at the corners.

“Exceptions are made all the time. Please come with me.”

Zed nodded slack jawed, waving at Eliza who shot him a double thumbs up in support. He padded behind the nurse, once again wiping his hands nervously, “if you feel faint, don’t expect us to catch you,” the woman joked, no doubt having done this a thousand times. The closer they got, the clearer the screaming became. He hated hearing Addison in pain, even if it was to bring a new child into the world.

“Come on in.”

Zed hesitated outside the door, seeing all of the human nurses inside. But he swatted the feelings down quickly. He had been invited to be here for this part — he wasn’t intruding on the process. Ducking into the room, Zed skirted along the wall as to keep out of the way of those working around his wife. They were all focused intently on their task, but gave him little nods of recognition as he passed them. Addison was groaning in agony, normally fair cheeks strawberry red from exertion. Her cheeks glistened with tears, and sweat sat like little diamonds at her turquoise hairline.

“I’m here, Addison,” Zed breathed, finally reaching the empty bedside and grabbing her hand, “I’m right here, baby.”

“…Zed…” the woman barked hoarsely, though it was cut off by another scream of pain.

“We’re in this together,” Zed insisted, “right? Just like always?”

“…uh-huh…” Addie managed, nodding her head, “Zed, this is our baby,” she sputtered, as thought she couldn’t quite believe it herself.

“Sure is. And they are going to be just as good looking as me.”

Addison probably would’ve hit him if she wasn’t already squeezing his hand so tightly.

“Alright, Mrs. Necrodopolis. One more big push.”

“You got this, Addie.” Zed urged, “one, two…”

The scream from his wife was loud and agonized. But, from that pain came a new sound. A wail…one not belonging to Addison.

“Ah! Well done,” The nurse insisted excitedly, the others fluttering about the room with towels and scissors, “it’s a girl. Congratulations.”

“A girl,” Zed breathed, still clutching Addison’s hand as she groaned in exhaustion, “did you hear that Addie? It’s a girl.”

“…where…” the woman rasped, obviously completely drained, “Zed, where…?”

“I see her, Addie. I can see her. She’s coming.”

Indeed he could see her. The little squirming thing was passed from nurse to nurse as she was wiped clean and bundled up like a cafeteria burrito.

“There we are, ma’am,” the head nurse said with a smile, pressing a button to help Addison sit up before passing the bundle of new life into her arms. Zed leaned in a little closer to have a look, completely breathless himself. She was the most beautiful thing in the world — next to his wife, of course. She had very light skin that was tinted faintly green, and a full head of dark green hair. However, there was a long pale stripe cutting through through the side of it, a bit like a werewolf stripe. And, mixed into those pale strands were small ocean colored hairs.

And, as the baby girl opened her eyes with a mewl, Zed sat back. Blue eyes. Bright, crystalline blue eyes, just like her mom.

“She’s perfect,” Addison mumbled, using a finger to gently touch the baby girls cheek.

“Just like you, mama,” Zed assured her with a kiss to the temple.

“Do we have a name picked out for the little one?” The Nurse wondered, clicking a pen. Zed glanced to Addison, who nodded and smiled faintly.

“Eztelle. Eztelle Camryn Necrodopolis.”

“My mom’s name?” Zed wondered in pleasant surprise as Addison leaned against him, still holding baby Estelle in both arms.

“It suits her, don’t you think?”

“It sure does,” Zed sighed, letting Addison lean against him as they stared at the new member of their family, “it’s perfect.”

#disney zombies #drabble request #zed necrodopolis #addison wells #zeddison #soft af #tw: pregnancy #fanfiction #z o m b i e s #z o m b i e s 2 #z o m b i e s 3 #short story

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ravenkinnie · 1 year

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I hit my reading goal for the year so here's my favorite essays and short stories I read this year:

Essays

Melanie Challenger - On Death and Love

Among the many lessons Hannah taught me that day, and in the days to come, was the significance and seriousness of grief in human lives—which is another way of saying the significance of love in our lives, because it is the fever of our attachment to one another that charges grief with its intolerable brilliancy. And so, my meeting with Death that day was as much a meeting with Love.

Lauren Silverman - What Rainbow Trout Know About Relationships

When I start to feel shaky, I look at the spot above Paulo’s upper lip. Staring at that diamond-shaped divot, I remind myself that humans evolved from fish. That in the womb, before our eyes and lips migrated across our faces, we looked less like people and more like rainbow trout. That we, too, feel the urge to travel, and also, to return home. That sometimes the trip requires leaping over impossibly high barriers. And that sometimes, because of the love and insanity of those around us, we make it to the other side.

Larissa Pham - For the Love of Orange

Orange isn’t a color ordinarily associated with romance. That dubious, cloying honor goes to reds and pinks—think long stems, no thorns, velvety petals on silky sheets. No, orange is the color of surprise and warning: a hazard sign, a smoggy sunset, a field of California poppies waving their heavy heads on the beach. Our eyes are sensitive to it, pulled to it even on the periphery, and for me its constant presence was affirmation. I raced into the world on the heels of love, my vision laced with orange.

Alice Driver - What's Love Got to Do With It?

I was in a relationship for a decade, six of those years married, and when my husband left, he said, “You only care about your own projects.” And he was right about that — I do care deeply, obsessively about my own projects, about the curiosity that brings them to life, their creation, planning, and execution. For a year or two after the break-up of our marriage, I debated my worth and what kind of a woman I was, wondering if I should — or could — change.

Julia Koets - The Rib Joint

We were best friends—we knew that—but we didn’t talk about how the borders of our bodies had started to blur. In Classical Latin, costa meant “rib,” which, later, in Medieval Latin, came to mean “edge” or “coast,” the side of a stretch of land. We were walking the edge of a boundary neither of us would name. That night, her body slept against mine like the Atlantic against the Carolina coast.

Suzanne Rivecca - Ugly, Bitter, True

You’re catastrophizing, friends would say to me, when I talked about becoming homeless. They were right. But I’d reached that dark inner place at which a catastrophe seemed less outlandish than a reprieve.

Stories

Addison Ritzer - Always Almost

The sculpture she presents is stiff and cold, as if she doesn’t love me, as if she cannot comprehend that she ever had. I cannot ask her about love because my mother is nothing if not honest. Her honesty has never been kind.

Amelie C. Langlois - Cafe Flesh (tw gore)

You may think this to be fantasy, or at most, the recordings of a faraway place - but if you can read this, then we are closer than you may wish to ever believe. So if you see that lonely light, far off in your dreams, perhaps you should follow it. Perhaps we will meet, and drink together until our souls disappear. Or perhaps not.

Amelia Gorman - Bring The Moon To Me

My head is overflowing when I get home. I worry about the numbers turning into fat worms and eating holes in the side of my head, with all the zeroes falling out. I need to hurry if I’m going to bring them into the tactile world. I grab a pair of my mother’s birch needles. They are slowly rotting.

Mariana Enriquez - Where Are You, Dear Heart?

For an entire year I spent my allowance on expensive medical books, while my friends all spent theirs on drugs. Nothing brought me as much happiness as those books. All those euphemisms for death. All those beautiful medical terms that didn’t mean anything, all that hard jargon—that was pornography.

#mine #saving for myself #FAV

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spamsandsuch · 2 years

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hi, welcome!

My name is Julien, i mostly post spamton fanon stuff but also other deltarune stuff too sometimes (wether that’d be the addisons, SCC, Jevil stuff, or other characters/world mechanics). If my art style looks familiar that’s because I used to be Spamandaddi, but I’ve since deactivated my old account and this is my new one

For my tag navigation, see here.

Some things you should know:

This blog is SFW. The most I’m gonna do is probably allude to spamton’s boobs maybe once in awhile but anything beyond that is a big no. So please do not send me NSFW or suggestive content. Also, please don’t make sexual or suggestive remarks about the content of my artwork. It makes me uncomfortable.

I do my best to tag content warnings and triggers but sometimes I either forget or I don’t know what to tag it as. Please let me know if I missed a tag so I can tag it properly!

I swear a lot, so just a heads up for that

DNI if you’re proship or a bigot (e.g. racist, transphobic, ableist, etc.) My content is not for you.

If you can please use tone indicators for me (especially if you’re joking), it would help me a lot and I’d greatly appreciate it!!

Yes, you can spam like/reblog my content, i literally do not mind

I am generally slow on answering asks so if I haven’t answered your ask yet it’s either because 1). I forgot, 2). It requires me to provide an extended explanation so I’m saving it for later, 3). I want to draw art/a comic for it, or 4). I don’t know how to answer it yet

I don’t headcanon spamton and the addisons as being related or siblings (minus the yellow and orange addison, they are siblings in my fanon) so yes, I ship some of them together. While this blog isn’t shipping focused i do occasionally post that sort of content so if that’s not your thing you can block me if you want, or you can filter the tags #spamblue and #pinkyellow since I’ll be using those (i believe in curating your own experience)

This is also an art blog, so I will be posting my art on here as well as my fanon/au stuff (while not always spamton focused, this is a deltarune-type blog so all of my artwork here is deltarune related regardless)

I post whenever i feel like it or just feel motivated, and my fanon content is always changing as time passes. as a result i dont always write down shifts and changes onto this blog so just keep that in mind

that is all

last updated: 01/03/2024

#not fanon #pinned post #text #if any wording seems familiar i was mostly going by memory from my pinned post on my old blog #while adding some new things as well #if i feel the need to add anything i will but for now this will be it

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wherewemightendup · 2 years

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Where We Might End Up - Lexie Grey x OC fanfic Chapter 9: The McHell Week: The Blue Corner

Three days had passed since the merger between Seattle Grace and Mercy West. The only people thrilled with the merger were Richard, Callie, and the Mercy West hospital staff. Seattle Grace personnel, specifically its surgical residents, felt threatened. Looking at the orange scrubs-wearing residents, they came up with a plan. - To take all the surgeries from them as they can.

On her first day, Callie felt ecstatic. Working back at Seattle Grace meant being close to both her girlfriend and her best friend. As the days went on, Callie had understood why Derek dreaded the merger. Before, she assumed he was just overreacting. -The fact that the merger was Richard's idea. Callie, then, had been pissed at Derek. Callie had considered the merger a blessing, but after working for three days with these maniacal surgical residents competing for surgeries, the blessing was quickly turning into a curse. The ecstasy she felt was now coming down.

Morning Hospital Lobby

Alex and Charles were scheduled on Callie's service. The two residents quarreled about who's going to hold the charts. - A typical day now when the residents fight over for just holding the charts. Callie narrowed her eyes, staring blankly away from the two residents arguing in front of her. She rolled her eyes as she turned towards the counter, reaching for the charts. As their voices grew louder, Callie got more annoyed. She gave charts on both residents, slamming it on their hands. Callie gave them a challenge – whoever determined the better diagnosis gets to be in the surgery with her. If no one got it right, she'll do the surgery alone.

Callie narrowed her eyes in frustration as she walked with them through the lobby. Maybe she should not have started that little competition. It was still morning, but Callie's energy for the day was already at a dangerous limit. The residents got more winded. And it's more annoying, more frustrating, and more exhausting. Callie sighed heavily, trying to walk faster now, keeping the two residents away from her. At least now, she's not hearing those two argue for the nth time.

Eric went inside the hospital, carrying his overnight bag. Two days before the merger, he went to LA for a consult - a personal request from Addison Montgomery. Eric would have been back at Seattle during the merger, but he stayed a couple of days more. His phone rang on his last day - a phone call from Derek Shepherd, asking him when he'll be back.

Eric stopped as he saw Callie walked past the lobby floor with Alex and someone wearing an orange scrub.

Callie turned towards Eric. It was a while before she realized that it's Eric, beaming at her. As she recognized her friend, her narrowed eyes relaxed and widened. Her grouchy face went calm. Callie grinned widely, copying him.

Callie ran towards Eric, leaving behind the two residents.

"Welcome back!" Callie greeted as she stood in front of him.

"What did I miss?" He adjusted his bag on his shoulder, glancing at the orange absurdness behind Callie.

Callie followed his stare leading to the two residents. She groaned, "Uh... Merger? Ring any bell?" Callie looked back at Eric. Her mouth slacked and eyes widened. Eric tilted his head and pursed his lips, trying to remember, "What?! Are you kidding me?"

He smiled tentatively and grew as the answer sank in, "Fuckin' hell! Yes," He laughed and stifled it, noticing Callie's reaction, "I don't - sorry. Just -" Eric stared at Callie as she frowned, crossing her arms. "I need to go change. Derek's been ringing me nuts since LA... thinking I might abandon him for Addison." He chuckled, "You're busy. I'll leave you to it, then."

Callie yanked him back as he walked away, "Don't leave me with these fools," She turned around and pointed at the two residents, "You two, go find something to do at the pit!" She yelled. She faced Eric, plucking the bag off his hand.

"But you said we're..." Charles yelled back. Callie cut him off.

"Leave those charts at the nurses' station," She stressed, pulling Eric beside her and holding his arm as they walk together. Eric chuckled as he walked with Callie.

Attendings' Lounge

"Look who's back," Callie singsonged as they went inside the lounge. Derek looked at the door as they made in. Callie moved towards the couch and relaxed.

"How's LA?" Derek inquired, glancing behind as he poured the coffee in his mug.

Eric stared at Derek as he responded, "Un–ee-ventful," Eric turned away and moved towards his locker.

"Hmmm," Derek paused. "not what I heard..." Derek continued with a smirk.

Eric darted at him and asked, "Addie told on you?" He put his bag inside the locker.

"No. Sam Bennett told me," Derek answered, staring at Callie. Callie resolved to remain silent and to keep her regular teasing at a minimum towards Eric. He just came back from LA. Callie won't tease him - not yet. Derek smiled at the sight.

"Damn it! Sam," Eric murmured.

Derek stepped closer to Callie to ask why she's being quiet, "Hmmm," He uttered as he waited for her to say anything, but Callie sat quietly at the couch, massaging her temple.

"Don't." She warned, raising her index finger in front of him, "I'm having my peace and quiet here, Derek," Callie continued, leaning back in a more comfortable position, resting her head on the sofa and closing her eyes.. Derek held his hands up in surrender as he stepped backward.

Eric asked, facing his locker, "Where are the charts?"

"Lexie has them," Derek answered, staring at Callie. He looked at Eric and went on, "She has them. I asked her to assist you so... you know."

Eric narrowed his eyes and shook his head as he replied, "No, I don't know," Eric paused arching an eyebrow as he pondered. Eric's mouth fell open as he realized what Derek meant, "Unbelievable." Eric turned back and looked at Derek as he walked out of the lounge, "I-I am nice," He added as he followed Derek. "I have been nice!" Eric exclaimed, leaning on the doorway and craning his neck as Derek walked along the hall. Eric paused and breathed in. He went back inside the lounge and looked at Callie smiling at him, amused, "No one really noticed?"

Callie snorted, "I'll believe it when I see it," She spoke. Callie stood up and poured herself coffee from the coffeemaker. She can feel Eric's stare. Callie glanced behind her, seeing him narrowing his eyes at her, "W-what?!"

"Doesn't take you long, huh?" Eric added as he walked inside the shower room to change.

Callie chortled as she faced the counter.

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Lexie stepped in front the attending's lounge, carrying the charts for Derek's patients - Now, Eric's patients. Lexie saw Derek on the way, informing her that Eric was inside the lounge. She didn't know what to do - if she'll wait for him outside or go in. She fidgeted in front of the door before deciding to open it. This was the first time she went inside the lounge. So she slowly walked in, feeling like she was barging into someone else's room. She hoped that there were no attendings inside - except for the one she's looking for, of course. She went in and saw Callie.

Callie stared at Lexie as she looked around, searching for the neurosurgeon, "Hey Lexie," Callie said.

"Hi... uhm... Have you seen..." Callie pointed at the shower room, "Oh - okay. I'll..." Lexie staggered to go in further. She was nervous. This will be the first time she'll work with Eric after George's funeral. She was avoiding him then - after Eric drove her home. After that, her father got hospitalized and Eric left for LA. There were no chances of them interacting or working together, not until Derek asked Eric to cover for him. Timely, she was scheduled on Neuro.

Lexie stood at the door, thinking about what she would tell him.

"Dr. Shepherd asked me to work with you... We've been working for this patient for..." She whispered to herself, "No. I... I'm not avoiding you, I'm just too busy..." She chuckled, "... no I... I'm not saying that..."

Callie looked at her as she noticed Lexie talking to herself. Lexie stopped as she saw Callie looking at her. Callie went back to face the counter, furrowing her eyebrows in confusion.

"Coffee?" Callie offered.

Lexie looked up at Callie, "No. Thank you," She smiled.

Eric went out of the shower room and walked towards his locker to put his clothes in. He didn't notice Lexie standing at the door. Lexie stood straight, clenching at the charts as she anticipated his reaction. Callie cleared her throat, trying to get his attention.

"Honestly, you two..." Eric paused as he neatly put on his white coat, fastening in his pens and pager.

Callie cleared her throat louder, gritting her teeth. She stopped as Lexie looked at her. Callie stepped forward awkwardly, acting like she was supposed to move closer to Eric. Callie tried again to get his attention, now quietly exclaiming, "Eric!"

Eric put his phone inside his pocket as he turned around, "'believe it when I see it' my arse..." He stopped and noticed Lexie, "Dr. Grey," Eric glared at Callie. Callie sighed in defeat.

"Not my fault, dumbass," Callie muttered as she went back at the counter, picking up her mug and taking a sip of the coffee.

Lexie breathed in, as she saw Eric. Taking quite a long time before she breathed out, Her shoulders tensed. "Hi..." She exhaled as she spoke. She paused and turned her head towards her shoulder. She shook her head in embarrassment.

Eric glanced at Callie and back at Lexie. "Are those the charts?" He paused, "Okay," He then smiled at Lexie. He turned around to get his stethoscope.

Callie turned just in time to see Eric smiling, making her almost spit the coffee in her mouth. While Lexie blinked her eyes repeatedly, and furrowed her eyebrows. Callie and Lexie glanced at each other, before looking back at the neurosurgeon.

"Let's go?" He continued.

Lexie shook her head as she walked out. Lexie can't believe what she just witnessed. She's too confused about what's happening that she forgot about her little speech she prepared.

Eric glanced at Callie as she whispered, "You look weird," Eric narrowed his eyes at her as he followed Lexie.

Three days later

Lexie and Eric had been working together for two days, as per Derek's directive. - This would be the last day. Lexie thought that it would be difficult, knowing Eric and his ways of making her suffer, but as she spent an hour, a couple, then a day, two days; She realized that Eric Keaton - the bully who would always look down at her and punish her, was being kind to her and teaching her. Sure he's still sarcastic, arrogant, and direct like he was, but something was different now. - Apart from him smiling. She couldn't tell what, but she wondered if Eric would stay being nice to her now, or is he just planning something, she just didn't know it yet.

Hospital Cafeteria

Alex went towards the table where Cristina, Izzie and Lexie were. He slammed the tray as he sat beside Izzie.

"Bigfoot's at it again. He's hounding my surgery with Dr. Sloan," Alex said.

"Dr. Bailey put me in the clinic. Well, figures," Izzie said as she looked at her fork full of salad. She took a bite and looked in front of her. She got a glimpse of Lexie, staring out. Izzie paused and pointed her now empty fork at her before adding, "So..." She glanced at her plate, then back at Lexie, "How's working with Keaton? You seemed... quiet. Are you okay? Is he being immature or arrogant or whatnot?" Izzie went on, "Well, you can't complain, right? Among the people at this table, you're the only one who've seen the inside of the OR this week."

Cristina glared at Lexie and stated, "Lucky!" Cristina paused, "God, I should've pushed working with McDevil again."

Izzie glanced at Lexie as she remained gawking. Her attention was off elsewhere. Izzie glanced at Cristina. Cristina slowly chewed her food as she noticed Izzie gesturing her head at Lexie. "What?" Cristina mouthed. Izzie widened her eyes and gestured again. Cristina looked at Lexie beside her, eyebrow arched.

"Earth to Little Grey? Hello?" Cristina waved her hands in front of Lexie's face.

"Uhm, yes?" Lexie shook her head, glancing at Cristina, "Yes. Yes." Then she looked away.

Alex had been following their discussion as he ate his lunch, that when Lexie finally answered incoherently, he stopped eating. - He knew something's up. He looked up, curling his eyebrows as he, Izzie and Cristina followed Lexie's stare, leading them to towards Eric.

Alex glanced back at the second-year resident biting her lower lip and looking pensive, "She's being tortured, all right." Alex added.

"No. I'm not." Lexie finally spoke a clear thought. "He's..."

"... mean?" Alex went on.

"... arrogant?" Cristina stressed.

"... an ass?" Izzie implied.

Lexie had been commenting regularly about her terrible impression towards the neurosurgeon since the first day, that they already memorized it.

"... smiling... like actually smiling... at me," Lexie corrected.

The three looked at Lexie, not believing what she claimed. The first few months when Eric was the shiny new object Richard brought at the hospital to do an innovative surgery, they sought him like a god. But then, when he worked at Seattle Grace, their perception towards him changed. Izzie realized Eric was just like Mark Sloan when he's treating them- the interns then- as an object. But, unlike Mark, he's teaching - in his own way. Alex had experienced Eric's way of teaching. Cristina simply cared for the once in a lifetime surgeries Eric's name were bringing at the hospital.

As for Lexie's experience with McDevil - the nickname they finally used after George's death, when they endured his Hell month. Izzie was confused why among the interns, Lexie had been the only intern who had endured most of his bad characteristics. Izzie assumed then that Eric had been doing it on purpose. She planned on knowing why.

Cristina snorted a laugh, "McDevil doesn't know how to smile," Cristina peered at Alex as she added, "You should be his resident."

Alex glared at Cristina, "Yeah, why is that?"

Izzie faked a cough and said, "Evil spawn."

"He called me an imbecile for repeating his question," Alex said, "I didn't hear him because your intern had been yapping with his girlfriend behind me, and I get to be called an imbecile. Steve's the imbecile, not me." He added, leaning towards Cristina.

Cristina pondered for a minute then retorted, "Well. I kinda agree with him - you being an imbecile, I mean...," Cristina cackled with laughter as Alex made faces at her. Alex leaned back to his seat.

"Maybe you should be on his service, since you kinda agree with him," Alex countered.

Izzie uttered, "She already did. And Keaton kicked her out of his service not the other way around."

"Oh, right. I heard about that. Look at you, not even the devil can stand you," Alex blurted.

"I'm a badass," Cristina added, pointing her two index finger at herself.

"Yeah. a badass orderly," Alex mocked Cristina.

"Nurse," Cristina mocked back.

"I guess you're the only one who can stand him?" Izzie said to Lexie, "apart from Meredith... and George..." She looked at Lexie and asked, "He's friends with George, right? It must be torture."

Lexie sat straight, "Well, it won't be long now 'til the devil tortures me again," She spoke louder looking away, crossing her arms.

"What? Who?" April asked as she passed by, holding takeaway food. She thought Lexie was talking to her.

"You should eat. We only have a few minutes here," Jackson told April. Jackson pulled her away from the Seattle Grace residents.

"Yeah right, walk away, Mercy Westers," Cristina blurted, gesturing him to move away. Jackson and April went out of the cafeteria. Cristina watched them hurried out, "I think we should hurry up, too," Cristina added, keeping her eyes on the Mercy West group.

- - - - -

Eric saw Cristina's group as they sat at the table. He had been glancing at the group as he felt unusually conscious. - Not realizing that Lexie had been staring at him for a while. Arizona noticed him tuning out and in to their conversation.

"What? what? Where are you? Hello?" Arizona called on Eric.

"I'm just..." Eric halted, shaking his head, "Nothing," He continued to eat apple slices.

Arizona traced his stare. She looked behind her and noticed Lexie a few tables behind them. Arizona smiled cheekily at Eric, raising her eyebrows playfully.

"What?!" Eric asked, "You're weird... stop it."

"You checking at little Grey, huh?"

"It's not what you think?" Eric looked back at his food.

"Uhmm-Hmmm, I heard you're being nice?" Arizona leaned closer at Eric with a playful smirk.

"It's not what you think," Eric repeated. He stood up and picked up his tray, placing it by the bins. Eric headed towards the exit.

- - - - -

"You're staring. Stop staring!" Cristina exclaimed at Lexie, "...Kinda creepy," She added.

"I'm not staring!" Lexie replied, facing Cristina, "I'm just... Oop! He's standing up," Lexie faced away, "Just act normal." She hissed.

Izzie shook her head as she continued to eat. Cristina looked at Lexie with an arched brow, "That's normal?" Cristina uttered. Lexie continued stuffing her face with food.

Alex glanced at Lexie and then looked at Eric. He had a mischievous look on his face as he took a sip from his drink and stood up, "Dr. Keaton!"

Lexie watched Alex as he stood up. She realized Alex was up to something, "No- no!" Lexie quietly exclaimed and reached for Alex, straining her hand to pull Alex back at their table. Izzie chuckled at how silly Lexie looked.

Cristina blurted out as she ate her fries, "This is gonna be good." Watching Lexie and Alex. Izzie agreed and nodded in anticipation.

Eric looked at Alex as he called him.

Alex continued calling Eric until Eric noticed him. Alex stood with his hands inside his coat pocket. Lexie kept reaching, pulling at his coat. Alex pulled his coat off Lexie's grasp. Lexie lost her grip, and she awkwardly fell from her seat to the floor.

Eric hesitated at first before he walked towards Alex. He peeked back at Arizona, who was not looking before he walked towards the group.

Lexie hastily rose up as she saw a pair of legs under the table. She recognized those argyle socks anywhere. She crashed back on the chair and immediately stuffed herself with her lunch, looking away. Her coat was rumpled. She struggled to fixed her coat and unkept hair as Eric settled in front of Alex. Lexie acted like she was not just on the floor sprawled. She continued gobbling food.

Alex panicked as he didn't think about what to do once he got Eric's attention. He just needed him to walk closer to tease Lexie. He never realized that the attending would really walk towards them. Now, Eric's standing in front of him, hands crossed over his chest, awaiting his question, "so the - uhm - procedure you're gonna do later with Dr. Sloan would be..." Alex continued to outline the procedure, stammering.

Eric raised an eyebrow and grimaced as he listened to Alex. Eric glanced at the group. He peeked at Cristina who looked at him and Alex while her head remained lowered towards her plate. He then looked at Izzie who was suppressing a laugh. As Izzie saw Eric looking at her, she greeted Eric with a smile.

"... I-I just really find the procedure very - uhm, excellent," Alex scratched his head, cringing at his choice of word. - Excellent? His sweat started to bead on his temple. Alex was nervous. - imbecile. Eric faced Alex as he finished his statement.

"Dr. Karev," Eric interrupted him, "If you have the time to kiss ass, you have the time to check the patient," He implied.

"No - I'm just saying..." Alex tried to explain. Eric gestured at the exit. Alex growled, stepping out of the cafeteria. His plan backfired.

Eric looked back at the table and spotted Lexie stuffing her face with food, "Dr. Grey?"

"Mmmm.. Mmmm," Lexie grumbled without looking. She thought she could express a hello towards the attending, but nothing came out but mumble.

"O-kay," He uttered, shaking his head as he looked away. Eric looked at both Cristina and Izzie and smiled at them, "Doctors." Cristina stared at him and watched as he stepped away. Her mouth gaping as she couldn't believe the sarcastic devil smiled towards them.

Lexie sighed and sat more comfortably on her chair. Cristina chuckled right after he turned around and left the cafeteria.

Izzie slapped Cristina on her arm, "What?" She blurted, brushing her arm where Izzie whacked her. She chuckled as she asked Lexie, facing her, "Lexie Grey, what did you do to him?"

The Next Day - Morning Surgical Wing

Callie and Arizona walked along the halls of the surgical wing. Arizona checked her phone as they walked.

"How's... Eric and... his resident ?" Callie asked.

"I heard they're getting along well," Arizona responded as she scanned her phone, smiling.

Not the response Callie thought she would hear. Callie's shoes screeched as she tripped with her foot, staring at Arizona with disbelief, "Really?" She chuckled, "...I mean..." She laughed, " Really?! "

Arizona peered at Callie, still holding her phone. Arizona looked back at her phone as Callie continued walking beside her, putting her hands inside her coat pockets.

Callie pondered as she asked, "He really is being nice, huh?"

"And he's in a great mood all week," Arizona added.

Callie's eyebrows propped up as she had a thought. She stopped.

Arizona noticed her. Arizona stopped walking, turned to look at Callie and asked, "What?"

"Do you think he and Grey...?" Callie trailed.

Arizona tilted her head to the side as she pondered, "Well..." She chuckled anxiously.

Callie's eyes widened with curiosity as her girlfriend stammered, "What... what?!" Callie paused as Arizona walked away from her. Callie followed her, "Oh no no no... You know something... just say it...come on!"

"I don't okay," Arizona walked faster, "Not officially..." Arizona uttered. Callie heard it and stopped Arizona, pulling her by the arm. She groaned as she faced Callie, "It's just a thought really... I've known him and..."

"And what?" Callie asked.

Arizona looked away, trying to find words to tell Callie her hunch without her jumping to conclusions that may or may not be true. Arizona stared away and then noticed Mark walking out of the supply room.

"Is that?..." Arizona paused and was about to call Mark but Callie stopped her.

"What," Callie said, turning towards where Arizona's looking at. She saw Mark walking away, "Oh, it's just Mark..." looking back at Arizona, " Come on! We have more pressing matters than Mark's flavor of the month."

"20 says the nurse at the pit," Arizona claimed.

Callie shook her head as she turned back to Arizona, "Are we betting on this now?" She chuckled.

"O-kay," Callie shook her head as she continued, "the resident from Mercy West...one with short hair... okay? happy" Arizona beamed at her.

The both of them waited for the girl to come out of the supply room. "oh wait," Callie uttered as the door clicked open. Both of them looked at the door, breath hitched and shoulders were tense. Their tensed shoulders went limp as they saw they're both wrong - Lexie Grey went out of the supply room, looking on both sides as she walked out and closed the door.

"Well..." Callie uttered.

"When did that happen?" Arizona blurted out.

"Well... there goes our 'more pressing matters'," Callie said, looking at her girlfriend as Arizona continued to stare away.

Residents' Lounge

The chief resident posted the rotation schedule for that day. Each resident coming in looked at the board for their schedules. April Kepner walked towards the bulletin as she scanned the schedule, leaning in as she checked on her friends' schedule as well; mouthing the words as she read.

Jackson walked inside the lounge. April noticed him.

"Hey! you're in Neuro!" April said to Jackson as he stepped beside her and looked at the board as well.

"Hmmm. Not just me..." Jackson uttered as he walked away from the board and towards his locker. April furrowed her eyes as she looked at him. She turned back at the board and searched for that schedule he pointed at.

- - - - -

Lexie rushed in the lounge, gaining a look on all the residents inside - both Mercy Westers and Seattle Grace residents, alike. Her hair was disheveled and her shirt was buttoned wrong.

"Good...morning?" Cristina greeted Lexie, following her with a stare as Lexie stepped by the lockers, pushing Alex's legs away as she walked by.

"Hey!" Alex exclaimed. He kissed Izzie before walking out of the lounge.

Izzie sat beside Cristina as she whispered to her, "Does she know?" Cristina shrugged. Izzie went towards the locker beside Lexie's and leaned on it. She glanced at Lexie as she opened her mouth to asked something. Lexie looked at Izzie. Izzie let out a smile as she said, "Hi."

Lexie looked at her as she continued to change, "What is it?"

"You saw the schedule, right?" Izzie asked as Lexie sat and wore her scrub top.

Lexie stopped as she turned to look at Izzie. Her eyebrows arched up as she waited for Izzie to continue. Lexie looked behind her where the schedule was pinned. She stood up and walked towards the board, fixing her top on the way. She scanned the schedule, looking for her name. Her finger stopped as she saw her name with "Neurosurgery" beside it.

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justamonkeyonautopilot · 10 months

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Flufftober 2022 Drabbles Ch.13 Secret Family Recipe

[Sorry if this is not very good. I haven't written much since the last update apart from essays for uni. My head spent most this chapter screaming at me that I couldn't use joined words I needed to separate them all out *hides face*.]

Grey’s Anatomy Meredith Grey x Addison Montgomery

Chapter 13 Secret Family Recipe

It was well known that Meredith didn’t cook, well more couldn’t cook so wouldn’t cook. However, Addison coming from the background she had grown up in had been shown how to cook from a young age. So when Meredith had taken ill with the flu and couldn’t get out of bed. Addison knew that she had just the right thing for it. She remembered being shown how to make chicken soup and bread from scratch. It wasn’t very often that she would take the time to cook. Especially as she never really had the time to cook and every minute spent off work she just wanted to spend curled up with her girlfriend. But knowing that Meredith really needed something right now she thought better of getting back into bed with the younger woman. Instead choosing to go downstairs to cook.

Wandering into the kitchen Addison looked into all the cupboards, hoping to find the ingredients she needed. As expected for two women who tended to order takeout she didn’t find what she wanted. Looking back towards the stairs Addison hesitated before grabbing her bag and shoes. Debating with herself over whether she wanted to go and wake Meredith to let her know she was heading to the shops or whether to let the woman continue to sleep. Knowing that sleep was one of the best healers for a cold, Addison chose to leave Meredith sleeping. Quietly grabbing her bag and shoes, checking to make sure her purse and keys were inside she stepped outside of the house towards her car. It took Addison around twenty minutes to get everything she needed. Stepping back inside the house she stopped listening to hear if there was any movement within the house from the blonde. Hearing nothing she continued back to the kitchen to unpack the shopping bags and start cooking.

Pouring the soup into a bowl whilst she waited for the bread to finish cooking she looked around the kitchen for a tray to place everything on. Finding one under the sink she placed everything she had so far onto the tray. A glass of orange juice, the bowl of soup and a spoon, as well as the chocolate she had brought. Feeling her phone buzz in her pocket to say the bread was ready to come out the oven, Addison turned and quickly went to the oven. Pulling out the fresh loaf of bread she had made. Leaving it on top of the counter to cool, she filled a hot water bottle before going back to cut a couple of slices of bread. Placing everything but the hot water bottle on the tray, instead choosing to tuck it under her arm before heading towards the stairs. Carefully climbing them one by one and shuffling towards their bedroom in the hopes not to spill anything. Nudging the door open with her foot, followed by her hip she noticed Meredith curled around her pillow - hidden mostly by the blanket. Addison walked in slowly and carefully placed the tray down on the dressing table before sitting down on the edge of the bed next to Meredith’s snoring body. Gently stroking her fingers through Meredith’s hair she started whispering her name in the hopes of calmly waking her up rather than frightening her out of her sleep. Meredith mumbled, turning further into Addison’s pillow. Addison smiled watching her whilst continuing to stroke her hair. “It’s time to wake up now, my love”. Meredith blinked sleepily up at Addison before coughing curling into herself. Addison felt guilty for waking up the blonde seen as she seemed so peaceful in sleep. Unlike now.

Standing back up and walking to the dresser to retrieve everything Addison turned back to see Meredith leaning back against the headboard. Walking back to the bed Addison gently rested the tray on Meredith’s lap. Meredith looked down surprised before taking the spoon and taking a sip of the soup. Moaning in delight at the taste of it. “Where did you get this from?” Meredith watched as Addison flushed.

“I..er..I may have made it for you” Meredith tried not to laugh at the embarrassed look on Addison’s face as she knew that the redhead would be offended. She also knew that laughing would set off her coughing, and she really didn’t want to spill any of the soup.

“Yes, I understand that. But what brand is this? I don’t think I’ve ever had it before” Meredith continued to eat more of the soup. Before realizing she bread next to the bowl was obviously homemade.

“No, Meredith. I made this for you” Addison watched Meredith’s reactions to the food with interest.

“Oh God” Meredith moaned again “you’ve got to give me this recipe Addison. It tastes so good, thank you”

Addison smiled in return at Meredith’s reactions. “I can’t Mer…it’s a family secret” Addison couldn’t resist the giggle at the look on Meredith’s face.

“Well…you’ll just have to keep making it for me then” Meredith smirked before ripping a piece of the bread off dipping it into the soup. “Oh the bread is good too…Addie you’ve been holding out on me.”

Addison couldn’t help the belly laugh that came out of her at that response. “I should have known the quickest way to your heart was through your stomach”.

#fanfic #fanfics #fanfiction #flufftober 2022 #flufftober #drabble #meredith grey #addison montgomery #meddison #merddison #meradd #personal #meredith x addison #addison x meredith #greys anatomy

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frozenhi-chews · 1 year

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Someone Heard Me

Pancake hears a cry for help, and it happens to be Spamton. Spamton meanwhile is caught in a fight, with the threat his friend will be taken from him.

This story happens after this one, so be sure to read that one as well!!

Warning: there is violence in this! Gets a bit graphic. Please be careful (there is dismemberment and eye injury)

It was a bright chill day, the Ad District was a tad crowded today, and yet Pancake cheerfully wandered around the plaza. Backpack strung behind her, a contempt smile on her face as she skipped to the music playing on her headphones.

Earlier that day she got a good haul from dumpster diving, with no run-in from Spamton. Granted the last time she saw him was...about a week ago. The lack of Spamton would have concerned her if he wasn't capable of himself. He was pretty strong. Also wasn't a week ago when she met him at that abandoned diner?

Pancake put one of the headphones behind her ear while wandering into a store. It was a small one, one she visited often. It was the closest thing to a Hot Topic the District had, if the Hot Topic was also stationed in a log cabin. It was welcoming, the green Addison behind the counter waved to her when she walked by, and the music was very reminiscent of 90s alternative. How they were able to play music without Queen knowing was a mystery, but Pancake obviously didn't mind.

The patches was her first stop, actually her only stop when she heard a noise. It was faint, but it was there. She perked up, paused her music, and looked quizzically at the shop owner.

He looked back at her, just as confused, and said "What?"

"Oh, uh, thought I heard a noise'" she said.

"Must've been your music. I didn't hear anything." He shrugged and went back to his book. Pancake shrugged back and was about to turn back to the patches when she heard it again. Louder. Like it was a cry for help.

Alerted, she stood up and made the cashier jump. Before he could get a word out to her Pancake was out the door and into the District.

It was much louder here, with the hustle and bustle of the streets. Yet no one seemed concerned. No one seemed to have heard it. But a lot more people than her should've heard it. She was in a store for Pete's sake, and no one was going to find who needed-

"Help!! Please! Any-"

The sentence wasn't even cut off before Pancake rushed down the street to where it was coming from. An alleyway.

She hoped it wasn't him.

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Cruel laughter sounded from the three figures above him. His body ached, the crack in his face splintering more as he was dropped. Pain exploded across his face, spreading as he felt more cracks split open. The rest of his body was in agony as well, with what felt like a broken wrist and burns across his chest. The ground was wet, and [so cold.] It would have been relieving if he wasn't in agony.

"That was your best attempt? Awh please Spammy Wammy, you should have known better!" The orange Addison who loved to torture him knelt in front of him, her face mocking him. Her head tilted, her ponytail swinging. "No one is coming to help, you should have realized this by now, gotten it through that thick plastic SKULL of yours!" She picked him up by the neck and slammed him into the wall, accentuating her words, and making his teeth clack together painfully.

"You are disgusting you pathetic dog. Who would help you? Your old fwiends?" Her smile twisted, metallic serrated teeth and lower jaw reflecting the dull light. "Please. Give it up."

The two figures behind her chuckled, two massive Werewires, her partners in crime.

His head throbbed, almost as bad as the insults. He hated how much she loved to gloat over him, glaring back at her.

"Now, Spamton," she spat his name out like it tasted foul, "where is it?"

"I T0Ld yUu P1P, IiiII doN;T [HAAAve youHEARD-] It." His voice was raw, it hurt to speak.

She glared at him and he shrank back from her smell, she'd definitely smoked before she decided to beat him up again. "NO [[kromre]] [Hearing T-]"

"No money? Awwh is that so?" She raised her hand, metallic claws glinting in the low light. Behind her, the Werewires sparked. Spamton's eyes widened while nervously swallowing. He's felt this before, a harsh punishment. He involuntarily jerked as she ran a claw along his cheekbone, the faint buzz of electricity making him wince.

"How bout I sweeten the pot then, hmmmm? Rumor has it you're acquainted with a Lightner. In fact, the Lightner that has been," she rotated her hand as if to find the right word, "roaming around here. Now. If you tell me where she is, I will gladly forgive you of your debt."

A chill ran up his spine. Since when was that a thing? Being familiar with the Lightner? Not to mention, as strong as Pancake was, Pip could easily kill her. The Werewires alone could do her in.

This also wasn't Pancake's [business.] It was his and his alone. As much as he liked- tolerated her, he was terrified what Pip would do to Pancake if she got her claws on her. He briefly wondered what it would be like if Pancake wasn't around anymore. He would never admit it to anyone, but after the meeting in the diner the previous week, he realized she was his stars and sky. He couldn't afford to lose her.

"I HAV [Zero Ideas] whAT Y0U:eR [Talked] BOUT!!!" Spamton spat. "BESizS I D[OOO]Nt [Do You Owe Money-] You 4NYT1NG!!!!"

Pip frowned, disappointed. She snapped her fingers and the Werewires lit up, electricity sparking between her fingers. "Such a loss then. Playing dumb, and denying what I gave you years ago."

"[Eye] [[Pay Now]]d YOu BAcc!!!!" Spamton snarled, squirming and then crying out in pain when she tightened her grip.

"No you didn't! Not all of it!!" Her voice was back to that sickly sweet tone like she was berating a child. He could feel the electricity from where he was as they brightened. "So tell me, where's my money, or where's the Lightner?"

"IF U [laid] A F1NG3R ON-"

"OH so you DO know her!!" She brightened.

He exhaled sharply, realizing what he said. It was a slip, and now she knows. "I M NOT S44YiN A THinG!!" He felt tears prick at the corner of his eyes as her grip tightened again.

"Fair enough. Hope you can lick you-"

Suddenly the sky was bright with pink, accompanied with an ear-splitting shriek. He gripped his head when everything lit up. More noises, explosions, screaming, confusion, wait was he in the air? He doesn't remember falling but he came to in a box a couple moments later. The box was on its side and he used it to cover himself. Everything hurt even more now. His head was ringing, he felt like he was slammed repeatedly into a wall, his wrist felt like it snapped more.

Spamton heard a thud right outside with sizzling. But it...didn't sound like electricity? Wincing, he peeked out.

It was one of the Werewires.

Dying.

He swallowed, grimacing at the smell, like burnt sugar. There was a pink liquid splattered all over their body. Oh, there was the source of the sizzling. He watched in abject horror as he watched the liquid eat away at their flesh. Wait a minute, he recognized that-

He heard shuffling and a shout. Pip was...scared?

Spamton lifted the box more and saw why. In front of his spot was a Monster. Larger than the Werewires. Its back was to him, standing on two legs, with massive wings and multiple tails fanned out behind it, swaying slightly. Oh this day just got so much worse. He barley saw Pip back up in horror.

"Wh- what are you?" She squeaked, the palest orange he's ever seen her be.

The creature's wings dropped. "Wait, you have to ask? Like you can't look at my soul and see who I am?" Wait... "This is the first time someone asked me who I was. Sorry, I'm just used to 'aaa it's a Lightner!' So forgive me-"

"WHAT KIND OF LIGHTNER?!" Pip shrieked.

"I dunno. Definitely not fully human!"

Pancake?! She's HERE?! What, when, why- wait! He inhaled sharply as his heart skipped a beat.

She heard him, didn't she?

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Pancake looked down at the orange Addison. She had a ponytail and smelled of cigarette smoke, but was definitely a different Addison. With a metallic lower jaw and teeth, and her left hand had metal claws. And metal bits everywhere. Judging from the dying Werewires she blasted, she used them as conductors. Huh.

Pancake shrunk, shifting to her human self. She was seething, seeing red. Her and Spamton's early spats were one thing, her getting attacked by a random Darkener was another. But this?! Her friend, who was not only homeless but abandoned?! Plus it was one versus three, and three massive enemies at that. Pancake knew Spamton was tough, but this was ridiculous and she came to even the scales.

"Well then," she snarled, twisting her mouth into a snarl, "guess i found out what that cry of help was. Now, I'm gonna make this simple," She leaned in. "Leave. Him. Alone."

"HIM?! That failure of an Addison?! Why did YOU come to his aid?"

"He's my friend," Pancake snarled, her voice dangerously low, "and so I ask you, leave him alone."

"And why should I listen t- AAAAAAHHH-"

Pancake grew tired of this Addison's speech and lunged at her, biting down hard on her shoulder. The other Werewire that hadn't died yet jumped into action, zapping her and causing her to scream. She fell, caught a glimpse of silver, and rolled over just before the Addison's claws pierced the ground. Pancake kicked the Addison in the face and stood up, getting hit by another electricity ball from the Werewire, causing her to stumble. Electricity sparked up her sides, burning her. The smell of flesh was awful, and now her favorite hoodie was ruined.

She turned her attention to the sidekick, launching herself at the brightly colored furball. The Darkener shrieked and tried to throw her off, electrocuting her all the while. The Addison took this as an opportunity to stab her in the side with her claws. Pancake screamed, grabbing the Addi with her tails and slamming her against the ground before falling off the Werewire.

She righted herself, looked at the Addison again, who had also stood up, and lunged.

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Spamton could barely believe it. She really did come, she really did care. His mind ran with the thought she thought of him the same way he did her. He heard her. And she was in pain, and it was his fault.

It was his fault.

Guilt pricked at him, watching her claw at the Addison while being clawed back.

He often would get mocked, get spit upon, laughed at. He hoped that one day there would be someone who did care, for him. Someone who, after all these years, see him as a person. And. There she was. And she's getting hurt because of him.

Spamton wanted to help, but he was in too much pain. It's something he felt he should have gotten used to. Often being stepped on, having sand thrown at him, having his nose pulled and other injuries. But this time it was harsher, and Pip really wanted to mess with him, to bleed him dry as he was an easy target.

Pancake was a miracle.

Who also got slammed into a wall. He grimaced as he heard a sick snap come from her arm, accompanied with another yelp of pain. She fell and slumped over. Pip sauntered over to her, claws glinting and sparking.

"So you're the Lightner Spamton knows," She drawled.

"Yeah, and what of it?" Pancake wiped a streak of blood off her chin.

"You'll make me some good money!" Pip hummed, grabbing Pancake's chin and tilting her head.

"Oh so you run a black market?"

"Something like that... you are gorgeous!"

"Thank you, I try," Pancake smirked. It always amazed Spamton how Pancake would sass in the face of death. It was like she didn't even care that she would die. "Now you say you're gonna sell me?"

Pip nodded smiling smugly, "that I am." The Werewire moved behind her.

"Yeah one thing though." Spamton saw the inside of her mouth glow a hot pink. Ohhh no, he knew what that meant.

"Hmm?" Pip didn't seem to notice yet, looking at her arms.

Smoke curled out of the corners of her mouth. "Ya gotta catch me!"

She inhaled and the hot pink acid blasted out of her mouth, hitting the other Werewire. Pip had ducked, yelping when she heard the loud blast hit the other side of the alleyway. Spamton could tell she felt the heat.

Then Pancake kicked her square in the chest and pounced on her. He couldn't exactly see what was happening, but he heard them yelling at eachother. Unease and worry squeezed his gut. Pancake seemed a better match than he thought, but Pip still looked to have an advantage.

Spamton's thoughts were shaken as another shriek pierced the air. Pancake and Pip were standing again, glaring at eachother. Pip looked worse, and some of Pancake's clothes were torn, especially her sleeves. Wasn't that one of her favorite hoodies? His brow furrowed, feeling loss for her.

Pip growled as she clenched and unclenched her fist. Stalking closer to the much smaller Pancake who didn't back away. He couldn't see Pancake's face, her back was to him.

"You're so much worse than I thought. BOTH of my Werewires? Dead? You sick scoundrel!"

"Says the one beating up someone who is nearly half MY size!" Pancake snarled back. Spamton winced, he felt that blow to his ego, even if she was right. "How long has this been happening? Is this fun for you? Is he easy pickings because of how small he is? Do you know how pathetic that is?"

"Don't you DARE you little-" Pip drew closer, livid.

"I'm serious! You think you're so high and mighty from what I can tell, and yet you're here with TWO Werewires beating up someone the size of a kid."

Pip wound up her clawed hand. "You stupid-"

"And I- AAAAGH-"

Pip struck Pancake, blood splattering across Pip's face. Pancake stumbled back, clutching her own face. Spamton screamed. Oh gosh. Oh no. Oh [#^$#*]. [She's hurt she's hurt she's hurt she's hurt she's hurt-]

"Blind now ain't ya? Don't think I didn't check what that scar and milky eye meant!" Pip looked down at Pancake, sneering, as Pancake doubled forward clutching her face. "Try to protect your boyfriend now!"

B-boyfriend? Spamton stuttered, heat rising to his face. It probably was an insult, but after everything that happened-

Static clouded his mind, beginning to hyperventilate.

She wouldn't want to see him after this, wouldn't she? She's hurt because of him, of his own business, and she won't see him again. In. More ways than one too. If Pip is correct anyway. Not that it matters-

Pip laughed, "Now if you don't mind I-"

Pancake gripped Pip's arm, then looked up at her with wide eyes. Pip's heart skipped a beat. No she didn't- it was-

"Wrong eye, bucko!" she snarled.

Spamton snapped to attention, eyes wide. Next thing he knew, Pancake latched herself on Pip's shoulder, biting down hard. He could hear the crunch of bone before Pip started screaming. With another twist, the arm cracked off. Pancake pushed Pip on the ground and placed a foot on her chest. Then she did something that would be burned in Spamton's mind.

She tilted her head up, tongues wrapped around the arm, and began swallowing it whole. Pip screamed again, and Spamton winced every time he heard it crack. Within a few seconds, it was gone, and Pancake placed her arms on her knee, leaning forward a bit.

"I have a deal for you, kay? I think I saw you earlier, couple days ago maybe. And I kinda saw that your life will be cut short soon. So how about this? You leave Spamton alone, never seek him out *ever* again, and I will extend your life!" She leaned back, spreading her arms out either side. "How about it?"

Pip squeaked, catching on how royally [&%>#] she was. Her Werewires were dead, Pancake literally bit off and ate her arm, she had nothing left.

"I agree! I agree just let me go!!"

"Alright, alright," Pancake stepped off Pip, watching her shakily stand up, "now you better hold onto those words because I WILL kill you if you touch or harm him in ANY way again. Got it?"

Pip nodded.

"Good. Now scram." Pancake watched as Pip ran down the alleyway, glaring daggers where she disappeared to. When she was gone Spamton saw all the stress and tension leave her, sighing softly. Then wincing and doubling over, grabbing her side.

Spamton cried out and tossed the box as he limped to Pancake, who was kneeling. She looked up and him and grinned. He grimaced.

Up close her injuries looked worse. Her upper arm was bent at a scary angle, he could see (and smell) the [it burns!] marks all over her body, and she was bleeding from where Pip stabbed her. But the worst part was her face. Half covered in blood, streaking down her face, with horrible gashes across her blind eye, which had swollen shut. His stomach flip-flopped.

"OH [[Angel]], WHAT D1D SHE [to-do] y0u?" He approached and placed his hands on her arm.

"What did she do to me? What did she do to you buddy?" She chuckled, trying to move her injured arm.

"NO N0 DON"T!!!!" He snapped his fingers, summoning an angelic miniton who patted her head. Some of her wounds healed, but only partially. He summoned some more, sitting next to her when he felt the exhaustion hit. It was a lot of energy he was using. On her. She needed it more than him, if anything as an apology. Make things up with her. He can't. He can't lose her.

"Awh thanks Spam Bam!" Pancake chuckled, warming his insides. "But...why didn't you do that to yourself?"

"YOU G0T THE [Brunt Force] OF WHA7 HAPPEN3D. AND... I'M. I- [I'm sorry.]"

"Wh- what are you sorry for? And, you're still hurt!" She leaned over, concern painting her face.

"I- YOUER [hurt]. AND IT'S MY

AND IT"S MY

AND IT'S MY

AN D ITS MY

AND UTS MY-"

Pancake placed a hand on his shoulder, snapping him out of it. Her face, her concern, her worry, it made him want to cry. All that was directed to him. No pity, no malice, only care. She cracked a smile. She looked worse for wear. He tried to ignore the swirling emotions in his gut in place for her friend.

"Don't worrry Spam Bam, I'll be fine I sw-" to his horror she fell in front of him.

Spamton yelped, heart pounding, rushing over, patting her cheeks and summoning more angels, near hyperventilating. Stressing. Crying. "DON7 DIE...[pretty please]...doNT D13...oN M3.."

Then he got an idea.

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Pancake shifted, a minor pain in her head. Face. She'd need to take some pain pills or... something. But she didn't want to get up. She was cold, and that meant outside was colder. And she didn't want to be cold.

She grunted and shifted again, this time on her side, wondering what she was gonna have for breakfast. Inky would be at her face any minute and why can't she get comfortable. She opened her eyes, already narrowed, when she saw a blue wall.

Wait.

She sat up in a panic, then groaned as pain flaired in her head and side, clutching both. It was then when she realized how much everything hurt. And she couldn't move her arm; it was bandaged. Pancake began to try to lift it again when a voice halted her.

"WHOAA WHO4!! SLOW DO WN TH3RE [[Nelly!!]]" A figure appeared at her side, with a voice only one person could have. A hot bowl of...something was placed in her lap as Spamton sat down next to her. Her heart skipped a beat, her face feeling warm, but she pushed it down best she could.

"YOU [[Take Two]] QU1TW A [Beat It Out] A COUPLE D4YS AGO!!"

Pancake stopped, the spoon he gave her halfway between her and the bowl. "A. Couple days?" She looked over at him, who grinned nervously and wrung his hands. He looked better, the cracks somewhat healed. But he didn't look completely better, a shadow of apprehension in his eyes. And tear streaks?

"YEEEP!! [Tuesays] AGO YOU [[Knock em Dead]] 4 FEW ENEMIES OF [Mine]!!!!"

Oh right that did happen. The orange Addison, the two Werewires. Spamton.

Pancake finally looked around at her surroundings. On her other side was a desk. And the wall was bright blue. So this must be-

"Why am I at your store?"

"EAHEAHEAH, PLACE F0UR YOU 2 [Rest In Peace] MY [[Friend Request Accepted]]!!" He patted her shoulder a couple times.

"Wait wait wait-" She looked back at him.

"WEE3LLLL YOU CAME EHEN I NE3 EDED [can someone help me?] [[Best thing to do-]] I C0ULD DO WAZ LET U STAY HEAR!!!"

"Oh, Spamton-"

"AND RHATS NOT ALL!! [Click Here!!] WE^RE R1DE OR D1E !!@" He was grinning brightly. He was sweating. Scared. She looked down at the bowl of what she assumed was soup.

"You okay?"

"NEVRR BETTER!"

"Spamton, I can tell when you're lying."

He inhaled sharply, his hands gripping his shirt. Static clouded his glasses. "DON-D0N T HAT3 ME..."

Pancake's brows furrowed, "why on earth would I hate you? Spamton-"

"YOU [[Got Caught in the Crossfire]]!!! HU RT!! TRYIN TO [someone help me!!] AND I THOIGJT, I [thought you would-]"

"Spamton, I *wanted* to help you. If someone was gonna beat up my best buddy, I'm gonna beat them up! If I didn't I wouldn’t have come when you called."

"BUT-"

"No buts," She placed a finger on his teeth. "I care about you, and if I get hurt in the process of protecting you, at least you won't get hurt. Or, well, more hurt."

His breath hitched, looking up at her with what she called sheer adoration as his glassed returned to their pink and yellow shades. With a blushing face to boot. Like he couldn't believe it. That she wasn't angry at him. He...genuinely does care it seemed.

He tentatively leaned against her, which she reciprocated best she could. Soaking up his warmth. Trying to ignore the fact they were touching and how cozy he felt and her own heart doing jumping jacks.

"Who was that Addison?"

"EAHEAHEAHEAH... pIP... DON-T. WANT TO [Chit-Chat] ABOUT IT."

Pancake shrugged. "Fair enough." She took a bite and her eyes widened. It WAS soup, soup from the Color Cafe. "Spamton, where did you get this?"

"YOI ASK TOO MANY [[Q&As]]."

*He did steal it!' she smiled at him. "Mhm suuuure!" nudging him playfully.

"HEE EY Y, WATCH IT [Toots!]" Spamton smirked back at her. She laughed, feeling her face warm.

"Thank you Spamton. I can't tell you how much this means to me." Spamton looked up at her. Pancake's heart skipped a beat and her eyes widened. Spamton's head titled.

'Oh dear'

"WhATS [The Sky Is Up]?"

'I really am that dense.'

"I-it's nothing."

'I think I love him.'

"YA SUR3??" He smirked.

*And it took someone beating the crap out of me to realize-'

"Yeah I'm just thinking. You're patching me up, hah! Uh, wondering how long I'm staying here."

'Don't make it obvious don't make it obvious don't-'

"HAHA WELL THEN!!! th4T SO? [Catch Some Z's] CUZ YOUR ST4YIN HER E A WHI LE!!!!"

Well, being this close to what she assumed is her crush, which explained so much as to why she cared so much and thought about him, that would not be a problem.

Still, if she can help it. Especially with THIS realization. She grinned at him, to which he stared back confused and kind of afraid.

"Does that mean I get to hug you more often?"

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