#addison 001.

[auggievillanueva]

"God, no, I'm not a lunatic," Auggie replied vehemently, though the amused half-smile on his face belied the sentiment. This was nice, he thought absently. Although he was far from disappointed that he wouldn't have to spend an evening making small talk with a stranger and trying to make himself feel desirable in any way, there was the unshakeable feeling of rejection still stinging him. But here was a friendly stranger willing to make conversation.

"No, no," he said, shaking his head resolutely. "It was just... it was supposed to be my first date since my divorce. So yes, I potentially dodged a bullet, but then there's the unavoidable question about what me getting stood up on my first night out might say about my...capacity for any romantic relationship, I guess." He took another sip of his cocktail. "God, sorry. I promise I'm not this much of a sorry crybaby most of the time. Just a weird night."

@addisonxoconnell

"Wait a minute, you don't like ranch with your pizza? We were so close to becoming friends, but I don't know now. I don't know if I'm ready to listen to what you think is good." Addison teased, even if she was completely serious about her pizza and ranch. Did it make sense? No. Pizza and fries in her mind were just about the same thing, so ranch fit to be dipped. "Back to everything else you just said, it could easily be worse. They could also wear pants that were way too tight on purpose."

"Are you wanting to get drunk so that people will pity you? I don't see how possibly dodging a bullet is worth wanting to get drunk for, but I haven't been in the dating market for a little while now, so I might just be that out of touch." Or Addison never really understood the whole drinking 'till you pass out thing some people tended to do. "I used to just eat a whole tub of ice cream by myself and watch a sad movie, so it felt better to be crying about that than some stupid boy." || @auggievillanueva

[mconwrites]

@postergrl !

this isn’t the first place she should think to come when something upsets her, but it is. still her source of comfort despite them no longer being together. in truth, other than her mother, no one in the world knows her like rhys does. feels safe, no shame as she turns up on his doorstep, quiet sobs falling from her mouth, mascara stains on her cheeks. if she weren't so overwhelmed, she'd curse herself for not using waterproof. it's all very dramatic. very addison. when he finally opens up, it takes everything she has not to fall right into his arms the way she wants to. " i'm sorry, i know i shouldn't just turn up like this but — i-i just met my dad and i didn't know where else to go. "

[wcnderfulthings]

@cquity asked: ❝ you wanna come to pride with me? ❞ (jo & addison)

In all of her years of living, she hasn't actually gone to pride. She is a supporter of LGBTQIA+ rights but she's never had the need or time to actually go to an event. Addison can admit that she's had her fair share of crushes on women throughout the years but what woman doesn't? Nothing's ever come of those crushes so she's almost positive she isn't into women. It was nearing the end of her shift and the parade started in an hour. The redhead lucked out and actually got a decent amount of sleep in an on-call room last night so she wasn't tired. There was no need to head straight home. "Actually yes," she said, nodding. "I would love to go. I've never actually been to Pride before."

[acefms]

closed starter | matthew park | @gncrly

it was late in the evening and she was a little tipsy, following behind her friends in her worn-in cowboy boots as they made their way to the next bar, echoes of giggles in the air. “wait for me ! ” she called out to them, looking up from her phone only to collide with someone else. “oh my gosh I’m so sorry— oh. it’s you,” her tone changed quickly when she noticed the person she had bumped into was none other than the brother of her best friend. the boy who seemed to really get under her skin. “never mind, I take that back.”

[maevepeters]

closed starter for addison walsh ( @addiewalsh ) at tiny toes daycare

Maeve stood just outside the cheerful yellow door of Tiny Toes Daycare, her breath visible in the crisp winter air. She tightened her grip on the handle of Stella’s carrier, glancing down at her sleeping daughter bundled in layers of soft pink blankets. Stella’s tiny hand peeked out, her fingers curled into a peaceful fist, and Maeve’s chest tightened with a mix of love and anxiety. She pushed the door open and was greeted by a gentle hum of activity—laughter, the faint sound of music, and the occasional coo of an infant. The walls were painted in soft, calming colors, with murals of smiling animals and trees that seemed to welcome her inside. Everything felt warm and inviting, but it didn’t stop the knot in Maeve’s stomach from tightening. As she approached the front desk, she tried to rehearse what she wanted to say. It was just an inquiry, a tour, nothing set in stone yet. "Hey, I’m Maeve, and this is Stella.” She glanced down at her daughter, her voice softening. “I’m... considering daycare but I've never done this before. She’s just a month old, so I’m trying to figure out what feels right. Could we do a tour or could you walk me through what the steps would be?”

[popstcrs]

　　　　　o hotel estava deslumbrante naquela noite de natal. a árvore central no hall de entrada, com suas decorações em branco e dourado, iluminada por pisca-piscas suaves, fazia com que o ambiente tivesse uma beleza quase mágica. os lustres em forma de flocos de neve complementavam a decoração, criando um cenário encantador que parecia saído de um conto de fadas. mesmo após o jantar festivo, o ar ainda carregava o aroma de comida e as risadas ecoavam por todos os cantos. a pequena festa na suíte que alugara deveria ser a pausa perfeita, mas logo a animação virou uma mistura de conversas barulhentas e risos forçados. caleb, seu melhor amigo, como sempre, fora além do esperado e convidara mais pessoas do que theodore imaginara. ele se afastou, escapando da agitação, buscando um pouco de paz nos corredores do hotel. 　　　　　foi então que, ao virar a esquina, a viu. addison. ela estava sozinha, vestindo um pijama de natal, simples e confortável, uma cena que parecia tão diferente da imagem de filha do sócio de seu pai que tinha em sua cabeça. ela era a herdeira perfeita, lembrava-se de ter visto uma notícia ou outra sobre ela. o contraste entre a addison habitual e a garota ali, no corredor, parecia quase cômico e isso fez theodore sorrir discretamente. sem saber exatamente o que a fazia tão intrigante naquele momento, ele se aproximou, não querendo interromper o silêncio, mas sentindo uma curiosidade irresistível. ⠀❛❛⠀⠀não sabia que você era do tipo que usava pijama de natal.⠀⠀❜❜⠀⠀

[mastermicd]

@cardiosurgcn : ❝ i see how this is gonna go. ❞

"you can't know that." although addison herself had always been the sort of person to err on the side of negativity than positivity. not when it came to her patients –– never with her patients. she had to be their hope, their guiding light, in their times of need. and looking through the window of the patients room with patrick, arms folded over her chest, she was desperately trying to cling into that sliver of hope. "we're on this together. granted, the odds aren't great. but they are better because we are the surgeons on this case. so we have to do everything we can, and i can't take negativity in that operating room with me."

[brokcnrunes]

who: Addison Montgomery ( @wcnderfulthings )

where: After Sunset Beach Bar

"I have no idea what is in these," Derek confessed as he placed the two large and colorful drinks onto their chosen table. While the night was still young, the two of them had been drinking for a couple of hours now. Derek already felt the giddy buzz of the alcohol running through his veins. While he wasn't drunk, he was definitely tipsy. "I asked the bartender to make whatever drink she wanted. She said while they may look pretty, they are lethal. Derek sat back down opposite Addison, grinning over at the redhead as his elbows rested on the table.

[fatalelity]

@story1ines said: [ 📲 message sent: ]  i never believed in love at first sight until i saw your profile picture. / from mark!

[ SMS , SENT TO ⇒ manwhore ] : nice try [ SMS , SENT TO ⇒ manwhore ] : facebook didn't exist when we met

🐝  *  ―  𝑷𝑰𝑪𝑲 𝑼𝑷 𝑻𝑬𝑿𝑻 𝑴𝑬𝑺𝑺𝑨𝑮𝑬𝑺.  / accepting

[thedcvilherself]

it's safe to say addison isn't really expecting ainsley to be critical. there's a measure of degrees, though—from agreeing that addison's ass is droolworthy stuffed into shorts, to actually drooling for it. addison gets her answer easily enough, then, the distracted young redhead way closer to the latter, and she grins at her sister's sheepishness. "oh it does, does it?" she teases, giving her ass another little bounce with her hands to tempt. "do you think my ass looks good enough to eat, ains?" addison even plays with the tight hem of her shorts, peeling them down to let half of her thick cheeks spill out as she checks herself out in the mirror, shameless as ever. "you can get on your knees for a closer look, if you need to."

ainsley knows addison's actions are intentional, that the way she toys with her own backside is done in order to taunt the desires she knows brew within the younger girl. she also knows better than to do anything without being asked, without being granted the permission, which is why she stays put. "it does, daddy. it looks so fat and round and perfect. the girls..." her breath hitches, as if something had yanked her backwards and forced the air from her lungs when the fabric is pulled down further. "there's no way anyone can ignore it." herself included, closing the distance between them and easing herself onto her knees, hands trailing from addison's waist to the pale cheeks, dancing across the revealed skin in admiration. "sit on my face, daddy." it's a plea, desperate and pathetic. "let me show you how those girls should treat you."

[acefms]

“no judgment here, honey. whatever gets you through the day,” addison smiled, stirring her straw around her peach iced-tea before she took a refreshing sip. “I’m trying to quit caffeine. it makes me jittery and honestly, I’m an handful enough as it is. but tell me more about this wellness month, ‘cause it sounds like something I could use a little of.”

Starter: Open (@chqstarter)

Location: Night and Dine

"A double expresso please," Elsa asked before stepping back from the counter. "I'm thoroughly embracing Wellness Month but we are so busy that I need the caffeine to get me moving in the morning," she chuckled with a shrug to the person waiting beside her.

[wcnderfulthings]

Addison Montgomery's Moodboard

[acefms]

closed for bianca / @fadedstarsfms / bianca’s home

“Momma ! ” Addison called out to her mother the moment she let herself in the front door. Since she could remember, the redhead had always been struck with a severe case of wanderlust, prone to taking off whenever her heart desired. This time it had been a three week road trip all the way back to Tennessee. But of course, regardless of the distance, she always missed Bianca. Their bond always felt far deeper than simply mother and daughter. Bianca was her bestest friend in the whole wide world. “I’m back and I’ve got a surprise for you.” Addison paused for a moment, amused smile gleaming as she rounded the corner. It probably wasn’t the best thing to say given her track record of being a little reckless. “Don’t worry I didn’t go getting married or anything like that, I just brought back some of your favourite snacks.”

[thedcvilherself]

"do these shorts make my ass look fat?" addison muses, checking herself out in the mirror along with the other. "or should i go tighter? i need something that's going to make half the girls at this party jealous, and the other half daydream about me sitting on their faces, you know?" the redhead hums, using her hands to bounce her cheeks a bit. as much as they show off her ass the fitted shorts don't do much to hide the bulge of addison's cock, but given its size there isn't usually much point in trying, anyway. she glances at the other, smirking at where their gaze is fixed. "busy daydreaming over there?"

open to: f/femme faces, editor: beta kinks: ass worship ft. more ass worship, w/ a side of rimming connection: fwb, roomie, gf, sibling, stepsibling, etc, anything that works

ainsley's not even sure if her sister's entirely aware of what she's doing, dragging her along and shimmying into what appear to be the tightest shorts possible, showing off every perfect detail of her ass and cock and expecting the younger girl to offer advice. how could she? how could she think when what she so often is on her knees for, what she so often defiles herself for is on display and begging for her attention. it's only after she realizes addison's stopped moving that her eyes suddenly lift, cheeks reddening with the realization that the older girl had been talking to her and it'd gone ignored. "s-sorry, daddy. i was-...you look good. you look...you look so good."

[taliabrown]

Talia turned at the sudden noise, her brow furrowing as she took in the scene in front of her. The corner of her mouth twitched, fighting back a smirk as she tilted her head. “Scare me? You’re fine. I’ve seen scarier things than a woman nearly eating pavement in some amazing boots.” She paused, glancing down at the damaged heel. “Well, formerly amazing.”

Her tone softened as she stepped closer, her own heels clicking against the pavement. “You’re lucky it happened here and not mid-crosswalk. That would’ve been a show.” She crouched slightly, inspecting the shoe as if it might magically put itself back together. “You need a lift somewhere? I promise my car’s in one piece, unlike your footwear.” There was a flicker of amusement in her voice, but she was just trying to lighten the mood. “Or, I don’t know, we can track down a hardware store for duct tape. Your call.”

@addisonxoconnell

On her walk back to the car, Addison wasn't paying much mind to whoever was in front of her. Her own mind was lost in thought on how she should spend her evening. The debate was between relaxing in a nice hot bath or eating her weight in Christmas cookies while watching the Grinch.

Her boot heel nearly completely snapping off was not part of the plan. The commotion of her nearly falling on her ass was enough to make the person turn around. "Shit." She muttered to herself, leaning up against the wall to take a look at the damage. "My piece of crap shoe just fell apart. I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to scare you." @taliabrown

[wcnderfulthings]

Naporia Pride Ball ft. Addison Montgomery in Red & Purple