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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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Chapter title: the pulse through the night/that sets my heart alight

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Getty | Cache

Rating: T

Summary: A series of one-shots focusing on different characters from the truly amazing fic Buy One [S]et One Free. (Please read it before reading this, it’ll be worth it, I promise!!) Some will be set before the story, while others will take place throughout it! Everything here belongs to EeveeningNews, I’m just messing around in an attempt to express my love for this fic in the only way I know how.

The room was quiet, as it tended to be on a Thursday afternoon. The only noise at all came from the light clicks and taps on Getty’s keyboard, as he answered email after email in an effort to get his inbox cleared out before he clocked out for the day.

Tonight was special, after all, and he could not afford to work overtime.

At the exact second the clock changed to five-thirty, Getty sent his last email, and shut his computer down with shaking hands. His still form suddenly overflowed with energy as he practically leapt from his seat.

The rose-colored Addison darted over to his closet, replaying his memory of the conversation with Cache that had started all of this in the first place…

“Listen, cuz.” they’d said, before mentioning you by name. “I know how you are about asking her out…and let’s be real, I know you, period. So guess what? I’m feeling generous for once, I’ll ask her for you.”

Getty felt his heart begin to beat twice as fast. “Oh—oh goodness, Cache, y-you don’t need to do something like that for me! I’m perfectly content, I promise!”

“Uh-huh.” they hummed, clearly unconvinced. “So that’s why you didn’t spend the better part of our hangout gushing about her just the other day, right?”

“I—surely it wasn’t that long!” he protested, but he couldn’t quite meet Cache’s eyes.

“And that’s not even mentioning all the other times you’ve gone on about her, either.” they continued mercilessly. “What about that one lunch where we were supposed to catch up on everything and it turned into an hour-fucking-long presentation on the specific color of her eyes?”

“Now that is just blatant exaggeration.” Getty sniffed, folding his arms. “That degree of ill-mannered behavior suits you better than me, I would think.”

“So what I’m hearing is that you don’t want to go out with her, then?” Cache shot back, the corner of their mouth twitching as they restrained a smirk.

“N-no!” he cried. “I do, I just don’t want to put her in an uncomfortable situation where—you know, she might have to refuse, or she might not refuse but solely out of a sense of obligation…” He winced at the mere thought.

“And that’s exactly why I’ll be the one to ask her! She knows I ain’t the type to hide behind pretty words or some shit like that. I’ll know if she’s not being honest, too, so I can get you a straight answer. Alright?” they said, in a tone which very much suggested that they would do so even if it wasn’t alright.

“I couldn’t stop you if I tried, could I?” Getty asked, struggling to ignore the way he suddenly felt ill with nerves.

“Nope.” Cache said simply, finally allowing themselves that smirk from earlier.

Two days later, Getty had received a single text from his cousin.

She’s in.

…Getty beamed, scanning the contents of his closet for something appropriate to wear. The elation, the sheer delight he had felt upon reading those two words simply could not be described. He was finally going to properly spend time with you! Tonight!

A thread of fear blended into his joy at that particular thought. He had to make sure that everything was as perfect as it could possibly be. And that started with his outfit.

He selected some of his bolder items of clothing, hoping that his appearance would bolster his mood as it had many times before. A pastel yellow blazer completed the look, and he stepped in front of the mirror to double-check his choices, before taking out his phone and opening up a fun new gacha game to soothe his nerves until it was time to leave.

Ten minutes later, he was back in front of the closet, panicking. What if you expected something a little more formal? The reservation was for La Barre D’espace, after all. Rifling through the hangers, he pulled out a much more formal black-and-white ensemble, trying that on instead.

He eyed himself in the mirror, cringing at how stiff and washed-out it made him look. Perhaps…something a little more relaxed? But not too relaxed, that was why he’d picked out this second outfit in the first place!

Getty sighed, sitting down on his bed. After a moment, he eased himself into lying on his back, and then closed his eyes. “I’m being terribly silly, aren’t I?” he said out loud to the empty room.

Nobody replied (for which he was rather thankful, he would have been quite frightened if anyone had), but he suspected if Cache had been there, their response would be something rather like No duh, dingus. I wouldn’t set you up on a date with some jerk, so why’re you acting like she’s gonna tear you apart the second she lays eyes on you?

…they would probably swear more than that, but he wasn’t quite willing to simulate that particular trait of theirs at the moment.

Getty ran a hand through his hair, getting up from the bed once more to return to his closet and properly pick out an outfit. To be fair, the one he wore wasn’t terrible, it was just so…bland. He needed at least a pop of color, or else it wouldn’t be true to him, now would it?

Hmm.

Well, if he was trying to build an outfit that was true to him, he might as well use his own color, mightn’t he?

Slowly, he pulled off the black jacket he’d been wearing and replaced it with his favorite magenta vest. And this time, when he turned around to face the mirror, he finally felt ready to leave his room and head over to the restaurant.

When he picked up his phone, he saw that it was over an hour too early for him to leave on a normal night, although to be fair, this was not by any means a normal night. After all, what if traffic was bad (a surprisingly common occurrence in Cyber City)? Or what if you arrived early and were left there, all alone, waiting for him to show up? What a terrible first impression that would be!

Resolved, Getty set out immediately, walking his oft-traveled path through the halls of Queen’s mansion and giving any vases he saw an extra wide berth. He definitely wasn’t about to let something like that ruin this night.

As a matter of fact, if his hopes came true, nothing would.

When he stepped out into the lobby, luckily enough, there was already a blue-tinted Swatchling by the name of Cobalt lingering by the door of the Color Café, seemingly without a job to do. Getty approached him somewhat hesitantly, smiling. “Pardon me…I don’t mean to interrupt, but are you busy at the moment?”

Cobalt turned to him, his expression registering surprise for only the briefest of seconds before he relaxed back into a more work-appropriate, unruffled demeanor. “Ah, Master Target. I am unoccupied at the moment—is there anything with which I may assist you?”

“Well, yes, actually!” Getty beamed. “I have a, erm—” his voice dropped momentarily as a light blush spread across his face— “A date, tonight. At La Barre D’espace. And since it’s rather far away, I was wondering if you might be available to chauffeur me there? Only if it wouldn’t be too much trouble, of course!” he added hastily.

Cobalt offered up the smallest of smiles at that. “Sir, it is my primary duty to assist the residents of Queen’s mansion with whatever they may possibly need. I am perfectly capable of driving you to La Barre D’espace. When would you like to depart?”

“Now would be lovely, if that’s alright.”

“Of course.” The Swatchling bowed briefly. “Merely permit me to inform Head Butler Swatch of my intended whereabouts, and then we may leave at once.”

“Oh, absolutely!” Getty replied, waiting politely just outside the café until Cobalt was ready.

Soon enough, the two entered a limousine, and they were on their way to the restaurant. Despite the fact that he was facing the window, Getty was so lost in his own thoughts that he hardly even noticed the city go by. Would you like the food? Had you ever been to a restaurant like this before? Would you like him now that he was more than just another paying customer? He’d never really spoken to you beyond requesting a meal back when you worked at that diner. What if—

He shook his head abruptly. There was no use working himself up so long before you would arrive. He wanted to be a good host and date, not a flustered mess!

Yet still, he struggled to keep his mind on lighter subjects, continuously circling back to the same few topics over and over again.

Halfway through the ride, however, Cobalt interrupted him in his pondering. “If you’ll pardon my curiosity, sir, who happens to be the lucky person invited on this date?”

Getty blushed once again at the implication that you were lucky to be invited to spend time with him—if anything, he felt that the reverse was true. After a moment, he found his voice once again. “She’s a Lightner, actually. Her name is—” He smiled as he said your name, remembering the very first time you had introduced yourself to him. Even back then, when he had only just been hit with the true extent of his own feelings, he had found himself particularly struck by your friendliness and warmth in spite of the difficult job you worked. It was truly stunning. “She is one of the most wonderful people I’ve ever had the opportunity to meet, and funnily enough, she’s actually quite close friends with my cousin!”

“Your cousin? I would say I find myself surprised, Master Target, but since they seem to enjoy your company so much, I suppose it only makes sense that they would choose to spend time with others who are equally suited to you.” the Swatchling mused.

Getty chuckled softly. “You make a very good point, Cobalt.” he replied.

“Well, if she is half the person that I know you are, then I am certain you two will have nothing to worry about.” Cobalt added, making Getty smile bashfully.

“Oh, thank you! You’re far too kind.” the rose-colored Addison insisted gently.

“I would protest that statement, but I am afraid that shall have to wait until later. We have arrived at La Barre D’espace now, sir.”

Getty jolted slightly, surprised. “Already? Oh my! Thank you very much, Cobalt. Will you be available after we have finished as well?”

“Certainly. I shall be right here until you are ready to leave.”

“Thank you again!” Getty said, stepping out of the car once Cobalt opened the door for him.

“I sincerely hope that you enjoy your date, sir.” Cobalt said, offering him another hint of a smile before stepping back into the car.

“I hope so as well.” Getty murmured to himself, taking a deep breath as he approached the building.

He made his way inside and over to the elevator, stepping inside and pressing the button for the top floor. The car stopped a few times during its ascent, and each time Getty held the door for those who were entering and exiting, earning him several smiles and as many “Thank you”s in the process. However, not a single person seemed to recognize him, for which he found himself grateful. He wasn’t entirely sure that he would have been able to manage the nerves stemming from his relatively new wealth and his date-nervousness all at once, at least not without failing to maintain his usual calm demeanor.

Mustering up what remained of his courage, Getty walked up to Cardinal, the Swatchling working at the host stand for this evening. “Hello there, Cardinal!” he said warmly. “I believe my reservation is under a different name than usual for tonight. My cousin, Cache, is the one who organized this particular dinner.”

“Ah, I see. Yes, Mx. Cache is indeed the one listed here. Thank you very much for informing me, Mr. Target.” Getty cringed internally upon realizing that he would probably be referred to as such in front of you. He had never had the chance to explain his nickname properly when you worked at the diner, so now he just had to hope that he could correct any misconceptions you had about his preferred name before one of the Swatchlings irrevocably gave you the wrong idea.

Cardinal informed him which table he and you would be sitting at, and he made his way back through the restaurant, having been here more than enough times to find his own way to any table at all. He smiled, taking a seat at this particular one, which was one of the nicest in the entire restaurant. It featured a lovely view of Cyber City, one that he sincerely hoped you would enjoy.

Before he could begin to even consider worrying once more, Saffron approached him with a couple of menus tucked under one wing. “Good evening, Mr. Target. I hear you are waiting on someone in particular?”

“Yes, Saffron! I’m afraid I’ve arrived dreadfully early, so she won’t be here for quite some time. Could I just have my usual drink for now, while I wait for her?” Getty asked politely.

“Of course, sir. I shall have it brought out to you shortly.” Saffron bowed lightly, before leaving the Addison alone again.

Getty spent a few minutes people-watching in an effort to amuse himself, trying to see how many repeat customers he could spot in the restaurant tonight. He definitely recognized many of the Addisons there, as well as a few Plugboys and one or two Werewires. It took him several more minutes to recall all of their names (as well as their most recent purchases), by which point his drink had arrived.

After thanking the Swatchling who had brought his glass, Getty took a small sip, feeling his shoulders relax slightly at the familiar flavor. Soon enough, however, he found himself lost in another memory—this time of the first moment he’d ever seen you.

The Color Café was even busier than usual that day, and his second choice of restaurant was closed as well because the chef had come down with a virus. Honestly, at this point, he’d be content with just about anything, so long as it was food and he could get it in something approximating a timely manner.

Suddenly, Getty spotted one diner that was normally too busy for him to even consider, but seemed to be having a slow day today. Feeling slightly apprehensive (but mostly just desperate) he pushed open the door and stepped inside, putting on his usual salesman’s smile.

At first, he didn’t notice any workers, only a few sparse patrons at various tables. Just as he was about to feel truly concerned, though, a voice spoke up from the back of the diner.

“Good morning! How are you today?”

And Getty nearly bluescreened at the sight.

He knew that he was a bit of a hopeless romantic (or perhaps more than a bit, really), but somehow, he’d never had all that many romantic moments happen to him…until now. The Lightner working at the diner—and how was a Lightner working at a diner??—was by far the most gorgeous person he had ever seen.

Time stopped. His heart pounded. Your sweet, warm smile lit up the room, and he nearly melted at the sight.

Suddenly, he remembered that you’d asked him a question. “O-oh! Perfect, thank you, absolutely wonderful!” he managed to stammer, feeling as though his legs might give out at any moment.

“I’m Getty, by the way.” he added shyly. “He/him, if you please.”

“Oh! It’s so nice to meet you!” you said brightly. “I’m—well, it says it right here on my name tag, doesn’t it?” You laughed briefly at that, before continuing onwards. “Um, she/her works just fine for me.”

You opened your mouth, about to say something else, when a voice rang out from the back of the diner. “Oi! Lightner! You’d better not be slacking off out there!”

You jumped, the brightness disappearing from your face instantly. Getty silently mourned the sight. “S-sorry!” you called, before turning back to him and flashing him a shadow of the smile you’d worn before. “Feel free to pick whatever seat you’d like, I’ll be over as soon as I can to take your order!” You snatched up a menu and handed it to him, before dashing off to speak with whoever had just yelled at you.

Getty sat down at a booth by the window, frowning in concern. At any other point in time, he would have noticed that the diner wasn’t quite as tidy nor as beautiful as the places he normally preferred to frequent, but right now, he was consumed with worry for the lovely person he’d just met.

Were you being mistreated here? Or was this just a bad day? And were you really the only server in the entire place? If so, then he couldn’t imagine the kind of stress you must be under, and he settled in to wait for you to be finished with the other patrons.

You took rather longer to return than Getty would have liked, but your profuse apologies more than banished any hints of frustration he might have felt. Admittedly, the food was…also less than stellar, but the way you smiled every time he showed you even the smallest scrap of kindness made his heart flutter and ache simultaneously.

Before he had even paid the bill, he knew he’d be returning here tomorrow.

Getty blinked, rousing himself from his reminiscing and looking briefly around the room. The same people were mostly there, but Cardinal was currently showing someone new to their seat. He glanced back out the window, not wanting to stare as they walked through the restaurant—

Wait.

It was you.

Getty nearly gave himself whiplash with how quickly he looked back over in your direction. You looked utterly stunning, clearly having both dressed up very nicely and done your hair specially for the occasion. It felt like that first day at the diner all over again, except so much better, because now there was no rude manager, no difficult work, and no poor quality food.

Just you…and him.

Getty jumped up out of his seat, his eyes meeting yours as he prepared to speak, and he felt his heart pound.

Goodness, he hoped he was ready for this.

#deltarune #deltarune addisons #pink addison #spamton g spamton #spamton x reader #(those last two are for the main fic)#(trying to get it some more readers because it's literally one of my favorite fics ever!!)#i didn't like x readers for the longest time but this one is just SO WELL WRITTEN #anyhow hope this was fun to read :)#it certainly won't be the last time i mess around in this universe!

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