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ground-riot-jack · 4 years

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Buzzed

kei tsukishima x reader

authors note: uh enjoy pls cause i did :)) also this is mostly unedited so there’s prolly hella mistakes. happy thanksgiving thooo love you guys

not my gif!! also 18+ ONLYYYY

warnings: uh oh where to start// weed use. mentions of being high, NSFW, daddy link, choking, overstimulated, degradation, little bit of praise, thigh fucking, finger sucking :)))

summary: basically you’re high with tsukki and yall fuck but he’s a asshole dom

smoking with tsukishima was a blessing. You’d sit in the warm sun, passing back a blunt between you, talking and laughing through shallow coughs. Your favorite part was the aftermath. You’re both lazy and slightly high with no plans for the day. You’d both lay in bed spooning with a warm buzz on your body, ready to take a nap. Life was perfect in this moment.

You find something easy to watch on your TV, sound low and quiet, mixing with Tsukishimas breaths behind your ear.

You could tell your boyfriend wasn’t quite ready to fall asleep though. You could feel him grip your hips just a tad tighter and his hips lightly pushing against your backside, matching the speed of the feathery kisses Tsukki placed on the back of your neck and jaw.

Usually, you’d be able to hold yourself together and show some restraint, but you can’t help but clench your thighs, scooting forward slightly to escape the smal grinds.

“tsukki stop, m’tryna watch”

“fine, then watch”

You’d tried your best to continue watching and pay attention to whatever was currently playing but you were always distracted but a smooth deep thrust from Tsukki. You could feel his dick growing with every thrust, getting heavier and heavier on your ass and mind. Tsukki may be an asshole, but he certainly made up for it when y’all were pressed skin to skin. You can’t recall a single time your boyfriend let you leave his bedroom without shaky legs, he was just so good at using his dick. It didnt help that he was naturally blessed with a long cock, a slight curve that scraped out your insides every other night. It was so pretty you couldn’t help but think about it. all. the. time.

The jerk in your boyfriend took control and you heard him curse before hooking his thumbs into your pants and underwear, yanking them down as quickly as possible. You whine at the cool air now able to reach your most sensitive areas. You were still debating whether or not you wanted to beg Tsukkis forgiveness and have him fuck you, or let him wear himself out until you both fall asleep. You didn’t dare look back as you heard him push his sweats down his gorgeous thighs. You braced yourself for him to enter your cunt as you heard him spit into his hand and pump himself while he stared down at you. But as you feel him guiding his cock along your pussy, he slides over your clenching entrance and settles for the warmth of your squished and now slightly slick thighs.

Tsukishima wasted no time in setting a quick pace, with a thigh grip on your hip, he treated your soft thighs like his personal fleshlight. The more he thrusted, the more dampness collected between the two of you, so much so you could hear his dick being sucked into your thighs. You bit your lip to keep from whining when you felt his tip nudge your clit. Then it happened again, and again and repeatedly until all you could think about was Kei shoving your face into the mattress and rocking your world.

“want you daddy, please” you’d cry out, not being able to focus on the TV in front of you. You now fully focused on the fingers digging into your hips and the puffs of air leaving his mouth. Then you heard a low growl come from behind you.

“oh now you want me? you were just so focused on your little video. I’m taking care of myself since you didn’t wanna be a good obedient slut, so while i’m fucking your messy thighs you can sit and whine like a bitch in heat”

Kei always knew exactly what to say to get you whimpering and squirming on top of him, it was a special talent of his. Not only could his words turn you on beyond comprehension, they tuned you into exactly what he wanted you to be, his dirty slut. Your next words tumble out of your mouth before you can stop them.

“Please daddy, need you to fuck me. I can feel your cock rubbing against me. please please daddy, you always fuck me so good, fuck me so deep every time daddy, wanna be your good slut, wanna make you cum” you’d cry out, pushing back against him and arching your back

Tsukki grips your jaw and twists your head to look at him, “do you even hear the slutty words coming out of your filthy mouth huh? begging for my cock like a desperate slut? you’re fucking addicted to this cock aren’t you?” he slams into you in one go, making you grip onto his arm. “pathetic, you’re so fucking needy for daddys cock in your cunt, you’re dripping”

He immediately sets a rough pace, his long fingers digging into your hips and jaw. He’s got you pulled against his chest real close and you can barely hear your own moans over Keis groans and your skin slapping and pussy squelching. It’s beautifully nasty and it’s making you lose your mind. You mentally searching for an anchor to ground yourself in the realm of existence the duck is just THAT good.

You turn your head mouth open and looking for the finger on your cheek, sucking on his middle finger to muffle your screams. It nearly send Tsukki over the edge and he roars lowly in your ear.

“What? My cock not enough slut? Need daddy to fill your other holes?” He laughs mockingly, shoving two fingers down your throat. He kisses your temple as you choke and gargle around his long slender fingers, his knuckles are pressing against the top of your throat and his finger tips are nearly down your trachea.

“...frease yathy...” you gargle around tsukkis fingers, you’re not even sure you fully understand what you’re saying.

“what’s that baby? speak up? cant understand you when you babble” He pulls his fingers out until nothing but the finger tips remains on your lips, spit hanging in strings around your mouth and drool byline at the corners.

“please daddy, feels so good, wanna cum” you all but sobbed

“my little slut wants to cum? alright baby, hold on” Tsukki growls, he wrapped his left arm around your torso while his other hand pushed your head away from him as leverage, slamming into you as hard and fast as he possibly can. You’re screaming and cumming and crying and shaking and it’s all so much but it’s soooo good and you think for a moment you’ll be able to catch your breathe as his thrusts slow down and he pulls out of you.

Then you’re being flipped on your back and tsukishimas dick is being slammed back into you at an angle, automatically hitting that spot that rips a screech from your throat and causing your village to blur.

“look at my baby, fucked so stupid she can’t even stop crying” Tsukki coos, licking at your tears and kissing the apple of your cheeks.

“Love you daddy” You whine in a voice that has tsukki sitting up, dragging your hips into his lap.

“awe is daddy’s cock all you can think about sweetheart? my dumb little slut, taking me so well like the fuck toy you are”

“Yea daddy, i’m your good fuck toy.” You babble drunkenly. Tsukishima absolutely Loved you like this, pretty eyes red and slightly puffy, you’re shedding tears but smiling. you’re so cock drunk you’d agree with nearly anything he said as long as he was the one saying it. Your body mostly limp except for the small shivers that run through.

“Yea baby? What else? Tell daddy how you like to be treated slut,” He pops a quick slap on your bouncing chest, causing you to jump. He wanted to see how far your take this.

“daddy’s cocksleeve, so deep, daddy’s good little slut....good slut....” You recount all your favorite insults your boyfriend spews at you while your fucking. Tsukki has never been quiet during sex, nearly as long as y’all have been having sex, he’s been spewing dirty insults at you.

At your confession, Tsukki fucks into you harder and faster, causing you to tense up. His tip is slamming into your cervix and you feel like your being split in half.

“S’too deep, too much daddy” you whine, hips bucking to gain some relief.

“It’s too much? Do you think I fucking care? You said it yourself baby, you’re my cocksleeve so i’m gonna fuck you until i’m done, i don’t care how many times you gush and cream around me, i’m gonna fuck you unconscious if i wanna.”

“Yes daddy, please” Tsukki doesn’t think you even know what he just said, but he smiles and grips your throat anyway.

“You didn’t lie did you slut? You said you were my good fuck toy, you know how I feel about lying sluts?” A growl tore through his chest as he continued fucking into your body.

“No daddy, i’m a good slut, your fuck toy. want your cum daddy” You cry. Tsukki loosens the grip on your throat to listen to your fucked out babbles.

He nearly loses his mind as he watches your much smaller hand move around until it grabs his own from your hip, licking his lips as you drag it to your lower belly, pushing his palm down.

“Want you to cum here daddy, can feel you” You look into tsukkis eyes and he nearly whines himself at the slutty yet happy look in your eyes. He pushed down more, feeling the tip of cock press against his own hand, groaning he shoved into you one last time, spilling his seed as deep into your body as he can,

“feel me in your tummy baby? good fucking girl, milking me dry. you want my babies don’t ya sweet girl?” Tsukki ruts into you to make sure you’ve got every last drop. He may be a mean dom but he’s always so sweet to you when he’s cumming, something about his orgasm makes him spread praise like it’s his job.

His orgasam suck one from you, causing you to squirt all over your boyfriends covered torso.

“look at this mess slut, it’s okay. I’ll clean it up this time, next time you’re getting punished” Tsukki speaks plainly, plopping a kiss in your forehead as he pulls out, heading to the bathroom to get some things to clean you with.

#tsukishima smut #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu smut #haikyuu tsukishima #tsukishima kei #tsukki x y/n #tsukki x reader #tsukki smut

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yasuda-anis · 3 years

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A Blessing for a Friend

One of my first released works for Anis, I wanted to give something to a friend of mine. To @writer-and-artist27, Vy I’m glad to have met you and I love your stories. I hope we can keep being friends for a long time.

As for what I listened to while I wrote this it’s Wonderful Future or Prekasno Daleko. Just cause I really like it and the mood got me excited. May your future be bright.

The heavy smell of bread blew into Anis’ face, fogging her glasses in a few seconds. It seemed that despite all the enchantments that Medea and others had placed on them for protection and preventing them falling off, some things could just never be avoided. Anis waited a few seconds for them to clear up, enjoying the rich scent of vanilla and almost drooling. But it was important that the last part be done right.

If she messed this up, the whole thing would lose more than half the impact. But the heat coming out of the oven was still intense enough that she hesitated reaching in, even with her gloves and apron. “Need a hand there Master?” A cheerful voice called out behind her before a large heavy paw settled on her shoulder. It was a familiar feeling, but something she hadn’t felt for a while.

“Thanks Tamamo,” Anis sighed as she stepped aside. “I’ve been out of the kitchen for a long time so-” “No problem, no problem Master!” She grinned as her tail whapped her master gently. “I see you when you come to eat everyday so I do see you. But this is certainly something new.”

Back in the days of Chaldea… that was - never mind. When she had first arrived Tamamo had been there for her. Making sure she ate, making sure she had someone to talk to, and more importantly, being there for the warmth Anis had been missing. Back then, Anis would always stop by at least once a week to be with her- to talk, be pampered, spar, or just to get some motivation. It had been some time since Anis had come back to see her. Cat had come to visit herself mainly. But that was enough of that. “It’s a bit of a special occasion,” Anis confessed, breathing in the warmth from the tray Tamamo passed under her. “I really wanted to do something for her.” The fresh pastry was then quickly flipped over into a small basket, the smell of vanilla a bit more muted now. Cat moved over to bring over the picnic basket and pack in plates, utensils and some drinks. Anis put on her gloves- made out of materials she was sure a regular mage would kill her for- and reached into a small box to pull out small clay figurines. She then cut small holes into the pastry and inserted them, quickly closing up the holes with nata. The figures had been a group effort between her, Medea, and Nito. Making them heat resistant and non toxic had been a bit trick, but according to Medea the materials were easy enough to come by. “All ready here!” Tamamo saluted with feral glee. “Now! Quickly before that other cat burglar comes in!” Anis had factored in anyone coming in to try and steal it. But even the best laid plans need to adapt quickly, she thought as she wrapped it up in cloth and shut it in the basket. But alas, the smell, however faint, still escaped the basket. She would have to hurry. Or else…

“I’m off then! I’ll be back later!” Aniis yelled as she started moving quickly to the door. She could run. But the chances she could trip weren’t her main concern. Gotta act natural. I have an important appointment! But too fast and they’ll catch on!

Tamamo waved her away with a handkerchief, calling out all sorts of fun jokes at her. Anis waved back and went off the hallway.

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The hallways of Novum Chaldea were packed. The early days of an empty Chaldea faded in the first months, and Anis was used to wandering both in her old Chaldea and in this one like a metro station. Staff and servants moved in their flows- the main speed being kept except for a few who were assumed to just be beyond reprimand. Anis would normally be a patient walker, her pace easily adjusted to suit whoever she was walking with. Today though she wove and dashed through the flow, trying to minimize her impact by calling out warnings to those ahead.

Excuse me!

Pardon me!

Sorry!

Hi!

Sorry, a bit busy!

No problem, just gotta go!

Not right now thanks!

Oops! You good? I’ll make it up to you later!

Sadly though, the kids had caught her. As she expected. The child servants were always on top of any delicious snacks and treats in the base before the other two threats of Jaguar, who would demand them, and Ibaraki, who would never bother to ask and just take it. I lost 5 minutes to negotiations, but hopefully I can still make it on time! The kids had realized quickly what the occasion was, but demanded an equal treat and participation in one of their tea parties. Apparently, Mori was hosting this one as his first foray into western tea ceremony.

But there it was! The door to Vy’s room! With one of her servants waiting out front as usual. Today it happened to be Emiya and Artoria, or Art as Vy called her. The pair had been chatting in front of the door before noting Anis, a bit winded, approached them.

“Hello there you two,” Anis panted, checking inside the basket to make sure nothing had spilled. “Is she back yet?”

Opening the basket had apparently been a mistake, since the culinary duo immediately caught onto what sort of treat Anis had brought and smiled. “She is not back yet, but if what you brought tastes as well as it smells I should believe my master will enjoy it,” Arotria smiled, her gentle gaze clearly showing her desire to try some as well.

“It’s been a while since I smelled something like this. Is that-” Emiya approached, starting to reach out to the basket.

Anis flinched back, covering the basket with her free hand. “Sorry about that, it’s best as a surprise ya know? Don’t worry though, it’s meant to be shared.”

Artoria nodded. “Indeed. You should learn to be patient like me. After all, Miss Anis has told us quite clearly it was meant as a surprise for all of us.” A letter had gone out to Vy’s main servants last week, indicating that on her birthday, they should split into two teams- one to distract Vy, and one to stand guard and prepare the room. Anis had barely made it to the room before the deadline.

Anis held out the basket to Emiya, until he took it with both hands. “I’ll just leave this with yall then and head off after telling her-”

“Telling me what?”

“YA!” Anis yelled and stomped her foot hard to prevent from accidentally swinging her elbow towards the voice. A very bad habit that had been the sad result of both martial arts training and poor nerves.

“Eeep! I-I’m sorry Aqui! I didn’t mean to scare you like that…” Vy mumbled, wrapping her arms around herself. “It’s been a while since we saw each other, so-”

Anis breathed out, trying to relax. “It’s fine- fine” Anis breathed out again, her heart rate returning to normal. “Happy birthday Vy.”

She said it in the gentlest tone she had. Because it was her. One of the kindest souls she’d ever met, and deserved all the respect and charity the world had in return. Even Anis’ servants would treat her kindly and take time to chat with her from time to time.

“Thankie Aqui,” she smiled back in the way that had made her so warm to all she met. “What's that? It smells delicious~” “Hold on there little sparrow,” Robin grinned as he put a hand on her shoulder, earning a small pout from her. “I think we should all go inside and get the full surprise right?” Anis nodded, glad to not disappoint. “We came up with a nice little thing for you Vy!” Anis smiled, something she wasn’t too familiar with, but she was glad her tone at least matched the mood. “I wanted to give you something as thanks for what you’ve given me and others here. And sorry to say, I won’t take no for an answer.” “Muuuu. This better not be something too big Anis.” _________________________

It was a simple affair. Anis had simply planned to leave the gift after explaining, but Achilles and Emiya had forced her to take a seat at the table. Apparently, she had a responsibility to see it through to the end. The cake sat at the center of the table- a Rosca de Reyes, a delicious pastry in the shape of a round loop topped with concha sugar in vanilla, chocolate and strawberry. There were also some fruits as well, but only on half of the cake since Anis didn’t care for them.

The main gift though was the act of cutting the cake, Anis explained. “See, this is technically a celebration cake that’s eaten either on christmas, or on the actual feast day in January,” Anis explained as she passed the knife to Vy on the opposite side of the table.

“Let me get that for you,” Robin said as he started to reach out for the knife only to have Anis give him the look she usually gave those who started deviating from the rules in board games.

“The main thing is cutting it, Robin, so she needs to choose what part she wants and cut it herself,” Anis explained, tapping the cake. “It’s not just a cake you know, it’s a game.”

Vy tilted her head and squinted at the cake. “A… game? Like, with rules?”

“Not that kind of game,” Anis chuckled as she waited for Vy to grip the knife. “See, it’s about making choices and seeing if you get lucky.” Vy still looked a bit confused, but eventually started cutting into the Rosca, the rich smell leaking out with each cut.

Crshh!!

“W-what was that?!” Vy pulled the knife out and looked inside the cut. “Is there food inside too? But it was so hard?”

“Got one already?” Anis asked, a bit surprised at the game starting off so quickly. “I tried to mix up the placement, but with your good fortune it makes sense you’d hit it off on your first try. Make your next cut for now, okay? But only cut as much as you can eat.”

So Vy, still a bit confused, cut again, and hit something she couldn’t cut again. The look on her face though was more of curiosity and interest though, which helped relax Anis a bit. She held out a small spatula and Robin took it to lift her piece out, pulling a bit hard to separate the piece, revealing-

“What the? Is that?” Robin asked, not entirely sure of what had just happened.The other servants were all mostly curious as well, leaning forward to see.

A small blue bird’s head poked out from the left side of the slice, the rest of its body supposedly buried inside. On the right side though, was a small tile with a flower motif that fell onto the plate with a small clink. Vy picked it up and looked it over. The small white ceramic tile was two sided- a lily on one side and a lotus on the other.

“Two prizes so far Vy! Congrats!” Anis clapped, excited to see the reactions of surprise. “The game is meant to be that each person has a chance to find a prize and get good luck! I kinda adjusted it though and just made plenty of small prizes so every one of y'all could get something. So please, go ahead and enjoy it.”

Vy and the other servants started to get excited and began to cut their own slices to find prizes. A large variety of small figures and decorated tiles came out- a miniature crystal horse, a golden chariot, a lion cub, a golden ram, even a miniature Fou! The cake wasa soon gone and the figures were gathered in front of the empty plates, with Vy enjoying the rising atmosphere.

She deserves it honestly. She’s been working hard to take care of so many people. I just gotta give back something. Anis knew how late Vy stayed up at times- both working and because of stress. She also knew from how Fujino treated her that there were obviously more details about her past that shouldn’t be approached. But the unconditional love her servants had for her… Honestly, it made her a bit jealous. But that was fine. She had her own servants she cared for and could rely on. And a fellow master who she could always count on to hear a lovely tune sung or performed. A wonderful flower that bloomed once in the ice and now again in the sea.

Thank you for being born Vy. I’m glad to have been able to meet you. And more so that you could consider me a friend. May you overcome all your hardships, and keep your kindness forever.

#mastersona Anis #A gift #my first long writing attempt!#Sorry I couldn't proofread it #I wanted it to be a surprise #I hope you like it though #Vy #Happy birthday

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btswishes · 3 years

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Love me for who I am now

Bucky x Reader ( Chapter 4)

Previous / Next (5)

Summary: You apply for the Stark internship and end up getting it, so now you have 5 months to make a good impression to continue working with the Avengers.

A/N: Ok. I think I need to calm down with the descriptions a bit. They might be a bitt too much for everything. Good thing this is an experiment and a challenge for my damn bratty authors block. Sorry for any mistakes made, hope you enjoy it even a tiny bit.

Tag list: @vicmc624

Word count: 3,305

Warmings: fights, harsh language, not part of the original MCU

Y/N- Your name

Y/L/N- Your Last Name

40s Vocabulary:

killer diller - the best, amazing

grandstand - show off in a boastful manner

snap your cap - get angry

flip your wig - lose your temper, lose control

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The compound was overthrown by silence, such a sweet melody combined with the sound of the nightly creatures, passing by at such heights. One would be surprised at what could even survive up here, at least the city was just a distant presence. The clock hit 12 as you closed the door of the lab behind yourself. After tiding up you decided to brush over some stuff, ending up just doing 3 more hours of work. Steve wouldn’t be happy to find out you did exactly what he expected.

Your feet tiptoeing snuck around the halls, making sure no one noticed or got woken up by you. No sound came out, not even by your breath. You were expecting to see the glimmer of light from at least 2 rooms, but apparently no one was up. Palm against the metal of the door, it slid open ever so silently as its owner.

“Ah~…” you let out a deep breath, letting your body sink onto the bed- work books and empty laptop bag on the covers under your right hand. Replenishing the oxygen, you took in the smell of the sheets. A mix of fresh, crisp mountains with a hint of floral tones.

Knock knock

Your head came up first, allowing the guest access to your room, before pushing half your body up with hands firmly pressed into the bedding. The hissing sound of the door revealed a head pocking from the side, illuminated slightly by the dim lighting coming from inside.

“Am I bothering?” the female voice asked

“Um no, actually I just came from the lab.” You explained, beginning to identify the owner of the rich voice slowly

“Come over to my room then.” blunt and direct, a woman that never beat around the bush. Something you wanted to be able to do as well sometimes

“Nat!” another sweet note flew into your room, rapidly cutting off the residual command “You are supposed to ask her if she wants to come, not demand. She could be tired.”

“Oh come on.” Natasha looked back at the second companion, reading her a lecture in the corridor “She can say no.” with the corner of her eye she was indirectly actuating you in her favor. Agent habits die…well - never.

“ I am a night owl so if you don’t mind I would love to join you.” Still whispering in case someone woke up, you were pulled out from your room by the two women. It felt like a blink of an eye when you found yourself cross-legged on the soft mattress. The situation was not expected and very much tense for you. Soft tapping sounds of rain filled the room, creating a cozy ambiance. Natasha was leaning onto her elbow - body sideways, while Wanda was completely laying onto her stomach- both looking at you.

“Relax.” Natasha tapped your shoulder. It felt almost like magic when your body did exactly that, well maybe it was since Wanda’s hand flashed a bit. I don’t think anyone would complain about the sudden stress relieve. Compared to your pretty empty living quarters this place showed the years spend. The color of the wall was a warm light tone of dark amber. Combined with the wooden style furniture and small knickknacks, it had a warm cabin like feeling - welcoming. You did not regret coming here at all, now that you were situated. And the rain, the light drops just added so much to this, almost like you were on vacation in the woods and star-gazing with your closest friends.

“So, how did it go with Mr. Always Grumpy?” Wanda uttered below you, attention spilling out of her very existence

“Bucky?” you asked strings pulling a nod from both of them “Thought so.” sighing, your elbows dug into the soft cover supporting your upper body “ He just threw a tantrum that ended up with him almost choking me out on the spot and not in the good way. Fixed his arm though. ”you added proud of the last sentence

“Wait, wait.” Natasha swung her hands side to side in front of her face in disbelieve “He let you fix his shoulder? No, no let me rephrase that. James Buchanan Barnes let you touch him? Someone he doesn’t know?”

“How?” Wanda sat up in a split second, making the bed shift a bit from the kinetic energy applied to it

“Simple.” Your pointer finger flung up positioned between your eyebrows, before pointing at the two women “Treat him like a moody antisocial child.” A wide evil smirk tugged from side to side onto your lips “ I just told him that if he doesn’t get it fixed he will be a burden on the next mission. For someone trying to erase his past by doing good deeds and being useful, this was like a jab to his ego.”

“That…” Wanda’s fingers wrapped around her chin, letting her sink in thought “…that makes a lot of sense honestly. I would have never come up with that.”

“Enough about fossil number 2.” Natasha clapped her hands “Since we will be neighbors from now on, let’s go around and do a short introduction happy campers.”

“I will go first.” Wanda rose her hand beginning “Wanda Maximoff here, your teammate living right in front of you.”

“You can just call me Nat, no need for formalities, Captain’s orders.” She joked

“I mean for me just Wanda is ok.”

“I guess the introduction is directed more towards me.” A giggle rung out “ Y/N Y/L/N, studying in Stark University with a very weird past, that I can’t explain to myself either. Your new neighbor and teammate from what I can gather. Pleasure to make -“ too formal you thought to yourself, it was time to let go a bit “Nice to meet yall.”

You found yourself getting along with the girls much faster than with anyone else in the compound. Maybe it was because you didn’t have an awkward first confrontation with any of them or a choking one.

“By the way.” You lured them back with your voice “Tony said something about me using the gym. What’s all that about? ”

The two turned to each other questioning for a moment, before deciding that it wouldn’t hurt to know what Tony was mixing in his little pot of mischief – had to get used to it sooner or later.

“He is testing an Avengers new generation program on you.” Nat concluded from their numerous conversations about you prior to your arrival or, as a matter of fact, even your application acceptance “The gym is for well, to make sure you don’t die on missions.”

“Ok, hol’ up hol’ up.” Your eyes squeezed shut when your hands waved air side to side “Not only am I a ‘build an avenger’ type of deal, but I will be going on missions?!”

Their non verbal agreement pulling a deep and already exhausted sigh out of you. It hadn’t even began and your muscles were in pain. You got yourself in this mess, you kind of wanted it so no backing down now. Your pride wouldn’t let you.

The rest of the night was filled with jokes, snarky comments about the men in the compound. Natasha had dirt on almost all of them with the occasional help of Wanda. The three troublesome birdies soon fell asleep each in her own corner of the bed, till later in the night when you huddled up. The window in Natasha’s room was the main culprit causing you to ball one next to the other.

Light slowly creeping into the common room and welcoming the men stumbling early for a cup of coffee - drowsy and very much looking like bird nests. Tony dressed in his fancy pjs was quick in his preparations, while Sam and Steve were still waiting next to the bubbling machine, on each side of it. Arms crossed, pressed against firm muscles and fighting the sleep.

“Morning early birds.” Tony teased Sam when Bucky’s heavy steps passed behind the playboy. He looked the most awake and ready for a mission out of everyone. Steve pulled out a couple of mugs and poor the hot dark liquid, passing 2 out to his buddies.

Peace covered them like a comfort veil, sips frequently reminding that time was indeed still flowing and not paused. Boredom began crawling up their spines, when Bruce’s emerging presents lit them up. The need for some vibrancy was soaking into the air.

“What is up with the serious atmosphere?” he asked grabbing one of the cups resting on the bar.

“Something is missing here.” Sam pushed his lips to the side speaking of things everyone noticed “It’s...too quiet.”

“F.R.I.D.A.Y.?” Tony released his grip on the mug, resting it on the table

Yes Sir?

“Where are the rest of us?”

If you are speaking of Miss Maximoff, Miss Romanoff and Miss Y/L/N they are still in bed.

“I know I buy the best beds, but this is a bit too much.” Tony got up and walked over to Wanda’s room, knocking on the door. He waited for an answer, but none was given. His head pocked in just for his eyes to be met with emptiness.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y. where are they?” Tony stomped over to your room, which was in the same condition maybe a bit emptier since you were a new arrival

In Miss Romanoff’s room Sir.

“All of them?” Steve pushed his hips off the counter, tall figure stalking after Tony.

Yes Sir.

The door slid open and Steve almost choked out a loud laugh at the sight. The three of you were cuddled up like stray cats trying to keep warm during the cold winter days, waiting for an owner to come and pick you up. Hands pushing his lips closed, Steve snuck in closing the open window. As simple as the action was it released a calming moan from one of you, the space already getting warmer.

“I don’t have the heart to wake them up.” Bruce announced with a cheerful whisper

“Yeah, keep them like that.” Sam pulled out his phone and started taking pictures

“What are you doing?” Bucky’s body leaning onto the doorframe, the newest member to this room-visit

“What does it look like tin can arm?” clicking sounds bouncing off the wall “Getting some dirt on Nat. The amount of blackmail material she has on me is too much.”

“Ok, you had your fun bird brain.” Bucky grabbed Sam’s hand and pulled the phone way from your resting figures, specifically you.

“Calm down you two.” Steve tried to pull them away and out of the small space

“What got your panties twisted?” Sam’s body stood up confidant, clenching the muscles being wrapped by the cold vibranium plates “The Winter Soldier look is showing on that smug face of yours.” The dark glistening skin pushed closer to Bucky as he was almost picking a fight “ Shit, if I didn’t know better I would say someone was whispering them trigger words of yours.”

Sam finally had something to use for revenge, but this whole righteous behavior of Bucky was spoiling his fun. The rest of the guys felt the pressure accumulating around the menacing men “Zhelaniye and Semnadtsat something like that right? Oh wait that is right~...Wakanda whipped your ass clean.” The awful Russian accent awoke Natasha, but feeling the heavy air she decided to wait her time to get those pictures back. Sly one.

The words were loud enough for everyone to wait for Bucky’s reaction.

“Rzhaviy or some shit li-“ the word crept inside your ear together with the sentence beforehand. Your left hand decided that the position it was in wasn’t comfortable anymore, swinging your left foot in the opposite direction. Hands pushing off the bed with a rough creek, let your left knee hook onto Sam’s neck – body hanging like a chain in front of him. Your fingers didn’t waste time to snake around his own calves pulling them up.

“Wha-!” Sam gasped when the heels of your feet pushed his shoulders back – head hitting the soft carpet with a loud thud and grunt. There was no time to take a breath for the poor man before your arms locked the air in his throat.

Natasha grabbed the phone quickly and deleted whatever she could find about herself, while everyone else sat stunned.

“I give- I give- up!” Sam tried squeezing the words out of his mind as he began tapping the floor and your elbow.

“I got the pics Y/N.”Nat waved the phone at you, but your hands began to tighten around his neck. Sam was starting to turn colors his skin wasn’t supposed to have.

“Y/N!” Bucky growled out loud and commanding, shacking up the whole room. It felt like a bubble popped from in front of you, body jolting at the voice.

“Ha?” your lips fell open as your body relaxed, letting Sam finally suck in so much ai,r the covers on Natsha’s bed almost went inside his mouth. Your jaw closed just so your throat could swallow a bit of spit seeing as it was feeling dry, before it opened back up. Sam’s body heat pulled your gaze down to him when you started to register the situation.

“Oh God!” you pulled away from him, apologies spilling out of you, too many in a second “I was sleepwalking again!”

Dumbfound, that was exactly the expression on everyone’s face hearing you say that. You were used to your nightly habits, even your family found it natural at this point.

“Usually when I have nightmares I either mumble or sleepwalk.” Trying to explain yourself didn’t change what everyone was feeling.

“OW!” Steve screeched out upon feeling Tony’s fingers pinch his arm

“I am not dreaming am I? You all saw that too.” He felt Cap swat his hand away sending a warm wave of pain through his limb

“Test it on yourself next time!” he hissed

“I call that sleep fighting not walking.” Bruce pitched in feeling left out “You are trying to tell us you are…used to this?” your head nodded, roughed up hair flying back and forth

“My mom calls them night terrors. Tried to get help for it, but I guess the only one who could help me was my uncle. One of the reasons why I spend so much time with him.” You grinned trying to get out of this mess as fast as possible with less casualties

“I am stopping this now.”Tony threw his hands in the air “I am not awake enough to deal with all this...and that tiny assassin.” You followed him hastily to the kitchen whipping yourself a cup of tea and flying over to one of the seats. The rest of the Avengers followed your stumbling figure out of the room – slow steps, a mix of amazement and confusion, pain for some. Sam sat on the couch pretty far from you, keeping quiet. Your eyes scanned the room waiting for someone to say something or to cut the thick atmosphere with a butter knife.

“Can I take Y/N over from Nat?” Steve was the hero in this moment . Tony waved his hand, swallowing his almost cold coffee

“Do what you want, I am not capable of decisions right now.” The screeching floor yelped under the chair’s feet. Sam followed Bucky out the room, after Tony announced his departure.

“Come with me kid.” Steve’s heavy yet warm hand fond your tense shoulder muscles. Your body jumped and followed the man like a small chick behind its mother. You ran to your room taking a quick shower, a dash of deodorant and putting on workout clothes. Washing yourself before sweating made no sense, but the warmth tended to relax you. Taking into consideration the amount of stress you were feeling for awhile now – it felt good.

The gym was maybe 3 levels before the floor you lived on, information revealed to you in the not so comfortable awkward ride with the elevator. The doors slid open unveiling a whole new world. Stylish…there is nothing you could say at this point but Tony owned it, it talked for itself. Steve told you to leave the duffle bag onto a bench and come to the equipment.

“Have you used any of these?” he pointed at the machines and you shook your head. You knew about them from youtube videos and maybe 1 or 2 gym visits, but saying up right being able to use them properly was questionable. “Ok, let’s start with a quick evaluation of your body’s capabilities.”

With the corner of your eyes you could see Bucky lifting an absurd amount of weights – super soldier let’s not forget that again. You started first with the bar without anything on it, before Steve began adding. You were struggling, which made him know when to stop piling stuff and changing the muscle groups. What felt like 2 hours later he gave you a small break, walking over to his friend to spot him.

A dust cloud swirled around the metal arm before the weights floated in the air. Once more finding yourself eyeing him head to toe – his arms were glistening from the sweat droplets forming onto them. The t-shirt was tightly clinging on his muscles like glue was applied to them previously. His hair fixed to patches of his lovable face. That untamed beard and ice blue eyes made his existence mirror that of a Greek God statue. Fingers tingling around your water bottle unknowingly wishing to touch him, before noticing Steve walking up to you – not before Bucky’s eyes met yours for a split second for who knows what time.

“He is a killer diller aint he.” The blonde snickered at your flushed face, being caught staring. Taking a quick drink from your bottle ,you stood up and threw it to Steve

“Grandstand.” you coughed out at the man leaving him stunned in place from what just erupted from your mouth “You coming?” you coaxed him successfully.

Aside from the small playful teasing Cap tried to play on you,F on his best friend’s back - training was though. He wasn’t going easy on you, ass hitting the floor one too many times for your liking. You could already feel the bruises coloring your skin a midnight blue with a hint of a bloody red.

“Time out!” puffing out the words with the last liter of air left inside your lungs “I-I can’t Steve.” The dull thudding sound your legs made hitting the mat echoed in the big gym. It was loud enough to wake up the dead.

“That is enough for today. You did surprisingly well. Don’t you think Mr. Grandstrand?” a towel flung on top of your head turning off the lights in your mind. With a trembling hand you pulled it off to look at the one and only Sergeant, looming over you. Steve’s words summoned a low groan from Bucky filled with annoyance.

“Hey now, don’t snap your cap.” A type of teasing only possible between friends gone through decades and countless near death situations. The towel was soft enveloped in a calming and nostalgic smell. Having gained some of your strength back, your palms pushed off the floor with a fling. For a moment your demeanor mirrored that of Steve, calmly tapping Bucky’s back and throwing him a playful look, that of years long pals.

“Come on cap, don’t tease him that much. He gonn’ flip his wig soon.” The sentence dripping with a heavy old school Brooklyn accent. No war could prepare them both for this one sided conversation they just witnessed.

“Did she just?” Bucky pointed at you, finger hovering in the direction of your disappearing body silhouette.

“I don’t know man.”

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INVERTEDVERSE sketches!

A little info: Ink, Blue, and Error are on one team. They don't have a name yet (and probably never will.) Nightmare somehow gets enough negative energy to change Dream into a negative soul, Negative!Dream, causing the multiverse to be drained of positive energy but positive energy still exsists thanks to places like Haventale. Negative!Dream mistakes Errored!Ink for his Ink, Errroed!Ink gave some tall tale about how Fertileworld Gaster (Ivy) changed him into a glitch and how he got split into two pieces. Errored!Ink tries to capture Ink, to "reunite" with him to become one soul. Errored!Ink and OG Ink share a soul, split into two, Errored!Ink has the right soul and Ink has the left soul.

Before I show them off, I'd just like to warn yall that they're all humans. The sketches are under the cut!

Because of Ivy, he doesn't glitch anymore. He's scared now because he thinks that people won't accept him anymore, regardless of how much Ink and Blue tell him that people will. Error is pretty serious but has a sense of humor when someone is feeling down. He got into mechanics for when he and his team are hunkering down. Error hates Errored!Ink with a passion, going as far as trying to kill him at one point. He has a red coat with gold stars on it, one small one on the front and one larger one on the back. His coat covers a blue shirt with a rib cage design sewed onto it. He wears fingerless gloves because he still sufferes from haphephobia, though he's getter better because of all the time he spends with Ink and Blue. His shoes are blue and pale pink tennis shoes, his socks are very soft as well. His pants are grey and very baggy. He can no longer use his strings with ease, he has to be experienceing strong emotions. When he does, his strings are yellow instead of blue. His relationship with Ink is a strong one, he and Ink are best friends. Error is very protective of Ink because he doesn't want him to be snatched away from him by Errored!Ink, causing Ink to get annoyed. Blue is an ally to Error, they're close enough to be friends but they still get on each others nerves a lot.

Inverted!Ink

Ink has the left half of the soul, the other half Is with Errored!Ink. His half soul is half covered in ink and is flipped upside down. He is very quiet, but is also very happy-go-lucky. He's also very messy. He can fall asleep very fast, 1-5 minutes at most. His hat Is a tan and dark brown bowler hat, his scarf is light brown, his coat is brown with gold cuffs and a gold badge sewn on. His pants are brown and his shoes match his coat, with gold rimming with matching gold badges to the one on his coat. He calls Errored!Ink "Imp" as an insul, but Errored!Ink took it to heart and now insists to be called that. Ink has a healthy relationship with Error, he and Error are best friends. Error can be overprotective sometimes, making Ink annoyed and then he tries to tell Error to stop, getting the two into an argument. He likes Blue, but he's not as close as he is with Error. He and Blue work really well together in combat. Ink gets annoyed at Blue when he yells at him for making a mess. Ink doesn't like Errored!Ink, but he doesn't hate him like Error does. Ink has a deep caring for Errored!Ink, since the two are kind of the same person. Ink likes Dream as a friend still, and got really mad when he found out that Nigthmare changed him into a negative soul. He was worried that Dream wouldn't be himself anymore. He hates Nightmare for what he did to Dream, and whenever they see each other, they're at each others throats.

Errored!Ink

Errored!Ink has the right half of the soul. It is glitched because Ivy used a means of glitching to take it from the unlucky person he took it from. He insists his name is "Imp" because Ink calls him that, though hardly anyone calls him that. Only Neagative!Dream calls him that not as an insult. Errored!Ink is very happy all the time, no matter the situation. He is in the verge of being considered a psycopath, but he's still sane enough to control himself. He is very Narcissistic. He could be considered another reason positive energy still exsists. His clothes are the same as Inks old ones, just inverted in color. His left eye is very glitchy for some unknown reason. His paints had no effect on him, so he threw them out and that caused him to go on the brink of insanity. The only reason why he hasn't lost it yet is because Ink still takes his. He likes almost everyone, except for Nightmare and Cross. He doesn't like Nightmare because he's full of negativity and he doesn't like Cross because he thinks he spends way to much time with Negative!Dream. He likes Nehative!Dream and Ink the most out of everyone. He likes Neagtive!Dream because he's really the only one he can talk to, Negative!Dream listens good. He and Negative!Dream are best friends. He likes Ink because he thinks Ink gave him a name, Imp, Ink has the other half of his soul, and Ink is a good "acrobat" (fighter). He doesn't realize that Nightmare and his gang and Inks team are fighting.

#INVERTEDVERSE #Invertedverse #Reshramlove1 #Reshramlove1ob #Inverted!Error #Error #Inverted!Ink #Ink #Imp #Errored!Ink #Negative!Dream #Dream #Inverted!Dream #Nightmare #Inverted!Nightmare #Cross #Inverted!Cross

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Torrential (Part 1/3)

Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: none.

Summary: When a summer thunderstorm hits Lebanon, a series of events unravels that leaves Dean surprised. As the storm rages on, it gives him a lot to think about.

A/n: the SPN taglist is still open! I hope yall enjoy this little series, and please tell me what you thought! (Gif credit goes to owner.)

Dean had lost track of how many hours he had been driving. If he was being completely honest, he began to lose track around hour three, which was right about the time you cranked up the volume on the music and began humming along. Though his eyes mainly stayed fixed on the road ahead, he would occasionally glance over at you, smiling at how content you looked.

Sam had stayed back for once at the bunker, leaving You and Dean to take care of the Vamp nest in Indiana. Of course, it was no problem to you. You quite liked spending time with Dean. He was funny and kind, and a breath of fresh air in a world gone almost completely sour. You were glad to call the Winchesters your friends, your family.

When the impala crossed over the Kansas border, wheels finally in the home stretch towards the bunker, that’s when the rain started, your gasp of excitement almost making Dean jump. As the miles ticked down, the rain only worsened, but for some reason your smile grew.

Through the hypnotic sound of the windshield wipers and the pelting rain, you leaned forward in your seat, letting out a content sigh, “ When was the last time it rained this hard?”

Dean drummed his fingers across the wheel, turning down the dirt road towards the bunker, “I’m not sure. Usually when it does rain, we can’t even hear it in the bunker. Why you askin?”

“I don’t know. I was just voicing my inner thoughts.” You shrugged.

As the impala came to a slow stop outside the bunker, Dean let out a groan. He was undoubtedly going to have to wash Baby again once the storm blew past. The dirt road up to the bunker was anything but smooth, and when it mixed with rain, the bottom half of the vehicle always ended up caked in mud.

“Oh, don’t be such a grump. I’ll help you wash the impala when the sun comes out.” You smiled, clearly understanding the reason behind his groan.

“But- but I just washed her.” Dean whined, head falling back in defeat as he shut off the car.

“Well that’s all on you, my guy.” You chuckled, suddenly throwing open the passenger side door and stepping out into the curtain of water. Dean watched with slight amusement and raised eyebrows as you slammed the door shut, but instead of covering yourself and running towards the dry sanctuary of the bunker, you stayed put, tilting your head skywards with a massive smile, eyes fluttering shut.

Ever since you were little, something about rain had always seemed magical to you. You weren’t sure what it was exactly, but each time you stepped out into it, it felt cleansing.

This was a summer rain too. It was warm and cool at the same time and made all the colors around you bolder. The trees looked more lush and green, and the air smelled like fresh earth and wet cement. Almost as if the water itself was reviving a healthy glow that you had long been waiting to return. The air felt fuller, and so did you as you took a deep inhale.

There was a distant mechanical whir as Dean rolled down the window, leaning over the seat “Y/N , what the hell are you doing?” His voice laced with amusement as he watched you.

You could feel the water collecting on your lashes and running down your face in small rivulets as you blinked, smile widening as you whipped around to look at him. He looked utterly confused by your action.

“What does it look like?”

Your had become completely soaked at this point, wet palms moving to thoroughly push back the strands sticking to your face, slicking them back with the rest of your hair.

“It looks like you’ve gone completely nuts.” He lightly chuckled, shaking his head. But as he watched you, he felt his heartbeat pick up, the rest of his words becoming lost as he watched you.

God, you looked beautiful, ethereal. Like you had stepped out of a feature film, your rain splashed face bright with a happiness he hadn’t seen in a very long time, lips shiny and looking like they were begging to be kis—

Dean quickly shook his head, trying to rid himself of the sudden thoughts. No. No. He couldn’t think of you like that. You were friends that was all. Yes, he only thought of you as a friend. Nothing else. purely. platonic. friends.

Sliding out of his own seat and into the warm downpour, he sucked in a breath, rounding the vehicle so he could open the trunk.

“Hey, do you need help unloading?” You suddenly called, already on route to him despite him having yet to respond.

Flipping open the trunk, Dean shook his head again, “Nah, it’s fine. I got it.”

“Nonsense, let me help.” You smiled, leaning over to grab at one of the duffel straps, slinging it over your shoulder.

Dean couldn’t help the soft smile on his face as he looked over at you, slamming the trunk closed and locking it, “I told you, it was fine.”

“I know, but I like helping. So deal with it.” You grinned, shifting to walk around the older Winchester.

That’s when things suddenly took a turn. You should have been paying more attention to the mud, because you took one slight misstep, and you slid, your feet practically shooting out from under you as you began a quick decent toward the ground. Your free hand quickly shot out, trying to grab on to the first thing it could find for stability.

“Oh Fuck!”

Unfortunately that happened to be the sleeve of Deans jacket, and before you could do anything about it, you were pulling him down with you, the two of you letting out a series of yells and curse words before hitting the earth with a couple loud groans.

And no, there was no oops I fell on top of you and now we are in a very awkward situation sort of ordeal. That did not happen. There was just a lot of mud and harsh landings. Nothing romantic about it.

“Smooth, Y/N . Real smooth.” Dean groaned, surrendering to the downpour as he lay on his back besides you. The small droplets kissing his face as he took in a breath.

“Dean, I am so sorry. I swear I didn’t mean to.” sucking in a breath, you paused, suddenly seeing the situation you had gotten yourself into.

And then you laughed. You didn’t mean to once again, but it just bubbled out. The whole situation was hilarious and within a matter of seconds, your whole body was shaking with laughter, tears mixing with the rain water running down your face. It only got better when Dean turned his head to shoot you a glare. But it didn’t last long because a smile slowly worked across his features, and then his own laughter escaped him, making you laugh harder.

“I really- I really am sorry!” You wheezed, attempting to push yourself into a sitting position. Palms lightly slipping on the mud beneath you.

“It’s fine. I should have seen it coming. I swear sometimes it’s like you have two left feet.” He mocked, slowly sitting up next to you and turning his head.

His smile never fading as he took you in. Your clothes were now caked in mud, as was some of your hair. your face also smeared with wet earth. But it didn't seem to bother you. You were still beaming. Eyes still bright, and laughing so hard that you held a smile that out shined the sun.

God, you were beautiful.

“I mean, your not wrong.” You laughed, pulling Dean back out of his thoughts. For a split second he thought you had read his mind, but then he remembered what he had said, letting out a slight sigh or relief.

“Yeah, you kinda look like a drunk giraffe sometimes.” He teased, hoping it would help mask the sudden reddening in his cheeks. Your mouth dropped open in mock disapproval, fresh rivulets of rain water dripping from your open lips.

“Oh, you’re gonna regret saying that, Winchester.” You smile turning into a menacing grin as you raised your hand.

“Y/N, Y/N don’t you dare-“ Dean warned, eyes widening as he tried to scoot away, but his retreat ultimately failed when you slowly pressed a muddy hand to his face, smearing dirt over his features. He couldn't help but suck in a breath.

You look so happy, and Dean almost believes its a dream. The rain continues to fall, conjuring sweet patterns on your skin as it begins to wash away the mud, and god he just wants to lean over and kiss you. Taste the rain on your lips and silence your laughter. How could a simple thing from nature make you look so beautiful?

“Dean?”

“Hmm?” He cant find proper words, not when your rendering him speechless like this.

“As much as I’m enjoying this, we should probably head inside.” Giving him one more smile, you brought yourself to your feet, extending a hand to help him up from the wet earth. Even with wet, muddy palms, he can feel the softness of your hand, gripping him and pulling him upwards, and he doesn’t want to let go.

And then Dean’s mentally slapping himself. He shouldn’t be thinking like this. He doesn’t want to taint his friendship with you . . . But your making it damn near impossible with your contagious laugh and bright smile.

“Yeah, yeah. That would probably be a good idea.” He nodded, picking up the duffel he had dropped and following you down the steps towards the bunker door.

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An hour later, Dean finds himself absentmindedly pacing the library, hair still damp from the shower he took to get the mud off. You're undoubtedly tucked away in your room, curled up with a good book or listening to music, getting some much needed rest.

“Okay, dude. What is going on with you?” Sam sighed, pushing his laptop closed and giving his brother his full attention. He had been watching Dean practically wear tracks into the wood floor from his pacing over the last ten minutes, and it was beginning to drive him up the walls.

Dean paused, startled by the sudden voice as he looked up, brushing his hands through his hair, “What? Nothings going on. I’m fine. Totally, and completely fine. “ he breathed.

“Yeah, sure. Wanna try that again?”

“I told you, Sam. I’m fine!”

“You’re thinking about Y/N aren’t you?” Sam mused, leaning forward on his elbows with a raised eyebrow.

“Why- why would I be thinking about Y/N? I’m not think about Y/N. That’s . . . That’s crazy talk!” He huffed, trying hard to deny it.

“Wow, you are a terrible liar. I literally saw you walk down those steps an hour ago, watching her like she just hung the stars themselves. Admit it. You like her.”

Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.

“I . . . I don’t!”

“Try again, Dean.” Sam sighed, making the older brother wince.

“I mean, she’s pretty and sweet and she has great values and a contagious laugh, but that doesn’t mean I like her!” He breathed, shrugging it off like it was nothing all while trying to ignore the amused look on his brothers face, his eyebrow still raised. And then he paused, his adam’s apple bobbing as he gulped, “I swear to god, if I’m in love I’m gonna eat myself.”

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wkemeup · 5 years

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The Witness (Epilogue)

series summary: After witnessing a Hydra hit and the handsome, borderline endearing cop who had become a regular at your bar takes it upon himself to ensure your safety off the books, you learn to rely on someone else for a change and find you don’t mind it at all. Not when it’s him.

pairing: detective!bucky x reader

word count: 3.5k

warnings: you’ve been through enough haven’t you? ITS FLUFF CITY BABY 🌸💕💖✨

author’s note: ok folks here’s the end! thank you so much for all the love on this fic, it’s seriously meant so much to me. Especially as my first marvel series getting back into the writing game after a 2 year hiatus aftermy spn blog. i love yall. pls let me know what you thought!!

series masterlist // previous chapter

SIX MONTHS LATER

“Babe, wrap it up! We’re gonna be late,” Bucky reminded you for the third time in as many minutes. You shot him a playful glare from the other end of the bar as you continued to wipe down the counter. Bucky was standing behind the bar, helping himself to a half refill of the shitty bottom shelf bourbon he still claimed to despise. The bottle now had the letters ‘JBB’ marked in sharpie across the label in his messy handwriting.

“Why don’t you stop drinking and help me then!” you laughed, shaking your head as Bucky looked over at you from the top of the glass raised to his curved lips. He shot back the amber liquid and set the glass into the sink with a gratified ahhh.

Bucky, grinning wildly, happily skipped his way down the length of the bar towards you and took a few of the empty glassed from the tray. He dunked them into the soapy water and began to wash.

You stole a quick glance over at him, not enough to give him the satisfaction, but enough to remind yourself just how handsome he was when he smiled like that, when he teased you and helped you behind the bar, when he had that carefree look in his eyes he had been missing during your darkest days.

Across the room, only Brenda and Big Al remained. You had told the crew that you were closing up shop early for a prior engagement and it didn’t cause as much of a fuss as you anticipated. Most of them grumbled at you as they walked out, but no one flat out rejected it. Perhaps they had gotten used to this sort of thing after you closed down the bar suddenly for nearly two months.

It had taken another two months just to get the bar back in working order after Bucky was discharged from the hospital. You insisted on staying with him while he recovered; mostly to help him cook and care for himself since he could barely raise his left arm to a ninety-degree angle due to the heavy scarring and torn muscles.

If you were being honest, part of your reasoning was because you were afraid to go back home. Hydra had been disbanded; or at least enough so that they no longer posed a threat to your life individually. There was no reason to believe you wouldn’t be safe in your own home and yet, the very idea of being anywhere Bucky wasn’t sounded like the darkest corners of your worst nightmares. He didn’t seem to mind you staying around.

After weeks of physical therapy and countless arguments over whether he was pushing himself too hard, he started to regain strength in his arm and was able to move about freely without tearing up the stitches on his stomach. Dr. Palmer had nearly woken the entire hospital when she found out Bucky ruined her good work by running down eleven flights of stairs to an armed standoff. Since he began to heal, he was right at your side as you started to put your bar together.

Sam helped replace the windows that had been shattered in the gun fire. Steve was rather good with his hands and had started to sand out the nicks in the wooden counter top and reupholstered the chairs and tables that had the worst damage; though you asked him to leave the smaller scratches and bullet markings for the aesthetic purpose. It was a bar for criminals, wasn’t it? He shot you a funny look at that request.

Nat even came by once she was off crutches. Despite her limp, she had helped restock the broken glasses and bottles of alcohol. Surprisingly enough, Tony Stark made his appearance a few days before reopening, tool kit in hand, and completely rewired the jukebox with a new sound system and replaced the shattered frame.

That evening, once everyone had gone, Bucky grabbed your hand as you headed towards the door, pulling you in close and danced with you as ‘Unchained Melody’ played softly through the speakers, illuminated only by the glow of the brand new neon sign in the window.

The first night you reopened, half of the one-four was in attendance, much to the confusion of your usual crowd of patrons. It was almost comical how evenly the bar had split itself down the middle; one side filled with cops and the other with the rougher looking sort who typically frequented the bar. By the end of the night and the second group rendition of ‘Piano Man,’ the crowds had blurred into one.

To your right, Bucky was currently humming quietly along to whatever Big Al had thrown on the jukebox and you couldn’t help but watch him for a moment. His hair brushed back away from his eyes, fluffed up and coifed perfectly. The sleeves of his Henley pushed up to his elbows. That sweet kind of smile on his lips as he worked, completely content just being here with you. Bucky raised an eyebrow at you and your cheeks burned, not realizing you had been staring at him.

“Like what you see, doll?” Bucky teased, flashing you that cocky smile you fell in love with. He leaned in closer to you, hands still plunged in the soapy water and waiting for you to meet him half way. You giggled, kissing him chastely on the lips before you returned to your closing chore.

“You know,” Brenda said, voice rough from decades of smoking, as she staggered up to the bar. She set several bills on the counter, eyeing you up. “You’ve become intolerable since you started letting this cop hang around our bar.”

“Our bar, is it?” you laughed, exchanging an amused glance with Bucky.

“Oh, you know what I mean. This bar wasn’t meant for folks like him and now they’re all over the damn place. Can’t get no rest from these cops.”

“You’re only upset because you’re not the one who gets to kiss me, Brenda,” Bucky smirked.

Brenda narrowed her eyes, staring him down with that hardened look in her features before her eyes sharply flickered to you. She puckered her lips into a frown.

“Kid’s got a point,” Big Al said from behind her.

Brenda didn’t let up on her stare until Al started walking towards the door. “This ain’t over, pretty boy,” she called over her shoulder as she followed Al out into the street.

“I’m counting on it!” Bucky chuckled, shaking his head as he finished washing up the last glass. He set it on clean rag laid on the counter to dry. He reached for another towel to begin to dry when you grabbed his hand. He raised an eyebrow.

“You already said we’re going to be late,” you reminded him, tugging on his hand and pulling him away from the sink. “Let’s just go and let them air dry. I’ll put them away before I open tomorrow.”

“Whatever you say, doll.”

Bucky jogged back to the office to grab your bag and keys. He handed you your purse, interloping your hands as he swung the keys around in his fingers before he locked up the bar behind you and shoved them into his pocket.

You shivered as the cool breeze brushed by you. Bucky’s hand squeezed yours, giving you that smile of his. He started to lead you in the right direction, as you genuinely had no idea where you were going, and you found yourself leaning into his right shoulder, using every excuse and every pedestrian who pushed by you a little too forcefully, to move closer to him. He didn’t seem to mind. He never did.

As you walked in the comfortable silence, you found yourself playing with his hand. Your thumb traced over the light pink, rough scar at the center of his palm before flipping his hand over to do the same with the one on the back.

He watched you carefully as you did so. It wasn’t anything new to him. You had told him once you found it comforting to run your fingers over his scars; they reminded you that he survived. They didn’t represent failings or weakness like they did to him, but he was working on that.

You brought his hand to your lips and briefly kissed the scar on the back of his hand. You smiled up at him softly and he tugged you close enough to sneak a kiss to your forehead as you continued walking.

It took twenty more minutes of walking and a quick trip on the subway just beyond the busy hustle of downtown and into Queens before Bucky pulled you to a stop in front of a home you didn’t recognize. Brick walls, brown shutters, and potted flowers hanging from the window ledges.

Then, the front door opened and Steve Rogers was ushering you inside, waving his hand to hurry you along. You almost paused out of pure confusion because Steve and Peggy lived in a brownstone in Brooklyn, certainly not in Queens, when Bucky started dragging you up the steps with the same kind of hurry.

“What are you two-“

You walked inside to find the entirety of the one-four gathered in the open living room and kitchen area of the small home. Sam was standing over by a long folding table filled with chips, dips, and cheeses, talking with Clint in hushed tones about something you were sure was way less serious than their body language suggested. Peggy and Natasha were sitting on the couch, laughing with one another as Peggy pointed over at Steve. Carol was sitting over on the floor by herself, petting a cat rather contently as she ate from a plate of chips. Tony was busy carrying trays around in the kitchen, helping out a woman you recognized from the hospital; Peter’s Aunt May. It was then you noticed the ‘WELCOME BACK’ sign draped across the archway into the kitchen in big golden letters.

“You’re just in time!” Peggy squealed as she jumped off the couch, having noticed you and Bucky stroll in. She raced over to you and crushed you in a hug. “I’m so glad you made it!”

“Maybe I would have hustled a bit more if Bucky had bothered to tell me what we were doing tonight,” you laughed, narrowing your eyes on Bucky who only shrugged.

“You’ve been so worried about the kid, I thought you deserved a little pick-me-up surprise, too,” Bucky said sincerely and you grinned at him.

“I have never seen this man as corny as he is with you,” Sam chuckled shaking his head as he hugged you.

“Nice to see you, too, Wilson,” Bucky grumbled, though it was in jest. He went in for a hug after Sam pulled away from you.

“He’s coming!” May shouted as she peered through the front window. She waved everyone back into the kitchen.

Bucky grabbed your hand, dragging you along as you giggled behind him. There was no time to hide, so the majority of the one-four were just huddled in one giant mass in the arch below the banner. The soft rustling of the key in the deadbolt clicked against the metal, the only sound in the room save for the hushed whispering and laughter.

The door squeaked open and Peter emerged in the doorframe, leaning on his cane as he slowly pushed the door closed behind him. It took him a moment before he noticed the crowd gathered in his Aunt’s living room. Eyes widening in the most genuine, almost child-like, surprise as the crowd shouted an unplanned mixture of “SURPRISE!” and “Welcome back!” and “Wait why are we doing this again?” (that last one came from Sam).

Peter’s jaw dropped, the widest smile you’d ever seen filling his cheeks, as he stumbled back from the pure shock of it until he hit the door. May rushed towards him to help steady him on his feet, but he was so giddy with excitement he was already halfway across the room, limping towards the crowd.

“Wow, guys, I don’t- I’m not sure what to even-” he stammered until his eyes fell on Steve standing just behind your shoulder. His back straightened immediately. “Captain Rogers, Sir! You, uh, you came?”

Steve chuckled, nodding his head. “It’s just Steve here, Pete. I’m glad you’re well enough to return to work, even if it’s only desk duty for a while. We’ve been missing your kind of energy around the one-four.”

Peter may have managed to smile even bigger in that moment. His cheeks were a light shade of pink, standing out amongst the series of faded burn marks on his neck that slipped under his shirt and ran down in jagged array across the right side of his body. He didn’t seem bothered by it in the slightest, at least not in this moment.

“I suppose it’s been rather gloomy without you,” Bucky teased, nudging Peter ever so slightly in the shoulder, though not enough to cause him to lose balance. Sam shrugged next to him, but he eventually nodded in agreement.

“Oh, wow, thanks Detective Barnes!”

“How many times is it gonna take before I can get you to call us by our first names?” Bucky raised an eyebrow and you giggled under your breath next to him. Tony whisked in just as Peter’s ears started to redden awkwardly and ushered him towards the table filled with snacks.

Hours later as the crowd began to disburse and the sun had started to fall behind the tree line, the only ones who remained behind huddled on the couches in the living room were you, Bucky, Steve, Sam, Nat, and Peter; the core group who got your through the worst months of your life.

Peggy had left before the sun went down, giving Steve a kiss on the side of his cheek and quickly brushed away the residue of her red lipstick before any of the boys could notice. She winked at you when you caught her lick her thumb as she rubbed it over Steve’s cheek. She rushed over to give you a hug goodbye before she left.

Peter’s Aunt May had retired up to her room after Tony insisted he would take care of the dishes and cleanup. He left not long after that, saying his wife, Pepper, was beckoning for him.

Sam and Bucky were arguing about some old case he’d mentioned to you briefly when Bucky first started coming to your bar, before the chaos of Hydra infiltrated your life. Steve sat back in the couch, arms folded over his chest as he shook his head amusingly while they continued back and forth over who was truly the lead Detective. Steve only ignored them when they attempted to rope him in.

Peter was sitting up in his chair, intently listening to the two of them. It was almost like he was taking mental notes, nodding along, pursing his lips whenever one of them made a decent point. It was so easy to see how much he admired them.

Nat, in her usual state, was quietly observing from the kitchen chair she had pulled up to the couch next to you. Legs crossed and hands resting in her lap, she’d mumbled a quick-witted remark only you could hear, forcing you to laugh loudly and drawing the boys’ attention for a brief moment before they went back to their argument.

“I’m only saying that I was the one who tracked Zola down,” Sam reiterated for about the tenth time. “Without my informant, we never would have found his layer!”

“You say ‘layer’ like he’s a bad guy from a comic book!” Bucky shot back. “It was an abandoned warehouse, at best, and we would have found it sooner if you had listened to me when I told you it was better to follow the money trail!”

“Warehouse?” Sam scoffed, “The guy practically had an entire lab set up inside!”

You couldn’t help but laugh as they went back and forth. You knew their relationship well. There wasn’t an ounce of bad blood between the two, but they bickered and fought like brothers. If it came down to it, and it has, they’d take bullets for one another without so much as a second thought.

Sam wouldn’t stop reminding Bucky he had the scar to prove it.

You sat perched on the arm rest of the couch next to Bucky, leaning against his right shoulder as his arm sat draped over your legs. Your fingers had been playing with the short, soft strands of hair at the nape of Bucky’s neck, helping to ease him through his tension he carried.

Eventually, Bucky grunted, conceding the argument for the sake of everyone’s sanity before the conversation had moved onto when Sam was finally going to work up the guts to ask out the pretty analyst on the second floor.

Laughter filled the room and soon, your cheeks hurt from smiling. Outside the window, dark overcast skies and rain began to drizzle against the glass. Bucky groaned slightly, only loud enough for you to hear as he tried to readjust his positioning. He rolled his left shoulder, trying to find some relief.

The rain usually made his shoulder hurt. Dr. Banner had explained to you it was due to the change in the barometric pressure which resulted in the expansion of soft tissue and fluid in the joints, leading to Bucky’s discomfort in his shoulder. Bucky didn’t much care about the science of it. All he knew was that it hurt and it served as a constant reminder of the day he failed to keep you safe, again. You were just pleased you had a warning for when Bucky would be in pain so you could do whatever you could to ease him.

As Steve was telling Sam about what the analyst on the second floor said about him at last year’s holiday party, your hand slipped beneath the fabric of Bucky’s shirt at his collar. Your cool hands brushing gently over the skin until they rested on the series of raised scars along his shoulder line. Bucky exhaled, the tension leaving his body for a moment and you massaged the tender area. They were rough to the touch, bumps and jagged lines covering his skin. He closed his eyes, leaning into your touch, as your fingers rubbed carefully into the swollen muscle.

It had taken him nearly a month after his hospital discharge before he let you see him without his shirt on again. He was so ashamed of the scars, so disgusted by the pink cuts and abrasions littering his skin, that he could barely look you in the eye when you’d finally convinced him to show you.

You had touched him so gently, so carefully, kissed every single raised edge on his shoulder, until he started to melt against you. That night as you made love, whispering sweet praises to him, breaths warm on his shoulder, lips brushing over the scars, Bucky promised to you he’d try to see the scars the way you did; as a symbol of his survival and of yours.

Bucky’s right hand reached up and set atop of yours under his shirt. He looked up at you, thoughtful, caring eyes, as he smiled ever so slightly, just for you to see. You pulled your hand from his shirt and he brought it to his lips, kissing the knuckles.

Nat was in the middle of developing a play-by-play operation to get Sam in the right position to ask out the pretty analyst, though you were quite sure she was being completely sarcastic even though that was lost on Sam. Peter was laughing hysterically. Steve shaking his head, always so amused by his friends’ antics.

Bucky looked up at you. ‘I love you’ mouthed on his lips before he pulled you down into his lap, hand snaking through your hair to the nape of your neck where he lightly ushered you closer.

You kissed at his lips, smile brimming up into your cheeks as he brought your lower lip into his mouth. You could barely register Sam stopping mid-sentence to make some sort of gagging sound at you as Bucky’s fingers were tracing along your scalp.

When Bucky finally pulled back for air, he shot Sam a teasing glare before he wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing your cheek and snuggling you against him on the couch. The conversation quickly diverted back to interfering with Sam’s love life and even Steve threw in a few ideas on how to ask out the analyst.

All the while, cheeks burning with laughter, Bucky’s hands playing with yours, his lips pressing into your shoulder blade every so often, you couldn’t help but try to preserve this moment in your head; this small, misfit, make-shift family who had protected you, comforted you, stood by you through the worst parts of your life without question. They adopted you as their own.

Finding this group of people, finding Bucky, made even the darkest days seem worth it.

Just to get a taste of family.

And of love.

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Yuletide Espionage

((I kinda cheated y’all with that other christmas prompt there was no Alek in it whatsoever so here have another one sort of you can thank @yall-mind-if-i))

“I’m sorry sir,” Alek said slowly, “But you have no other rooms to spare?”

“Are you mad? It’s the barking holy season!” the man said as he irritably polished a stein “You’re lucky I’d even spare one room free of charge to the society, let alone two.”

“Lucky,” chirped Bovril from Alek’s shoulder, “Two in one room.”

“Its not so bad gents, we’ve wheeled in a cot for you,” the man’s wife said behind him, “But its all we can give you I’m afraid.”

Alek opened his mouth to argue, but stopped himself and looked sideways at Deryn.

“You don’t mind?” he asked quietly, “I mean, there’s nothing else…”

“Aye, we’ll make do,” Deryn said to the innkeeper, “It wouldn’t be the first time I had to share a room.”

Alek gave her an incredulous look, but Deryn ignored him and followed the innkeeper up the stairs. The room wasn’t so bad she supposed, a bit cramped with a neat double bed on one end and a small cot on the other. There was a writing table, a window looking out over the river, and an ancient changing screen propped up at the center of the room, dividing it in half. Well there’s something, Deryn thought, trying not to imagine what she’d do without the privacy.

After a few more apologies and wishes for a comfortable stay, the innkeeper and his wife fled, leaving the two supposed boys alone. Alek took the opportunity to collapse into the chair at the desk.

“How could the Lady Boffin get this wrong?” he thought aloud, “She’s never had a hitch with sleeping arrangements before!”

The Lady Boffin had long ago guessed the nature of her and Alek’s relationship. On every mission over the last three years the woman insisted they have separate rooms. Even in the society’s dormitory their apartments were a crowded courtyard apart from each other. Deryn always thought it was because of their relationship that Dr. Barlow took the precautions of splitting them up. Which was all very well, of course. It meant Deryn and Alek never had to discuss, well…that. But now here they were, alone. Together.

“There’s no reason to be prude your princeliness,” Deryn said, “We’ve got a screen for privacy. That’s more than I had in the service.”

Alek turned to her and glared.

“And what is that supposed to mean? That bit about sharing a room before.”

Deryn rolled her eyes. Exhausted from the trip or not, Alek could be a real dummkopf sometimes.

“I grew up sharing a room with my brother you ninny,” she said, “And I only got a cabin to myself once the other middies were booted off to make room for the Lady Boffin.”

Alek humphed and got up from his seat.

“In any case,” he said, “Which one of us is on the cot?”

This stretched a silence between the two of them. Both looked at the large bed, then at the little cot with one thin pillow. Deryn coughed into her hand.

“Well I am taller,”

“Not that much taller!”

“But taller all the same,” chuckled Deryn, “Come now princeliness, be a gentleman.”

Alek scowled at her, but retreated to his side of the room. Deryn smirked as she heard a sigh come from the screen.

“Come on its only one night, then we’ll be back in London for Christmas!” she called, “Our first one together,” she thought to herself like a ninny.

“Christmas!” Deryn heared the loris chirp happily.

Alek appeared from his side, his travel coat replaced by a black vest and tie.

“Then lets be off Mr. Sharp,” He said, crossing his arms, “We’ve got work to do here, unless you’ve forgotten.”

“Get stuffed,” Deryn said.

Alek had a time shaking Bovril off his arm. The party they were to attend was infested with closeted monkey luddites. Unnamed noble snobs who try relentlessly to bring Britain back to its Clanker ways. The Lady Felicia didn’t know the two hands she hired for her party were Darwinist spies, as silly as the young woman was she was bound to notice if one of the men serving her had a babbling beastie on his shoulder.

After closing the door to a fit of howling and cursing in six different languages, Deryn and Alek made their way to the address in Dr. Barlow’s instructions. It was obvious that Alek wouldn’t enjoy this particular assignment. The closer they came to the grand estate the more nervous he seemed. He was dead white when they arrived at the gate. Before ringing the bell Deryn put a hand on his shoulder.

“It’s different now Alek,” she said, “We’re the help. You’ll be practically invisible to these sods.”

“You were never invisible to me,” Alek said with a weak smile.

“You daftie,” Deryn grinned, “But hopefully we won’t see any friends at this rally aye?”

Alek nodded, and rang the bell.

A young woman answered the door and hurried them inside. After a hurried donning of serving uniform she unceremoniously thrust trays into each of their hands and shoved them down a hallway.

“When you run out come straight back to the kitchen or the Master’ll hear about it,” she whispered, “And when the guests move to the garden come back inside to help with the dining room.”

Deryn was used to the routine. All you really have to do is keep a good grip on your tray. Alek seemed to think more of it though. He stiffened as the door to the ballroom opened.

“Don’t forget to smile,” Deryn hissed into his ear, before lifting her tray elegantly and weaving into the crowd.

No one recognized her, thank god. Dylan Sharp and Alek Hohenberg were well known as the Lady Boffin’s young henchmen in the Zoological Society, this mission was the first they’d done to require a disguise. They had endured haircuts and lessons in body language to try and alter their appearance for this mission, in case any of the guests knew who they were. The careful tweaks seemed to work, that, or the people Deryn spotted didn’t seem too bothered with being spied on.

Dr. Barlow had been right about Wormwood, Thomson, Bamford, and Hamilton, all four bum rags were here chatting it up with their fellow conspirators. But Deryn saw McGregor’s wife in the crowd too. When her tray emptied she whipped her notebook out of her pocket on the way to the kitchen. Once the names were written she shoved the papers away and accepted another plate.

Deryn passed Alek three times before dinner. He seemed to be more relaxed now, and added new names to the list. By the time the guests were to be to seated in the dining room, Alek and Deryn had twenty names between them. Just as Deryn pulled out an elderly man’s chair he paused to rummage in his waistcoat pocket and frowned.

“Pardon me young man,” he said, stopping Deryn from retreating to the kitchen, “I seem to have misplaced my watch. Fetch me my coat, I might have forgotten it in one of the pockets.”

Deryn bowed her head and signaled to Alek before slipping into the entrance closet. Once the door was closed Deryn pulled out the watch she had swiped from him earlier and slipped it into his coat breast pocket. With the traitorous guests all seated in the dining room and an excuse to be skulking in here, it was time for the two valets to rummage through their belongings.

“Their turncoats, so to speak!” Deryn chuckled, much to Alek’s grievance.

“I still don’t think this aspect is entirely necessary,” Alek said, “Or even a good idea. We know who the conspirators are, this seems excessive.”

“Oh hush up,” Deryn said, pulling out a letterbook and flipping through, “We need solid evidence that they were here, or at any other of these dinner parties.”

Alek supposed that was true enough, though Deryn had more of an eye for what they were looking for. She slipped various bits of paper between the pages of her notebook before concealing it once again.

“I think we’re bordering on suspicious now,” Deryn said, “But I got a little of what we needed.”

“Wait,” Alek said, stopping Deryn before she left the closet with the man’s coat, “Take this one to him instead. He’ll send you back and give you more time to look.”

A smirk played on Deryn’s features.

“Look whose a natural at this business,” She said, “How do I know you’re not hiding anything from me?”

Alek rolled his eyes.

“That was a trick I recall you employing yourself when you wanted to look through Dr. Barlow’s purse at the charity gala,” he said, “I was merely reminding you of your own methods.”

Deryn jutted out her chin in mock offence.

“I resent that accusation your spyliness,” she said, “Its not my fault all of her parasols look the same.”

Deryn did as Alek suggested, but he did not accompany her on a second trip to the closet. Instead he picked up her task of serving cuts of venison to the guests knowing she’d get just as much work done on her own.

After the party moved outside and tiresome hours of listening to soft violin the evening was done. Deryn and Alek were paid and hurried out a back door with no sweet goodbyes from their employer. Just as they were about to cross into the street they heard a voice from behind.

“Pardon me, gentlemen!” Deryn slowly turned to see one of the guests making his way to them, “Might I speak with you a moment?”

Deryn and Alek looked at each other before nodding respectfully to the man.

“I believe one of you accidentally went off with my coat, a letter I was sure I had in one of the pockets is missing. Might I check yours?”

“I don’t believe that’s the case sir,” Deryn said politely, “We were told to hang our things in the kitchen broom closet.”

The smile of the man was as frigid as the air surrounding them.

“Well why don’t I take a look anyway, I run a bit neurotic you see, I’d just like the peace of mind.”

Deryn shrugged non-committedly even though she knew Alek was probably making a face behind her that gave them away anyway. Peeling off her coat in the cold she handed it over to him.

“I still think its unlikely sir,” she said, “But I hope me and my brother standing here in the freezing cold is worth your peace of mind.”

The man undid Deryn’s pockets slowly and deliberately Deryn watching him casually as she tucked her notebook further up her shirtsleeve with her pinky finger.

“Well, that is a mystery isn’t it?” the man said, “I was sure that perhaps we’d gotten mixed up. I’d hate to bother you but would you mind coming back and helping me find it?”

Deryn didn’t fight the urge to groan this time. Even a completely innocent valet would do so in this situation.

“I really need to get home, sir,” Deryn said, “See, I’ve been fighting this nasty bug and need to take my medicine every ten hours.”

The man’s eyes flicked Deryn up and down. He opened his mouth to speak before closing it.

“Well, I’d hate to cause you trouble. Might this young man assist me then?” The guest turned to Alek, “Your brother I believe?”

Alek flinched at this, before grunting into a fist.

“Y-yes that is correct,” He said in the lowly British accent he had been practicing, “Brother-in-law to be specific.”

Deryn fought the urge to kick him. She had specifically told him not to make the deception any more barking complicated then it already was.

“Don’t worry Patrick,” Alek said, turning back to Deryn, “Go home and get some rest, this will only take a moment.”

Deryn didn’t want to. For all her teasing earlier Alek was still rubbish at lying, and this bumrag seemed to already suspect him. But Deryn had already made her excuse and breaking it now would only further damn them. With another respectful bow to Alek and his capturer, Deryn made her way back to the inn.

Once back in the room Deryn found Bovril curled on top of her trunk by the fire. When it saw her it turned away and stuck its little nose into the air.

“Bum rags,” it had the nerve to curse in her own voice.

She smiled and reached out to pet the loris, but it snapped another swear and retreated to Alek’s side of the changing screen. Deryn was only somewhat baffled by this. As of late the loris was more irritable, it seemed to be going through a puberty of sorts and similarly to a human lashed out at its parents with little provocation.

“Sorry beastie,” she whispered after it, “We’ll make it up to you.”

Deryn loosened her tie and spread the contents of her notebook out on the bed. Alek would be fine, she assured herself. Both he and Deryn had been drilled in what to do if they were separated by the enemy, and while Alek could make some daft decisions on his own he had a knack for following directions. All Deryn could do now was make copies of the information gathered and throw the original receipts into the fire. With this done she stripped to her undershirt and climbed into bed, too bloody exhausted to rummage through her luggage for nightclothes.

It didn’t take long for Alek to return, though when he did she shot up to cover her chest with the sheets. He didn’t notice her embarrassment however, choosing instead to slump into the desk chair.

“How’d you manage?” Deryn asked.

“Better then you seemed to think me able,” he said with a wry smile, “But nonetheless exhausting.”

“Aye,” Deryn said, laying the list out before her, “But we’ve got twenty-four names. That’s eight more than Barlow suspected.”

“I just want to go to bed,” Alek groaned, “The sooner tonight ends the sooner we head back to London.”

“Ohhh that’s right,” Deryn moaned, “We’ve got a train ride tomorrow.”

Alek snapped his head forward to look at her.

“I didn’t know you disliked ground travel,” he said with smirk.

“Get Stuffed,” Deryn spat, “Its just the chaos of the station that I’m dreading. Its not particularly pleasant to shove through a crowd when you’ve had a late night.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” Alek said, getting up from his seat. He came over to kiss her lazily on the lips before disappearing behind the screen, “Goodnight Deryn.”

“G’night your princeliness,” She yawned.

Deryn was just about to snuff the candle when she heard Alek curse a clanker swear.

“What’s wrong?” Deryn called.

“Bovril…” he muttered, astounded, “It bit me!”

“What?” Deryn sat up, “It bit you?”

“Yes I-ouch” He yelped, “It bit me again!”

“Are you trying to wake it up?” Deryn asked sleepily, remembering her auntie’s cat having a similar habit.

“No,” Alek called back, “I’m just trying to- Argh! What hat has gotten into you?”

“Get stuffed!” Bovrils wee voice could be heard accompanying an aggressive silhouette.

“Its upset we left him all alone,” she informed him, trying to remember if they had ever abandoned Bovril to its own devises before. This must’ve been the first time since Deryn and Alek abandoned it during their fight on the Leviathan.

“I see,” Alek emerged from his side of the room sucking on his wrist, “But what am I to do then?”

Deryn sat up to see how he was eyeing her comfy position atop the comfy pillows.

“I’m not sleeping on the floor.” She felt the need to clarify.

The smile she received was only a little sheepish.

“I wouldn’t dream of making you do such a thing,” He said, “Again.”

At this both of their eyes fell to the empty space to Deryn’s left.

“There is plenty of room,” She said slowly, “Enough that we wouldn’t even be close…”

Deryn swallowed, unable to say ‘To be touching’.

Alek nodded.

“And its nothing worse then that time we fell asleep on the common room sofa.”

Deryn nodded at this reasonable excuse, scooting over as Alek crossed to the other side of the bed. Deryn turned away as she felt the covers lift, resisting the urge to wrap her arms around herself. She pulled the covers up to her nose when he blew the candle out.

There was a silence then, before Alek spoke up.

“Though, in fairness, the common room door hadn’t been locked.”

Deryn found herself unable to move, just about unable to breathe. It took all her mental effort to flip onto her stomach and try not to think about the fact neither of them were wearing trousers. Failing, she shuddered and curled into a little ball. She lay there in the dark awhile, nowhere near sleep anymore. Alek didn’t seem to be sleeping either. His breathing was hitched and awkward, like he had a stuffy nose.

They were both acutely aware that this shyness was ridiculous. The two had kissed in dark closets, broom cupboards, and once underneath a coffee table. How could just innocently sleeping in the same bed be so barking embarrassing? Deryn turned onto her side to face him, considering reaching to touch his shoulder. He jerked to face her the moment he felt a disturbance in the sheets, then nodded an awkward greeting as if they had just accidentally bumped into each other occupying the same bed. In the darkness she could see the nervous gleam in his eyes, one that likely mirrored her own. She held her hand out, and he reached for it. They joined fingers, and looked up at the ceiling. If a younger version of Deryn could see the expression she now wore, that lassie might well have wretched on the spot.

Finally the boy scooted forward and kissed her cheek right out of nowhere. She shivered as the crackling went through her skin, as it had done in those first couple romps in broom closers. He stayed there, his forehead resting in the crook of her neck, before shakily bringing his arms around her. She swallowed when his fingers closed around her back, making he jerked away. Deryn mumbled something between a reassurance and a grunt and buried her face into his collarbone. As heat flooded into her cheeks, Deryn felt like her heart would burst out of her chest at any moment. From above, Alek let out a shuddering sigh and pulled her close once again. They lay there together, any desire for sleep vanished. Finally his voice croaked from the silence.

“Deryn?” he asked nervously.

“Yes?” she replied, trying not to sound like some silly breathless girl.

“I… you know that I…” he groaned, the vibrations in his throat thrumming against Deryn’s nose, “Is it alright? I mean, if we intend to marry?”

Deryn clutched his shirt tighter. Blisters.

“I ‘spose so,” she tried to sound casual, confident, anything but the shivering lassie she felt like, “I mean, we’re not going to…do…anything. So just sleeping should be alright.”

A sound of indignation rumbled from above.

“I never would have suggested it!” he said hurriedly, then, “But…this is nice as well?"

“Aye,” Deryn admitted, “This is nice.”

Deryn dug her face into his collar and tried to relax, slipping in and out of the illusion that the humming in Alek’s throat was the thrum of an airship underfoot. The fantasy made her sleep easy, making her feel warm and safe and comfortable.

Merry Christmas, or some bleather like that.

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survivortaveuni · 7 years

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Episode 12: “I Hope You Took Notes” -Jack E

The Chaos Idol had shaken the game quite a bit, and it left a mark. After LA’s flip failed, and it was obvious that she wasn’t loyal to Jordan, she left the alliance chat. Jordan had lost his closest ally, but he had gained another one, also named Jack, and with that along with two idols still in his arsenal, he could hopefully make a rebound.

Along with that, there was some confusion about tribal, still. Neither the cast nor the hosts of the season were used to the votes being so split, or split at all, so they were trying to figure out who voted for who. Steffen was trying to figure out who voted out Jack C, and since Steven’s vote was revealed, he figured out that the second vote was either LA or Jack E. He confronted Jack E, and Jack E gave Steffen a Photoshopped screenshot of his vote for Jack E. Steffen believed this, for awhile, at least, and his trust in LA wavered now that he though LA had tried voting for Steffen. But anyway!

Steffen won immunity this round. That meant Jordan and co. couldn’t target him. Jordan formed an alliance with Charlotte, Jack E, and Lily, and they dubbed themselves “Chaos Squad.” How far this alliance would go together...well, for now, at least, they were buddies.

Jordan was definitely going to use the Chaos Idol, and the Chaos Squad would all vote for each other to keep themselves immune, leaving LA, Tyler, and Steven vulnerable. However, this meant Charlotte’s closest, most trustworthy ally, LA, could be in danger of going home. But if she stuck her neck out for LA and voted for her, that could possibly expose their secret alliance. So Charlotte and LA came up with a plan where Charlotte would vote for LA while LA would vote for Lily in Charlotte’s place so things didn’t look too fishy to Chaos Squad. Because, after all, why would Charlotte ever want to flip on Chaos Squad?

Jordan’s plan worked, and all of Chaos Squad plus LA was immune, and Steven and Tyler went to rocks. With only one vote against him, Steven was rocked out of the game, and Waitavala was officially out of the game as well.

Aftermath of tribal: https://68.media.tumblr.com/85b424b5cbb13a3e354e1e89b8c4470a/tumblr_oiqno07G8b1u41fxbo1_250.gif

I have no idea what is happening tonight. It seems like no one does. That probably means they are lying to me, or they actually don't know. I don't trust them though.

So. What. If. I. Voted. Out. My. Best. Friend? : ) !!!!!!!!

The fact that my vote say Jack - Don;t fuck with me, and ive never made a decent confessional should be very confusing to the hosts

Okay, I know that last tribal was when the chaos idol thing was supposed to go down, but I think it's happening for real this time? I told Steffen the vote was Jack E, and from the quotes Jordan is sending me, it all seems to be going well. No wonder he was voted most gullible. Anyway, now we have a better focus group (Me, Jack, Jordo, Charlotte), and I think we should be good to protect ourselves and get the opposing alliance whittled down just a bit. Let's just hope nobody fucks this up.

Why Steffen gotta be shady?

Dear Diary of hell, So explain to me how I somehow ascended to winning immunity for the first time in half a year, like it was even touchy subjects, like explain to me how I have a good read on the tribe, and I'm a hero? Who the hell knows where that came from, ooh yeah I used an idol correctly??? WHEN DOES THIS HAPPEN, I don't get it. But the annoying bit is that Jack E or LA is lying to me because.....ugh. Anyways I'm here for another round, so thats a plus, annoyingly. But I still have to deal with the next round and jordan still has his chaos idol.....I hate it, so now there's no way to avoid it and we gotta just deal with the situation, but on the plus IM IMMUNE SO LETS DEAL WITH THAT, but right now I have to deal hope things go for the best and hopefully this plan to take out jordan works, if not, hopefully he should be down an idol.....BUT THINGS NEVER GO RIGHT SO SCREW LIFE. I hate it, things don't go right and life sucks Sincerely annoyed, Steffen

Time to fail at Masterminding! This round I successfully covered up the fact that I voted for Steffen by photoshopping the host chat (yall saw what i did lol) and I think I fooled him for the most part because he apologized to me for doubting me and he is still giving me info, info that Jordan and I specifically planted in order to turn this round in our favor. Jordan and I are working close with Charlotte and Lily and we are going to use Thank you for listening to me on call and i hope you took notes (ily sam)

#shevotedouthermom #confessionals

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survivorsolomonislands · 7 years

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Episode 10 “The One Where This Tribal Council is a Mess” (Zakriah)

(here we go yall lmao- pippa)

All along it was always me and Aro and that's how it's gonna continue to be until we're both voted out anyways. Idk Mitch has lied to me already twice now and I don't play baseball so there's no third strike here. Ofc Willow and Allie flipped on us and ofc it's just me and Aro like it always has been. And I can't wait to get 10th.

(a while later)

These people aren't even good at lying and Willow was trying to help me literally all along and she was right there literally was nothing she coulda done about it!!! I feel awful that I ruined any trust I had with her and I feel awful for cultivating a relationship with the wrong rookie on numakira. I'm just so fucked up rn and I knew it was happening too.

(later)

She's over here apologizing to Mitchell and NOT ME for this last vote when I literally just left the alliance chat! So that OBVIOUSLY tells me she has no intention of trying to work with me again after this and that pretty much me and Aro have no shot to make it any further in this bih

(even later)

Most of what I just said was very spur of the moment and I don't even remember half of it but tbh me and mitch are on the same wavelength rn and us and aro's lives basically depend on MY MORTAL NEMESES lexi and rtp

(so much later)

Mitchell and Zakriah's guide to surviving Tumblr Survivor: Solomon Islands Merged Tribe. Step 1) Vote with Allie against LA Step 2) Form a vets alliance Step 3) Steal Willow from Allie

(later isn’t even an option anymore)

LEXI AND ALLIE ARE IRL BEST FRIENDS WHAT THE FYCK IS THIS

(3 years later)

MITCHELL IS A FUCKING DETECTIVE HOLY FUCKING SHIT THIS GAME IS TOO FUCKING MUCH HOW IS LEXI SO FUCKING STACKED WITH PREMADES IN THIS GAME I THOUGHT ME/ARO/LINUS WAS BAD WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUUCK

(everyone has died, Zak is the only one left)

NO HOLY SHIT SERIOUSLY THIS IS LIKE WHEN IN A MOVIE SOMEONE FINDS OUT THAT THE PERSON THEY THOUGHT WERE INNOCENT AND LIKE THE GOOD GUY IS ACTUALLY THE DEVIL AND HAS BEEN BEHIND EVERYTHING THE WHOLE TIME AND THEIR FACE IS LIKE FLASHING EVERYWHERE THEY LOOK THAT IS L I T E R A L L Y ALLIE HOW DID WE NOT FIND THIS OUT SOONER OH MY LANTA

I just wanna say, Jacob, I voted Matt for you.

So there's literally no possible way I can win immunity - one of my two friends in the game exiled himself from the challenge and that leaves me next to be picked off from winning immunity along with Aro, LA, and maybe Allie too tbh. It's basically Allie/Lexi/Willow's comp to lose at this point and there's literally not a single thing I can do to give myself any edge to win at all. Out of nine people competing in this challenge only one person is working with me, and in a challenge that's essentially a popularity contest, 2/9 gets you nothing. I'm willing to accept the fact that Mitchell and I are completely screwed, and it's not helping that Mitchell is quite actually ostracizing himself from the rest of the people. I'm honestly praying he's hiding another idol from me at this point.

i know it's been a while since my last confessional and i don't wanna make a long one rn but allie's bitch ass

SO the plan for right now is to get the majority to split the vote between 2 of Me, Mitch and Zak. Willow is willing to flip with us so we can get ahead of the split and put 4 votes against Lexi or Johnny and get our minority asses back in this game. Not gonna lie Im having a blast being at the bottom with Zak and Mitchell even though Mitchell is kinda rude towards Willow >.> . We are basically the 3 amigos/ Witches Coven of the season but we will be successful know that!

Oh my GOD if I pull this off... If i pull off this 4-3-3 vote tomorrow night it WILL be the single best play I've ever made in a game. Like I'm honestly shaking. This is either aboutta go so horribly wrong and Willow is lying to us all or it's gonna go extremely well and I won't know until it's either me joining Jacob, Dana, and Matt on the jury or it's Johnny joining them. I have a vote negator, but my history with vote negators has not been a fun one. I would kill to have an idol, but if I make it through this vote, which would literally be the biggest miracle ever, I fully feel like I can retake control over my fate in this game. All hope may NOT be lost!!!

(a little bit later)

ooookay... So I just lost literal years of my life planning a Johnny blindside and now he's trying to take out Allie!!! Everyone is literally fucking VYING FOR OUR VOTES right when we thought it was a clear majority against us! What the fuck this game is so hilarious I don't know what the fuck to even say right now!

(yall thot huh)

Wow I can't believe we just orchestrated a 4-3-2-1 vote. Like imagine how lit it would be for the two people voted as most likely to be voted out next in the challenge were to literally take the 3-2-1 cirie patent vote and upgrade it to a fucking 4-3-2-1 vote! Im beyond shook at this like ive been spending the last three days absolutely certain I was gonna be the next voted out and now as far as I'm concerned I should only be seeing my name once or twice this round. I feel like ciera rn bc I'm making a big fucking move! Game changer Zakriah razzak!

Okay so I need to start writing more confessionals. BUT HOLY FUCK SO MUCH JUST HAPPENED. Okay so first to start off I won individual immunity, and I even had a one rope disadvantage, like how the heck did I do that! I mean it was just Touchy Subjects, but still, I never thought I was gonna be able to win a challenge lmao. Also I'm too tired to finish writing this confessional so I'm just gonna submit and write more tomorrow goodnight lmao.

If everyone's telling me the truth, which why would they, we get to make the sole decision on whether to keep around Johnny or Allie - the two people controlling the whole game. And the best part is that either one of them getting taken out is one less rookie to pick off me/mitchell/aro (and rtp and lexi but screw them), and then that plus my flare gets us at the very least a tie if we piss everyone off with this vote. But, hey, they left us in the dark last time, it's time for some revenge anyways! And then, after we finally get the upperhand again, we can avenge Dana too! I'm still out for blood rtp

(ive avoided this for days)

Mitchell is saying this tribal council is essentially a sitcom episode and if it is it would be called The One Where This Tribal Council is a Mess

(he’ll be gone soon, don’t worry)

Literally we're looking at rtp targetting johnny but voting with allie bc he doesnt think theres numbers to get out johnny and so its "supposed" to be a rudimentary vote split against me 4-3-3 a la queen daisy peacebeuponher but IN ACTUALITY what we're looking at here is johnny reneging and trying to blindside allie in some kind of mess of a 5-3-2 vote WHEN REALLY willow is "using" the three of us to get out JOHNNY in a FUCKING CRAZY ASS 4-3-2-1 vote that's gonna be something like johnny-aro-alie-me and i honestly... LOVE THIS

OKAY SO LET'S FUCKIN DIVE RIGHT INTO IT going into last tribal something was a miss bc of a certain miss willow sayin cryptic ass shit like "i'm sorry i can't stop what's about to happen" and so i knew then that we were fucked. the suspense of waiting was alleviated by allie basically saying she flipped and it wouldn't be on me; i could've guessed it would be matt since she hates matt, but i never thought she'd actually flip and do it bc i don't see how any of us would benefit from leaving a solid 6 to form a very volatile merge but WHATEVER and then i exposed allie and lexi's pregame relationship and close irl friendship and thought i'd blown myself up, particularly after wILLOW TOLD ME SHE FUCKING ALREADY KNEW INSTEAD OF TELGKIEFFREFIURHDIF TELLING ME TO CHILL, and NOBODy seemed to think that it was a big deal. combined w that, i fuckin bought my ass a trip to the cave and couldn't compete in immunity so FUCK me but then also... good things zak guilted willow HARD about what allie made her do, which was particularly effective bc willow already felt like it was bad for her game. so while allie is saying we should vote LA, then saying johnny and RTP told her no so we can't, i'm like... we need willow rn to flip on this dumb twerking girl who is so far up these kids' ass yet MIRACULOUSLY still has willow up hers??? and zak does in fact guilt her into trying to get everyone else to split the votes so we can do something like get LA out or whatever but i'm sittin here like... alright... who gotta go? and it comes to me. johnny the frat boy, my lover and archenemy!! miss chrissa and dana send their regards bitch!! it seems to me that johnny has a certain degree of control over LA and Luca, and as long as he's in a potential rookie or nuTemoana faction could be reunited or resurrected on his behalf. i don't want that. the game gets more open with him gone. so zak laid the groundwork for willow's flip, and i get to her and convince her the flip gotta be on johnny. it's almost too good to be true. a 4-3-3 vote agaisnt mr frat boy keeping i, mitchell kalabang, still in the game w my f3 of zak and aro and now w miss willow on our side??? FUCK YES and then zak finds a flare that allows him to burn someone's vote at a tribal council, which means if willow stick w us worst-case scenario at the f9 is rocks. things are fallign into place, i'm so JFIOHWEIODFH EXCITED BC it's gonna be HUGE and it's almsot too good to be true when johnny's frat boy ass says he wants to get out allie w me, la, zak, aro, and him. ????? johnny wants to flip on her ass bc of my expose about her and bc she's controlling willow. little does he KNOW that willow already flipped against allie and on HIS ASS and that allie is no longer a threat bc people know that she and lex are friends. so now johnny thinks it'll be like 5-3-2 or something but in actuality it'll be more like 4-3-2-1 johnny-aro-allie-zak which makes me sCREAM THAT"S SO FUDI*CVJOWDIS FUCIING EBEAUTIONFGD BEAUTIFUL AND ICONIC but THEN RTP FIWEODJFD COMES TO ME AND ASKS TO MOASMDFUIBHWENDS make a move against johnny and i'm all ike ???D<EKODJFKLJWD iorhejdgio YOUWDFI(JF hwo are you people giving such a clear mnoritjy THISF IOWJDMFIO much POWMERUIOFMWEIOFDJ POWER and he can't get LA on board so he resigns himself to the split vote between aro and zak tellign me about it even tho it's supposed to be a secret but little does he know that i already know about it and i also know that it's a farce bc willow flipped and that it's not even happening bc JOGNY flipped and rtp targets johnny who targets allie who splits the vote betwween aro and zak w rtp bc he can't get the votes aginst johnny while aro and zak are gonna tke out johnny bc WE have the votes and i'm CRYIORJHdf cryin i really think we might actually get the 4-3-2-1 and if that fucking happens i'll literally fuvkcixghnfei shit myself on call somehow i mitchell kalabang am coming out on top?? and i like johnny legitimately to some extent and he might want to work w me, but johnny has also lied to me and has multiple other deals and alliances, and i can't work w that if he's gonna keep shit shady. zak and aro have been loyal and honest to me since day 1 so i'm ridin w them boys and i hope you use all the money you're in charge of as treasurer of the frat to drink yourself into a stupor so as to neuter the humiliation ur gonna feel at being outmaneuvered by fuckin willow. ALSDOJQSOFD speaking of shady miss allie like... first she flip, then i find out she got a #secretpairbeware, and i'm like ???? this BTIHDCIH she might wanna F3 w me and willow but AGAIN how am i gonna play w u when u say shit like "i know you said you didn't wanna do this and take out matt and i respect it so i got literally the entire rest of the tribe to do it instead and against u without telling u haha we still good tho i own you and control you" she seriously got so cocky after that and so self-righteous in defending herself about the lex thing and it's like... girl how the FUCK am i still savin ur ASS after tonight LMFAO the #obvioustension i've felt between me and LA is gone i think, we've had some rlly good chats lately and welp it's gonna suck for her when i now snake HER but whatevs!! and RTP and i are prob good now too considering he told me about his johnny plot and then about the split. considerin i'm gonna do his work for him and oust johnny he shouldn't be too mad lol ! idol searching i fucking went into a cave and my choices were octopus and moray eel and y'all had to be fuckin kiddin ME but ofc the cave fucks me up AHFUIEWHD AGAIN and no second idol for mitcherell kalabganfger but whatevs Somehow, everything has lined up to give me an unprecedented amount of power for someone who felt helplessly on the bottom after Matt, who I feel was an actual tick in this game harming me more than helping me with his poor gameplay and social skills, was voted out. I think I've played an influential role in getting this vote together and in forming a group that can now move solidly forward. I just... if this all works I'm going to cry because RTP going for Johnny going for Allie going for Aro/Zak who're going for Johnny without RTP knowing is a fucking sitcom episode. I can't fucking breathe. If the 4-3-2-1 is what actually happens tonight i might literally cry laughing on call for tribal. mitchell kalabang is not dead yet!

also biggest VILLAIN?????? how the fUIHEWDRHJIernfuier what've i done this season but been lied to and love dana i jsut... and they fucked up w what they said bout luca bc now he's pissed and i'm all like... come to papa :)

IM STILL SO WORRIED EVERYONES LYING TO ME THOOOOO

Okay so, in Touchy Subjects I tied with Johnny in the category "If you could not win the game, who would you most like to see win". And I'm very confused by this because I literally thought I wasn't a threat to win at all. Johnny I understand, he's the one controlling everyone, he's the one calling the nuTemoana shots, and so if he made it to the end he would win no doubt. But me on the other hand, I haven't exactly done much, like I've tried to make good social bonds with everyone, and been honest with everyone, but yeah other then that I'm kinda confused how I got the majority in that category. Onto another topic though. I never thought I would ever say this, but I'm actually pretty damn excited to go to tribal tonight. I have individual immunity, so basically I 100% made it to single digit placements, which is amazing!! Anyway onto the vote. It's going to go great because Johnny thinks Allie is going home, but in actuality Johnny is going home. I guess I sorta convinced Allie, Lexi, and Ryan to split the votes on Zak and Aro. So the vote should go 4-3-3, if all goes according to plan. I'm really hoping this works bc Johnny wont expect it, and it'll get the biggest threat out of this game. I really like Johnny though so I hope he won't be too mad and that we can be friends once this is all over.

#thequeenstaysqueen

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worldofsurvivorcomoros-blog · 7 years

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VERONICA’S JURY QUESTIONS

okay, so i wanna start this off by saying that i really do love the both of you a lot and i had so much fun playing with the both of you <3 secondly, i didn’t 100% show just how genuinely upset i was when i was voted out because i wanted to be nice and non dramatic and what not BUT since we did tribal so early in the day i had time to wipe my tears, get over the sadness i felt, and then let my sadness fester into petty bitter extraness. so with that being said i know i promised regan my vote already but that’s off the table so i can i have some sort of leverage to get y’all to answer/do my three part questions/demands. which i know y’all weren’t wondering but in spirit of being petty i specifically chose 3 parts because i got 3rd place. hehe.

PART ONE – ROP! because i was in the final 3 with y’all, i didn’t get a ROP from either of you and so i want one now, and yes flattery will get you everywhere but i want a genuine 100% honest thoughts about me and memories in the game and whatnot shit which should be simple enough and like it doesn’t HAVE to be at least 300 words….but it’d be nice :////

PART TWO – POEM! i want a poem written about me and i want it to rhyme preferably not half assed and in good length but this one is very iffy just because if its super short but really good then it will be okay and i just wanna smile and or nod my head in agreement so do with that what you will

PART THREE – QUESTIONS! just so i’m not a completE troll in my jury statement/question thing i will ask some genuine questions about your game play and etc.

–– REGAN

1. you said time and time again that you wanted to see me in the f2 with you and you always talked about loyalty between us. if you would have won the final immunity, would you have taken me?

2. you’re possibly the most emotional player i’ve ever encountered……..ever. why should i give you my vote when you let your feelings cloud your judgement and actions in game?

3. what would you say are the strengths and weaknesses in andrew’s gameplay?

–– ANDREW

1. ok so forgive me bc u already know i don’t know much about survivor, but explain to me in detail about your specific strategic side of your gameplay because from how i see it the only truly 100% strategic thing (and not just social) you did was use the sapphire idol, and even that didn’t go as you planned, so to me as of right now i only see your entire gameplay as – talk to everyone and then rely on winning comps or youre out

2. as you said in your speech, you had it easy pre-merge because you were always on the winning tribe, but i still don’t see why i should vote for someone who only really had to play and do heavy gameplay towards the middle to end versus regan who didn’t have the cushion of immunity pre-merge and had to work her way to the end. can you explain to me why i should still vote for you although you didn’t work as hard as regan?

3. why didn’t you tell me you were voting me out in pms like i had asked you the night before :///

IN CONCLUSION –– i really do love you both as people and a large part of why comoros is my favorite survivor game i’ve played is due to you both and i don’t make any promises to not make half joking/half genuine bitter comments about this game (esp to u andrew) but i wish you both the best of luck and i will be voting based on responses to my question/statements and to others and from what i know about each of your gameplays and hopefully YALL don’t hate me after this extra ass mess that i had to do bc like if i’m not gonna win or get the runner up spot then i’m gonna have fun and being the bitter bitch that i am

ROP: You were my closest ally in this game and you know that. I felt like karen and andrew were on the top of our alliance and we were on the bottom so I'm glad you and I flipped it was the right move. And thank you so much for listening to me in the karen vote. Means a lot because without you I could not have done it. It would've went to rocks. it changed our games for the better.

Poem: I hope I won't lose your vote because of what I wrote. The fact that you're mad makes me really sad. Remember before you went you promised me your vote is that really what you meant?? I cannot write well, I'm sorry writing a good poem to you would take a spell. I really think you will keep your word I hope, or else I don't know how to cope.

Questions

1) yes I would have taken you. If that meant I would have lost 9-0 (or something idk I'm bad at counting) then that really sucks. But when I tell people I'm sticking with them I will. I was very loyal to you and daisy and I only voted daisy out because I had to choose. I hoped to win immunity so it would be us 2 like we always planned. I felt that we were on a more equal playing field and plus I wanted to see you at the end with me

2) I'm sorry that I was Emotional I guess my feelings do affect my game a lot. but nothing anyone said to me or did to me personally affected who I was voting out. Karen was always extremely kind to me and I have zero reason to hate her. same with daisy. but I had to vote them both out. I did what was best for my game. so why I would say emotional things, I wouldn't act on it. or else my game would've gone differently and Luke would've gone earlier because I was upset by things said by him. Veronica I may have been mad at you due to another game but I didn't let that affect my final 2 with you despite saying it might. you were always someone I wanted to be loyal to.

3) Strengths: -Very good physically. tried so hard in every challenge like he even brought his laptop to class in order to win final 4 immunity. that's commitment -Commitment. as I mentioned before he never gave up even though after Karen's vote he may have felt dead in the water. he tried to convince us to keep him and also never gave up on immunity and had an immunity streak going until the end. -Loyalty: he was extremely loyal. I don't think that until the final 4 he was planning on voting out you me or karen. he wanted it to be us 4 in the final 4 and it hurt him that Karen left. like emotionally not his game play really.

RoP - Whew I really hate what I ended up doing to you in this game. And I don’t think any amount of apologizing will be able to make it better. But I am glad that you still want to continue this friendship because I very much do as well. When we both first saw we were not only in this game together but on the SAME TRIBE, it was hilarious. We were both freaking out and made sure we were gonna have each other’s back. You were not only an awesome ally, but an awesome friend to have as well. Like I told Daisy in her RoP, it’s become more difficult lately for me to kind new people I could really befriend in games because it’s the same people playing a lot of the time. And while we were friends already, this game helped out a lot. We were always so excited in PMs together, and honestly one of my favorite memories of this game is gonna be the call we did for the checkers challenge where we just kept cracking jokes about the mess that was happening. I loved playing with you and getting closer to you this game, and I really look forward to continuing the friendship. Thank you for being the ally and friend that you were, even though I ended up doing what I did at the very end. Ily mom <3

Poem -

Veronica, my mom You are the bomb diggity. Yes With a goodnight streak You make everyone weak Memes for days Queen of the gays Lady Gaga who?_Veronica_

Roses are red Veronica is our queen Her messages will light up any laptop screen She won Mystic Falls And we march down the halls Chanting so strong queen? Veronica

Mother of Sinnoh Queen of Comoros How we love her so Veronica

1 The talking to a lot of people aspect of my game was to open the doors for me to implement the strategies I wanted. You won’t know how people are voting and you can’t get people to vote the way you want them to without talking to them. And that’s what I had to do. A big part of this game was making sure people voted the way I wanted them to, because this was a game of split votes. At least at the merge. There was so much that could’ve gone wrong with the Sapphire Idol play (which ended up benefitting me anyway) and all of the other votes up to Drew’s elimination due to his idol. So split votes had to be implemented. And with a split vote comes a lot of talking and pushing different agendas onto people as to convince them to vote a certain way. Get this person to vote person number 1 for one reason and get another person to vote person 2 for this reason. If you want an example of a plan other than the Sapphire Idol, we could move to Drew’s vote out. This required getting Luke on our side, making sure that Daisy would be on board for the vote, and getting the alliances together to split the votes the way we wanted them to. It also required the convincing of Drew that Luke was the one going home so that he would not only protect Luke but make himself vulnerable to be voted out. There’s so much that goes into these plans that I spent a lot of time working out the necessary voting distributions that I wanted to go down. And I’d say I had a good success rate overall. Through working with alliances and talking to various people separately, a lot of my strategy ended up working.

2 I understand the dilemma of not wanting to vote someone who as safe all of pre-merge. However, that’s something that was very much out of my control. It’s very circumstantial how the tribal immunity wins play out, and you fight to win those as to see another couple days in the game. So, I’m hoping that isn’t something that devalues or discredits my game. And like I said in my opening statement, I used that time to make the necessary social bonds I needed to in order to get me to the end. I know that Regan had to go to some tribals, but what I had heard from during the swap is that Regan was never really in any danger. From what I had gathered, Karen, Drew, and Regan were going to be too tight-knit to be broken pre-merge, and they stayed together throughout all of the pre-merge. So I’m hoping this doesn’t discredit my game, especially because people like Daisy and Chris, who played good and respectable games up to their eliminations, could have potentially faced the same criticism as well had either or both of them made it to the end.

3 I honestly, truly had no figured out what I was doing that night. I dunno how much you believe that, but it’s the truth. You and Regan as well as the hosts all knew that night I was very overwhelmed with irl situations, and I really kinda just won the immunity, stayed online for a little bit, and logged out to clear my mind from not only this game but what was giving me anxiety irl as well. This isn’t something to make you pity me or feel bad for me, it’s just the truth that I was already very overwhelmed that night, and when things like that happen I always tell myself and other people to get offline for a bit if it means you’ll be calmer. So, when I woke up late the next morning and made my decision, I went to you guys in the chat, waited for you both to be present, and revealed it to you both. And that’s all the 100% truth.

#woscomoros #final tribal council

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