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ALAN RAMSEY

This Life - @coffeeheartaddict2 📚🎭

[mini: wip] All appears well in the Ramsey household until Louise suddenly leaves, throwing life into disarray. TW: Deals with abandonment Feat. Ethan Ramsey

Part 2: Normal is Overrated Anyways

BRYCE X F!MC / F!OC

Pumpkin Spice - @peonierose 📷👻

It’s fall time meaning Luna and Bryce celebrate Halloween with their friends and family.

Soon (It’s a Relative Term) - @storyofmychoices ☁

Bryce and Olivia finally have a morning off together.

The Cat and His Lady - @peonyblossom ☁👻

When Bryce showed up to a Halloween party dressed as a superhero from a kids' show, he certainly did not expect anyone to be wearing a matching costume.

To Fall In Love - @planet-alicorn ☁

Bryce and Chandini enjoy some fall baking. [Cooks]

ETHAN X F!MC / F!OC

Boston Halloween Party - @potionsprefect 📷👻

The gang host a Halloween Party, and Bryce goes official. Feat. The Gang

Candy - @jamespotterthefirst ☁👻

Their first time giving out candy as a couple.

Drained - @lsvdw-blog 📚🎭

[mini: wip] Serena is having the day from hell and seeks comfort in Ethan, but perhaps she shouldn’t have.

Part 3

If you don’t like then you should have take your suite off - @ambraambrose 🎭

Retelling of 2.11 scene with Ethan and MC. [2.11]

Lost Love - @ethanramseytwilight 📚🎭

[mini: complete] Ethan loved Catherine with all his heart but if anyone found out about them, doom was inevitable.

Part 1 | Part 2

Lover - @genevievemd ♥

Ethan spends the evening worshipping his wife on her birthday. [Birthday; Conference; Vacation]

Mimicry - @jamespotterthefirst ☁👻

The gang organizes a group costume that surprises Ethan.

Oh Yeah...There He Is - @txemrn ☁

While celebrating his/her first birthday, a few colleagues make note that Baby Ramsey looks and acts just like Tatum. Well, for the most part. [Domestic; Family]

Once [A Nanny Affairs/Open Heart Crossover] - @peonierose 📚🛸 [mini: wip] Addison has stage four ovarian cancer. So Sam and Addi seek a consultation with Dr. Ethan Ramsey at Edenbrook. Will they make it in time? TW: Illness, cancer, mental health Feat. Ethan Ramsey

Part 2

Sandwich and a Fridge - @potionsprefect 📷

Victoria has a delicious lunch and the doctors lounge gets an upgrade.

Sunsets - @coffeeheartaddict2 ☁

Following hey are celebrating the anniversary of their engagement.

This Life - @coffeeheartaddict2 📚🎭

[mini: wip] All appears well in the Ramsey household until Louise suddenly leaves, throwing life into disarray. TW: Deals with abandonment Feat. Ethan Ramsey

Part 2: Normal is Overrated Anyways

‘Tis the Damn Season - @genevievemd 📚📷 [extended: wip] A look into the final eight months of Ethan and Gen’s first year of marriage.

November - Part 1

Tricky Treats - @jerzwriter ☁👻

Kaycee laments forgoing her Halloween plans when a lucrative opportunity arrives, but the evening turns out better than expected.

The Gang/Ensemble

Halloween Memories - @liaromancewriter 📷☁👻

It’s Halloween during intern year and the gang is working. So, Cassie shares her most memorable costumes on Pictagram to pass the time.

SIENNA X M!OC

Night Adventures - @liaromancewriter ☁

Busy with work and raising their son, Max and Sienna struggle to get alone time as a couple.

Pumpkin Pie - @liaromancewriter 📱

Sienna and Max talk pumpkins and pumpkin pies.

TOBIAS X F!MC

Addiction - @alj4890 ☁

Tobias and Chris enjoy a coffee date.

Paging Dr. Carrick - @jerzwriter ♥

Tobias selects the theme for their next roleplay adventure. But when they’re interrupted, Casey makes plans for a night to remember.

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haydenboye · 1 year

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Doing Business in Japan

There are a growing number of dating apps that are specially designed for people living with HIV. Or are you more on the outgoing side? No, I like more serious people. By the way things ended, it definitely seemed like it was Addison's decision. It's a good way to meet people, but not sustain a relationship. I was open to it, but I wasn’t really on the apps or intentionally trying to meet people when I was out. This means she may feel out of her element; whatever you do, don't ignore her or assume she'll figure it out on her own. I try not to, but I will if I feel that I should. I try to take revenge. I'll take a normal guy, please. There is no one right way to go through a divorce, but for everyone, it's necessary to take time to work through the end of the relationship. This is possible in potassium-argon (K-Ar) dating, for example, because most minerals do not take argon into their structures initially. נערות ליווי ברמת גן Based on that frustration, I wanted Yarns to be able to operate independently of other IndieWeb structures. Only our test can help you sort through the confusion.

I will help anyone out who needs it. Now is the time for you to find out! I'd wait a fairly long time. I would wait a little bit. He's a little bit fit. Goetze (1951) argues against Albright that the high chronology seems to fit best. Humor is the best. I do my best to forget about it. Over ten years ago, she plugged into the network nation and earned her way as a sort of networking consultant by adroitly introducing others to it and explaining away the dark, mysterious corners. And my friends gave me this sort of bloated sense of false confidence. Many of these even offer in-person mixers for single parents instead of one-on-one dating. This is a creation of a renowned network that has been offering online dating services for several years already, so the platform has all the features for men interested in Asian female seeking dating. ❤️ Date In Asia is free to use and highly accessible, and that will never change for our main features.

The free app lets you match and chat with potential partners or upgrade to a premium membership ($9.99 per month) for an ad-free experience, a boosted profile, unlimited number of likes, and the ability to "rewind" by giving somebody a second chance. Sign up FREE today! ”, “What do you mean I have to go to my parents for Thanksgiving alone! I would talk to my parents about it. You can't always tell if you're going to click with someone until you've met them in person, or at the very least spoken via phone or video call, eg Skype. He's not into video games. I'd introduce them right away. If you are dating first time, many suggestions are there for you to get the right way with right person. On-screen, Gene Kelly and Leslie Caron danced their way into each other's hearts, while gambler Marlon Brando seduced young nun Jean Simmons and Katharine Hepburn and Humphrey Bogart fell in love while performing an act of patriotism.

I don't care, I love them. I'm not ready for the "I love you" part yet. Instead, he was inspired to try to win back the heart of his lost love Kate Stern. I try to keep going out to keep my mind off of it. Everyone has a unique, jaw-dropping feature that makes them stand out in a crowd. What do you like to do for fun or how would you spend a night out? It feels like a meat market. If a dating site asks you questions like these, steer clear! Harmony is a much larger site (and may have more Christians), but it’s hard to say for sure. Maybe you like those who are muscular and fit, or perhaps you're more into someone who is sweet and shy. Do you like people for what's on the inside? This conveys that she isn't selfish; she has empathy for other people but is very guarded when showing it. The bugs also need fixing with notifications, showing that I have "likes" but they disappeared completely. I have identified relationships among IndieWeb’s social structures, design decisions, material architecture, and connections to corporate platforms, which may be helpful for future decision-making.

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perfectlymassiveengineer · 1 year

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Doing Business in Japan

There are a growing number of dating apps that are specially designed for people living with HIV. Or are you more on the outgoing side? No, I like more serious people. By the way things ended, it definitely seemed like it was Addison's decision. It's a good way to meet people, but not sustain a relationship. I was open to it, but I wasn’t really on the apps or intentionally trying to meet people when I was out. נערות ליווי בתל אביב והמרכז This means she may feel out of her element; whatever you do, don't ignore her or assume she'll figure it out on her own. I try not to, but I will if I feel that I should. I try to take revenge. I'll take a normal guy, please. There is no one right way to go through a divorce, but for everyone, it's necessary to take time to work through the end of the relationship. This is possible in potassium-argon (K-Ar) dating, for example, because most minerals do not take argon into their structures initially. Based on that frustration, I wanted Yarns to be able to operate independently of other IndieWeb structures. Only our test can help you sort through the confusion.

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nyankoizumi · 2 years

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POV: You're just setting up your dresses and mannequins and then suddenly one of them start moving around and it scares the shit outta you so you punch it and it screams dial up internet noises and then the next thing you know it's that you have a new brother and he's tiny as fuck

#also known as #Orange Addy POV #that relatable feeling when you try to explain to your brothers thay what? a malware? nooo what do you mean #he's a completely normal Ad. an Addison if you will #the Mannequin. wasn't at scale #tiny boye #this isn't actually my own personal headcanon for now #but I'll consider it #Spamton #Spamton G Spamton #Addison spamton #the Addison #Deltarune

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gatorbeast · 2 years

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anywayzz here are my headcanon designs for the addisons!! i tried to make them distinct and show their personalities while having the same basic uniform, and also to have the same sort of naming system as spamton

more about them under the cut

i see the addisons as unrelated friends who all met up at a bar before they started selling stuff but became super close

(left to right) yellow is blockbert d. blockbert, they’re the leader type that’s pretty serious about their work and tends to not hang around the other addisons as much, due to the fact he sells adblock software and security. he purposefully lets his friends ads break through though, he’s very caring and protective of all his friends. like a grumpy prankster dad. tallest of the ads

orange is flashard t. flashard, they’re really energetic and fiery and optimistic, known for being extremely persistent and loud in their sales. they will follow you across the street yelling like an auctioneer. pretty dramatic and very savvy, the other ads come to them for advice. very casual and bro-y, sort of a dumbass as well. loves to give spamton noogies and mess up his perfectly slicked back hair to see him get angry, he never stays mad though. an extroverted sweetheart.

pink is matchmond p. matchmond, sort of the leader, very popular. super flirty, since they sell matchmaking/dating website sort of deals, along with stuff for couples, like dating shoes or personalized tea. says things like “darling” and “angel”. has a super pretty laugh and gives the best hugs. everyone’s had a crush on him at some point let’s face it

white is obv spamton g. spamton! he’s the shortest of the bunch but still normal sized, around 5′5″. he got shorter after he got messed up by the phone and turned all puppety. very unrealistically optimistic and naive, and sort of a doormat. big inferiority complex. when he was little, he got infected with a virus that caused him to not grow as tall as the others, have glitchy ad voice tics, and not get his full bright colors- he was supposed to be green. (also the virus is where his pipis eggs come from?? i have more thoughts on this but i’ll probably talk about it a different time). pretty self conscious of this but it made him want to become a big shot even more. he’s known as ““the email guy”, he advertises his friends wares and spreads information about them around to people and is the messenger of the addisons as well as selling whatever deals he can find via emails and messages, which results in him getting the weirdest ads that are hard to find. because of getting all the bottom of the barrel unsellable products, he resorts to using junk mail, spam, and scummy methods of getting money sometimes. patchy clothes from the addisons helping him tailor suits to fit his size. the little brother of the group, if you mess with him the other ads WILL beat you up

and lastly blue, they’re quizley b. quizley. they’re a complete clumsy sweetheart, very thoughtful and caring of the rest of the group. they advertise free fun quizzes and surveys, free samples/trials/subscriptions, and those lists of top ten things you won’t believe. very personable and the most trustworthy. probably pays for everyone’s drinks. they’re the closest to spamton, they knew him before they met the rest of the gang and was the one to check up on him and the last to leave him behind. they seem quiet but probably listen to shockingly vulgar and loud music or something

#deltarune #deltarune chapter 2 #spamton #spamton g spamton #addisons deltarune #addison deltarune #yellow addison #orange addison #pink addison #blue addison #addison spamton #gatordraws

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finelinevogue · 3 years

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for tour content, maybe you could do an imagine that’s like a series of small moments like little interactions on stage or picking tour outfits or nights in the tour bus/airplane ! just little domestic things <3

i’m going to do this because i have so many weird ideas and just no way of putting them all together ! ;

Grilled Cheese Conversations

The tour bus smelt like it was on fire.

You had been sitting in the living room with Harry for a couple of hours, both of you just skimming through photos from the Met Gala together - judging obviously, before Harry announced he wanted to make himself some food and so left for the kitchen.

He’d been in there for 45 minutes now and the smells that were diffusing from their smelt bloody awful. Harry could cook really extravagant foods, like caviar and lobster, but when it came to something as simple as making a sandwich he was absolutely terrible for some reason. The point was proven when he walked back into the room with a burnt coal looking sandwich.

“What, is that?” You laughed, still sitting with your phone in your hand and waiting for him to come back so you could continue judging these Met outfits together.

“It’s a grilled cheese sandwich?” He spoke as if you were dumb and you should have known that instantly. He walked over to you, sitting down next to you and resting the plate on the table in front of him.

“No, that’s a piece of char.” You raised your eyebrows disapprovingly and watched as he scowled at you for being mean to his culinary skills.

“Well i’m sure it’ll taste great.” He looked smug, up until he took a bite from the cheesy melted - burnt - bread. As soon as the food touched his tongue he was quick to spit it back out again, you groaning in disgust. He pushed the plate away and looked at it in anger. “45 bloody minutes and it tastes of burnt wood.”

“I’m not even going to ask why you know that.” You raised your hands and laughed, watching as he turned to scowl at you again. He had quite the angry face when he wanted to. “Sorry, alright! Do you want me to go make you one?” You asked, sitting up to go and make him one if he wanted.

Harry pulled you into his lap so you were sat with your back to his front, his arms looping around your waist tightly to keep you with him. His chin rested on your shoulder and he kissed your cheek because he could. “No. Stay w’me.” He got all cuddly and soft and you loved it when Harry was like this. He was like a life-size version of your stuffed teddy bear you used to sleep with at night - all cute and cuddly.

“Okay, okay.” You calmed him when he thought you were just going to get up and go. “Let’s judge some people again.” You pulled out your phone and opened it to a twitter account which had posted all of them.

“Where did we get up to?” Harry asked, fiddling with the skin on your stomach as his hands snaked beneath your hoodie.

“Um, Kim K.” You clicked on the image of her and tried to hold back the laugh. It was a dreadful outfit and highly meme worthy, so you’ve heard.

“Well…” Harry sighed, reaching his own hand to swipe seeing as he didn’t have anything more to say on this particular one.

“Billie looked beautiful.” You smiled as Billie’s huge dress came on display, looking a fluffy pink marshmallow dream. She looked very Monroe with her makeup and you were always so shocked when people told you her age, because she looked so mature.

“She must’ve taken inspiration from Marilyn Monroe.” Harry added, nodding in approval of Billie’s outfit.

“More so than bloody Addison Rae.” You laughed, thinking about how far that had been from the truth.

“Addison who?” Harry asked and it made you smile and turn your head around to look at him. He looked down at you, noticing the cheeky glint in your eyes and couldn’t help but steal a glance at your beautiful lips.

“This is why I love you.” You sighed happily and gave him a kiss on the lips, cupping his cheek to direct him better. You were only going for a peck, but Harry made it that you got the full taste of him and kissed you for a minute longer. He felt perfect against you and you really did just simply love him.

“Yeah,” Harry broke from the kiss for a brief moment to tell you something important, “and I love you.”

••••

All Things Sparkles

It was an hour before the Dallas show and Harry was getting ready for another big show.

Dallas were known for being crazy and you were so excited for the energy they’d bring for Harry tonight. Harry always enjoyed the shows more when the crowd was actually ecstatic to be there and he knew Dallas wouldn’t let him down.

He was putting on his silk trousers, Lambert just to the side as he was ironing the shirt to get rid of all its crinkles. Your Harry currently looked so funny in his Gucci silk trousers, his bright yellow socks with bananas all over them, his suspenders hanging down by his sides and no shirt on as of yet. It was the socks that really pieced everything together. He had just had his hair and makeup done, just needing to get dressed before he was completely ready.

He was really glowing tonight. It made you happy to see him like this.

You were watching him through the vanity mirror as you touched up your own makeup, adding highlighter to the areas you wanted to shine a little brighter. You also started adding some gems around your eyes, wanting to be a bit different tonight along with your glittery eye shadow that you didn’t normally do. You were glueing your gems when you felt your boyfriends presence behind you, the heat of his bare chest radiating against the skin of your back.

“You look stunning, m’love.” You looked up through the vanity to catch his gaze, he smiled and you smiled back.

“Thank you. Not too bad looking y’self.” You cheekily replied, motioning towards his bare chest. “Are y’going to be keeping that out all night?” You asked, being hopeful that he would, because fuck it was hot, but also wouldn’t, because you wanted this part of him all to yourself.

“You’d like that wouldn’t y’yeah.” He squinted his eyes at you and nodded, a clear sign that no his tits were not going to be out for Dallas. “Up.” He spoke, lifting you up from under your armpits and walking around the chair so that he could sit down himself. He plonked you right back on top of his lap and watched as you leant forwards to add another gem to the corner of your eye.

“Y’putting me off.” You whined, your ass leaning right back onto the hard of his cock. He couldn’t keep soft around you, that was his kryptonite.

“Oh i’m sorry. It’s not like m’girlfriend is just sitting there looking ridiculously beautiful and yet so innocent.” He leaned forwards to whisper the rest of his words, because they were only for you. “Just look so fuckable right now.”

You had to bite your tongue from turning around and shoving it down his throat, because god did his words make you want to jump his bones. “Shut up, before y’get us both in trouble.” You wiggled your ass back over his cock as you sat back to admire the work of the gems brightening up around your eyes.

“Then stop being a fuckin’ tease.” He grabbed your hips and stopped your from moving anymore. You just smiled and put the lid back on the glue before it went everywhere, especially over Harry’s expensive clothing - even the banana socks were £17.

You looked at him through the mirror to find him already looking at you. You blushed quietly as you watched him take in your beauty. It was quite hard to get over just how ethereal he looked tonight and it made you so feral knowing he was all yours and only yours. Looking down at the gems you got an idea.

“Do y’want me to put some gems on y’too?” You asked, pointing to the ones around your eyes and thinking that he’d looked even prettier with some around his.

“Only if i’m matching w’you yeah.” Harry nodded excitedly. You got up from the chair and swizzled yourself around until you were sat back on his lap, only this time straddling him. You were so close to him now that it was getting ridiculously harder to stop yourself from taking him here and now. You leant down, instead, and gave him a lasting kiss on the skin covering his heart. Your lips lingered there for a moment, before you moved back up to see him already staring down. He smiled when he saw the stain of your lipstick printed over where his heart beat. “I proper love you, Y/N.” He smiled and cupped your chin in his fingers to bring your lips to him.

“No!” Lambert shouted, making you two pause. “You two’ll never stop if you start, so don’t start until after the bloody show.” He rolled his eyes and continued with his ironing, making you and Harry chuckle feeling like high-school kids.

“Okay, now stay still.” You spoke as you glued the first gem and held it steady against the corner of his eye. He wanted to keep his eyes open to keep looking at you, because that’s all he ever wanted to do, but you instructed him to close them just to be on the safer side. It went on easy, sticking to the outer corner of his eye, in a soft white colour that matched his trousers. Yours were the same creamy white colour to match the colour of your dress.

“Do I look pretty yet?” Harry asked rhetorically, but you replied anyways.

“Y’look pretty always.” You kissed the top of his nose whilst you glued the other gem. He closed his eyes as you told him to, but he still smiled at your words. You concentrated as you stuck the gem to the corner of the other eye and sat back to make sure they were even. Harry opened his eyes to see you making sure they looked good. “S’perfect.”

“Like you then.” He hummed in appreciation of you.

“Let’s see then.” Lambert asked, making you both turn in the chair to face him and you readjusting yourself so you were sat back against his chest. “Oh yes! Okay this is photo worthy.” Lambert took out his phone and held it up to face you both, making sure you could see the gems.

“I don’t even have a shirt on!” Harry exclaimed, but held you close anyways as you smiled for the photos and his words making you belly laugh. You posed more seriously for a few and then took a few silly ones to. Your favourite one, though, was one where you were laughing so happily and Harry was looking at you and smiling in awe over you.

He set it as his lock screen. You set it as yours. It would stay that way until your new favourite photos became your wedding day photos.

••••

Sign Of The Times

Tonight was the first Love on Tour show you were attending, only having missed opening night in Las Vegas.

Harry knew that you were coming, but you’d told him to source you out within the crowds because you wanted a full fan experience. You’d gotten the all-clear from Harry’s security, allowing your from backstage and straight through into the cherry pit. You had your lanyard and your sign ready, as fans started to pile in. You were originally going to go straight to the barricade, but you thought the fans deserved that more than you so you hung back and stayed the ends of the crowds.

A few fans spotted you and came up to asking for photos, so you did. Posing with your mask on was weird because you still smiled underneath the mask even though it wouldn’t be seen in the photo. Some fans asked whether they could stay and dance with you ask night to which you were so happy for, because dancing alone would’ve been embarrassing even for you.

The intro for golden started and the crowds were deafening, but all you could think about was your boyfriend and his challenge to spot you within the crowds. Golden and Carolina came and went, you dancing like a crazed fan along with all your new friends. Everyone was so happy and some were even crying tears of joy.

There was just love, love, love, everywhere.

Harry came to his first pause and took a quick drink since he was already quite hot and the altitude in Denver was crazy.

“Good evening Denver!” He shouted into the mic, waiting for the screams of his fans to uproar and then settle before speaking on, “The altitude is crazy here. I’ve barely done anything and I can’t breathe!” He spoke, making you slightly anxious for him but you knew he would be okay because he had an oxygen tank on stage. “Now, m’girlfriend is somewhere here tonight and i’ve gotta find Y/N before I lose the challenge.”

The fans around you started screaming that you were here and the message kept on getting passed down the crowds until they reached the front. Harry was walking around your side of the stage until he met the fans at the front saying that you were behind them. Harry held his hand over his eyes to help him find you better and you held up your sign to help him. Your sign had taken you all of 5 minutes to doodle, but the message was clear;

“I want a kiss from the one in suspenders.”

“There y’are.” He laughed when he saw your sign, dropping his mic and leaning over himself to catch his breathe from the belly laugh that he just let out. You smiled when you saw him laugh, the fans around you screaming and thanking you for making him be this way. Harry stood up and looked at you, messing with his earpiece so he could hear the arena better.

“Kiss me!” You shouted and the people around you were also shouting for him to kiss you. Even with masks on Harry could clearly understand the message.

“I wanna kiss you but I can’t!” He spoke through his mic and his voice echoed throughout the arena, making everyone scream and you simply blush. You knew he couldn’t come and just give you a kiss, it would be too dangerous, but he sent you loads of blown kisses instead and you kept them all. You sent your own back and he stuffed them all in his back pocket, before moving on to his next song before he got told off.

“Damn, he really loved you.” One of your new fans friends says next to you and all you could think was; yeah, yeah he does.

••••

My Only Angel*

For four hours he had been gone.

Four hours since he was in this hotel room with you. Four hours since you had first started acting like a brat. Four hours since he’d gotten fed up of our attitude and tied you up and left a vibrator pulsing against your clit. Four hours since your first orgasm, four minutes since your last.

The whole time Harry had been on stage, all he could think about was you being bound tight in his hotel room and dripping wet from the number of orgasms you would’ve had. He knew you’d never be able to hold yourself for four hours, so he didn’t say you couldn’t cum only he forgot to mention that the number of times that you did cum would be the number of times he denied you later on in the evening. Harry had gotten especially hard performing Only Angel, because that was your song that he’d written for you and then fucked you countless times to. Fans noticed, but put it down to the adrenaline of being onstage rather than the thought of his girlfriend being tied up and overstimulated back in his hotel room.

You just came down from the high of another orgasm when Harry walked through the door. You sighed when you saw him, thinking this would finally be it and he’d let you go free now you’ve suffered your punishment. That was wishful thinking, however.

“Oh, I didn’t see you there.” Harry pretended, wanting to tease you as much as possible, as he walked past you and hung his jacket on the back of a chair.

“H-harry.” You sighed, squeezing your eyes when you moved and felt the vibrator hit and new and exciting angle. You moaned quietly and had to suppress the embarrassing cries you wanted to let out.

“Yes?” Harry moved so he was standing at the edge of the bed, undoing the buttons on his shirt one-by-one. He looked so hot with his sleeves rolled and the suspenders already dropped down to his sides.

“I-I please s-st- enough.” You whimpered, pulling on the restraints to try and stop it yourself but you’d already tried that one too many times and nothing has come of it.

Your wrists were slightly red and bruised from all the tugging you’d been doing and Harry noticed that as he peeled away his shirt from his body. He threw the silk shirt somewhere else in the room and walked over to the right side of the bed, sitting down to get a closer look at your wrists. He leant down to give it a gentle rub and a kiss. You sighed in delight at the feeling of his cool lips burn against your flaming skin. Harry sat up and tilted your face to the side so you could face him, slight tears in your eyes. He looked at you for a few moments, taking in the shear beauty of you and your glorious body, before making sure you were alright.

“What’s your colour, baby?” He asked you gently, stroking your cheek and then running his thumb along your bottom lip with a soft pull.

“G-green.” You nodded and he smiled, leaning in to kiss you on your desperate lips. You basked in the taste of him, closing your eyes like you needed to save this moment to memory forever. You loved him like this, when he was dominant with you. He let you be submissive like you wanted to be.

“That’s my good girl.” He leaned back from you and moved onto the bed more, straddling your bare body. The silk of his pants felt erotic against your hot skin and you moaned at the dreamy sensation. He ran his large, ringed, hands up and down your body, feeling every curve and crevice. He massaged your boobs lightly in his hands, up and down your stomach and to your inner thighs behind him. You hummed at the feeling, gasping when Harry finally turned off the vibrator and moved it away from you. You felt lighter from freedom all of a sudden.

“T-hank you.” You breathed out, opening your eyes to meet his electric green ones. Wow, he looked beautiful - still slightly sweaty and hot from his concert.

“Don’t thank me yet, angel.” He grinned as he took down his trousers and pants, pushing them to the floor with his foot.

He didn’t even wait for you to register what was going on before he slipped himself inside of you. You loved the feeling so greatly, but your clit was still so sensitive. You shuddered as he picked up his pace and thrusted into you harder and harder, faster and faster. The sound of his skin slapping against yours, made you arch your back and your toes curl and then feeling if him so deep inside of you was enough to make you cum already, again.

“Feel s-so good.” You looked at him and saw the desire within his eyes. He was so full of lust right now, because the sight of you tied up with him pounding into you is better than simply imagining it. Nothing could feel more euphoric than this, both of you were sure of that.

“Yeah? Feel me all around you? So perfect f’me. M’beautiful angel.” Harry moaned out, cupping one of his hands around your throat and pushing you deeper into the mattress, whilst his other hand went to cup your breasts and give them the devotion they deserved.

Everything felt everywhere.

His rocks became sloppier as he reached his high, yours approaching much sooner than you thought it would. You were surprised you actually had anything left in you. His cock hit a spot inside of you that made you scream out and he felt you collapse around him all at once, causing his own release to quickly follow. He continued to fuck you through your release and bent himself over to press his lips to yours. He felt and tasted amazing, you couldn’t get enough. It would never be enough.

“Love you so much.” You spoke the best you could and Harry released his hand from your throat, leaning down to kiss it softly. He reached over to your hands to untie them afterwards, giving them both a few kisses over your wrists when he saw the harsh marks. Your arms were so tired that they just fell to your sides, but Harry kept on touching you softly; stroking your messy hair away from your face and caressing your cheek softly as if he hadn’t just fucked you raw. He kept his face close to you as he whispered the words that would stay imprinted on your heart forever.

“I love you, Y/N.”

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shifterwithnofilter · 2 years

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Quick & Overdue (Swatchton)

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Swatch felt a little guilty for ‘tricking’ Spamton. After all, it wasn’t their normal way of convincing others. But considering the grin on the little man’s face, and the screeches from the Swatchlings when they were informed, he didn’t think he needed to apologize. And so, the walk home had been quiet thus far, save from Swatch’s thoughts as they took in their new roommate.

It was odd, they thought as they processed, how quickly the friendship formed, and yet how overdue it was. In so many ways, they’d known this man for years. But in others, he was a complete stranger.

After all, this definitely wasn’t the shy, small, Addison, with big dreams and a big heart. Nor was he the man that moved into the mansion when he finally made it, or the man who lost it all when it fell apart. He wasn’t even the man that Swatch fought at the door of the basement, time and time again, with countless schemes up his sleeve.

No, this color was new, even if the hues used to mix it were familiar. He thought, and a smile made it onto their beak. They honestly couldn’t wait to get to know him again.

“WHATCHA LOOKIN AT, [[HOT SHOT]]?” Spamton snapped them out of their musings, tilting his head to match theirs. He had an eyebrow quirked up as he stared up at them, and they flush slightly as they realized they were staring.

“Your glasses,” he excused, though it was part of why they were looking, “It’s been so long since I’ve seen you without them. Forgive me.”

Spamton responded with a slight nod, before looking away and rubbing his eye, “YEAH, I AIN’T [[Lightly Used]] TO IT EITHER. WHO KNEW THE WORLD [Comes in every color!]’ He huffed, dramatically raising his arms to motion to everything around them, even spinning for effect. It made them chuckle at the display, happy about the fact that his big personality has always been a constant.

“WHAT ABOUT YOU, [[BOSSMAN]]? EVER [Take a stroll around town, see the sights!] WITHOUT THOSE FANCY [four eyes?] OF YOURS?” he asked with his own playful grin once they calmed down, and the bird briefly took off his glasses to try.

“Ah, I can’t,” they informed him as they paused from walking, squinting down at the now blurry figure in front of them, “They are prescription glasses. I’m afraid I would bump into ‘the sights’ instead.” They smiled shyly, putting them back on to avoid tripping over the man who now stared at them in disbelief.

“YOU [[Serious Offers Only!]] SEE EVERYTHING [Through Rose-tinted GLasses!]?” he asked, and the other laughed again at the choice of words.

“Only in the literal sense,” they responded a moment after, feeling a bit of pride as Spamton gave him a small laugh at his attempted joke. With an amused huff, they kept walking, preening their head feathers as he followed after.

“YOU GOT SOME [PRIME REALESTATE] HERE, BUDDY!” Spamton stated in awe as he was Iead inside, eyes wide and taking in the view. As expected, aII it matched his new taII [Friend Request Accepted!]’s aesthetic, monochrome from top to [bottom text] with coIors in the perfect pIaces. “SOME [Too 10 Interior Design Tips!] TOO,” he added, taking note of the coIIection of photos on the waIIs, aII arranged to be this eIegant brush stroke.

It was hard to see exactIy what they were, from where he stood. But as Swatch [Shut the door!] and moved further into the Iiving space, he feIt more [[WeIcome, weIcome!]] to expIore. “Thank you,” Swatch graciousIy accepted the compIiment, not hiding the pride they got from their styIe being appreciated, but stiII giving [CREDIT OR DEBIT] where it’s due, “The SwatchIings heIped me pick out some of it.”

“IS THAT WHY THEY’RE [EVERYWHERE]?” he somewhat joked as he reaIized, seeing a portrait of each SwatchIing in their own coIor-coded, [[pipis]]-shaped frame now that he was closer. But the other onIy chuckIed and shook their head as they waIked over to him.

They picked up one of the frames and dusted it off, a fond smiIe on their face as they do. “No, that was my personaI request,” they expIain as they carefuIIy [[NO RETURNS]] it to its pIace.

Spamton tried not to scoff at that, recognizing somewhere in his [FeeIing bitter?] mind that this was something that was important and [[PERSONAL INFORMATION]] to Swatch. But honestIy, recognizing that made it no [Better than ever!] as he thought of what his [Friend Request Rejected]s must think of him in contrast.

“WHATTA [FamiIy FriendIy!],” he settIed for saying instead, though he stiII couIdn’t quite get it to be as IiveIy as he wanted. ThankfuIIy, the [[Big Bird]] just nodded and started heading towards the kitchen.

It wasn’t exactIy an entireIy different [ROOM FOR RENT!], just an area separated by a counter. Though due to the fact everything is [PerfectIy suited for you!] Swatch, it may as weII have been a waII to him.

“I usuaIIy unwind by reading with a snack beside me, so if you’d Iike to join, you’re more than weIcome to after you shower,” they informed and [Offer of a Iifetime!] to him as he foIIowed in his tracks, somewhat subtIey insisting on a [[CAR WASH]], “If you just want to rest, however, I’II make sure the couch is free for you to stay in.”

With some embarrassment, Spamton rubbed his arm and Iooked away for a moment. He wasn’t exactIy sure how to [[Set reminder]] his host about the [STATE YOUR CLAIM] of his cIothes, and was frankIy a bit irritated that he had to. But reminding himseIf to be gratefuI for the other’s [GENEROSITY], he adjusted his jacket and brought attention to his turtIeneck. “I’D BE [More than happy to serve!] TO USE YOUR [[5-STAR SPA TREATMENT]], BUT I’VE GOT NOTHING BUT THESE [Rags to Riches!] TO CHANGE INTO,” he expIained, making them pause as they’re taking something out from the cupboards.

They put down whatever bag of snacks they were carrying onto the counter, shutting the cupboard before facing him with a sIightIy apoIogetic Iook. “My apoIogies, Spamton. I can Iend you an oId smaII shirt of mine, if you’d Iike,” he offered to him and for a second, he turned red at the thought. He hated the thought of being such a [IittIe sponge] that whatever Swatch picked, he’d be swamped in it, but he didn’t exactIy have many [Options! Options! Options!].

“IF THAT’S [A-OKAY] WITH YOU,” he accepted as they nodded, going past him and towards the door across from them.

“Go on ahead to the comfort room. There shouId be a few spare toweIs under the sink, take your pick. Leave your dirty cIothes outside the door, when you’re done I’II set a cIean shirt down for you,” they informed him, motioning to the door past the kitchen, “I’ve onIy got a bathtub, however it can function as a shower as Iong as you keep the drain open.”

“Does that sound good to you?” they asked for him to [Confirm?], and he nodded as he took off his grimy jacket.

“[We’ll be back after this break!]” he announced, accidentally slamming the door behind him and just missing a small fit of laughing in response.

Swatch had always been an empath. After all, between trying to care for all his identical siblings, and serving the crazy Queen, it was necessary. So when his new guest kept shifting around on the sofa next to him, messing with his hair, and occasionally flat out having static in his eyes, it wasn’t hard for them to figure out something was amiss.

“Something the matter?” they finally decided to vocalize their concern, placing down their book and turning to Spamton, who froze in his tracks.

“[100% SATISFIED] [[DEAR CUSTOMER]],” he lied through his teeth, looking up at them with his usual plastered grin.

They craned their neck in response, crossing their arms as they leaned on the sofa’s backrest. “What is it, Spamton?” they pressed, and his expression faltered for a frame to show both disappointment and surprise. “What do you need?” They continued, leaning down a little as he counted that as progress.

“[[D0N’T SW3AT IT]],” he attempted to dismiss it once more, shaking his head and waving one of his hands. However when Swatch lowered their head to catch his gaze, he couldn’t help but let out a small groan of frustration.

They smiled at them sheepishly for this, a tiny bit of guilt getting through as he hesitates to pry. But soon enough, the little puppet opens his mouth to spill, though quieter than either expect yet again. “I don’t like silence…” he confessed, rubbing the sides of his face and curling into the big shirt on him, “Makes the static hard to ignore..”

“Static?” Swatch asked before they could stop themself, though he decided not to push further as Spamton flinched when he nodded. Instead, he hummed in thought, trying to think of what could help with this. “Do you want us to turn on the TV, then?” was his first offer, but the man shook his head so hard they were almost afraid of it falling off.

“Okay. Noted.” They suppressed their impulse to inquire again, now aware that they were already in apparently sensitive territory. Absent-mindedly, they clicked their tongue as they looked around, trying to prevent any dead air as they searched for an alternative.

As someone who preferred the quiet, he didn’t have many things in their home that made pleasant noise. Most of the time, they’d be content with his books or his paintings to occupy their mind. He did, however, remember how they would once fill the night when the Swatchlings were restless, and yet too tired to chatter amongst themselves. They could only hope that he’d enjoy it the same, a little shy but nonetheless putting the idea out there.

“I could read to you, if you’d like,” they mumbled as they picked up the book again, blushing a bit in embarrassment as they realized it was one of their cliché romance pocket books, “It wouldn’t be hard to catch you up to the story, and continue from there.” They pushed on despite such, having already made it an option.

Not knowing what to say, Spamton let out a snicker, which grew to the point he was doubling over in laughter. “A A BEDTIME STORY, [[BUDDY]]? YOU’RE GONNA READ ME A [Tales of True Love!]?” he asked in disbelief, and Swatch covered their face to hide their flustered blush and pinning.

“You don’t have to accept the offer if you don’t want it,” they huffed out, their tail fanning and hitting the armrest on their side of the couch. But the little man is quick to correct his assumptions, once again shaking his head.

“SWATCH, [OLD PAL], I’M HAPPY TO HEAR A STORY FROM YOU. I JUST NEVER EXPECTED SUCH A [[Once in a Lifetime opportunity!]],” he clarified, though he still let out a few glitchy giggles as he did, “[LET'S HEAR IT].”

Slowly putting down his feathered hands, they took a deep breath and tried to compose themself. “THERE YOU GO, [BIG GUY],” he teased, making him shake his head.

“It starts,” they began with a playfully strict tone, failing to notice their taiI wag as their audience leaned forward to listen.

#swatchton fanfic #swatchton #swatch #spamton #spamton g spamton #deltarune fanfic #deltarune spoilers #deltarune spamton #deltarune swatch #post-canon #he/they for swatch #glitchy ads even in spamton's pov

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feastfic · 3 years

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Setting down some quick ideas for Spamton because this little man is completely consuming my brain- and also he's just so??? Ridiculously fun to think about :)

Like for example!!! I know that some other people believe he's related to the Addisons and honestly me too ^-^ My idea is that he's the oldest of them all, and the four Addisons we see are a set of quadruplets :0!!!

When they were all younger Spamton's siblings would look up to him- he was their cool older brother with a dream after all; he'd always wanted to make it big, it was something he was always told he was meant to do. They were proud of him when he finally made it with [[SOMEONE]] to help him.

And personally I think that- especially for these guys of all Addisons- there wasn't a lot of supervision for them when they were still getting themselves figured out and all that. Mostly left to themselves, Spamton, being the eldest, was the one who made sure they were all kept in line and in check until they found their footing in advertisement and sales. (It also just hurts a bit extra when you think about how they stopped talking to him because they got jealous :''') ) For a single guy, who probably has no idea what he's doing, he did a decent job of making decent people out of all of them.

His siblings all have names too! It typically ties into what they sell- they all were referred to by Addison until they figured out what they were going to make a profit off of; however to differentiate they used their colors as well- "Addison Blue"; "Blue"/"Bluey"; and other variants like that for each other. They all also got to name themselves once they settled down :)

(The rest is under a read more, because it's a bit more depressing. So don't read it if you aren't here for that <:) )

Spamton became a name only after he got the call from [a trusted business partner!] and things became a bit tense with him and his siblings. It initially started when one of them called him a cheat, because they were the first to be jealous of him and how quickly he flew up in business. Eventually it just stuck, and as Spamton began using more legitimate scams (as a car salesman he had to lie as a part of his job, but never to this degree before. And never with what he tries doing with Kris before, either) it fit him more than anything else. He doesn't exactly hold any qualms to how he got this name for himself- after all nobody really goes to him anymore, in the dump- so he came to a nihilistic acceptance of it between his desperation to become a [[BIG SHOT]] again.

A little part of Spamton's shop in the trash heap is dedicated to his siblings. It isn't much, and even though he doesn't really seem to acknowledge the little posters of his siblings that were thrown out, sometimes he talks to their printed faces like they were real and right there with him. A lot of the time he talks to them like he would when they went out, about how he can still make it big and rise back to the top.

Other times, though...he just apologizes. In moments of depressed clarity like when he talks about Mike, he seems perfectly aware of how things got to his head and how his own drive was ultimately what pushed his siblings away.

He has many frequent periods where he believes his phone is actually ringing even when it isn't; even then he still hopes it's Mike/his [valued friend] and sometimes has completely one-sided "conversations" with nobody in the trash heap. The next time he comes to reality (or seems to) he appears in a worse state than normal.

He's convinced himself of a lot of things while [LIVING IN A GODDAMN GARBAGE CAN], some more harmless than others. He genuinely believes Kromer is Cyber City's currency instead of Dark Dollars, for example. Then there's also believing that [that specil someone] will call him back, maybe even that they're looking for him somewhere.

Other times he believes that being a scam artist will catch up to him- chronic loneliness for lord knows how long and still counting the days has made him prone to a lot of neurotic outbursts and nearly-psychotic episodes. He's like a walking ball of both raw fear and anxiety, and (dubiously legitimate) confidence and pride in himself that he can rise to the top again.

His belief of freedom was once extended to his siblings; when they left and when he was evicted from Queen's mansion, he felt trapped. And added to the control that [This shady person] got over him and his hope for them to talk to him again, he latched onto the ideas of heaven and angels. It was a temptation to him and sounded like a promise for things he wanted back- to be a [[BIG SHOT]] again and also in a sense reclaim some of that control of his life that he'd lost.

If he were to learn of the story of Icarus, he wouldn't realize that in the future he'd turn up like him; metaphorically flying too close to the sun before crashing again. Especially if it's about his NEO fight.

#okay this is what I got rn I KNOW I have more but atm I don't remember it :'')#deltarune #deltarune spamton #deltarune addisons #this feels like a sort of character analysis #and also head in my hands. this is so long. this man is destroying me (/nm) he's crushing my heart #get him help :'(#deltarune spoilers #long post

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wontlastimokwiththat · 3 years

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4. Distance

And I’m back with a very short chapter 4! I planned to make this chapter longer but my brain disagreed. If I’d have kept trying to make it a long one, it never would’ve been published.

Warnings: None? Mentions of pregnancy and not keeping the child?

Word Count: 852

Dad’s Best Friend Masterlist

"Bella?" Devin asked again, walking up to me. "Why are you leaving my dad's room at..." She looked at her phone. "At five in the morning?"

"Oh, um, we're discussing my dad's birthday," I said calmly. "He doesn't want a party but I kinda wanna throw him one and Luke offered to help but we can't risk Dad finding out."

"And your wearing my dad's shirt?" she raised her eyebrows.

"I stole it from Cal," I shrugged. "Never know what belongs to who with them."

"Mhm," she nodded. "Is there something you wanna tell me?"

"Nope," I shook my head. "Not at all."

"Really? Because your dad's birthday was two days ago," she crossed her arms over her chest. "What's going on?"

"I needed to talk to him," I sighed. "I had a really awful nightmare, one only someone like him would understand."

"Someone like him?"

"A lead singer," I explained. She frowned slightly.

"What happened?"

"It's dumb," I shook my head. "I realize that now. I just needed someone to talk to about it."

"You know you can always talk to me, right?"

"Yeah," I nodded. "I know." She sighed, hugging me tightly.

"I'm always here for you," she said as I hugged her back.

"Thank you," I smiled slightly, pulling away. "I'm gonna go and try to get a bit more sleep."

"Sleep well." I nodded, walking back to the room Addison and I were staying in before collapsing on the bed.

That just happened. Devin almost caught us. I lied to her. I actually flat out lied to her. I mean, sure, I'd been keeping a secret which is basically lying but I've never just completely lied. She's been my best friend for as long as I could remember, we've always told each other everything, and now here I am, lying to her face.

"You okay over there?" Addi asked sleepily.

"Almost got caught," I sighed. "Dev saw me leaving Luke's room."

"There's only three weeks left of tour, maybe you should keep your distance until we get back," she suggested through a yawn.

"Yeah. Distance."

It was only three weeks. Only three weeks shouldn't have been near this hard. Especially since it's only been five days. Five days since the last time we had any sort of physical contact that wasn't accidently bumping into each other or a small hug right after the concert, which I give to all the guys.

It shouldn't be hard, not this hard. I've went longer without actually seeing him at all. Maybe that's why it is hard, I can see him and talk to him but I can't touch him.

"Bella!" Cal snapped his fingers in front of me. I jumped slightly, looking at him. "You with me?"

"Hm?" I blinked a couple of times. "Yeah, yeah, I'm here. Sorry."

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Nothing's wrong," I said quickly. "Why would you ask that?"

"Nothing's wrong," he repeated, shaking his head. "Where are we, Bell?" I racked my brain, trying to remember what city we were in, what day it was even, something I normally had no problem with.

"Toronto?" I looked at him.

"Toronto was four days ago, babe," he frowned. "We go home tonight."

"Tonight?" I tilted my head. "No. No, that isn't right. That means it's been three weeks."

"Three weeks since your last nightmare?" Devin asked from her seat. I stayed quiet, doing the math. "Bella?"

"Mari, can I see your planner?" I looked at her. She nodded, pulling it out of her bag and handing it to me. "Thanks."

I flipped through it, looking at the dates and counting days before looking at Addi who sat right beside me.

"What's wrong?" she asked softly.

"Dates just aren't adding up is all," I said quietly, counting the days again.

"Bell, are you taking your meds?" Dad asked.

"Everyday," Addi responded for me. "I make her." I nodded slightly, still staring at the pages.

"What's going on in your head?" Cal asked me.

I stood up, walking out of the room. I paced the halls, running my fingers through my hair.

"Bella?" Addi walked up to me, grabbing my shoulders. "What's wrong?"

"Did you know I thought it'd only been five days since Luke and I were almost caught?" I looked at her. "But, in reality, it's been three weeks."

"I've noticed some-"

"Which means I completely lost track of the days, of time."

"Time is a construct anyways. It's really not-"

"My period should've started a week and a half ago, Addison. I've never been late. Never."

"Bella, please tell me you and Luke use protection," she said quietly. I shook my head. "Oh, god."

"What do we do?"

"When we get home, you'll take a pregnancy test and we'll go from there."

"Addi, if I'm pregnant, that means we have to tell people about us."

"I know," she nodded. "That's not what you need to be worried about right now."

"Luke's gonna be pissed," I whispered before looking at Addi. "I don't want it. If I'm pregnant, I won't keep it.”

"I'll back any choice you make," she assured, squeezing my hand.

#luke hemmings #luke hemmings imagine #luke hemmings smut #luke 5sos #luke hemmings fluff #5sos #5sos imagine #5sos smut #5sos fluff #dads best friend #dbf #fucking luke as mikes daughter

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bi-the-way-132 · 2 years

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A Kind Of Magic

Summary: Heather Dunstock is your average young adult. She has friends, goes out, and is looking for a lover. When she stumbles across her lover is when she lease expects it. It's also the person she least expects.

Pairing: Agatha Harkness x OC

Word Count: 1460

Requested: Nope

TW: rape, alcohol

Please do not copy, rewrite, or translate onto another site. Permission will not be given if requested.

A/N: If you want the rest of this story, let me know! I'm always open to something new to do.

Loud electronic music shook the small space. Blinding neon lights swept the room. The putrid scent of dozens of bodies hopping on the sticky dance floor, inches apart from each other. Lingering amongst the scent of the sweat is the dozens of different alcoholic drinks. A woman and a man are making out near the bar. Whether they met tonight is unclear. In the corner sits four friends, three girls and a boy, celebrating their friend's twenty-sixth birthday. Normally, the four wouldn’t be found inside a club. However, their plans were changed once the temperature dropped overnight.

“My head hurts, guys. Can we just go home?” I questioned, holding my head in my hands.

“We can’t! This is your birthday party and I’m not letting you ruin it for yourself.” Michael argued as he took a swig of his beer.

“Being stuck in this hellhole is ruining it for me.” I groaned.

“Heather, come on, we haven’t even danced once! We can’t not dance while in a club.” Lilly commented.

“We have to dance once. It doesn’t even have to be a complete song.” Addison added.

“Okay, fine. But the minute I want to leave, we’re leaving.” I sighed, slipping out of the booth we were sitting in.

My friends cheered as I traversed into the dance floor, following me. Just as we found a spot, one of my favorite songs started; Still into You by Paramore. I smiled, my headache suddenly fading, becoming the least of my problems. We jumped to the music and threw our arms frantically in the air. It’s as if all our problems melted away with the simple movements. Suddenly, I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist and lift me into the air. I squealed and turned to see who the arms belonged to see Michael with his signature cheeky grin. I laughed and gazed above the heads of everyone on the dance floor. Just as Michael began setting me back on the ground, I caught sight of a pair of gray eyes. I stared at the eyes curiously for as long as possible until they were out of my sight. I stood still for a moment before a hand grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards the bar, effectively pulling me out of the trance I had been knocked into.

At the bar, the four of us took a seat on separate bar stools. We laughed with each other while waiting for the bartender to approach us. When he did, Addison ordered a French 75, Lilly and Michael ordered mojitos, and I ordered a margarita. While drinking our beverages, we sang loudly to the songs we knew, dancing to the rhythms with liquid splashing out of our glasses without a care in the world. Who knew I’d be having so much fun at a place I didn’t want to be at? Eventually, all our dancing became vigorous and Lilly dumped the rest of her drink onto my dress.

“Fuck, I am so sorry Heather.” Lilly exclaimed, reaching into her bag. “Here, I have some napkins. I’ll help you clean it up-”

“No, it’s ok. I’m just gonna run into the bathroom and clean it up. It’ll be easier.” I interrupted.

Pushing my way through the crowd, I followed the bright neon lights showing where the bathroom was. Although the size of the club is small, all the warm bodies inside make it seem ten times bigger. As if it were some miracle, there was no line for the bathroom. I pushed the door open and went inside. I turned the lock on the door and turned, expecting to be the only one inside. But boy, was I wrong.

“Hey cutie, what’re you up to?” A man spoke. His pants hung by his ankles, his cheeks flushed a bright red and eyes the same color.

Before I gave myself the opportunity to answer, I whipped around and tried to unlock the door as quickly as possible. I pushed the door open with all my strength. It won’t budge. I pushed more and more, but to my demise, it didn’t move. Taking in a shaky breath, I turned to face the man.

“Where are you off to in such a rush? You just got here!” He slurred, taking a step towards me.

“Don’t get any closer.” I replied with a tremor in my voice.

“Why? I just want to get a look at those gorgeous curves of yours.” He said and took more steps toward me.

I ducked under his open arms and pressed myself against the cool tile on the wall. He approached me once again, and I darted to the other side of the room. This sequence continued for a few minutes. Until he caught my arm while I was leaping from one wall to another. His large hands grabbed my forearms and pulled me close to him. His warm breath trailed down my neck, and my heart raced faster than ever. Without an ounce of hesitation, I screamed as loud as I could, praying someone could hear me over the loud beat outside.

“HELP ME!” I screamed.

The man’s hand slapped over my mouth.

“The quieter you are, the easier this will be for the both of us.” He whispered aggressively. Both his hands traveled down my sides and slowly lifted the skirt of my skirt up my thighs. My mouth opened as if I had something to say but nothing came out. Just a small whimper. “You like that, baby?”

Just as things were about to go south, a loud ‘bang’ filled the space. Both our heads snapped towards the source of the sound to see the door fly open. The man’s grasp loosened, and I escaped towards the furthest part of the room, covering my ears with my hands.

“What’s going on here?” A woman with raven hair asked.

“Nothing.” The man replied bluntly.

The woman glanced at my compact figure, taking mental notes of my appearance. My dress riding up my thighs, my messy hair, the red handprints on my arms, the smudged makeup across my face.

“Hmm, sure.” She hummed. “Sir, why don’t you come with me?”

“Why?” He asked sharply.

“Don’t ask questions, just follow.” She replied. “And hun, stay right there. I’ll be back in a jiff.”

I nodded and watched as she directed the man out of the bathroom. I let out a breath I wasn’t aware I was holding and melted against the wall. My entire body shook with fear as the realization of what had just happened hit me. That could’ve been much worse. That woman could’ve ignored my cries. I could’ve died. As the seconds ticked by, I slid down the wall and sat on the grimy floor. I sat patiently and waited for the woman to come back. I picked at the skin on my hands and hummed a song that popped into my head.

“Are you still here?” The woman asked as she walked back into the bathroom.

“Yeah.” I mumbled.

“All right, come over here. I’m getting you out of here.” She opened her arms to me with a warm smile.

A light smile formed on my face as I carefully got off the floor and balanced on my heels. I carefully walked towards her.

“Don’t worry about me hurting you. You can trust me.” She whispered.

“Sorry, I’m just a little on edge.” I replied.

“It’s okay.” She said, “What’s your name?”

“Heather. Heather Dunstock.” I smiled.

“Well, it’s nice to formally meet you. I’m Agatha Harkness.” Agatha smiled.

She took me out of the bathroom with a hand resting on the small of my back. She helped me find Addison, Lilly, and Michael before leading the four of us out of the club, never once removing her hand. I took a seat in the passenger seat of Michael’s red P.T Cruiser and smiled gratefully at Agatha as she shut the door. The car started, and we drove off into the night. My friends never once questioned where I had been. All they knew was that a woman had saved me from something that caused me to go mute. And that was all they needed.

My mind wandered through tonight's events. From never wanting to leave my apartment, to dancing and drinking with my best friends, to escaping being raped. And throughout it all, I saw a prominent pair of eyes. Bright blue ones, the color of a butterfly. I pondered why they’re so vivid and clear in my mind until I realized the eyes I saw on the dance floor are the same that saved me.

Agatha Harkness’ eyes.

#wandavision #agatha harkness #oc #agatha harkness x oc #mcu #marvel #marvel fanfiction #kathryn hahn #original story #original character

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asarahworld-writes · 4 years

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A ZOMBIES Christmas Epilogue

Walking around Zombietown, the couple ended up at a snow-covered outdoor Light Garden.

“It’s so beautiful here.” Addison walked around, the awe in her voice reflected in her eyes.

“Yeah, it is,” Zed agreed, his eyes not leaving Addison as she took in the lights. A zombie Light Garden was a stark contrast to the lights that the humans normally put up this time of year, but it was apparent that Addison preferred the ones in Zombietown. The white lights cast just enough light to illuminate the sparkling snow and watching Addison take it all in was the most beautiful thing that Zed had ever seen.

Zed didn’t know how long they stayed in the Light Garden before Addison ‘wanted’ to go home. There was a look in her eye that said she could stay there forever, but Zed could tell that she was ready to face her parents. The walk back to the human part of town seemed to take no time at all and before he knew it, they were at the Wells’ front door.

As Zed reached for the door handle, Addison hesitated.

“We can go back to Zombietown,” Zed started, but Addison shook her head.

“I have to come back eventually.”

“I’ll go in with you. After all, it was both of us that your family was, well, whatever you want to call it.”

Addison rolled her eyes. “Zed, I dragged you into this. I literally said I wanted you there to distract them from my hair, remember? Besides, everybody has probably gone home. It was just dinner.”

“Whatever you want, zreeka.”

Addison smiled at the endearment, squeezing Zed’s hand. “Gar-gargiza, Zedka.”

“Gar-gargiza, Addiska.” He pulled her into an embrace, holding her close. Addison pressed her face into his chest, allowing the steadiness of his breathing to fill her with serenity.

After several minutes, Addison stepped back. “You really should go home. They may have repealed the anti-monster laws, but I don’t want them to find any reason to give you trouble.”

Zed nodded. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Addy.”

Addison stood in front of the door, watching until Zed disappeared. Only once she had lost sight of him did she unlock the door and enter the house.

As she had expected, her parents were waiting.

“Where have you been?” Her mother asked immediately, rubber gloves on and scrub brush in hand, though by the looks of things the dishes sitting in the dish rack were nearly dried.

“Addison, your mother and I have been worried since you disappeared,” her father added disapprovingly.

“You couldn’t have at least called to let us know you were all right?”

Ignoring her parents’ questions, Addison asked one of her own. “Everybody went home, then? Brandon went back to New York, since you didn’t ask about my cousin, who also disappeared last night. And Zed’s on his way home right now.”

“Of course everyone went home, Addison. They were only here for dinner. Nobody was expecting you to take off like that,” Missy said primly.

“Now where were you last night, Addison?” Dale looked at his daughter, the look on his face leading her to believe that he knew exactly where she had spent the night.

“On the Necrodopolis’ couch.” It wasn’t a lie. There was, however, a glaring omission that there had been a whole other person lying between her and the couch. Her mother’s mouth thinned, as if she could hear the omitted truth.

“Why?”

Because she hadn’t wanted to come back and face her judgmental family, with or without her boyfriend. Because she hadn’t wanted to give them another chance to insult him. To degrade him. Because she needed to escape her parents’ perfect little world, a perfect little world that only existed in their heads. Because his family loved and accepted her for who she was and as his girlfriend.

“Zed loves me. As I am. He thought I was beautiful the first time he saw my real hair. He only came last night so that I would have one person at that dinner table who was on my side, who supported me, who loved me unconditionally. And when we went ho-, back to Zombietown, it felt safer to just stay there and not make the walk here again so late.” Again, it wasn’t a complete lie. There were just a few omissions that Addison did not need or want to tell her parents.

“Addison, of course we love you,” her father said, but the words felt hollow.

“I know you do, Dad. I know you both love me – on the condition that I keep my wig on and keep up all appearances of being normal. But we’re not normal. None of us are. My hair is inexplicably white. You and Mom want to suppress anything that doesn’t conform to ‘normal’. My boyfriend is a zombie. My friends are zombies. And my human friends? None of us are the same. How much is it going to take until we’re all carbon copies of each other? Because that seems like the only thing that could make you happy.”

Years and years of frustrations were pouring out.

“I’m going to bed.” Addison left the kitchen, ignoring anything that her parents might have been saying as she turned and walked away. Tomorrow, she would go back to Zombietown and spend the day with the people who were willing to understand her. To accept her for who she was. To love her as she was. Unconditionally.

Notes: So the way that Zed said that “it’s a zombie light garden” always implied that there was more than one in Zombietown. To me, anyway.

@unusual-ly for the Zombietongue :) zreeka = sweetheart

#zombies #disney zombies #zeddison #a zombies christmas

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eddycurrents · 5 years

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For the week of 17 June 2019

Quick Bits:

A Walk Through Hell #11 gives us a bit more insight into Shaw’s childhood and further fallout from the investigation, even as things seem to get nastier in the hell they’ve found themselves in. The fields of bones from Goran Sudžuka and Ive Svorcina are horrifying.

| Published by AfterShock

Age of X-Man: NextGen #5 is a bit of a gut punch for a final issue in this series. Some great art by Lucas Werneck and Jason Keith, though.

| Published by Marvel

Aquaman #49 concludes the “Mother Shark” two-parter as Arthur gets answers on who he is and how he died. This is a huge one. Kelly Sue DeConnick, Viktor Bogdanovic, Jonathan Glapion, Daniel Henriques, Ryan Winn, Sunny Gho, and Clayton Cowles do an incredible job with this story. Beautiful and heartbreaking.

| Published by DC Comics

Assassin Nation #4 has the remaining assassins possibly figure out the entire plan as they take down another crime boss in this penultimate issue. Kyle Starks, Erica Henderson, and Deron Bennett have been delivering a highly entertaining series here with great art and a wicked sense of humour. Every book needs a Fuck Tarkington.

| Published by Image / Skybound

Barbarella/Dejah Thoris #4 is the end to what has been a great mini from Leah Williams, Germán García, Addison Duke, and Crank! Very interesting use of time travel for this story.

| Published by Dynamite

Batman #73 sees Tom King, Mikel Janín, Jordie Bellaire, and Clayton Cowles reveal as to just how demented Thomas Wayne is in part four of “The Fall and the Fallen”. His motivation is understandable, but this is insane.

| Published by DC Comics

Black Badge #11 reveals a lot of the remaining secrets that we’ve guessed about previously as to what exactly is going on with the entire Black Badge organization. Maybe. I’m still expecting more twists from Matt Kindt, Tyler Jenkins, Hilary Jenkins, and Jim Campbell when the series ends next issue.

| Published by BOOM! Studios

Captain America #11 sees Steve’s jailbreak from the Myrmidon in earnest, while Sharon and the Daughters of Liberty run the operation. Beautiful artwork from Adam Kubert and Matt Milla.

| Published by Marvel

Daredevil #7 reminds us that Matt Murdock carries more guilt than an entire Catholic archdiocese. There’s a very compelling depth and complexity that Chip Zdarsky is bringing to this story, moving us away from the typical superheroics.

| Published by Marvel

Elephantmen 2261: The Pentalion Job #2 enacts the heist of the pentalions in the second part of this story from Richard Starkings and Alex Medellin. Hip Flask raises some interesting questions as all of the Bond actors seem to meet their end.

| Published by Comicraft

Excellence #2 is another excellent issue. Brandon Thomas, Khary Randolph, Emilio Lopez, and Deron Bennett are developing Spencer and his history, his family, and relation with the hierarchy of the Aegis in a very compelling way.

| Published by Image / Skybound

Fairlady #3 is the first issue that doesn’t really end “clean”. It’s still a single issue story, but the mystery remains and isn’t tidied up by the end. It’s another murder mystery, with an adventurer impersonating a Conan analogue. Like the previous issues, this is a great story from Brian Schirmer, Claudia Balboni, Shari Chankhamma, and David Bowman.

| Published by Image

Faithless #3 continues to be very strange. Very, very strange. As Faith’s roommate is murdered by what seems like a wolf from her phone, her relationship with Poppy, and then she has sex with Poppy’s father. As I said, strange. I’m still not entirely sure what Brian Azzarello, Maria Llovet, and AndWorld Design are trying to do with this story.

| Published by BOOM! Studios

Gideon Falls #14 begins playing with time along with the alternate realities as Burke lands in a reality “closer to the centre” and is given a purpose to find “the five”. Jeff Lemire, Andrea Sorrentino, Dave Stewart, and Steve Wands are doing some amazing work here.

| Published by Image

Guardians of the Galaxy #6 concludes “The Final Gauntlet” from Donny Cates, Geoff Shaw, David Curiel, and Cory Petit as the Guardians, all of the Guardians, take on Hela and the Black Order to try to prevent the resurrection of Thanos. It’s suitably epic.

| Published by Marvel

Hit-Girl: Season 2 #5 kicks off the “Hong Kong” arc from Daniel Way, Goran Parlov, Giada Marchisio, and Clem Robins. It may well be the arc with the most narration so far, but it doesn’t detract from the usual over-the-top violence and action in the start of this story of Mindy trying to take down the Liu Triad, with rather humorous results, it rather enhances it with some nice introspection.

| Published by Image

Justice League #26 is part one of “Apex Predator” from James Tynion IV, Javier Fernandez, Hi-Fi, and Tom Napolitano. The Justice League are pitching to the stars in order to stem the tide of Perpetua’s plans and the impending Doom brought on by the “Year of the Villain”. But everyone’s wondering if it’s just shuffling deck chairs on the Titanic.

| Published by DC Comics

Last Stop on the Red Line #2 is still very strange. Paul Maybury, Sam Lotfi, John Rauch, and Adam Pruett are crafting an intriguing murder mystery here as Torres and her new partner continue to try to solve the crimes on the subways, but it’s told through a very fluid, stylized way where we’re not sure what’s real and what’s just a character’s perception. It’s a very neat way to tell a story.

| Published by Dark Horse

Little Bird #4 is maybe the most heartbreaking issue yet in this masterpiece from Darcy Van Poelgeest, Ian Bertram, Matt Hollingsworth, and Aditya Bidikar. There’s a lesson of survival, of children supplanting the parents, instilled here in the penultimate chapter as Little Bird and Gabriel have a bit of an understanding as siblings.

| Published by Image

Middlewest #8 attempts to pick up the pieces after Abel’s outburst and near destruction of the travelling circus. Also, more of the sheer monster that his father is. Gorgeous artwork from Jorge Corona and Jean-Francois Beaulieu.

| Published by Image

Miles Morales: Spider-Man #7 is a number of vignettes with Miles checking in with family and Bombshell before setting up the next arc. Wonderful use of guest artists with Ron Ackins & Dexter Vines, Alitha E. Martinez, and Vanesa Del Rey providing segments as well as regular artist Javier Garrón.

| Published by Marvel

Outpost Zero #10 explains all of the cats. It also gives a timeframe for the colony and a lot more questions as to why the old ship structure and tunnels were just completely abandoned by the colonists. Wonderful designs by Alexandre Tefenkgi.

| Published by Image / Skybound

Pearl #10 takes an interesting detour for a bit into “real life” as Pearl tries to hold down a “normal” job. Then we get back to the fallout of her chopping off Mr. Miike’s fingers. Absolutely stunning artwork from Michael Gaydos, with some very interesting layouts.

| Published by DC Comics / Jinxworld

Psi-Lords #1 is another great debut for Valiant. Fred Van Lente, Renato Guedes, and Dave Sharpe update one of the few Valiant properties that haven’t been brought back yet, with a bunch of seemingly newly activated psiots awakening in some kind of “Aztec sex dungeon”. The story keeps you off-balance from the beginning, adding a nice bit of mystery to what’s going on. And the artwork from Guedes is excellent.

| Published by Valiant

Rat Queens #16 begins the run by the new creative team of Ryan Ferrier, Priscilla Petraites, and Marco Lesko in earnest, following on the special. The Queens are essentially tearing themselves apart at this stage and nothing seems to be able to go right.

| Published by Image / Shadowline

Rumble #13 tackles the next Scourge Knight and Timah learns an interesting fact about the bundle of joy growing inside her. Great art as always from David Rubín and Dave Stewart.

| Published by Image

Savage Sword of Conan #6 is a single issue story from Meredith Finch, Luke Ross, Nolan Woodard, and Travis Lanham. It’s a captivating tale of revenge and Conan fighting through some insurmountable odds. Great art from Ross and Woodard.

| Published by Marvel

Usagi Yojimbo #1 begins a new era at IDW...in colour. Tom Luth joins Stan Sakai for the interiors in the first part of “Bunraku”. While it is a bit odd not to be black and white, this is still masterful storytelling, building on some traditional Japanese culture and providing an intriguing supernatural mystery.

| Published by IDW

Warlord of Mars Attacks #1 begins another property crossover mini-series from Dynamite, this time mixing John Carter with the Mars Attacks aliens, from Jeff Parker, Dean Kotz, Omi Remalante, and Hassan Otsmane-Elhaou. Nice bits of humour.

| Published by Dynamite

Wolverine: Infinity Watch #5 concludes this mini from Gerry Duggan, Andy MacDonald, Jordie Bellaire, and Cory Petit. It’s been a very entertaining follow-up to Infinity Wars, but it’s also served as a kind of weird clean-up to continuity that Marvel otherwise seems to have abandoned.

| Published by Marvel

Other Highlights: American Carnage #8, Age of X-Man: The Amazing Nightcrawler #1, Battlestar Galactica Classic #5, Captain Marvel #7, Clue: Candlestick #2, Curse Words #22, Deadpool #14, Doctor Who: The Thirteenth Doctor #9, Farmhand #9, Firefly #7, Go Go Power Rangers: Forever Rangers #1, Goddess Mode #6, Hellboy and the BPRD: The Beast of Vargu, Invisible Kingdom #4, James Bond 007 #8, Lab Raider #1, Livewire #7, Lucifer #9, Lumberjanes #63, Marvels Annotated #4, Mary Shelly: Monster Hunter #3, Monstress #23, Planet of the Nerds #3, Port of Earth #11, Red Sonja & Vampirella meet Betty & Veronica #2, Sabrina: The Teenage Witch #3, Shuri #9, Star Wars #67, Star Wars: Doctor Aphra #3, Star Wars: Tie Fighter #3, TMNT: Urban Legends #14, Teen Titans #31, Tony Stark: Iron Man #13, Trout: The Hollowest Knock #1, Uncanny X-Men #20, The Unstoppable Wasp #9, War of the Realms: Journey into Mystery #5, War of the Realms: Spider-Man & The League of the Realms #3, War of the Realms: War Scrolls #3, The Warning #8, X-Men: Grand Design - X-Tinction #2

Recommended Collections: Archie 1941, Dead Man Logan - Volume 1: Sins of the Father, High Heaven - Volume 1, Hillbilly - Volume 4: Red Eyed Witchery from Beyond, Giant Days - Volume 10, Hit-Girl - Volume 4, Low Road West, Lucifer - Volume 1: Infernal Comedy, Marvel Action: Spider-Man - Book 1, Prince of Cats, Rainbow Brite, Shadow Roads - Volume 1, Spookhouse - Volume 2, TMNT - Macroseries, Thor - Volume 2: Road to War of the Realms, Uncanny X-Men - Volume 1: Cyclops and Wolverine, Vampirella/Dejah Thoris, Winter Soldier: Second Chances, X-O Manowar - Volume 7: Hero

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mlovesstories · 6 years

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Her Mom’s Oldest And The Other Three (HDF Part 8)

Summary: Addy loves that the babies are here, but she takes too many liberties as the oldest Ackles.

Late November-December 2016

Addy age 14

JJ age 3

Danneel 8 1/2 months pregnant

Word Count: 1300ish

Warning: underage drinking, high school party, language

“Princess? Munchkin?�� Jensen yelled out the back door.

The Ackles and Grauls (aka Harris Family) gathered for Thanksgiving. Everyone was at the table except for Addy and JJ.

“Sorry, Dad.” Addy came in with JJ on her back. “We were playing tag.”

“No worries, sweetheart. Come join us so that we can eat.” Jensen took JJ off her back and led them both to the gathered group. Addy sat down next to her dad, and JJ plopped her rear in her booster seat on Danneel’s right side.

The two families joined together at the Ackles’ Austin home so that a very pregnant Danneel wouldn’t have to travel. She could not wait to get those babies out of her.

The group enjoyed their food and continued the fun into the evening. The older family members partook in alcoholic beverages.

“Mom?” Addy caught her mom’s attention after Danneel had returned from putting JJ down for the night.

“Yeah, baby?” Danneel answered. She sat down on the couch next to her husband, exhausted.

“Can I have some?” Addy gestured to her dad’s longneck on the coffee table.

“Hell no.” Jensen sat down, took his beer off the table, and enjoyed a sip.

“But I just want to taste it. I don't even think I’d like it from what my friends say,” Addy wanted to whine, but she kept herself in check to show her ‘maturity’.

“Addy, I know why you want to. But the answer is still no.” Danneel answered calmly. “This is one of those things that you will be happy we made you wait to enjoy. Trust me, baby.”

“Okay, Mom,” The oldest daugher leaned back on the couch, letting it go for now.

I’ll try again later.

About a week later, Addy got home from school, and she found that Danneel had gone into labor. Addy called Jensen and told him that he needed to get to Austin. She grabbed her mom’s go bag while their grandma got JJ ready.

The babies are coming?” JJ asked anyone who would answer.

“Yes. This is very exciting, but you need to be a good listener, okay? You have to be a good big sister now.” Their grandma prompted JJ as she drove. Danneel was taking deep breaths in the front passenger seat.

“YES!” JJ responded.

Jensen was trying to get through security even though he forgot his passport. After added processing stations and clearance, he boarded the plane to Austin.

A few hours later he arrived, rushed to the hospital, and the twins were born. After meeting the babies and saying goodnight, Addy and JJ went back to the Ackles’ home to go to bed.

“Why couldn’t I stay, Nana? I don’t need to go to school tomorrow,” Addy pleaded with her grandma as they entered the house.

“We needed to leave so that you can get a little thing called sleep, dear. You will be wishing you had more once those babies come home. Now shush, JJ is finally zonked. Do not wake her up,” she said as she carried a slumped-over JJ through the door.

Addy rolled her eyes behind her grandma so that she wouldn’t see.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me, Addison,” her grandma told her.

She has eyes in the back of her head, I swear.

“Okay. Here, I can take JJ,” Addy offered with a whisper.

“No, you will get your rear up to bed. She and I will be fine. Now, get.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Addy would normally ask again, but her tiredness set in. She relented and walked up the stairs to her room.

Jensen was home more now that Arrow and Zeppelin had been born, and the show was on Spring Hiatus. There were four siblings now, and although Addy loved a lot that came with that, she got tired of crying and pooping little ones very quickly. The family enjoyed Christmas. It was mild in comparison to others since they were busier with more kids in the house, but no one seemed to mind. Except Addy.

Every year she and her dad had hiatus activities that they completed. Jensen only did these with Addy. It was their thing. They were the ones that had always picked the trees, the Christmas Eve movies, and father and daughter always traded corny gag gifts Christmas evening. Now, none of that happened.

Her ‘normal’ hiatus was gone. Although she loved her family, even the new additions, she hated that her dad wasn’t aware. He just plain forgot their hangout time. Instead, Jensen was changing diapers and she was tasked with keeping the toddler busy. She knew that things would change, but she didn’t think he would ignore her completely.

This is new. Great.

“Hey, yeah... okay,” Addy spoke into her phone. “I’ll sneak out at eleven. Thanks.” She hung up and packed her bag with clothes for the party. She prayed that the twins would be asleep so that her parents wouldn’t be up when she snuck out.

At 10:55pm, she opened her window and exited her bedroom. After closing it as best she could, she climbed down and walked to a waiting car down the road so no one in the house would hear.

“Hey!” A sixteen year-old boy she knew from school greeted her. She climbed in to his car that was filled with some of her other friends.

“Hi! Let’s go!”

Danneel was right. Addy hated beer. She had a few sips, spat it out, and felt a little funny. A lot of her friends were getting tipsy, and she hated where this was going.

Crap. What did I get myself into?

A young man approached her. He was very intoxicated, and his eyes were dark with a predatory stare. Addy knew something wasn’t right. He started trying to flirt with her even though he was completely wasted.

Get to the door, Addy. Just leave.

She backed up, making sure she had a clean exit as he came closer.

What do I do? My driver is drunk. Clif! I think he is still in Austin.

Addy pulled out her phone. She prayed that he would answer. She was way too far from home to walk. Especially in the dark. She might have made a bad decision tonight, but she wasn’t about to make another.

“Hello?” Clif answered the phone. She could tell he was groggy. “Addy? Sweetie, are you okay?” Addy was mad that he had to worry about her. This was her fault.

“Are you still in Austin?” She asked him.

“Yeah, why? Is everybody okay?” He was alarmed now.

“Yeah. Look, I need you to do me a favor.”

She told him where she was and what happened. Clif gave instructions to hide somewhere safe away from the crowd until he got there. He arrived as quickly as he could. Clif was her lifesaver. Soon they arrived outside the Ackles’ home.

“Thank you so much, Cliffy,” Addy smiled and kissed him on the cheek.

“Wait.” He gave her a stare.

“What?” She stopped herself before exiting the truck.

“We are going through the front door.”

“What? Why? It’s locked and will wake everyone up.”

“I brought you home. I make the rules.”

“Clif, come on. I owe you one, but really? I’ll get in trouble.”

“You’ll thank me one day when you are alive because you weren’t involved in some DUI thing, Let’s go.”

Shit. Well, at least Dad’s at some press thing in California.

Clif called Danneel and asked her to unlock the front door.

“Addy? What are you doing? It’s 1:30am.” Her mom was slumped over in exhaustion as she left the door ajar to let her daughter and the bodyguard in.

“Sit.”

TO BE CONTINUED

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