#hi! i'm addie! :D

[pha55ed]

Cindy Lou Who? || F1/F2

type :: angst

tw/cw :: cheating (all), death (pepe)

contains :: carlos, charles, lando, oscar, ollie, paul, pepe, luke

CONTEXT :: Singer!reader releases "cindy lou who" which exposes how the drivers cheated on her, making the drivers the most hated person on the internet - PART TWO SOON :D

xmas celly here! || f1 masterlist || f2 masterlist

Carlos Sainz | 55

carlossainz55: blue suit and eyes all on me.

→ user 01: OH THIS IS FUCKING EVIL...

⎯→ user 02: the fact (y/n) faced so much fucking racism in the f1 community only for him to get with a white girl... it's giving robert pattinson...

→ user 03: carlos sainz leaving THE FUCKING (Y/N) for the same ex he claimed was toxic???? ummmm

→ user 04: reminder to stream (y/n)'s song 😜😜😜 it's #3 on billboard 100 rn

→ rebecca.donaldson: guess i make you happy like someone couldn't do!!! 😉

⎯→ user 05: quoting her fucking song is so rude and insane. may the worse come to you...

⎯→ user 06: i can't even imagine the rage and sadness is going through and you're fucking laughing at her? THEY COULD NEVER MAKE ME LIKE YOU

Charles Leclerc | 16

f1.gossip : After (Y/N) released "cindy lou who", Alexandra Saint Mleux was seen in the paddock again with Charles and the wags. Fans were blasting (Y/N)'s song whenever they spotted Alex, resulting in her leaving early.

→ user 01: so he cheated on charlotte AND (y/n) for alex??? how strong is her hold on this man

⎯→ user 02: she gotta have some blackmail or smth

→ user 03: the fact that all the wags are hugging... except alex... yikesss smth def happened

⎯→ user 04: even jade isn't looking at her...

→ user 05: leaving a fucking MULTI-GRAMMY WINNING SINGER for your ex is fucking insane

→ user 06: MAY HE CRASH IN MONACO, MONZA, SILVERSTONE, AND MORE!!!

⎯→ user 07: MAY HIS ENGINE FART!!! FUCK CHARLES OMFG

→ user 08: SHOUT OUT TO THE FANS THAT BLASTED (Y/N)'S SONG IN HER EAR!!!!!

Lando Norris | 04

landonorris : the happiest i've ever been. happy 1 year love

→ user 01: wait wait wait ONE FUCKING YEAR????

⎯→ user 02: didn't he just break up with (y/n) like two months ago...

⎯→ user 03: so he cheated on THE (Y/N) (L/N) FOR OVER 8 MONTHS?????

→ user 04: i thought you were one of the good ones lando :/

→ user 05: even crazier is that oscar, max, AND carlos haven't comment when they used to comment on his posts with (y/n) 24/7

→ user 06: on the bright side... the album will go crazy???

⎯→ yourusername: i guess el oh el

⎯→ user 07: oh bby i'm so sorry :(

Oscar Piastri | 81

f1.gossip : After soft-launching for months on her instagram stories, Versace model Ashlee Collins was seen in the paddock with Oscar Piastri - Confirming that (Y/N) and Oscar are broken up. Goodbye to one of the best WAGs :( We'll miss you.

→ user 01: you know it's bad when even the f1 gossip account is sad

⎯→ user 02: she literally had no drama, was super sweet to fans, AND famous too

→ user 03: oh so THIS is who "cindy lou who" is about???

⎯→ user 04: she's stunning but being a homewrecker instantly makes her ugly in my eyes :/

→ user 05: leaving (y/n), a girl SPONSERED BY VERSACE, for a fucking model under the same brand is fucking insane. oscar lost my respect

⎯→ user 06: that probs means that oscar met this girl while (y/n) was working which is even worse

→ lily.zienmer: sending my prayers for her

⎯→ user 07: OO LILY?!!!??!??

⎯→ user 08: for ashlee or (y/n)?

⎯→ lily.zienmer: both

Oliver Bearman | 87

olliebearman: got rid of some dead weight, faster than every before.

→ user 01: oh so HE'S calling THE (Y/N), PRINCESS OF POP, a fucking DEAD WEIGHT???

⎯→ user 02: The balls on this man is fucking INSANE.

⎯→ user 03: NEUTER HIS ASS!!!!

→ user 04: she's pretty, but is she an award winning, billboard chart topper, AND model??? didn't think so

→ user 05: so half of his fanbase comes from (y/n)... he cheats on her... and then calls her a dead weight?? oh he's fucking dead

⎯→ user 06: might buy tickets just to throw shit at his car

Paul Aron | 17

addison.lillies : i guess i do look like cindy lou LOL anyways, hard launch?

→ user 01: oh... this isn't....

⎯→ user 02: she really thought she ate...

→ user 03: ur hard launch isn't even a whole photo of you two together, sad

⎯→ user 04: getting flashbacks to paul literally posting highlights and posts DEDICATED to just showing off (y/n) but he won't even like this girl's post...

→ user 05: erm... someone didn't understand the meaning of the song

→ paularon: pick better photos next time 😂😅

⎯→ user 06: OH... EMBARRASSING....

⎯→ user 07: was gonna get ur merch but now :/ mannn idk

⎯→ user 08: we expected more from you paul :( we really did

Pepe Marti | 21

f1.gossip : pepe marti was spotted at a bar with his childhood friend, alana. the two were described to be touchy, cuddling, and leaving the bar together in pepe's car while drunk. guess this is who "cindy lou who" is about... sending love to (y/n)

→ user 01: oh FUUUCCKKKKK no.

⎯→ user 02: didn't she just post a story about her aunt dying...

⎯→ user 03: i'm praying for her :( poor (y/n)

→ yourusername: 😀 i mean i always knew but damn.

⎯→ user 04: oh (y/n) :( im so sorry girlie

⎯→ user 05: the most beautiful, funniest, talented, and literal GRAMMY winner getting cheated on by a fucking f2 driver is insane. keep ur chin up girl

→ user 06: i always knew it was weird that he had a girl best friend... feel so bad for (y/n)

[flowerbunnyboo]

SHOOTING SPARKS AND A WHOLE LOT OF OTHER THINGS | back

starring: san x male reader

summary: Mn and San got married through an arranged marriage. They caught feelings for each other but they needed a spark to confess.

nsfw, minors dni, don’t report

San came to his house after receiving a risky message from his partner only to see red petals on the floor and the living room filled with scented candles. He knew Mn was upto something when he saw the curtains being drawn before.

San unconsciously smiled and made his way to his husband’s room. The two had an arrange marriage but they were friends before their marriage. The feelings were there but some spark was needed.

Mn and San had been married for a month now. Mn was a virgin but he had enough knowledge to have sex. He knew he was a horny beast.

On the other side, San was calm. Sex was always secondary to him in relationships and he used to make sure that his bottoms received all the love while having sex.

“Babe what's all this ?”, San said as he looked at a beautiful man wearing a robe and lace panties lying down on the bed. Mn smirked a bit seeing the erection starting to grow in San’s pant.

“San, baby, please have sex with me. I want you so badly”, Mn said hugging his husband. Those words were enough for San to become turned on.

“Are you sure love ? I don't want to do something uncomfortable”, San said cupping Mn’s face. It was their first time and especially Mn’s first time. He wanted it to be magical. The younger was happy that his husband was concerned. Mn smiled and took his husband’s hand and held it between his hands.

“Yes Sannie… but please don't be rough”, Mn said looking down shyly. “Of course what my prince wants is what he gets”, San said before lifting Mn up and kissing him passionately. He wanted to make Mn feel the love that he had for him.

Slowly and steadily the two undressed each other. Mn was in shock seeing his husband’s body. Toned abs and the body of a Greek God.

Mn just eyed San’s body like it was an artifact on display. “Like what you see baby ?”, San asked seeing his boyfriend stare at him. Mn locked his lips. “Like it ? I love it !”

San just chuckled and and brought Mn closer by the waist. Mn leaned in to kiss his husband. San smilingly sealed their lips. The two kissed as their tongues danced to the rhythm of their love. San's hands slowly made their way towards Mn’s butt. Caressing it and giving it a little jiggle causing Mn to laugh.

San bridal way lifted his husband and brought him on the bed. Mn felt a little shy. “Baby don't be shy. You are beautiful and pretty”, San whispered kissing each and every part of Mn.

“Okay baby I'm going to loosen you up. If it hurts just scream ‘yellow’, okay ?”, San said cutely. Mn couldn't help but chuckle “Okay~AHH~mmphh”. San inserted a finger slowly yet the pain was prevalent in the nether region of Mn.

“Shush baby. Do you want me to stop. I don't want to see you in pain”, San said wiping Mn’s tears. He immediately took out his finger. Mn deeply breathed, “N-no continue~”. He gave San a look of consent. San nodded and inserted another finger and scissored his husband’s hole.

Soon there were four fingers in and Mn was a mess. Not only was he being fucked by four fingers thrusting in and out but San was sucking on every sweet spot on his body and playing with his nipples, “Aah~da-addy m~ore”

San kissed Mn lovingly, he wanted to make sure that the two of them were making love and not just fucking. “Okay baby I'm going to stick it in and don't forget the safe word”, San said grabbing lube from the bedside table. Even though how badly he wanted to wreck Mn, San didn't want to hurt him.

The dominant lined himself up and slowly and steadily pushed in. “Damn baby so tight-”, San said as he felt the tight walls clenching around his dick.

Mn arched his back as he felt full, “D~addy more p~lease unghhh m~ove”. San started thrusting at in inhumane pace hitting every right spot. San was big so his dick hit Mn’s prostate with every thrust.

“~AH-H SHIT~D-ADDY MOR-E”, Mn said wanting more. He was in paradise right now. With every thrust, the younger was living in ecstasy. If this is how having sex feels like then he wouldn't mind having sex everyday.

“I~I’m gon~na cum-unghhh”, Mn said before shooting white strings of cum decorating his and San’s chest. “Damn baby I just started and you came”, San said smirking. ~Y-ou mak~e me fe~el g-ood f-fuckkk”

San swiftly changed positions and made Mn all up on his knees. He quickly inserted his hard cock right into Mn’s tight pink hole. Mn moaned real hard feeling San's dick hit his prostate.

“Fuck~ babe-e”. San played with Mn’s nipples pleasuring him even more. San didn't stop though. His animalistic yet pleasuring pounding was bringing Mn ecstacy. “Does it feel good baby ?”, San asked as he kissed Mn. Mn couldn’t even form words. Taking his silence as a yes, San started to pound faster. Mn could feel his orgasm coming.

“Ah~ fuck da~addy cum-unghhh”. San could feel his release coming closer too. “Let's cum together baby”. And with that, Mn shot strings of white cum, spraying out everywhere. It was almost like a white pond. Two thrusts later, San too released his load inside Mn. He then pulled out letting his work of white river flow down his husband’s hole.

San laid besides Mn taking him in his arms and muttering apologies for hurting Mn. Mn chuckled seeing his husband apologize. “Baby it's okay. It doesn't even hurt, my big baby”. San smiled hearing the answer.

As Mn cuddled more into San, he couldn’t help but blurt out his feelings. “San.. I love you”. San was shocked but shy at the same time. His eyes turned red and he quickly pulled Mn in for a kiss. “Baby, I wouldn’t have made love to you if I wasn’t in love with you”. Hearing San's answer made Mn chuckle.

The two hugged and cuddled for some time. “Come on let’s get you cleaned up”. San cleaned up Mn and gave him everything he wanted. This showed Mn that sex for San is really secondary. He was gentle during sex and gentle afterwards too. He felt really lucky. San ruffled his husband’s hair. "Let's sleep now”. And with a kiss the two slept.

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[ghouljams]

supervisor: we are not gonna test their gd sperm count

Site Memo from ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛:

Stop asking if you can clean up the ejaculate in SCP-141-C's containment unit. I know you freaks aren't trying to help out the janitorial staff.

Messages from now defunct slack channel "I want to [redacted] the anomalies":

⬛⬛⬛⬛: Oh no I'm on SCP-141 supervision duty :( whatever will I do :( ⬛⬛⬛⬛: Oh no it's 141-C :( he'll probably jack off :( oh no :( ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛: Girl if you don't stfu ⬛⬛⬛⬛: >:) ⬛⬛⬛: I've never been so jealous in my life. ⬛⬛: Test his sperm count I want that man's babies. ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛: lmao ⬛⬛⬛: lmao ⬛⬛⬛⬛: Dr. ⬛⬛⬛⬛ says I'm not allowed in containment. ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛: Booooooo ⬛⬛⬛: Boo Dr. ⬛⬛⬛⬛ boo ⬛⬛: At least Dr. ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛ lets us talk to 141-A. ⬛⬛⬛⬛: Lucky :( ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛: Who's on 141-D(addy) tonight. ⬛⬛: You gotta stop calling him that I almost put that in my notes yesterday. ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛: I'll stop calling him that when he stops looking like that. ⬛⬛⬛⬛: What does 141-D even do all day? ⬛⬛: Nothing. ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛: Make panties drop. ⬛⬛: He's literally so boring, he just sits there. He's working ⬛⬛⬛⬛: ??? ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛: What the fuck is that? Hello. ⬛⬛: Hello???? ⬛⬛⬛: Slack is glitching hold on. You all seem rather useful. ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛: Just reboot the channel. ⬛⬛⬛: So annoying when it does this. Oh Gaz is going to love this.

[stone-stars]

Transcript:

Albin (Murph): Uh, Calliope, do you have a name? Emily: Uh, I think Calliope looks through her criminal [laughs] stack of fake passports with fake names and fake identities, but she's like, you know what? This is a chance to try on a hat that I once really wanted to wear. And I think she thinks back to TGI Skydays when she saw Freddy proposing to Addie. [The others laugh.] And she thought of like, how nice it must be to not have to find your own purpose because you can just make someone else your purpose. Albin: Oh, no. Caldwell: Aw? Emily: And she thinks back to Glenn. Albin: (desperately) No. Emily: And she said-- Callie (Emily): I would like to be… Glennifer-- Albin: [laughs] Oh no. No. Callie: --Skydays. [Caldwell laughs.] Calder (Jake): I… I hate it and like it at the same time. Albin: Okay so… I see… Sol (Caldwell): I mean it's got a real ring to it. Albin: Right… okay… Callie: Glennifer. Albin: Glennifer. Sol: Glennifer Skydays. Callie: Skydays. Albin: Skydays. And you spell that… just… Calder: But it's like in a strong, healthy, I don't need this anymore-- Albin: Like, okay, so it's a combination-- Callie: No no no. Absolutely not. Calder: Oh, okay. [Caldwell laughs.] Albin: So it's a combination-- Callie: It's like when you took-- it's like when you took the potion of fire breathing to see like, if you'd like it. Calder: Oh. Yeah. Right. Albin: Isn't Jennifer your therapist's name? Callie: [laughs] yes. Albin: So you've-- Callie: I've combined it. Albin: The source-- the source of your pain? Callie: Look, I have an erotic impulse towards both of them! [Emily laughs.] Albin: We're not gonna dig any deeper into that. Sol: Right. No. Calder: I did drink the fire breathing potion. I'm gonna stay out of your way. Albin: Tha-- very good, Glennifer. Sol? Caldwell: Um, Sol also thinks back to the TGI Skydays. [Emily laughs.] Albin: Why? Is there? We don't-- We don't have to. Caldwell: Uh, Sol's in full panic mode [Murph: Okay.] And like, he hears the word Skydays, thinks back, and very confidently with a shaky grin goes Sol: Potato… Skindersin? Albin: Yes! [Emily laughs.] Very good. Sol: Final answer. Calder: That is on the menu. Albin: Okay. Your name is… Potato. Sol: Tater to my friends! Albin: Tater to your friends. Calder: Alright, Tate! Callie: I'm only Glennifer. Albin: Only Glennifer. Full name. Callie: You can't-- if you collapse it, then you miss out half of myself. Albin: Calder, please! Sol: Bring us home. Jake: Calder thinks deeply about TGI Skydays. [Caldwell and Emily laugh.] Albin: Please. Calder. I beg of you. You're all gonna die. You're all going to die. Calder: I remember… when I spoke with the waiter about not being served. Albin: Okay? Calder: I clocked that his name was Doug. Albin: D-- okay. Well, that's a name! Yes, that's a normal name. Okay. Calder: It is a name. Alright. Doug. Albin: Doug? Calder: Doug DaVirgin. Albin: Doug-- [Caldwell and Emily laugh.] Okay. Like he's a virgin. Calder: That's right. Albin: Great. Okay. Sol: That's-- that's a little character work in there too. I like that! Calder: I just-- I project that onto Doug. Callie: I'm the heiress to the Skydays fortune-- Albin: Jesus. Callie: --and I'm married to Glen. Albin: So you took his name by adding it to your first name? Callie: As is the custom. Albin: Okay. Sol: And it's not really important to the mission but Tater does fuck a lot. Albin: (so, so tired) Okay. Sol: And it's fun because like, Doug's a virgin but Tater fucks a lot but we're still really good friends. Calder: We are! Yeah. Albin: Really good stuff everyone. Calder: Doug's a wingman. Sol: Yeah!

[strange-little-spy]

Chapter Fifteen - Army recruitment office, 2:21 pm, December 6th, 1941

Warnings: panic attack ~ heavy angst ~ rather long chapter

Word count: 3265 words

Progress was slow. Agonizingly slow. 

Ghost was coming around, but it took wild horses to pull it out of her in a sense. Steve sat for hours with her, telling her ream upon ream of stories of what they did, where they went, what she had told him.

Nothing. Not a spark from the empty gazed girl. She would occasionally pipe in the conversaion but it was normally one word or maybe a phrase she heard Bucky or Steve use. Nothing more.

"Are you kidding me??" The doctor took one look at Steve and immediately stamped the red 4-F mark on his form. 

"Hell no!" 

Steve was nearly pushed over when the man shoved the form into his hands. He glared at the man before folding his form, grabbing his shirt and jacket and stormed out of the place. His nostrils flaring when the other, younger, men taunted and teased as he took the walk of shame out the door. He knew he couldn't pull the same idea twice, he'd have to do some tricking..

"Steve." Addie's voice startled him, making him turn around when her stronger hand snagged his sleeve. 

"Addie, what are you doing out??" He stared, her still empty gaze watched him. 

"You were gone." She retreated, her hands falling to her sides in shame. 

"Look, doll, I'm not mad," he reassured at her movements. "You just scared me, thats all."

"Am sorry." She mumbled.

"Were you scared alone?"

She nodded, her hands playing with the hem of her jacket. 

"Okay, lets go home then." Steve took her hand in his, relieved at her warmth compared to his cold digits, but he didn't say anything. 

"Whats in there?" She looked to the building where Steve had just left. 

"Oh, soldiers. Army guys." He tried to hide his bitterness. He wanted to get out there and fight, not just run his little red wagon up and down the street collecting scrap metal. Not him. 

"Like Soldat?”

“Bucky’s not in the army, doll. Remember?”

“Oh…yeah.”

“Not yet, at least.”

“What day is it?” She looked to him, her brows tightly knit together.

“It’s the 6th, why?”

“What month?”

“December.”

“1941…” She breathed, her distant gaze traveling to the sidewalk at their feet. “The war..”

“The war’s in Europe right now, Adds. We’re not part of it.”

“But we will be!” She paused, turning to him, her fists clenched; but not in anger. “Look- som-something’s going to happen. The 7th, -tom-tomorrow, we’ve got to d-do something!”

“Whoa, whoa, Addie, slow down,” Steve looked at her, his hand touching her arm. “What’s going to happen tomorrow??’

“Th-the islands…-“ She was almost panting, now gaining the attention of the others around them. “In the ocean, what the name? S-starts with an H-?” 

“Hawaii?”

“That!- I-I mean, those! Yes!”

“What about them?”

“Th-the war..its going to be there..!”

“Is there something wrong here?” A police officer approached through the growing crowd around them. “Is this young lady alright??’

“The-..the war.” She breathed, her arms hugging her middle. 

“I-I’m not sure, sir.” Steve looked to the officer. “She’s said things like this before, and…well, she’s never been wrong..”

“She’s a gypsy!” Someone shouted from around them.

“She should be locked up!”

“Wipe her.”

“Lock her away.”

“Get her out of here.”

“Discipline her.” They were back, they were coming to get her. She was in danger. Run. Fight. Protect yourself. Something was wrong—

She didn’t realize it, but she was running through the crowd, nearly knocking a few over as she bolted through the swarm of people. 

Going to hurt her- They were mean—where was Soldat—

“Stop that girl!!” The officer barked, catching the attention of the men around them. They tried to grab Ghost, but her retaliations were vicious, her nails scoring marks across their faces and hands as they tried to hold her down.

“Addie!” Steve shouted, struggling to push through the crowd, but his small stature prevented him from succeeding. “Don’t do that! She’ll fight back!” He tried to warn them, but his voice didn’t carry beyond the small circle that had formed around the fighting girl as she hissed and literally bit and clawed at anyone who tried to get close to her. If she was any normal woman, they’d be on her at once, but with the super-soldier serum pumping through her veins and HYDRA training thrown into the mix, she was a hard opponent for the unprepared. 

“Addison!!” Steve wheezed, catching the young woman’s attention. Her eyes fell on him, her frame relaxed and her frame turned to him, almost waiting for something. As if she expected him to give her the orders. 

“Please don’t fight them,” He begged. “Just don’t hurt them, please.”

“Look, you-“ The officer snatched at Steve’s jacket, igniting a flash in Ghost’s eyes. “What are you trying to pull here?? No lady can fight like that!”

“Get James Barnes! He’s at the drug store a few blocks from the apartment building on 2nd,” Steve waved at Ghost to stand down before she could attack the officer. “He can explain if you’ll let us talk to him.”

“Mac, you go get him,” The officer nodded at another officer who bolted through the crowd and toward the street. “Now, fella, will you be so kind as to tell your little friend to come with us so we can keep an eye on you both??”

“Sure, sure,” Steve wriggled from the man’s grip, visually agitated. “C’mon, Adds, lets go.” 

She approached him, sending the death glares toward anyone around them. “They’re going to hurt me, Steve—don’t let them take me away.”

“No, Addie, I’m coming with you.” He reassured. “I won’t let them hurt you.”

The officer snorted before taking the smaller by the arm, but Ghost’s hand found his arm and wrenched it away. 

“Now listen, missy—“ He turned on her. “One more move like that and I’ll arrest ya for assaulting an officer!”

Ghost growled before relenting, allowing herself and Steve to be taken away.

“Boy, is Bucky gonna have a cow…”

NYPD, 02:45 pm 

“So let me get this straight—“ The lieutenant paced between the wall and the desk where Bucky, Steve and Addison were sitting in front of. “You two claim this girl’s been transported from the future, got hyped up on some serum, came back and is now a fighting machine??”

“In…different words and in a way, yes.” Bucky sighed.

“So what do you have to say for yourself, miss?” The lieutenant dropped into the swivel chair on the other side of the desk. 

Ghost said nothing, her empty gaze fixed on the floor at her feet. 

“She doesn’t talk much anymore.” Steve was quick to state. “She was tortured.”

“In the future.” The lieutenant wasn’t convinced. 

“Do you have a way to get in touch with a Major Kellings?” Bucky suddenly asked, his brows knit together in surety. “I’m sure he can explain most of this.”

“So this is a government matter?? Why didn’t you say so??”

“I didn’t say that, sir,” Bucky responded, almost exasperated. “Can you get in touch with him?”

“Sure, I’ll call ‘im right now.”

“Thank you, sir.” Steve looked at the lieutenant. 

The officer waited for the operator and was soon connected with the Major.

“Look, we have a slight problem with your test subject, Major.”

“She’s not a test subject!” Steve rose to his feet, making Ghost jump and the lieutenant to grow more agitated. 

“Sit down, or I’m hanging up.”

Steve glared but sat down.

“As I was saying, major—we’ve got a girl by the name of Addison Rogers-Barnes. Ring any bells?”

The lieutenant’s face chanced instantly as he leaned forward on his desk, looking at Ghost. “Y-yes, sir! We’ll be waiting.”

Then he set the phone back down, staring dumbfounded at the girl. 

“Believe us now?” Bucky prodded.

“That’s one hell of a story.” He shook his head. “The major’s on his way, says he needs to see this for himself.”

Steve and Ghost exchanged a short glance before she looked back to the floor, her hair hiding her face. 

“So you two are sweethearts??” The lieutenant asked the blond man, earning a strange look in reply. 

“Used to be. Before she went away.”

“How long ago was this?”

“A little over a year, she came back around two weeks ago.”

“And she wasn’t like this..you know, before that?”

Steve just shook his head. 

“What day is it?” Ghost asked softly, her voice startling the lieutenant.

“It’s the 6th.” Steve offered, confused that she had asked him only ten minutes ago. Had she forgotten already??

“What month?”

“December. Remember the snow outside?”

“December 6th…1941..”

“Is something wrong?” Bucky looked to her.

“1941… something’s wrong,” Her hand came to her temple, as if it pained her to think about whatever it was. 

“Can you tell us?” Steve put his smaller hand on hers. 

“The..the war-“ She breathed, her voice almost breaking as she fought through the programming. “I-it’s tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow!” The lieutenant stood up, practically shouting. 

Ghost flinched, her fingers curling as she tried to remember.

“The islands, ocean, Ha-.haho—“

“Hawaii??” 

“Yes!” She nodded. “It-s tomorrow..!”

“What is she talking about?? The war’s in Europe!”

“She’s done this before, sir,” Steve looked to the lieutenant. “She’s from the future, meaning she knows whats going to happen in this war.”

“Pe-pearl Harbor..”

“Pearl Harbor??” 

“Alright, everyone just be quiet!” Bucky snapped, glaring at the officer before crouching in front of Ghost.

“Hey, hey, its just me, doll,” He spoke softly. “Whats going to happen at Pearl Harbor? Do you know?”

“Attack,” She tried, the throb in her head getting worse as she wrestled to try to remember. She knew there was something important about that date, but the facts wouldn’t come. “The empire-“

“Japan.” Bucky looked to Steve then back to Ghost. “Are the Japanese going to attack?”

“Uh-huh,” She nodded. “December 7th. I-in the morning.”

“Get me Captain Steele’s office,” The lieutenant barked into the phone.But Bucky snatched the receiver from his hand and slammed it back on the hook. “You can’t do that!”

“You heard her! The Japanese are attacking tomorrow and our entire fricking Navy is in that harbor and you tell me I can’t tell anyone!!?”

“If we change the course of the war, something could go terribly wrong!” Steve countered. 

“Hundreds of boys are gonna die in the morning if we don’t do anything now!”

“And hundreds more will die if we don’t deal with the people who made her like this!”

“You’re putting her above Hawaii??!”

“I didn’t say that-“ Bucky argued. Just then the door opened to Major Kellings, sending the room into silence as Ghost turned around in her chair to face the door.

“What’s all the commotion??” The major asked curiously.

“Hello, sir,” Bucky came around and shook Kellings hand. “I don’t know if you remember me, but I’m James Barnes from that night when you came to the apartment building looking for Addison. I was with her.”

“Yes, I remember you.” Kellings nodded, glancing at Ghost. “Who’s this?”

“Yo-“ Bucky looked at the Major as if he had another hand. “You don- this is Addison.”

The Major looked again at Ghost, his eyes registering her face from the year ago he had approached her. “You- you’re..what happened??”

“We really don’t know,” Bucky sighed, resting his hands on the desk and leaning forward. “But we do know she was abused and tortured.”

“Sounds like something to look into.” The major took off his cap and coat before stashing them on the stand next to the door. 

“Ho-hold on,” Steve started, looking around. “Lets start over, see if we can piece this thing together.”

“Agreed,” The lieutenant nodded, his hands on his sides before he turned a switch on his intercom. “Miss Cahill, get in here, please.” 

The group waited until the secretary quietly came into the office, shut the door and sat down with her pen and paper.

“Now,” Steve began, marching back and forth between Ghost and the door. “Addison came to us around—what, two years ago?”

“1939, yes.” Bucky nodded. 

“Two years.” Steve continued. “And she was normal, so to speak. Bubbly, cheerful, you know, how every other young lady is. Granted, she was a little confused when we met her, but she caught on quickly.”

“Confused how?” Kellings questioned. 

“She would be surprised about something like the cars, the shift lever.” Bucky explained, moving his hands like he was shifting the column lever next to the large steering wheel. “Or when we would take a cab, she liked the bells.”

“So almost as if she’d never seen a newer car?”

“Well, not just cars. Others items, like the phones, she says in the future, they’re cordless.”

“Cordless??” The major looked intrigued. 

“And they’ll be able to fit in your pocket.”

“We can barely fit a radio in your pocket now.” Bucky observed. 

“Anyway, I think the first incident was around..May of 1939. She just—well, she vanished. No trace of her. Then one night, she’s back screaming in her bed with wounds that we have no idea where they came from.”

“What kinds of wounds?”

“Kick to the gut, multiple cuts and bruises.” Bucky recited grimly, his voice low and his glare set on the window. “Like she’d been attacked.”

“And was she?”

“We don’t know.”

“I see.” Kellings nodded as Steve sat back down. “And has there been any more instances where she had disappeared and came back with wounds?”

“Once,” Steve nodded. “But she did come back the second time, and she was taller, more honed, almost as if she was an Olympic athlete.”

“But she’s stronger than me, in some ways.” Bucky added. “She beat me at running and arm wrestling for weeks on end, there was no way she just got lucky.”

Kellings nodded again, looking at Ghost, who hadn’t said a word for an hour. “Have any of you fella’s ever heard of Abraham Erkstine?”

“No, sir.” Bucky and Steve shook their head. 

“He’s a scientist, and he’s developed an intensely enhancing serum. Very fascinating. But it can change the average person into a perfect body, no health issues, stronger than even the weightlifters, and high endurance. Much like your friend.”

“You mean- Addie’s been shoved with a serum and not know it by this Erkstine guy??” Steve looked appalled. 

“No, but it appears to be the same serum. If I may ask permission to let her see Doctor Erkstine, I believe we can manage this problem better.”

“She’s not a problem.” Bucky growled under his breath, turning his glare to the major. 

“I never said so, young man. All I’m saying is maybe the Professor can assess this situation and possibly offer council in this matter. All with your’s and Mr. Rogers’ approval, of course.”

Steve and Bucky exchanged a glance before the former crouched in front of Ghost, her empty gaze barely recognizing him.

“Addie? We’ve found a man who can help you, we can figure out how to make you remember.”

Ghost locked eyes with Steve, her mouth opening just a bit before she looked to the major with an untrusting expression.

“We’ll go with you. Bucky and me, we’ll come.”

“Don’t make me hurt people.” She quietly begged, staring at Steve.

“Of course not, doll. I promise you, it will be safe. For all of us.”

“Uh, hang on—“ The lieutenant spoke up, earning a well deserved death stare from Steve, Bucky and Ghost at the same time. But he continued. “Are we going to just ignore the fact that she just predicted the start of a literal war two minutes ago??”

“She is from the future, sir.” Steve still maintained his composure, his hand resting on the girl’s arm. “She knows what’s going to happen and when.”

“What did she say?”

“Ask her yourself, for once.” Bucky snapped, his temper threatening to rush over. 

Kellings motioned to the lieutenant before sitting down in front of Ghost.

“Hello there,” He leaned forward that his hands were laced in front of him and his elbows rested on the armrests. “I’m Major Kellings, I came to you around a year ago. You may not remember me, though. But that’s alright.”

She actually looked up at him, her head cocking to the side, her expression curious. 

“What is important about December 7th, 1941?” He questioned smoothly, his tone firm but not harsh. “Something to do with the war?”

“Hawaii.” She quickly responded, her eyes wider. “Th-the Japanese.”

“The Japanese in Hawaii?”

“No, the Japanese to Hawaii.”

“They’re going to Hawaii?”

“Y-yes.” She nodded. 

“On the 7th?”

She nodded again, her lips pressed in a firm line. 

“Are you absolutely sure? How do you know this?” He gently pressed. 

“Class.” Was all she said. 

“Class?” Kellings parroted, his brows knit together. 

She fidgeted, her fingers playing with her jacket sleeves. Her gaze flicking to Bucky and Steve before going back to the man in front of her.

“Have you taken a special class?” He tried, but this only worsened her anxiety as her ankles crossed, her gaze now falling to her hands. 

“I think she’s had enough.” Steve was quick to interject. 

“Alright,” Kellings stood up, gave Ghost a soft pat on the shoulder as he passed, and tugged his jacket over his shoulders. “I’ll contact Doctor Erkstine, and see if we can figure this out.”

“Thanks.” Bucky gave his a sharp nod as he exited. “We should go home.”

“Agreed.”

That night…

Steve was just about to fall asleep as he was finally warm, but when he rolled over to tug the blanket over his feet, he felt his heart leap to his chest when he spotted Ghost’s lithe frame in the doorway. She hadn’t made any noise as she walked, making it hard to anticipate her coming.

“Adds?” He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, trying to make out if she was alright in the dim light. “Whats wrong?”

“Couldn’t sleep.” She picked at the wood with her healed nails, no longer the split and peeled ones they were before. 

“I’m sorry, doll.” He offered. “Would you like to sleep in here? It might be warmer than the living room.”

It was hard to tell if her gaze flicked from him to the floor, but she nodded all the same. He hide his smile and tugged a blanket off the bed and held it out to her. “There, all nice and warm for you.”

She looked like she tried to smile as she gingerly took the warm blanket and wound it around herself, and to Steve surprise, she lowered herself to the floor, nudging herself practically under his bed with her blanket. 

“Hey, what are you doing down there? You can sleep up here with me, you know.”

She looked up at him before curling into a ball, her arms coming up to her middle as she confided her warmth to her center.

Steve shook his head and swore at the dirty rats who mistreated her like an animal. Nobody deserved this. Not even the bullies on the streets he had encountered. 

So he rolled over, tried to ignore her and feebly attempted to go back to sleep.

It was long before he felt a warmth and a dip in the bed as he assumed Ghost was slowly and cautiously climbing into the bed with him, her back to his as she pressed herself to him. He smiled, tugged the blanket further over them and felt himself fall asleep, finally warm.

End notes: my word this was longer than needed-

Anyway, more period angst incoming so be mindful. I did finally work out a legit plot for this fic, so expect a lot more chapters to come

Thank you for reading! Dividers by @strangergraphics

Original prompt by @the-superoriginal ~ written by yours truly, all relation to actual people are purely coincidental

Tag list: @fictionalmenjusthitdifferent ~ @oh-to-be-a-murderer ~ @thebestmerc-1 ~ @itzzkaylaaa ~ @twoarrsandonesea ~ @natt-romanoff - @proud-owner-0f-americas-ass - @the-good-redhead-witch

[theworldibuilt4you]

[Addie glanced up at the sound of the ping, trying quickly to dry their eyes. The sight of the message alone perked their mood, and they adorned a small (but still sad) smile.]

"Well, Owl is... very pissed. I mean, I knew they would be, but... they refuse to move on, even though Kinito looks fine and everything has already gotten so much better."

[They blow a stray strand of hair from their face, trying to distract from their emotions.]

"But... I... Have to accept that. I mean, I'm not exactly innocent here; I did intentionally go behind their back. I just hope they realize one day that it was the best thing to do for everyone..."

[They sigh again, rubbing their temples. Their tongue flicks again - the odd smell is much stronger. It smelled like... mud and swampwater? Like... Blood... and...]

[A 12 foot crocodilian explodes through Addie's handmade doorway, and when he lands he releases a loud, bone-rattling bellow that makes Addie's ears ring. Rearing to full height, his head nearly scraped the ceiling. He glared down at Addie, assessing them with fire in his eyes, his pupils flitting to and fro as disgust caused his snout to wrinkle.]

"You're fucking h i d e o u s."

[He snarled, and the volume of the phrase wasn't the only part of it that made Addie's head spin.]

[In the blink of an eye he was on them, gleaming teeth inches from the smaller reptile's face.]

"Your "loss" will not be mourned."

[Before Addie could process those last words, a paralyzing pain erupted in their abdomen as the croc snatched them in his jaws, their raw screams echoing within the small cave as their flesh was pierced and their ribs cracked from the pressure.]

[As this went down, two other crocodilians slinked into the cave as well, with one quietly grabbing hold of Addie's tail and brandishing what appeared to be a meat cleaver, and the other hanging by the broken down entrance, shaking like a leaf.]

"....A....Addie?!"

"ADDIE..?!"

[The only thing that filled his ears was the sound of screaming. The cries and wails of agony that flooded the space. The excruciating pain, A tone of Addie's voice that he never wanted nor thought he would ever have to here]

[A crackle of electricity burns in his body, teeth gritting so hard that they began to hurt and a bitter taste filling his mouth.]

[Visions began to flash in Sonny Chamberlain's eyes, a horrible spinning feeling overtaking his head as he recalled how it... it always ended like this.]

[Always. Every single person, regardless of contact, it would always end like this. Somehow. Someway. They would die. Again and again and again.]

[Again and again and again he would FAIL he's always FAILED. And now he's going to lose the one he loves because he can't DO anything]

[He's NEVER been able to do anything.]

[....]

[But this time he can.]

[He can do something]

[He will have to go against everything he's ever told himself, every rule that he has set in place-]

[But he won't fail again.]

----

[A loud, earsplitting crackle ripples through the den, a pulse of electricity sparking through the plugs and ports that shudders through the old pc. The crackling, the shrieking of static and wires only continued to grow louder, erratic, shooting through the ground.]

[Until it goes quiet. The screen goes entirely black.]

[...]

[A hand pushes itself through the screen, shifting and warping, an undecipherable shape protruding through the black.]

[The tips of octopus tendrils grip onto the sides of the monitor, crackling with energy as a mass forces itself out. An impossible phenomena- It almost hurt to look at.]

[A hulking, jet black figure of nearly eight feet removes itself from the yellowed plastic casing, a roar of static surge dripping from it. It was almost featureless, face entirely overshadowed in darkness- The only thing that anyone was able to make out were multiple, burning white eyes that blinked in and out like flickering, flaming stars.]

[They were perhaps waiting for it to speak.]

[It didn't.]

[Sonny didn't even give a warning before one of those long, dripping tendrils latched around the offending crocodile's neck and Sharp serrated teeth began to dig past the hide.]

[honeybeewhereartthee]

PINK KKOMAS 187

MC: it's now grey turn to show his creation!

Doll whisper to bee: isn't it biased that the opponent of that ritsu is a Niki.

Bee: don't worry. To be honest. If the looks what we based on. Sheep would win. Unless grey is motivated to do the thing properly.

Doll, confusion: what does supposed to mean...

Dish #1 : is it cake or is it real?

Grey: [ I hope you guys enjoy ]

Doll:.....

Reaper:.... Ahm..

Sea:... That's blood right.

Addie: heh...ಡ⁠ ͜⁠ ⁠ʖ⁠ ⁠ಡ

Bee, slice through the bowl and saw it's cake: oh it's a cake.

But inside the mini blood have small details like brains and innards

Doll, screams.: GAAHHHHH YOU CUT BLOOD HEAD OPEN!!

Reaper, praying: may you rest in peace amen. Amen.

Bee, slice the other haft of the body to reveal more internal organs made by fine details with fondants. But he don't look surprised at all.

Bee: oh look it's kuma.

Bee was about to slice the black cat too when doll body slam him and save fondant kuma from being slice.

Doll: DONT YOU ALL DARE SLICE RITSU OK! YOU CREEPY BUTLER!! WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS!!

Helter who eaten the whole thing: 100 out 10. I need seconds. Can you make a that twerp. Thiwf.

Bee: kids like you shouldn't over eat sweets or you get cavity.

Helter: IM NOWT KID!!

Dish #2 ice cream mochi

Grey: [ it's filled with jam and ice cream. It's a delight if you crack or slice it in haft ]

Doll: ....!?

Doll, smack everyone hand before they can take a single mochi and take them all carefully away from praying hand: DONT YOU ALL DARE EAT ANY OF THAT. OVER MY DEAD BODY. NO ONE IS ALLOWED TO EAT!!

MC: how are we supposed to judge then. 😗

Grey, chuckle: [ it's ok I still have one more for you to judge.]

Dish #3 : ice cream cake.

Grey: [ it's for the core fae but everyone can have some since I made a lot. ]

Doll: that's ... Normal looking cake.

Grey: :D

Doll, hide behind reaper: you out poison on it?

Bee, laughs: you sound like Helter.

Helter, who eaten the ice cream cake: 1000 out of 10. Winner grey!!

MC: okii. Grey won since my babie said so.

Doll: bullshit. That's not fair. The winner is basically sheep isn't it.

Bee: technically no one winner or loser. In this. Since mc just want to eat free sweet and have nothing better to do.

Bee wave his hand and suddenly the other spider arrive to serve more food for everyone: since this a party. Just enjoy the rest of the day here in this garden.

Helter glaring at bee; wahhh.. GREY WHY YOU ALL FOLLOW THAT THIWF!!

Bee, tries to calm down crying helter: don't be silly I ask them earlier ok?

Helter: boo. I'm bon mad hatter not you twerp! Thiwf!

Bee: sure sure.

.

.

.

Hallow who finally wake up from being spice poison from last chapter: what did I miss...

Addie: nothing much.

.

.

.

Sheep, who was covering the eyes of the protagonist and Mika cause of the two desserts earlier rolled his eyes but bee still paid him so he don't really expected to win.

But he did get some ice cream cake that system manage to get hold of since grey made one for everyone.

[betafite]

hi I'm addie I used to be @/clavicusvile

uhhhhh I'm bipolar, bisexual, and bilingual. I'm a Marxist, i'm going to school for gemology, and I like Anomalocaris. a lot has happened since I was last on here. I'm white and mexican-american

TERFs, conservatives, weirdos about shipping, Zionists, bi lesbian supporters, liberals, and other people get blocked. I block liberally. 18+ only please

interests: Geology, gemology, cartography, worldbuilding, metalsmithing, lapidary arts, miniature painting/building, D&D (mainly the fiends), homebrew world (Ruhadia), TES, Fallout, The Long Dark

okay bye!!!! :-)

Palestinian Donations

[astorythatwritesitself]

Survivor's Guilt

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Title: Survivor's Guilt Fandom: Mass Effect Rating: T Length: 2,634 Content notes: Xenophobic (as applied to non-human ME species) rhetoric, general Cerberus bullshittery, Poor Parenting I guess? Summary: A general, an ambassador, and a commander walk into a bar to discuss the most important part of any tragedy: How will this look to the wider galactic scene?

Characters: Hannah Shepard, Donnel Udina, Original Human Character(s)

Tags: Cerberus (Mass Effect), Akuze (Mass Effect), I feel Hannah's whole... Deal here needs a CW but fuck if I know how to describe it, Contempt for your kid? Xenophobia?

Addy's fighting for her life, and I'm raiding the bar in a fucking penthouse.

The situation will be what it is either way, though, so why bother facing it sober? Hannah snatches up a good-looking bourbon and considers the glasses neatly lined up along the counter.

Donnel and Sandra walk in to her taking a swig straight from the bottle.

“Is this… necessary, Shepard?” Don says, while the General takes the nearest stool and buries her face in her hands.

“Oh, absolutely, Ambassador,” Hannah says with a sharp laugh. “We've lost a colony. We've lost a lot of good soldiers, and the one we have left is-”

“Would you care to share, Hannah?” Sandra says, mostly drowning out Don's muttering of something to the effect of ‘political nightmare’.

“Get your own. It's not your kid patched up like a quarian ship out there, is it?”

Her eyes sting.

Her throat burns.

It's just the alcohol, Hannah tells herself.

For a few moments there's nothing but the sounds of Hannah rummaging for a glass and some ice, while Sandra pours herself a healthy dose of wine. Don opts for a bottle of water. Hannah considers doing the same - should do the same, she’s not exactly young anymore, even the one pull there means a hell of a headache awaits her tomorrow.

This entire month has been headache enough already. Raids and pirates and smugglers galore, the Council giving humanity the shaft yet again by refusing to allot the barest of resources, refusing any allowance for more troops in this sector or that one - but being ever so eager to allow the Alliance to push forward on some new class of ship, so long as those plucked-chicken shits were involved in every step, and now -

Hannah pours a double shot and downs it like the crap she used to smuggle onto campus back in Kingston, pointedly ignoring how much of it ends up on her sleeve as she pours one more.

It's Don who finally breaks the silence. “How do we even begin to approach something like this?” he says. The calm in his voice is borderline offensive.

“Carefully?” Sandra replies, removing her glasses and pinching the bridge of her nose. “We start from the top -”

“We lost a colony,” Don shoots back. “That's bad enough - we could have recovered from that. Even the asari have lost colonies in the Traverse. Losing so many soldiers on top of it-”

“To threshers. Everyone is afraid of those things-”

“Which is precisely why they know to look out for them!” Don storms forward, slamming a fist on the countertop, hard enough to make the ice rattle in Hannah's glass. “To avoid them! While we, instead, build a town on top of a nest, without having the slightest idea of their presence! How on Earth must that look?”

God, is that all it's ever going to come back to? Hannah thinks, taking a slow sip and rubbing her temples as Don and Sandra continue bickering. Image - it always comes back to the image. She'd joined the Alliance to advance humanity and leave a legacy to the stars. Joined with the C's after Shanxi turned those dreams into a nightmare of survival, stayed on as they became Cerberus, because it was clear the Alliance wouldn't do enough, not when it could make them look bad to some glorified animals who'd happened to get their first. Days and weeks and years of bureaucratic bullshit, while innocent people got rounded up and branded and sold like cattle-

And yet here you are, sitting pretty in the PR department after all, she thinks, closing her eyes. The other projects advanced humanity, but here were the lucky bastards who had to make sure they looked good doing it; two Alliance grunts and a politician who'd made Hannah genuinely consider snorting her weight in red sand, just to flip him upside down and see if that'd shut him up for a few minutes.

“Do you have anything to contribute, Shepard?”

Speak of the goddamned devil.

“Oh, I think I've contributed plenty to the situation already,” Hannah says through a wretched sort of smile, one that only grows as Donnel's expression sours further.

Sandra, meanwhile, has started pacing. “No matter what, we need to do some damage control - we're not going to come out of this looking good, but something like this could absolutely tank colony enrollment, among other things. Could go as low as after Mindoir. Lower, even, this is the second major hit inside of two years…”

“Exactly. Why in god's name would anyone even want to be a colonist at this point?” Hannah snorts. “Leave the comforts of Sol for a rural pisswater that makes Earth's slums look luxurious in comparison, and if you're lucky, you can assist smugglers and pirates for a few credits! Lord knows the Alliance can't help you, we're spread so thin we can barely hold ourselves together; and the Council won't help us, because god forbid they take some responsibility for bombarding a new species who had no idea they had stumbled into someone else's backyard. Now they tell us we can't make so many ships, can't go here or there without risking interstellar incident; but oh, we're useful guns to take out their fucking four-eyed problems, so they dangle just enough help until the Alliance is in too deep to actually pull out, and we're too damn scared to say fuck them all and strike out on our own.”

“That would be suicide at this point, anyway,” Sandra says, shaking her head. “That's why we need someone in their ranks - they've got a millennia’s head start, but that's all they have on us- god.” She rubs her forehead and leans against the wall. “Can we just blame Anderson for this?”

“Get in line,” Hannah mutters, glancing over at Donnel, who looks rather like he's chewing his own tongue for a moment.

“His being a Spectre wouldn't have made a difference in this situation,” he finally says.

“Might've. Fourteen years is a long time - we could have more weight in decisions. More information. Even if the Alliance's general standing didn't increase, we could have sent him - or another one; I imagine if he'd succeeded, we'd have at least one more by now - in alone, instead of an inexperienced lot-”

“With all due respect, ma'am, shut the fuck up. You know damn well we wouldn't have sent a Spectre even if we had one,” Hannah snaps, raking a hand through her hair. “Yes, the colony went dark, but how the fuck were we supposed to know what was down there? Akuze has never even been targeted by pirates, it was supposed t-” Her breath hitches, and for a moment her voice won't work, and when it does, it's so quiet, there's no hiding how it shakes. “It was supposed to be safe, goddamn it.”

All those families. All those kids.

It's too long before Sandra speaks up again, and Hannah nearly misses the words anyway. Too busy trying to tally up all the names.

“You raise a fair point, Shepard,” the general says in a measured, thoughtful sort of voice. “Udina - you're also right, everyone else knows to keep away from the threshers. That's… likely why Akuze was so quiet, now that I think about it. But do we know what to look for? From orbit, or on the ground? Could we have prevented it in the first place?”

“The most I've ever heard is to be suspicious of flat circles,” Hannah shrugs. “Nothing about how to detect them from orbit, god no. Seismic readings are the most we can get for any lead time.”

“Both the settlement and the unit's camp were on a hill, correct?”

“Yeah.”

“Then we'll work with that,” Sandra says briskly. “It's not much, but it is honest - we genuinely had no idea what to be wary of, and if anyone else did have any clue… well, clearly, they didn't think we needed to know.”

“A tragedy,” Don says, and Hannah wants to throw the watered-down remains of her drink in his face at that tone, that smarmy, holier-than-thou tone all politicians got. “A tragic, fatal mistake. The Alliance, naturally, will do all in its power to prevent such another lapse of information - but will the Council do its part? Will they deign to share their knowledge with the newest additions to the galactic community, or will they show that they simply want us out of the way?” He sighs, shaking his head. “It's as good a start as any, I suppose.”

“Might wanna omit that last part for the masses, but cheers otherwise,” Hannah says, forcing herself to down most of what remained in her glass.

“Then, the next matter-”

Oh, motherfucker, you’d better not-

“Shepard. Do we know yet, if she will pull through?”

“Adrian's stable. It looks like the grafts should take,” Hannah says, staring into her glass and gripping it far tighter than is necessary. Deep, slow breaths, she tells herself, but god it's hard to do that and conjure up her husband's voice as he'd rattled off the assessment. “Damage was. Mild, all things considered. Deepest injuries were to her head and neck, but nothing debilitating, nothing some weaves and metal can't patch up. She inhaled some of it, even, but they're pretty sure she'll be able to breathe on her own, once they can take her off the sedatives, doesn't appear to be any irreparable damage. Just some scarring to her throat.

“By current projection - if there are no surprises, she should be physically fit within a month. Isn’t that lucky? But it's only three days in, who knows what the aftereffects could be? We barely know how to detect those things, much less what happens if anyone survives.”

She stares into the glass, into her own murky reflection, trying to shut out Don's relieved sigh. Trying to shut out the question she knows is coming, trying to shut out the subsequent thought, because it is such a terrible, hideous thing, but -

“Do either of you have any idea what will come down, then?” he asks.

God, it would just be so much easier, if Addy had died as well.

“Still in the air.” Sandra at least has the grace to sound somber. “The reports are still… I'm still going over the data, as it were, and discounting Shepard herself, the three of us are the only ones who know the exact… circumstances…”

“Oh, just fucking spit it out. It looks like Adrian fell asleep on her watch, and then abandoned her fucking unit to the worms, is that so goddamn hard to say?”

“But she did send the distress call before they surfaced-”

“Oh yeah, a whole two minutes before; if she'd been awake and paying attention-"

“- and who in their right mind would blame anyone for running in those conditions? We have provisions for extraordinary, unprecedented, or unforeseen circumstances-”

“Which is great for avoiding a court-martial, but how the fuck is that going to sound to those freaks who've been watching her?!” Hannah pounds the countertop, just barely resisting the urge to shatter the glass instead; god but she just wants to see something break.

Don sinks onto the stool beside her. Slowly, fucking primly, he takes another glass and the bottle, pouring out a drink with shaking hands.

“Fourteen years,” he finally says, barely more than a whisper. “Fourteen years before they even thought to give us another chance. Shepard was our best hope, now…”

Now we're lucky if we get one in our lifetimes, Hannah thinks. The alcohol's finally working, it seems, because the thought conjures nothing but a numb, detached disappointment. At the situation, yes - but mostly, (and she's less loath to admit this to herself) at Adrian. The only child she'd ever have, and goddamn blessed - sturdy, smart, strong. Stellar aim. A human biotic who could make some true use of the skills, and what did she do with it? Tech, medicine and diplomacy; thank god she'd at least found the idea of sabotage as interesting as negotiation, enough to accept those invitations to the villa-

God. Would that still continue, after this?

“Shepard is our best candidate,” Sandra says. The words almost echo, the silence had been so complete. “She saved those aliens during Elysium, when their own kind were willing to let them be collateral damage, the Council loved that. The exact details of Akuze can be sealed - the important question is, would she say anything?”

Hannah closes her eyes, considering - Adrian could be so goddamn stubborn sometimes, but… “I don't think so,” she says. “I’m not positive - but I'm fairly sure, especially if I can talk to her when she wakes up.”

“If she can keep this quiet, then so will the Alliance,” Sandra says. “No demerits. N training remains open. We treat this as nothing more than the tragedy it is. We had no way of knowing the worms were there. There was no time to evacuate, they struck before she could distinguish them from an errant tremor. Circumstances being what they were, Shepard made a call no officer should ever make, let alone one so new to the position, and it ensured there was a survivor to even tell the tale.” The general nods, almost smiling now. “We could even play this nicely to the Council species - at the Alliance's expense, unfortunately, but personally I'd rather one of ours among their ranks, get us into shaping policy instead of being shaped by it. The asari will patronize us no matter what, so why not use that? Shepard's barely more than an infant so far as they're concerned, let them pity her. The salarians might have some respect if we frame it as a tactical retreat, they're always criticizing our refusal to admit defeat.”

“And the turians?” Don asks.

“Oh they'll blame the Alliance no matter what,” Hannah says, surprising even herself with a downright chipper tone. “Hell, we could tell them the whole thing down to the last detail, and those idiots wouldn't put any of the blame on Adrian either way. It's always on the superior officers for not knowing if a recruit isn't ready - now how in the fuck are you supposed to know that before put them out there?”

“Correct, if not the most… eloquently put,” Sandra says, narrowing her eyes slightly as they meet Hannah's. “The Alliance takes the brunt of the blame, and Shepard… well. Everyone's afraid of the thresher maws - even batarians, even the krogan. Yet here's one of ours, alive and fairly well in the grand scheme of things, after being ambushed by a nest of them… quite the angle, isn't it?”

“I suppose,” Don says, though his expression still looks grim. “This is, of course, assuming Shepard recovers, and that she's found mentally sound - “

“This isn’t gonna break my kid, Christ,” Hannah says, heedless of how the words begin to run into each other.

“- what's to say this won’t happen again?”

“I might’ve raised a fool, Donnel, but I didn't raise an idiot.” Hannah pushes away from the counter, getting unsteadily to her feet. It sounds like they've got a handle of things, no sense exhausting herself further, not when there's a hangover in the works. Not when she has more work in store later on. “Adrian knows better than to make the same mistakes twice. Hell, if I were a betting woman? I'd say she'd rather die before let herself fuck up like this again.

“So long as she does it after we've got another candidate or a Council seat- and she doesn’t pull stunts like Harkin in the meantime- I’m content. Now goodnight, Ambassador, General. I’d like to get some rest before heading out to the hospital."

[yanderespamton78]

I am sending propaganda to play Rainworld because of the funky little robot creatures :>

(Official art from the game)

THIS ONE. I LOVE THIS ONE. THEY CREATED THE PURPLE SLUGCAT THAT'S WITH THEM

AND THEY'RE SO ATTACHED TO IT THAT THEY LEARNED TO COMMUNICATE WITH IT IN A WAY THAT THEY CAN BOTH TALK TO EACH OTHER. THEY'RE SO CUTE. THEY EVEN START THINKING OF NAMING THEMM

Also they're sort of like a Blue Addison / Yellow Addison in the way of being close to the iterator in the game that's gone a little off his rocker, but they also have some guilt of maybe probably contributing to the other’s mental state in some way by enabling his already growing madness and not realising their mistake until too late :))))

THIS GIRLYPOP. BLUE ADDISON CORE EXCEPT WITHOUT THE UNDERLYING OFF-HER-ROCKER ASSOCIATED WITH BLUE. SHE'S SO SO COOL.

Basically she is the oldest out of the specific region of iterators in the game, even calling herself a big sister compared to all of them :> She was built really close to the Mad Iterator (what I'm calling them to not spoil names yet :>) - they both shared the same water supply.

Mad Iterator actually started draining their water supply that she was attached to when he started doing his wacky stuff, and then when she forcibly sent a message to him it was at the worst possible moment so he disregarded her message, and effectively ended up breaking her and leaving her in a comatose state because of it. All of it was not intended to happen on his end, but he did still cause it :( She's the one you'd probably see most in the game. Very Blue Addi and Spamton core with her and the Mad Iterator's relationship.

Also she has a cat she calls Ruffles :)

Oops how did angst get in there ignore the robot angst (do not ignore the robot angst, it's LORE and it HURTS)

I just think this iterator is neat :> (the green one behind the red slugcat). Spoiling his name because it's hilarious given his nature - No Significant Harassment. HE HARASSES THE ITERATORS SO MUCH (teasingly, most of the time, but there are some more serious ones. He does it out of concern rather than bullying). HE IS VERY MUCH SIGNIFICANTLY HARASSING THEM AND IT'S SO FUNNY.

HIM. THE MAD ITERATOR. FIVE PEBBLES. HE'S A ROBOT WHO'S GONE MAD TRYING TO FIGURE OUT THE SOLUTION TO A PROBLEM. HE AND THE OTHERS WERE CREATED TO SOLVE. ONLY ONE HAS SOLVED IT BEFORE AND HE TRIES DESPERATELY TO DO IT AGAIN AT THE COST OF HIMSELF AND THE BLUE ONE

AND HE CREATED HIS OWN DEMISE AND THE DEMISE OF OTHER CREATURES AND REGIONS

HE IS SPAMTON-CODED EVEN IF THEIR SITUATIONS ARE VASTLY DIFFERENT I WILL BE DRAGGED KICKING AND SCREAMING FROM THIS HILL /LH

Also they creators have meme'd him before and gave him a cat costume so uh. Yeah. Catboy Five Pebbles exists.

ALSO

THE FUNKY COLOURED ROBOTS???

THESE LITTLE GUYS WITH ROBES THAT CAN SIT AND PET SLUGCATS???

THAT'S NOT THE ENTIRE ROBOT

THE ITERATORS ARE GIGANTIC. THE COLOURED PARTS ARE JUST THE PART YOU CAN TALK TO. THEY ARE BIG ENOUGH TO HOLD ENTIRE CITIES ON THEM. THEY ARE ***ENTIRE REGIONS TO EXPLORE.*** THESE THINGS ARE GINORMOUS BESIDES THE LITTLE FUNKY DUDES

Anyway propaganda for Rainworld over, I have said what I can about the funky tragic robots :>

WAIT THIS GAME HAS LORE??? ouggg okay i might give it a go.. it looks good lore wise but ive heard its very hard and i am. haha. not good at games :3

sounds cool tho ill buy it sometime.. and maybe play it.... if i can tear myself off regretevator...

the mad iterator sounds VERY cool :OO characters whos own madness and paranoia ends up causing them to sabotage themselves, truly the best kind :3

ill definitely consider buying it it actually sounds super cool :D

[sturniolo-alfredo]

"Shut up"

THIS IS MY FIRST SMUT SO PLEASE DONT JUDGE!!

Warnings: ROUGH smut, degradation, slapping, daddy kink, hair pulling, language, jealousy

Y/n's pov

I'm so fucking sick of it. Matt thinks he can fuck around with other girls but If I even look at another guy, he'll show me that I'm his? It's not fair. It truly is hurtful. But today I felt playful. If matt wants to play games then I'll play too. But I will always win.

Me and matt were currently at a party. Matt wandered off somewhere, probably with another girl. Me and Matt's relationship was complicated. He told me that he wanted me to be his. All his. I agreed, thinking that the deal would go both ways. Clearly it didn't. I was sick of his shit so I went to go find him.

"Matt?!" I yell roaming though a house that I've never been at. "Shit" I mumble as I stubbed my tow on the corner of a wall. "Matt where the fuck are you?!" I yell louder, hoping he'd hear. The music was to loud. I stumble in my heels through the white hallways. Suddenly my eyes land on his icy blue eyes. And the brown eyes that sat on his lap.

There he was. Sitting in the crowded living room with a bitch on his lap. I scoff and roll my eyes. App of the sudden, I feel warm hands on my waist. I knew it wasn't matt because he was right infront of me, and because his hands were always freezing. "Hey" a raspy voice says. I turn around and see a guy named Kane. Matt's enemy. I smirk "Hey kane" I say seductively. "Wanna go sit down and continue this over there?" Kane asks pointing at a couch infront of matt. I nod and walk over.

Kane sits on the couch and pulls me onto his lap, facing matt. I smirk at matt and begin grinding on Kanes lap. I hear Kane ground under me. Matt's face immediately changes from a smirk to a stare that could kill. Matt throws the random girl off his lap and picks me up off Kanes lap. He throws me over his shoulder and begins waking into a room. "Matt!" I yell "put me down!" I yell clawing at his back. "You really think scratching me back is gonna stop me? I crave that shit princess." Matt says.

Matt throws me on the bed and pins my hands above my head. "Who the fuck did you think you were when you sat on his lap?" Matt asks looking me in my eyes. I don't respond and just look at him "hm? Answer my question!" Matt demands roughly. I disobey matt once again. Matt let's out a soft chuckle and looks away. He looks back and slaps me on the right side of my face. "Your mine. All mine."

I roll my eyes and try to get out of his grip. Matt brings his hand down and unbuttons my pants. He pulls them down with my underwear. Matt unbuckles his pants while still holding my hands down. "Tell me you want this princess." Matt says. I nod. "Are you dumb? Use your words slut!" Matt yells. I whimper "i-i want this matt." I shiver. "That's not my name and you know it. Repeat those words but say my name." Matt growls out. "I want this daddy."

Matt smirks "I know you do." Matt let's go of my hands and grabs my hands. "Tell me if you need me to stop sweetheart" Matt says softly. I smile but it's quickly replaced with a moan as matt thrusts into me. I let out a moan of pain and pleasure as I adjust to his length. Matt quickly thrusts in and out of me. "Matt! Fuck!" I yell. Matt grabs my jaw and then slaps my face. "That's not my fucking name slut!" He pounds into me and wraps his hand around my neck. "Sorry d-addy. Augh fuck! Ngh!" I moan.

"Do you like being my whore baby? My little fuck toy? Hm?" Matt groans. I nod "yes daddy!" Matt flips me over and thrusts into me from behind. "Arch. Ass in the air." Matt says. I do as he says. "Atta girl" Matt says slapping my ass roughly. " I think you deserve some punishments for being with another guy" Matt yells over my screams.

"W-wha-?" I get cut off by Matt spanking me over and over again with his bare hand. "Oh fuck daddy! I'm gonna cum!" I feel a knot form in my stomach. "Can i-i cum please?" I ask. "Hmmm? Do you think you deserve it?" He asks rubbing my clit. I screech in pleasure "yes! Please!" I say. "Cum for me princess" Matt growls. I release all over his cock and scream as I do. "Good girl. Such a good fucking girl for me." Matt says before filling me up with his seed.

I take Matt's softened dick out of me and roll over. I open my arms for Matt's sweaty body to lay into. Matt lays on me and pants. "Did you learn your lesson?" Matt asks. I nod "yes." Matt grabs a towel and wipes up our mixture of cum off of me and him. "You okay honey?" He asks looking at me. I nod "mhm." "Good. Let's get you dressed"

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So how was it????? Do you guys want more smut?

Have a good day!! Love you 💕

[sacrleges]

addison fisher, was it? welcome to the safe zone. it says here you’re a 48 year-old surgeon? just verifying. according to the others, you’re both altruistic and stubborn. but, that med kit? keep it to yourself. guard it. things will blow over soon and you can go back to patching people up. 

01, basics.

FULL NAME.   addison fisher PREFERRED NAME.   addie AGE.   forty-eight GENDER / PRONOUNS.   cis woman, she+her SEXUAL ORIENTATION.   heterosexual / romantic PLACE OF BIRTH.   falls church, va OCCUPATION.   trauma surgeon at medstar georgetown university hospital FACE CLAIM.   paige turco

02, personality.

POSITIVE TRAITS.   altruistic, headstrong, logical, protective, authoritative, resilient, warm NEGATIVE TRAITS.   stubborn, overbearing, harsh, self-righteous, arrogant, judgmental, narrow-minded MBTI.   estj TROPES.   the medic, reasonable authority figure, screw the rules i'm doing what's right!, mama bear, the heart, graying morality INSPIRATION.   jack shephard ( lost ), meredith grey ( grey's anatomy ), abigail griffin ( the 100 ), melanie cavill ( snowpiercer ), olivia pope ( scandal ), carol peletier ( the walking dead )

03, backstory.

the youngest of three siblings, addison fisher has always felt the pressure to excel. her parents, a high school teacher and a civil engineer, instilled in their children the importance of hard work and discipline, and addie was no different than the rest of them. from a young age, addie showed an aptitude for science and a deep curiosity about the human body. while many of her peers gravitated toward more conventional career paths, addie’s fascination with organs and anatomy began in high school. she was the weird kid who actually enjoyed dissecting frogs in biology class, though she never truly minded being ostracized. addie attended georgetown university for her undergraduate studies, where she excelled in pre-med courses. blood and guts never fazed her, and she became known for her meticulous attention to detail and ability to remain calm under pressure. addie graduated with honors, went on to earn her m.d. at johns hopkins university, and after completing her residency at georgetown's teaching hospital, she secured a position at the same institution as a trauma surgeon. over the years, her cookie cutter upbringing evolved into a cookie cutter life that fell into her lap perfectly, if not slightly rushed. she got married after undergrad, had a baby during her first year med school — hell, she even got a golden retriever somewhere along the way. juggling her personal and professional life proved to be difficult but addie was nothing if not determined, and she became recognized for her ruthless drive to succeed. her unflinching commitment to saving lives, even if it meant working tirelessly around the clock, led her right toward the path to becoming chief of surgery by the time she turned fifty. but of course, as the saying goes — nothing gold can stay. it started with late night whispers that would turn to heated arguments. of course addie needed to work late sometimes, but there was no reason her husband should have been coming home late. henry promised it was just work, told her thousands of times they were coming up on a breakthrough at the lab he worked in — a breakthrough that would save mankind!, or so he claimed — but the long hours and arguments and secretiveness caused a rift in their marriage that couldn't be repaired. henry's paranoia didn't help either, with his constant fear that the government was watching his every move. any time that addie didn't spend carrying out her motherly duties, she spent at the hospital, and the dreaded d word seemed to come closer and closer to slicing through the last thread her marriage was managing to hang by. as it turns out, no divorce was necessary. and as it turns out, when someone tells you to be wary of the government, you should believe them. henry's death was deemed an accident by the coroner; a science experiment gone wrong, a tragedy and nothing more. only then did addison realize what a grand mistake she'd made. all of his ramblings began to make sense, his elusive claims about saving humanity and his constant paranoia suddenly seemed to have truth behind them. in the year after henry passed, addie all but shirked her professional responsibilities, taking extended leaves that were sure to hinder her chances at chief. truthfully, she didn't give a fuck — she only wanted answers, and it seemed impossible to get them. she eventually went back to work, but it was clear to everyone that she wasn't all there. addie was mid-surgery when the state of emergency was called, and if no one thought her insane before, they certainly did then. her determination to finish the surgery and close up before going to investigate all the commotion ended up saving her life. most of the hospital was infected by the time addie was ready to leave the or, and the sealed door to the main hallway was the only thing standing between her and a bite. with a patient on a gurney and her team in tow, she managed to make it out of an emergency exit, stumbling right into the safe zone and out of harm's way. there's only one problem — her daughter remains on the other side of the wall.

[apheliia]

hi addi lovely!! how are you today?? :D

hello avie 🥺🥺🥺 i'm doing well! thinking about my ocs. i want to yap about them but what exactly to yap about is the question...... i am also thinking about the pantalone fic i have yet to start writing (i plan on starting soon, i just get home really late the first three days of the week so i don't have time to write when i get home! hopefully i will have time today <3). how about you? how are you?

[oz-moth]

Hi hi hello we've been trying to reach you about your Addisons' extended warranty :D

Sooo. Flair and Pay 👁👁 They're a little 🏳️‍🌈🫳✨️ /pos, what's their relationship like?? How does Pay end up giving Flair their redemption arc?

Also WHERE DID PAY HIDE THE STILL-ALIVE BODY. You said he 'ate' the first Yellow CEO (correct me if I'm wrong on the 'first Yellow CEO' part), and yet Clip is still alive because Pay doesn't have it in him to kill.

Is Pay just- slowly consuming parts of Clip in secret while keeping him alive? Or was the 'ate' thing just a speculation for Clip's disappearance, if Clip was the first at all (I think it was implied he was but I'm not sure)?

(Also *cough cough* would Pay get along with Scrollon from Brightgoat since they both have those cannibalistic tendencies *cough cough* /not forced to answer this one btw, just me hyperfixating and making weird connections in my head ^-^)

Also, is cannibalism just- known to exist among Addis but nobody really tries to stop it? Is it more of a hidden thing? Why is it allowed for Reds / whoever a Purple or Orange serve to just- not buy from them even though it's slowly killing them and it'll likely end up in one of them dying, you'd think there would be laws or protections in place for that, wouldn't there? Or are Oranges and Purples just so low on the social ladder that it's acceptable to mistreat them for some reason? (In which case OOOF, slay for eating the people who are mistreating them in that case)

(Aghh your AU is so interesting I love it :D)

1. Pay and Flair have a very on and off relationship, it's complicated as Pay wants to be open but Flair dosent as (While he's a asshole) he cares more about his job than Pay.

Flair ends up doing quiet alot to make sure he can date Pay safely. (Riots, he rioted on authority. He went from being picture perfect to a complete Rebel.)

2. Clip is under the Mansion. Not with the Spamton bot.

Hes lower.

(Not Spoilery I just don't want a make the post to long. Idm if U have any questions after ABT locations n stuff after tbf I could go on all day)

Pay knows where Clip is.

Also if Scrollon is the cannibalistic Pink I think your talking about.

Yes.

They would get along. Clip is in a specific place where theirs a Area VERY based of The Cutesy Cannibal stuff Scrollon has going.

3. Cannibalism is tricky. It's more not told to the public because they don't want to stop making them. Cus that means less money.

It also just means less competition. So Those who find out. Shut up.

4. Mistreatment is fine. No one cares. Their are social groups who think The Addison rank system is bad but no one listens to them. People care more about money.

Unsure if I made it clear. But Red Addisons/Higher ups can buy from their assistants. They just don't care enough to. They are made in masses so it's easy to replace.

It's a power dynamic thing.

If I missed anything or smthn you can pester me idm!

[strange-little-spy]

Hello! I am Sandy and welcome to the hecksite known as Tumblr.

ART REQUESTS ARE ON

!Long post incoming - fanfic links below the cut!

Name: Sandy (not real name but similar)

Age: still a minor but not for much longer :D

Occupation: roleplayer, artist - both traditional and digital, cosplayer - but haven't posted them yet, writer - both fanfiction and original works, official disturber of the peace :3

Single? Lol yes 😭

She\Her, straight

Marvel loverSo I am here mainly for rp, my main is @iwasmadetobeasoldier. I run a Bucky Barnes\The Winter Soldier blog additionally with two more OC accounts, @living-only-for-love and @project-watchdog. This blog is for out of character interactions, art posts, and fanfiction chapters.

Moon enthusiast, cat person, NOT a morning person, major crush on fictional men, straight as a glass ruler, the baby of the family

Art request form and rules:

RULES AND INFO:1. NO same sex\gay\lesbian ship art. Why? For one, I'm uncomfortable with drawing that, two, I simply do not and will not offer that service.

2. You must provide all information requested in the form below in order for me to efficiently create the artwork.

3. Art takes time! If I do not have your request ready by at least a month, give me some time, please. I am currently in a phase of life where things are unpredictable and I have to prioritize much. But throughout the process, I will be sending DM's to you to MAKE SURE I am providing what you wanted or if there is a change you would prefer before I finish it. This is especially important with traditional art.

4. Do not send anonymous requests. These will be seen as spam and deleted!

5. I mostly offer fan art, but I am more than willing to take on a larger project such as a comic strip or such. Or if there is a concept you've had and you want to see it visually.

6. My services are FREE, meaning I may turn you down on ANY request.

7. If you can provide as much details as possible about your request as mentioned in form below, details make the art better. I will most likely contact you through DM's or asks to ask for more details separate from this post.

FORM:

1. What you would like?

:2. What style - freestyle, fan art, concept, comic, other (plz specify):

3. Is there a specific reference or face claim you want? If so, please attach

You will be contacted within a day for your request by myself with further details.

I also write fanfictions and original stories!

The year is 1956, and the newly formed Avengers have a new set of heroes. A ragtag group that showed rather promising evidence when Captain America and Iron Man found them in the lower levels of New York. Natasha Romanoff, a former Red Room operative, around 23 years old. Clint Barton, an excellent archer from America but a little questionable with his checkered past. Around 28. Sam Wilson, good guy, just distant. Pretty young as well. And lastly, someone who never gave his name, but Natasha introduced him as Winter. Not even Tony Stark could tell his age. His metal arm and familiar stance makes Captain America do some digging…

detective!au for Marvel, set in the 1950's

Addie Jeannes is an avid Marvel fangirl, not quite stereotypical, but has the average Marvel man crush, patent pending. Her top pick is the famous Steve Rogers, better known as Captain America, practically a perfect gentleman and seriously good looking. But then her first day of college comes along and she takes the bus for the first time to the university. Its when she gets off the bus, she has stepped back in time, all the way back to 1939, a few years before the second world war begins. She’s very out of place in her modern clothes and slang, but thanks to a young man named Bucky, she soon learns her way around the large town of Brooklyn. But who would have guessed she would also meet the love of her life in Steve Rogers, Bucky’s best friend. Only during the worst event she has ever experienced does she understand who she was really chasing.

time travel slow burn au, currently being posted on Tumblr as well!

written for @the-superoriginal (hi!)

Absolute best friends:

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[theworldibuilt4you]

[Addie's cries had turned to fading hiccups as Sonny spoke, their eyes focused on the back wall as they listened sorrowfully, but something about the last half struck them as odd.]

Wait. D-did you not... See... Any of that...? Aagh, I-I didn't realize...!

[They tangled their fingers into their hair. Here they were rambling all these random details, and Sonny wasn't even there for the context...]

...

It... It was the user that attacked Casey. That was going to take out Owl. Erica, was her name, and broken... Is an understatement.

[They shuddered, recalling the harrowing sounds of the child's wails. The things she said. The sight of her face.]

E-everyone was suddenly forced to play these old flash games - at least, I thought it was everyone - and it felt like we were being t-toyed with before... our death sentence.

[Fresh tears began to form, their hiccups increasing in frequency as they got worked up again.]

Sh-she wanted to get rid of... "competition" with Kinito. So, she was g-gonna kill everyone, a-and she was getting so mad...

You know the worst part? She was just like me; just a scared little kid that only wanted to stop being hurt all the time! But she seemed jealous of me just because I'm older? Me??

[Addie scoffed in pure disbelief, a tremor taking over their hands.]

I don't think that's something to be very envious about. To get kicked around for an extra decade. To blight the world for a handful more years.

I'm not even supposed to exist. I was found in the trash, did you know that? I-I don't even know why I'm still here...

[They broke down all over again, an aching despair stabbing deep in their heart.]

Persevering... like a cancer...

-Addie

[Sonny had sat trying to pick out any helpful details from what Addie was saying. Erica... Erica, Erica, it... it sounded vaguely familiar. He's heard that name once before, perhaps a decade or two ago..]

[Vaguely, distantly- It's a name that brings a feeling to him that he can only describe in one word. "Omen."]

[But none of that mattered to him- It all slipped from his mind once the other's self deprecating words fell upon his ears. It... strained him. Concerned him beyond all belief.]

"...F-Oxqbe.."

[He didn't know what to say... He didn't know if there was anything he could say... This almost felt uncharacteristic of them, but he knew better. This was just what was being held back, under the surface.]

[It was frightening to him, having words that sounded like they should have been spilt from his own lips parroted back at him]

[Is this how he sounded to them, too..?]

"Frxvx.... Mg fbsyg ueihywzhe Alqns... Xbg't... Lbs'h sbn diej gul luku yvcazs iotin fhmmbss C yhvm."

[He takes in a breath.]

"Nt sbn mcfy py n vavpjf, u gnmwe, yvya zrwj bwnu fe... Xrwgcfm aa n hohpxr lbjg, uaw fqtmh fvde prqz nb xxqfy... Ohq vhwxj cog mhwfj hbnm wzvyvy nzaqaxh sbn."