#and these fuckers always try to do it as some kinda gotcha

[simptasia]

that "women should be drafted" shit reminds me of those weirdoes who are like "feminism means it should be okay for men to hit women" and like. its not okay for anybody to hit anybody fuckwit

[superm4ks]

I don't really know how people analyse/read testing times so like whyy does everyone think rb will be the fastest? I mean I can understand that they were dominating last year and that that lead doesn't just completely dissappear over winter break, but at the same time they've changed the concept a lot and maybe the new concept is a flop?? Just looking at testing times and long-runs the ferrari looks just as good as the rb (to me lol as I said idk)

Aight honey I gotcha here’s what to actually look for in testing and what NOT to look for

Pay attention to:

Consistency - drivers will run what they call ‘programs’ set to see if the data they’ve spent all winter working over in their lil computers actually correlates to the finished product on track. It’s important that it does lmfao. When the wind tunnel and the tarmac give u similar ((controlled)) lap times in !!similar environments!! then u know you’ve got a good base to work on for the remaining of the season. So look for consistency in ur drivers laps. Look for race sims on c1 c2,c3 ((hard and medium compounds)) wid obvious delta references and see if they were actually able to deliver consistent times across the board.

Tires used by teams - personally always find it interesting and telling when teams will focus a lot more on softer compounds and harder compounds instead of miss ole reliable her majesty the long run queen - C3. C3 is a medium compound baddie thats the most likely to give u a broader picture of how the car actually handles at a race speed. A few nailed laps on c4 and c5 ((softer compounds)) DO look sexy and strong on top of the table, but for testing they’re kinda like stretching a muscle u won’t even get to use all that much. But if ur fav gets on top the table, no harm done right 😭

Laps completed - Nando Alonso said it best, 3 days of testing is fucking bonkers . And it is. Imagine not only u gotta learn everything about one of the most intricate and sensitive and complex pieces of machinery on the planet but u gotta also use whatever data u find to extract some type of competitive, podium scorer, race winning performance . All this against 10 other mfs ((yes even haas)) who are trying to do the same. So , how do u get an edge here? Simply put, u run your car from the moment it’s green until it becomes like against the law to have the fucker out there. More laps = more sim data = more data overall = better quality corrections between sim and on track behavior = more knowledge of how car responds to different programs = where to improve and gain performance

Immediate statements from drivers on how the car is behaving *relative* to last year - drivers are pr trained to death but they’re not robots. One of the most important aspects of an f1 car is its drivability. If a driver tells you it’s better or it’s worse /or they’re having less or more fun, believe that . That is important

Do not give a fuck about:

Testing classifications - or, to put it bluntly, it doesn’t matter who tops the charts in testing. The term ‘glory runs’ // ‘sandbagging’ comes to mind, and while teams theoretically shud not b wasting precious testing time wid that nonsense bro sometimes those mfs can’t help themselves . And it’s all utterly meaningless until fp1 in Bahrain . Lemme tell u why. There’s simply too much we don’t know about how teams are moving atp. What engine modes they’re on, fuel loads, delta targets, programs. Apples to oranges. Except apples is a fresh lap on c4s and oranges is like 15 on used c3. Cud mean something, cud mean nothing. Don’t focus too much on it.

Hope this helps love u mwah

[umbralsound-xiv]

I was just coming back from a contract... Nothing too crazy! A merchant moving some stuff from one end of the Shroud to the other needed a hand, and i was happy to help for it. It was kinda peaceful, no trouble or anything.

I was heading back to the house when i heard some splashing about in the water under the dock...

Jasmin Piryahna had been having a good sun before she found the overgrown bass under the dock. Relaxing, getting some sun, cooling down and generally doing not a whole bunch. After sighting the bass, however, she was having a -great- day. Having spent the last several minutes sizing up where it was sitting and how best to approach for a grab, she had just about made her decision. She swam around behind the rocks it was wedged bewteen, and slipped gracefully under the water, jetting forward and flipping around to reach into it's mouth, hooking her hand into it's gills as she dragged it out, wrapping herself around it and trying to wrestle it to exhaustion near the surface, creating all sorts of commotion as they splashed, gargled, and slammed against the bottom of the dock, giggling and laughing all the way.

Vhal'ra Ansahk stretches out as soon as his feet his the wooden decking, not being ashore for more than a click until the commotion was heard below. "Wh---" He darts over, peering over the edge as he witnessed something... Or someone, thrash around in the water. "H-hey! You okay?" He called out, half ready to jump.

Jasmin Piryahna slams a particularly rough impact into the dock served to daze the fish, but, unfortunately also loosened Jasmin's grip on the gills. She struggled a few moments more with the behemoth of a bass before it twisted away from her, swimming for some deeper part of the lake, hopefully more sparsely populated by hubris filled miqo'te women. She surfaced a moment later, still laughing, looking around to find the voice she'd heard. "Oi? What's the matter?"

Vhal'ra Ansahk stares, watching the fish as it slipped away, eyes briefly narrowing in confusion, before his attention drifts back to Jasmin. "--Uh... Nothing! I... Thought you might be in trouble, but..." Pausing a moment, he considers. "Looks like... You know what you're doing? I think?"

Jasmin Piryahna drifted her way back over to the dock, propping herself on the edge. "Eh, might not go so far myself, but hey, there's always another chance to set a record for th' biggest fish y'ave noodled, yeah?" She grinned, her brow knitting as she looked down at her upper arm. "...Fucker bit me. Well... kinda the reverse, but..." She touched where she thought the flow originated, hissing as she confirmed that her guess of location was correct. "Ow..."

Vhal'ra Ansahk: "...I didn't know the fish had teeth in this water..." His face tells a world of horror, walking a little closer. "Uh... You need help? I've got a bandage, still... You're welcome to it!"

I mean, she didn’t look like she was drowning or anything! She... Well, she was a little hurt, but it wasn’t anything really serious...

Jasmin Piryahna: "More like a... bony ridge, kinda. Like a goose! Y'know how they are." She laughed again, looking up and squinting at the fellow nearby. "...You've got an awfully precious face and... youthful cheeks for a wanderin' doctor. Wouldn't have taken you for the kind with such medical expertise."

Vhal'ra Ansahk: "I, uh... Don't..." He gives an awkward smile. "...And i'm not! I'm an adventurer! I just happened to be passing through is all, and heard a ruckus in the water!"

Jasmin Piryahna, filled with all the self awareness she could muster, whipped around. "Really? Where at? Did I miss it?"

Vhal'ra Ansahk: "...You... Were in it."

Vhal'ra Ansahk: "...I guess that does make it kinda hard to see, yeah..."

Jasmin Piryahna scoffed. "I wasn't worried about missing the water, silly boy, I was... ohhhhhh..." She winked, "Gotcha. I guess that fucker was a pretty rough tussle, huh?" She pulled herself up to sit on the edge of the dock. "So what kind of adventure have you been sent on?" She looked him up and down, trying to decide whether or not he looked 20 cycles or 12. "...One that's, uh... near a bunch of houses?"

Vhal'ra Ansahk: "Oh! Nope, i'm just coming home! I just helped folk move a caravan full of stuff, nothing too crazy. It... Was kinda nice, actually!" He shuffles a little closer, to better see, and to dangle his legs over the dock. "...Do you... Usually go fishing with just your hands? Or was it a kind of... Spur of the moment thing?"

Jasmin Piryahna: "Oh yeah, all the time, well..." She shrugs, rubbing at the bite. "That's a lie, not -all- the time, I like pole fishing just fine, but. Noodling is extra fun, I think, so long as you can steer clear of snapping turtles and just get fish. You get to keep more fingers that way!"

Vhal'ra Ansahk's gaze darts immediately to her hands, then; in an effort to see if she did, in fact, have all her fingers. She did! ...At least, from what he could see. "You must be pretty good at it, then! You... Fish for a living? Or for fun?"

Vhal'ra Ansahk: "Or both!"

Jasmin Piryahna beamed, "For fun! but I sometimes sell 'em, yeah. I uh..." She gives a sigh that's almost sheepish. "I'm not gonna pretend like I need the money, always been in a pretty good spot, me and my mom, but the extra cash is nice! And the looks on folks faces when I can sell someone somethin' real big, or fancy for cheaper than they were expectin'." Her eyes dart to the lad's sword. "You uh... adventuring for fun or profit? Must be making some good dime to get a piece that size."

Vhal'ra Ansahk: "Fun!" ---That was his first answer, even as he hesitates a little. "...Well, kinda. Profit too i guess, i have to feed and clothe myself somehow, but mostly... Purpose. I want to do good, you know? I want to help people." He glances over his shoulder. "It was a gift! I... Uh, don't have enough gil to get something this fancy..."

Jasmin Piryahna: "Well, so long as you know that doing good and helping people doesn't put food on the table or money in your pocket..." She gave him a very somber look, before her grin broke back through. "But! As my mom always says, 'it doesn't take food off the table or pick your pocket', neither. And twelve! what a gift! And here I thought some lass or other might give me just a ring some day!"

Vhal'ra Ansahk responds to her first words with a stubborn look he'd worn many a time, which only softens as she laughs, sharing in the gesture. "---It was for my namesday! My brother got it from a Warmaiden, and... Well, i'm slowly getting better with it. It's still kinda heavy, but... It feels less awkward, now."

Jasmin Piryahna: "WELL now..." Jas brightened, leaning forward onto the wood next to her like she had so many times onto side tables when the women at her mother's place were gossiping. "Your -brother- and a -warmaiden-? What a lucky fellow! Did you hear what she was like? Twelve I'd bet her shoulders are just -rippling-..."

Vhal'ra Ansahk: "Yeah! He's kinda well known in a lot of places, especially with adventurers! He's called Vhal'to!" Upon speaking the name, Vhal'ra's ears give a short wiggle. "---And yeah! The Warmaiden of Clan Karahli! It wasn't made for me, exactly... But it's mine, now."

I know Zihre helped make it, too! It’s kind of exciting to meet someone who worked on it. Being a Warmaiden sounds like a pretty demanding job...

Jasmin Piryahna squinted for a moment, staring intensely at Vhal'ra. "...ope, yep! I can see him, under those cheeks. Bits of him through and through." She laughs. "World's a tiny little place, turns out. You been swinging your big old sword around for a few years now, then? Building up your muscles?"

Vhal'ra Ansahk: "Uh... Not exactly! I... Didn't really know what weapon to start with, and we've not got a whole lot of people in the Clan, so it's hard to find time for someone to teach me. So... I picked this one! I've only been gone a few moons, but... It's nice, you know?"

Vhal'ra Ansahk: "...Being out in the open world. I miss home a little. But i don't regret it."

Jasmin Piryahna gazes upon you in deep reflection.

Jasmin Piryahna tilted her head, brow raising. "If there's so few people, don't they still need folks helping out at home? Or is this one of those 'please leave, young mister' type things I keep hearing about from some other folks."

Vhal'ra Ansahk: "Hah, no, it's... Well, we're not asked to leave, we're just... It's our way, y'know? Every male Keeper's gotta do the same. There's enough folk to keep things running, but... They always knew i'd leave eventually. No hard feelings, from me or from them. I'm still gonna visit!"

You gaze upon Jasmin Piryahna in deep reflection.

Vhal'ra Ansahk: "Assuming you don't live with your Clan anymore... Why'd you leave?"

Jasmin Piryahna: "Oh, I'm a city girl, through and through. My momma was a Limsa lady, and my dad runs a shipping company in Thavnair, so I've never lived out in the wilds or anything. Not to say me and my mom and her folk aren't a clan! We're as like as family can be, blood or no, I got raised proper by a whole crowd. Still live with them on and off again, but I like to roam, some, too."

Vhal'ra Ansahk: "Oh, huh! That sounds pretty fun, actually! I've... Uh... Never been out of the Shroud. What's it like? Thavnair...? I'm not even sure 'to has been there!"

Jasmin Piryahna: "Oh it's hot as shite!" She laughed, kicking her feet in the water. "And some of the boys are too, and the weather!"

Vhal'ra Ansahk: "That's... Good to know, if i ever go there!" His enthusiasm was directionless to either, but still present, a bewildered smile given in response. "...Where's your favourite place you've ever been? Oh! I'm Vhal'ra, by the way!"

Jasmin Piryahna: "I'm Jas, well... Jasmin, but Jas is fine." She slipped herself back into the water, treading a moment before floating on her back. "...And I'm probably a boring little momma's girl for saying my mom's place, but genuinely my mom's place. And if that's not allowed then the Hannish markets, probably. Or the deck of a spice ship. There's lots of good places, you know."

Vhal'ra Ansahk: "Yeah! I hope to go to them, someday! Maybe... Maybe not your mom's house, that might be a little weird. But to sail! Go on boats! I want to go all the places my brother's ever been, and further!"

Jasmin Piryahna: "Aw, nah, my mom's place is public! you can go if you want, everyone's really nice! Your brother comes by sometimes!"

Vhal'ra Ansahk: "He does?" Vhal'ra blinks, head tilted. "...I... I didn't know he knew you so well! He mentions his friends or some other adventurers he travels with, sometimes."

Jasmin Piryahna: "Aw, nah, we're not buddies or anything, but I've seen a fellow who looks like you, y'know, but half again as tall and twice as wide." She gives a playful wink. "You just working in the Shroud until you can save the money for a boat trip?"

Vhal'ra Ansahk: "He's not -that- tall!" Vhal'ra half protests, watching her as she floated in the pool. "...And... Well, not really. I work here! I'm part of a company. Sure, i'll go on a boat trip one sun, but i'm only really just starting out! It's... Sometimes hard to gauge what's out of my limits, so... I'm taking it slow, y'know?"

Jasmin Piryahna: "Oh." She didn't seem disappointed, so much as she wasn't expecting an answer quite so sensible. "Well that's... prudent. Better than breaking bones to find your limits, I guess. So like... taking care of caravans, and getting kittens out of trees, and stuff?"

Vhal'ra Ansahk: "Yeah! Well, less of the last one, but i would if someone asked. But just... Small things, you know? Sometimes... The stuff is so small that other adventurer-types will overlook it, so it never really gets done, so... I guess, that's where i come in!"

Jasmin Piryahna: "Oh, fair enough, yeah." She floated, paddling slowly in a circle. "Odd jobs can be nice off and on." She paused, a glint of mischief in her eye. "...You ever much one for the water, Vhal'ra?"

Vhal'ra Ansahk: "Yeah! It's been kind of nice for the variety, honestly." He eyes her question with suspicion, and slowly scoots backwards. "...Aye. I don't mind it." He responds, only his head poking over the edge to talk to her.

...I’ve got enough sisters to know about that look! What’s she planning...?

...I don’t wanna get in the water...

Jasmin Piryahna floats closer, her ears drooping slightly before she sizes up the situation. "...You ever thought about fishing?" A combination of talking and biting her lip were her attemps to hide her mischief as she floated closer, her strike coming quietly and suddenly, using her feet to kick up a modest spout of water towards the crack between boards in the dock that Vhal'ra was seated on, hoping it would spray through.

Vhal'ra Ansahk: "Agh!" Vhal'ra yelped, as he was belted by a plume of water. "H-hey! I've only got one set of clothes, i'm trying to keep 'em dry!" He protests, dropping to his heels in case of the need to evade once again. "Fishing isn't bad! I'm not the best at it, though."

Jasmin Piryahna pouted a moment, before her brow knit. "...Y'only got the one set? Like... for adventuring, or at all?" She returned to floating upright and treading water, her thoughts of fishing apparently on hold for the moment as she pursued this new line of inquiry.

Vhal'ra Ansahk: "Uh.. At all, really. I've got smallclothes! But... Nothing really casual. Look, we don't have so much, and i'm saving up until i can get something!" His words were a small protest, spoken through a small pout.

Jasmin Piryahna: "So do you just do your laundry naked then? Or like..." She swam back over to the steps, climbing out of the water. "That sounds like an awful pain. Not even like... a shirt and some trousers to be comfy? Pajamas?"

Vhal'ra Ansahk: "...Uh... N-no..." A hand reaches behind his head, staring away. A little flustered, and somewhat ashamed. "...I don't... Really have nothin' else, y'know? My Clan isn't rich or anything, and a lot of our clothes are hand-me-downs."

Jasmin Piryahna: "Well, c'mon then..." She stopped, her brash confidence fading as she considered the young man. "Uh... I mean, if you want. I don't want you to feel embarrased or like... pandered to, pitied or whatever. But if you want to go shopping or something, I can get you some clothes. It's... nice, having nice things, you know, and it's... something I've never really had to worry about." She sighed, looking away. "Sorry, that was probably a lot. I'm not trying to say you're doing anything wrong!"

Vhal'ra Ansahk: "No, no, i... I know. I don't mind! Though..." He looks down. "...It would be nice to get at least -something- else to wear. I already messed up the shoulder on this, and haven't had time to get it repaired proper yet."

...I wasn’t gonna turn down her offer. I really needed it, and... Well, maybe i’ll be able to do something nice for her when the time comes! And if not... Y’know? Maybe one day i’ll have enough coin to help out someone who needs it. If people won’t accept help, it’d make my job a whole lot more difficult, too.

Jasmin Piryahna: "Well then we'll talk to a mender or a leatherworker or something then while we're there, and -then- get you something more to wear." She pats her bare thighs for a moment. "...Ah, give me just a minute to swim back and fetch my pants."

Vhal'ra Ansahk: "Uh.. S-sure!" Vhal'ra stammered, looking away. "...And there's no need! We've got folk back at the company, but since i'm wearing it all the time... Y'know? I don't wanna trouble you, Jas!"

Jasmin Piryahna stepped forwards and put her hands on his shoulders, looking directly into his eyes, voice dropping low. "Young sir, -I- want to go shopping, and I can't be assed to haul myself out of this wonderful lake if I'm just going to go by myself. Do not take this from me." Her mock seriousness vanished as she giggled, jumping into the water and all but blazing her way back to the seating area, somehow managing to pull on her trousers as she ran her way back to the docks.

Vhal'ra Ansahk only half-watches as she speeds out and back, blinking at the brief interaction. "Well, it's real kind of you, Jas! If there's anything i can ever do for you back, you let me know, yeah?" He was a little hesitant about accepting help, hand reaching up to comb through his hair.

Jasmin Piryahna: "Ah, think nothing of it, after all." She mock swooned, hand on forehead, leaning back. "You so bravely came to save me from that giant fish earlier." She gave him a wink. "Seriously though, I don't mind. Having company gives my brain the juice it needs to go do something I want to do, that's kind enough."

Vhal'ra Ansahk: "...I thought you were drowning!" He protests again, even if there's a laugh behind it. "I'm happy to keep you company! It's kind of funny, since i left... All i seem to bump into are more Keepers. It's kinda nice!"

We chattered the entire time we went shopping, and i finally got a couple extra things. Maybe i’ll finally be able to get this shoulderpad repaired, now!

...She’s super nice. She says she visits the company house some times, that she’s got friends in there!

...I wonder who they are?

[theweirdymcweirderson]

All is fair in love and war - James B. Barnes

Author: theweirdymcweirderson

Characters: Reader, James B. Barnes

Relationships: Bucky Barnes×Reader

Word count: 2462

Summary: Things heat up during a training session between Bucky and Reader.

Warnings: Pet names, explicit words, teasing, cursing, fighting/training, dirty talk (kinda), innuendos, that stupid metal arm (ugh), kissing, implied smut, seduction 101. That’s it I think, let me know if you find more.

Notes: You may wonder what this is, the answer to that is I don’t know :) But if you feel like leaving me some feedback, I’d really appreciate it. 💖

Ps: English is not my first language, I tried my best, but there might still be some mistakes/weird sentences. Sorry :)

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A strategy, that’s all it is. Nothing more than a strategy. A strategy that you’ve spent the last couple of weeks working on because, honestly, how long can anyone take this? Every other day, you find yourself lying on your back, sweaty and out of breath, panting up at the same man pinning your body to the sticky mattresses time and time again. That is, if you’re not pinned to something else.

It probably wouldn’t even be so bad if it wasn’t for the smug, self-satisfied grin always painted on his stupidly handsome face.

So yes, you came up with a plan. Granted it’s a stupid, ridiculous, totally not thought-through plan, but at least you are prepared. That’s what everyone keeps telling you anyway. You should always have a plan.

That’s why, this time, as he effortlessly swipes your feet from under you, sending your body to meet the oh so trusty mattress, you don’t try to fight your way back to your feet before his hips are pinning yours down; one elbow landing a breath away from your face as his metal hand wraps around your throat, asserting the dominance you both know he currently has over you.

Yeah, he’s a show-off and you fucking hate him for it.

The smile that spreads on his lips is slow, teasing and 100% meant to get on every single one of your nerves. That’s another thing he excels at. The fucker.

Your chest rises to meet his sweat-dampened one, cause Mr. ‘I’ll always pin you to whatever surface is closest’ prefers working out shirtless – not that you mind – but still: a show off.

“Gotcha.” A quick eyebrow raise, smile widening as his tongue pokes out to make an appearance.

He’s a show-off and a tease. So, well, you kiss him.

Now your plan didn’t go any further than this exact moment and you’re not sure what you were expecting him to do other than be surprised, but it sure as hell wasn’t to kiss you back.

He’s a good kisser, and fucking hell, you should’ve expected that. You should’ve at least guessed from the way he runs his tongue over those lips, the way his teeth sink in them, or even just the easy way they curl around his smile. He smiles like a man who knows how to use those lips.

So, what if you get distracted for a minute or several even? What if your arms encircle his waist and you pull him closer? No one in their right mind would judge you cause he definitely knows how to use those lips.

The position you’re in, or rather his hips pinning your own, limit your movements which is more than a little frustrating – not that you plan on ever admitting that out loud – all you can really do, is wiggle underneath him, until he catches your drift and smoothly manoeuvres to rest between your parted thighs. Bless Sam and his ‘flexibility is fundamental’ policy.

You’d originally thought this would be the long-awaited moment to claim your victory, instead, you find yourself hooking your calf around his thigh, which rewards you with the sweetest, most panty-melting groan you’ve had the pleasure of hearing, and the prominent evidence of how much he’s enjoying the kiss. Now, that, is one hell of a victory.

His hand moves from your neck, fingers tangling in your hair as he cups your head to deepen the kiss and when his tongue asks for entrance, you don’t deem it nice to refuse – seriously that would be rude – so you grant it.

He kisses you until you run out of breath and you find yourself wishing you’d taken on Natasha’s advice to increase your damn lung capacity. You don’t have much time to contemplate that thought, though, because then he’s staring down at you so intently with those pretty, darkened blue eyes and, damn, is it even legal for him to lick his lips like that?

“That wa-” Taking your chance while his guard is down, you don’t give him time to finish.

Hands on his shoulders, you bridge your hips and push him off and to the side, the way Steve showed you during your last sparring session, quickly switching positions and pinning him to the mattress. Your turn for a smug smile.

“-uff. Dirty trick, huh?”

You’d probably be more bothered by the fact that he’s grinning again, if it weren’t for his lips still glistening with the evidence of your kiss. His hands resting comfortably on your waist are a plus.

“Gotcha!”

“Doesn’t count, doll. You cheated.”

You shrug one shoulder, leaning down and mimicking his previous actions; elbow by his head and hand around his neck. You’re starting to understand why he enjoys pinning you down so much. He’s still a show-off, though.

“Gotcha.” You whisper the word, letting your breath tickle the sensitive skin just under his ear and thoroughly enjoying the way his fingers flex on your waist as his breathing stutters ever so slightly. It’s payback and, fine, maybe he’s not the only tease.

“If that’s what it takes, I’m more than willing to let you pin me more often, dollface.” The way the pet name rolls off his tongue this time – smooth, sensual, inviting – has you fighting off the urge to buck your hips. You categorically refuse to give him the satisfaction.

“That’s cute, but we both know your ego could never sustain such a blow, sarge.”

With his head thrown back, you feel the laugh that erupts from him travel all through his body, and fuck, the plan was definitely not thought-through.

“Trust me, my ego is getting one hell of a boost with you perched up there, doll.”

He makes a show of letting his eyes suggestively travel to the place you’re sitting on, making you hyper aware of the delectable way his bulge looks in his damned, black shorts. Yep, okay, time to get up before you make a fool out of yourself.

“Don’t get cheeky with me, sergeant.” A slap to his chest accompanies your words and the hard pecs you’re met with, have your core clenching involuntarily. He’s just so solid; it’s unfair. Like really unfair.

Before you have the time to redirect your thoughts to something more decent – he is your teammate after all, for crying out loud – he brings his hands under your thighs, lifting your body as he sits up and slams you down between his parted thighs, effectively knocking the breath out of you.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, doll.”

You grunt back something intelligible, sticking up your middle finger for him to chuckle at as he gets back to his feet. God, you really do hate his skilled and overly attractive ass. When you crack open an eye, you find his hand dangling in front of your face: a peace offering. Grasping the metal appendage, you let him pull you back upright and head for your water bottle; Barnes still has 27 minutes and 19 seconds to thoroughly torture your ass before you can call it a day. Yay.

Your back is met with the wall this time, because he likes to spice things up. You huff out indignantly, struggling against the vice grip holding both of your wrists plastered to the wall padding. Why are his hands so big, anyway? Honestly, that’s just unnecessary. You feel like screaming your frustration cause he’s not even using the metal hand and, yet, you can’t make him budge.

“You’re getting better at this.”

Praying for your body not to betray the effect his praise has on you, you flash him your most saccharine, sarcastic smile. “What can I say, Steve’s a great teacher. Gon let me go now, or what?”

Your attitude will be your undoing one day, that’s for sure.

Instead of loosening his grip, he slots his thigh between your legs, spreading them in the process as your hips are pinned to the wall as well. His breathing is ragged and you wish, but you know it’s not due to exertion; you still have a long road ahead of you before your fighting skills manage to exert a super soldier. Still, you’ll take what you can and, now, it’s your ego’s turn to get one hell of a boost.

You don’t dare break eye contact, staring right back at him defiantly. No way you’re backing down. When you feel the almost-there touch of his metal fingers caressing their way up your thigh, you consider caving for a fraction of a second, but then that grin just has to make another damn appearance. Well, fuck him.

“I’m dying to see how you get out of this one, dollface.” His gaze locks on your parted lips. You know what he expects, what he wants, and you also know that he’ll never cave either.

Your voice sounds just as strained and husky as his when you finally manage to get enough moisture back in your dry mouth to answer.

“What if I don’t want to, sergeant?” It’s mocking, provoking and instead of taking it back, your shoulders relax against the wall, pushing your chest forward as your back arches invitingly.

Yeah, your attitude will certainly be your undoing.

His dark eyes find yours again, at the same time his metal hand lands just under your ribcage and his other hand tugs your wrists upwards. You groan at the change in posture; every muscle in your body tensing as you find yourself barely able to reach the ground with your tiptoes.

“Don’t fuck with me, doll.” Huh, you wish.

James fucking Barnes is holding your body suspended in the air. If you were to relax, you’d end up straddling his thigh and the fucker makes it abundantly clear that he knows that by purposefully contracting his quad. Your ego stops you from accepting the tempting invitation.

If your brain wasn’t currently swallowed by a cloud of lust, you would actually be more than a little mortified by the fact that he has you melting against his rock-hard body as muscle fatigue starts to set in.

You don’t know how, and you certainly don’t know why, since your body is rather enjoying the feeling of his, but you manage to use his hold on your wrist as leverage and your knee comes up to awkwardly connect with his side. The movement takes him by surprise and he loses his footing trying to keep you from falling.

You end up back on the mattress in a tangled mess of limbs. The timer going off makes you jump lightly, but neither of you moves to pull away. Somewhere in the background, under the obscene fantasies now running wild in your head, you remember that you’re still in the gym. Anyone could walk in at any fucking second.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, doll.” You throw back his words at him and if the answering growl you receive is anything to go by, he doesn’t find you as funny as you find yourself. Oh well. You shrug, sitting back upright on his lap as he lets his head hit the mattress; eyes closing. The privileged seat is kind of starting to grow on you.

“Bucky?”

“Hmmm?” It’s more of an annoyed grunt than a hum, his nostrils flaring as he opens his eyes to find you glancing behind him to check if anyone is there to witness what is going on.

“How’s the ego doing?”

“You really wanna know the answer to that?”

He shifts his hips slightly, catching you off guard and you end up positioned right on top of the delectable bulge that was previously teasing you.

Oh yeah, something is growing on you alright.

Schooling your facial expression as best as you can because – sweet baby pandas, neither his shorts nor yours do anything to conceal what and how much he is packing – you force your eyes to stay on his daring ones. This is the moment of truth: every single, tiny, teasing taunt you’ve exchanged today culminates in this. You, him, your core pressed to his bulge and his lust-darkened eyes boring into yours; you’re going to combust.

“Well then, nothing to worry about I guess. So- ehm, time’s up, you plan on letting me go or what?”

“Maybe…” His hold on your thighs tightens the slightest bit, betraying his words and keeping you rooted in place. “If you ask nicely.”

You huff out a laugh, eyebrows rising incredulously, because he has to know that you’d rather spend the night sitting on his lap than beg. There is no way in hell, heaven and everything in between. At least, you like to think so.

“Sure, in your dreams, pal.”

He sits up then, and all you can think about is how strong his core muscles must be. Does this man ever tire? Apparently not.

“Oh, I’m counting on it, doll. Always sound so damn pretty, too.” That takes you by surprise. You know what his words imply and, suddenly, your brain is flooded back with all those indecent thoughts about your teammate.

Your forefinger finds his chest and you push back, needing to put some space between you and his scorching, hot body in order for your brain to resume functioning properly.

“Well, guess what? If you let me go now, you’ll have just enough time to squeeze in a nap before dinner time.” His back connects loudly with the mat as he unceremoniously falls back down; hands pillowing his head as he stares up at you with a boyish grin.

You lift yourself off of him as gracefully as you can, and just before you stand back to your feet, you lean closer one last time; your finger back on his chest and slowly making its way south. Yep, those abs are as strong as you always guessed them to be. “You should know, though, that I sound much, much better in real life.”

Flashing him a sultry smile, you stand up and revel in the groan that echoes your confession.

“Who’s being cheeky now, huh, doll?”

You don’t turn to look at him, eyeing him in the mirror and enjoying the way his eyes are glued to your retreating figure as he adjusts himself with his metal hand. For some reason, which you do not care to dwell on, that simple action gets you hot all over.

“Sweet dreams.” You toss the words over your back, calming down the raging zoo in your ribcage before you add. “That is, unless you rather get a taste of the real thing, sarge.”

The invitation is followed by a second of silence; then a curse, a thud and some more colourful words reach your ears, before the mat squeaks under Bucky’s footsteps as he rushes to catch up.

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Radioactive Ch. 4: The Wolf

Summary: Logan continues trying to make his escape, which he finds is more difficult than it probably should be.

A/N: Title comes from “the Wolf” by SIAMES.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Logan wasn’t quite sure how he got into this situation, but he was determined to find his way out to safety. The logical Side was literally inside the electrical circuitry and connected system of the Server. He knew he didn’t have a physical body, and it was an odd floaty experience. No sense of touch grounding him, but unlike last time when he’d been trapped in a glorified solid state drive for almost a full day, it was energizing. He was pulling energy straight from the power grid. He could move, and he’d gotten into the camera system to be able to hear and see vicariously what was going on.

Troubling, though, he couldn’t find his body where he’d first gone into the stereo system wires in the main room. He didn’t know what happened to it, but he hoped it was reclaimable.

“Where is that muffinhead?” Bad demanded angrily, he was armed with several guns and a furious rage.

“Get in line, Karl felt it too,” Quackity snapped back, “and Skeppy has more aura to spare than Karl does.”

Logan left the hallway and moved into a separate room. He needed to find some type of exit. He needed his equipment and his body, and then he needed to leave. But none of the cameras were positioned near a door. If he could—

The logical Side felt himself being pulled from the system and placed somewhere else. At first Logan felt instinctive fear, remembering the last time he’d been trapped somewhere.

“Calm down,” Tubbo said close to his phone’s microphone. “I happen ta[1] like this phone an’[2] if you break it, I can’t bother Ranboo with it.”

Logan brought up a notepad app and typed: “Where am I?”

“In my phone, big guy,” Tubbo typed, he was smiling and Logan got access to the young man’s camera. “Didn’t want to watch you keep struggling in the camera system. You’re lucky Sam hasn’t found you yet.”

“You have found me, that is not much better,” Logan reminded.

“Yeah, but lucky for you, I have to go home,” Tubbo typed and then pocketed his phone. It cut off Logan’s camera view, but the logical Side could still hear what was going on around Tubbo.

Maybe this was how he could make a quick escape and find the other Sides and they could come back for his body and things. He did not want to leave those, but his survival was more important.

“Hey Tubbo,” Dream’s voice was too close for Logan’s liking. “You find him, yet?”

“Nope, boss man,” Tubbo popped the “p” on his first word, the phone jostling a bit as Tubbo moved. “You need me ta[1] make another round?”

Dream didn’t answer at first.

“Nah,” Dream decided. “Don’t think it’ll do much good. You think about my offer?”

“I did,” Tubbo answered, “it’s a shit offer.”

“Still,” Dream somehow got closer. “The offer stands.”

There was another pause and Logan decided he didn’t like the silence when he couldn’t see.

“Throw in Tommy an’[2] it’s a deal,” Tubbo decided.

Dream let out a cackle, “Didn’t know you still cared about the fucker, but sure, he’s all yours. Take him, so long as I don’t see him, we won’t have any problems.”

“Then we have a deal,” Tubbo agreed. “What you want, fer[3] what I want.”

“Right,” Dream said with a smile almost audible in his tone. There was a shifting and for once Logan could actually feel aura. It made him feel weird but drawn to it like a moth to a flame. “There we go.”

They started moving again.

“You know what Tubbo, you never cease to surprise me,” Dream told Tubbo. “I think it might be because the first time we met, you were desperately trying to be one of Phil’s little fledglings. It was cute in a sad way.”

“Good times,” Tubbo had a soft tone to his voice. “You had ta[1] ruin it by existin’[4].”

“Well, maybe,” Dream half-agreed, “but some cheap blond hair dye was never going to trick Phil into thinking you were one of his.”

“Hey, Dream, can we talk?” Someone Logan didn’t recognize spoke up.

“Give me a minute, Karl,” Dream said. “Just making sure Tubbo here gets home safely.”

“George and I can do that,” Karl promised. “We got this.”

“Oh sure, sure,” Dream agreed. “Tubbo, give me the phone.”

“No,” Tubbo immediately refused as Logan felt an acute sense of dread.

“The phone isn’t part of the deal, give him to me,” Dream ordered.

“Is that yer[5] favor, then?” Tubbo demanded.

“Tubbo,” Dream warned darkly, as Tubbo’s hand went into his pocket. Aura charging around them, ready to strike.

“Dream,” George spoke up, he’d set his hand on Dream’s shoulder. “I’m taking Tubbo home, do you have a problem with that?”

The aura in the room almost plummeted, giving Logan whiplash from where he was hiding.

“Fine, whatever,” Dream growled and Tubbo began moving again.

“Thanks,” Tubbo said.

“Out, before he changes his mind,” Karl began pushing Tubbo towards the back door of the Server and they slipped out. Logan felt the difference but he couldn’t push out of the phone and was completely confused on how to actually perform the action.

“Come on,” Karl urged.

“Shotgun!” Tubbo called out.

“Shotgun!” George called a half-second sooner.

“Come on, man,” George groaned.

“I’m not ridin’[6] bitch, get in the back,” Tubbo chuckled.

“Fucker,” George chuckled.

The three of them got into a car and Logan began to try and escape in earnest, not wanting to be taken to some other location where he also didn’t know where he was.

“Hey, hey, calm down,” Tubbo told Logan out loud. “Yer[7] gonna[8] melt my phone.”

“Wow he’s really in there, huh?” Karl commented, as Logan could see through the front and back cameras, but had to switch between the two because his brain could only focus on one at a time.

“Yeah, he can’t get out,” Tubbo seemed to be in the front passenger seat.

Logan accessed Tubbo’s map app.

“There you go, buddy,” Tubbo laughed a bit as Logan started tracking where they were going.

Then Logan texted Jackie, “Driving along NE Ralph St.”

As an afterthought, Logan added, “This is Logan, I have access to Tubbo Underscore’s phone.”

Tubbo took over and called Jackie’s number. It took a little bit for Jackie to answer.

“H-Hello?” Jackie asked hesitantly.

“Yeah,” Tubbo started, “tell yer legate friend I got his glitch arm in my phone, an’ I kinda want him out before he bricks my phone. You want ta bring yer best tech guy an’ meet us somewhere?”[9]

“How the fook[10] did yeh[11] get my number?” Jackie demanded.

“He’s in my phone,” Tubbo repeated. “Get him out before I have ta[1] get a new one.”

While he was talking, Tubbo began texting Ranboo.

“Boo!!!!”

A response came a couple seconds later. “No.”

“Boo!!! Plz[12] don’t ignore meeeeee!” Tubbo smiled.

“Come ta[1] our base an’[2] we’ll talk,” Jackie told them.

“Gotcha[13], be there soon,” Tubbo promised as Ranboo didn’t answer. He did hang up on Jackie first, and texted Ranboo, “If you don’t stop ignoring me I’m going to start withholding.”

Logan tried to always know where they were often getting in Tubbo’s way as he tried to text.

“No.” Ranboo told him.

“Stop ignoring me and come and pick me up from the heroes’ base.” Tubbo asked, then added, as an afterthought, “plz.”[12]

“Fine,” Ranboo relented.

“Forty minutes to the heroes’s base, Tubbo has requested his husband to be there. There are three people in the car besides myself,” Logan reported. “Also, I may have lost my body and my equipment.”

“Geez,” Tubbo commented. “Calm down, yer[7] gonna freak ‘em[14] out.”

George’s phone buzzed before nanites took over the steering wheel, almost causing an accident as they were pulled off to the side of the road by force. The stop was a little jarring and the front of the car was yanked off and Google was there and looking between the three people in the car.

Karl and Tubbo screamed, George flinched in pure fear.

“Where is he?” Google demanded. “Give him to me!”

The more aggressive android was shoved out of the way by Bing. “I told yeh ta wait one freakin’ second. They were comin’ ta us, dude. E’erythin’ was fine.”[15]

Tubbo leaned over and held out the phone, which Bing gently took.

“See?” Bing smiled. “No need ta[1] freak out. So chill out.”

“Is he glitching?” Google demanded. “He lost his physical form.”

“Googs, chill yer ****s[16] fer about five seconds,” Bing told him. “Lo, can yeh[11] talk ta[1] me in there?”

“No, don’t know how to use the speakers,” Logan wrote in the first document he could bring up.

Bing chuckled, “Yeah, give me a sec[17], never tried ta[1] extract a glitch from somethin’[18]. I got Mini outta[19] my stereo system so it can’t be that much different.”

“I’m not a glitch,” Logan defended stubbornly.

“Lo, you lost yer body, an’ yer stuck in some stranger’s cellphone,”[20] Bing reminded. Then he looked the phone over, “an’[2] I might have ta[1] destroy it ta[1] get you out.”

“Fuck,” Tubbo complained.

“I’ll try an’[2] put it back together,” Bing promised.

“I don’t want to be a glitch,” Logan said and Bing didn’t offer a verbal comment. Logan finally added, “I wish to leave this phone, please.”

“I got you,” Bing promised. “I’m gonna[8] have ta[1] turn the phone off, so don’t freak out. It won’t be too long.”

Jackieboy Man finally reached the group, and Google almost fired on the speedster for getting too close to Bing and Logan too quickly. “Woah!”

“Back up!” Google ordered him.

“Okay, Lo, gonna[8] turn it off in 3 . . . 2 . . . 1,” Bing warned and then he turned on the phone and dismantled it. “Okay Lo, I know you can still hear me. So just relax and— There you are!”

Bing extracted a glowing dark blue orb that swelled out to show a small galaxy inside of it. “Lo? You alright?”

Logan didn’t talk, he was more aware of what was around him rather than seeing it himself.

“Yeah, we need ta[1] get you inta[21] a speaker or somethin’[18],” Bing decided, and Logan’s orb floated haltingly over to Google who shielded the orb with his nanites.

“Yes?” Google asked carefully.

Logan used the little bit of aura he had the ability to use and pulled and pushed the nanites between him and Google.

It took Google a second or two to realize what Logan was asking.

“Oh, of course,” Google smiled and pulled out a cube of nanites, “They’re yours, I made sure to keep them operational for you.”

Logan hesitated, knowing how those nanites had been used before, but he took them. To the logical Side it was like stepping into a familiar pair of shoes, or a well loved coat. These nanites were his. They knew his form and obeyed his command. The imitation of flesh and sinew and bone swirled into being, more of a shell than an actual body. But they were something.

It formed, rather unfortunately the last setting they had been set to, which was Logan’s future Suit of Spades outfit, the nanites turning a glossy black with a brass spade in the front.

“Ugh,” Logan groaned, the voice modulator still active and Logan was quick to try and deactivate that. “I hate this suit.”

“Yeah, not expecting ta[1] see it either,” Jackie agreed as Google had a camera track around Logan as Logan tried to get the nanites to reset to his normal suit but it required a password and Logan didn’t know it.

PATTON

Logan typed it and to his amazement, it worked and he cursed his older self’s single minded nature. He spent a couple minutes reconfiguring the settings for it to turn back into his normal nanite suit and Logan felt relief.

“I wish to go home,” Logan decided.

“Yeah, we can do that,” Jackie smiled, happy to have Logan back.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Accessibility Translations:

1. to

2. and

3. for

4. existing

5. your

6. riding

7. You’re

8. going to

9. tell your legate friend I got his glitch arm in my phone, and I kind of want him out before he bricks my phone. You want to bring your best tech guy and meet us somewhere?

10. fuck

11. you

12. Please

13. Got you (or: Understand)

14. them

15. I told you to wait one freaking second. They were coming to us, dude. Everything was fine.

16. tits

17. second

18. something

19. out of

20. Lo, you lost your body, and you’re stuck in some stranger’s cellphone

21. into

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Lets Talk About the Shifter

#SL #LetsTalkAboutTheShifter

Malachi:

You’d think on a night off from stalking the streets of Caldwell, dressed up like a leather loving male entertainer, and killing things that smelled like the most heinous baby diaper meat factory in the world, you’d do something that was as far from that as possible.

Guess again.

When Zsadist suggested taking advantage of the empty gym, the thought of the vampire in a tank top sweating it out with me was more than lure enough to drag me away from the TV, or a book, or shit, any assortment of distractions I’d thought up.

The male could move. Centuries of being a warrior had honed his body into a lethal blade, and watching him evade my attacks was a glorious thing. As much as I wanted to draw blood, I wanted him to beat me, if only for the pure fucking joy of watching him work.

As he performed his own counter jab with the training blade I bent backward, letting it graze overhead before I followed through with the move and backflipped away. Gymnast point? Goes to me. Zsadist wasn’t distracted though, even if his golden eyes threatened to distract me as he darted forward again. Without thinking I summoned my wings and launched upward, overhead. I clipped his head as I went, earning a point with a laugh and landing with a flourish. 

“Gotcha,” I teased, taking a fight stance again only to keep the wings this time. I’d learned to fight with them before, but a refresh wasn’t a bad thing. Besides, considering the male was distracting me just by breathing at times, it was only fair I gave a little tit for tat. 

Zsadist:

[We were both off rotation and I thought it would be a great idea for us to train together. Okay. So really I just wanted to roll around on the mats with him and maybe cop a feel every now and then. Yeah I know. I’m fucked. But he was all I could think about these days. I couldn’t help it. The others all basically knew though we still kept up the routine of him having his own room and secretly sneaking to mine. Okay. So it wasn’t so sneaky and we got caught several times before. Though everyone was pretty nice to just kinda ignore or go along with our lame excuses. Except Rhage. When he would catch us in the act the fucker would unwrap a tootsie and give a creepy grin. 

Snorting at the thought before I focus back on the angel. He fucking brought out his wings, which distracted me for a moment. Every time I saw them I couldn’t help but stare. They were magnificent. My golden eyes lower as a smirk curls at my lips.] 

Oh so we are playing like that huh? Fine by me. [Says with a growl before I dematerialize. Only to take form behind the male. I reached out to grab at one of his wings. My fingers knotting in his feathers as I bring the blade around to his throat. Fuck. All this energy. This adrenaline had me wanting to rip his clothes off and take him right here on the mats. But I couldn't do that. No. Fuck that right there is one of the reasons why we weren’t allowed on rotation together. Luckily Vishous was nice enough to try to get us days off together like today. 

Inhaling his scent before I shake my head. Yeah...This would have been bad if we were in the field together. Too many distractions. And fuck if you got hurt I would of lost my mind. The sound of my phone pinging pulls me away from you.] 

Don’t move. [Chuckling as I remove the blade from his throat, my hand releasing his wing as I move to grab the device. Blinking as I see a text from Hadrian. Fuck. With everything that had been going on recently, I almost forgot about him. He was supposed to help us fight. Should I call him? In front of the angel? Thinking for a moment before my thumbs move to text him back. I wasn’t the best at doing it so I always kept it short as possible.]

Mal:

My wings afforded me a brief second in which the male stared, and were he an enemy, I’d have taken advantage of that. But then the sneaky fuck pulled the demat act. I knew where he was heading, and yet I was a microsecond too slow in the reaction. The cool kiss of steel at my neck brought me to a standstill, while the grip he had on my wing made me want to kiss him and kill him. I growled low, not for the first time hating that the trick happened to be one of several from my vampire side that I couldn’t master.

All the thoughts of revenge took a backseat though as I felt the male inhale at my back, breathing in my scent. The idea that even now I was distracting him earned a sly smirk, even in my defensive (Re: dead) position. With a sly quip on my lips, I didn’t get a chance to utter it as the phone buzzed from the side. I glanced over at it as the blade vanished from my throat.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” I counter smoothly, smirking as I fold my arms and watch him move to answer it. “Besides, if you wanted to fuck me at knife point it could be arranged. I didn’t know you were into that kind of kink but I’m pretty flexible,” I admit with a wink.

For all the good it did. The male saw the screen and his brow furrowed slightly, the text clearly taking him by surprise. Considering Zsadist had a grand total of three people who text him that I knew of, including me, I felt curiosity punch through my adrenaline fueled arousal.

“Who is it? Vishous?” 

Maybe something was wrong. The diamond eyed vampire would message the rest of us if help was needed by those out on rotation. 

Zsadist:

[What do I do? Lie to him? Tell him about Hady? Fuck he was a former hunter and I’m pretty sure he wasn’t too keen on shifters. I can’t lie to him. I won’t. Lifting my golden gaze to the angel as I gave a small shrug.] 

A friend. See before ah...I met you there was someone that the Brotherhood was training. So I think he just probably was wondering what was doing and when he should meet up with us again. [Smooth Z. Real smooth. Taking in a breath as I start to get a few more pings. Grunting as I continue to text, even though it annoyed the hell out of me.] 

Take five. [And just like that training was over and my mind was wrapped up in Hadrian. Maybe I should call him. Then again I wasn’t sure that was such a good idea. Moving to sit on a bench as I wait for a response from him. How could I have forgotten about the shifter? Especially after how he helped me the last time we were together. My brows draw in slightly as I think about how I hurt him. I could still hear the snapping sound of his bone breaking and that was enough to make me cringe. Shit. I was broken on the floor and he picked up the pieces and put me back together again. He helped me. Hadrian was an important person and someone we needed to have on our side. I couldn’t forget about him again. No. Never. 

Slowly I lifted my head up to eye the angel. I couldn’t help but let my eyes wander over his beautiful wings. Fuck I still don’t know what the fuck I did to deserve him. And yet he was here. He was here and staring at me with a whole lot of bonded male himself. Fuck...I liked it.]

Mal:

‘Friend’?

I turned the title over in my mind, but something about the way he’d said it didn’t make me think ‘friend’. It made me think ‘more’. More than a friend. More than an ally. And if there was someone that was more than both those things to Zsadist, how was I only now hearing about it?

As Zsadist pondered over the phone, I could see the faint hint of emotion in his eyes, the myriad only heightening the sudden, brutal punch of anxiety. Whoever this person was, they’d certainly left a mark on the warrior. I just needed to know what kind.

Striding across the sparring mats, I didn’t stop until I was right in front of Zsadist, my wings folded tightly down my back. I tried to moderate my tone, but I knew it’d be a challenge as the thought that my male was chatting with some other paramore ate me away on the inside. 

“You’ve never mentioned a friend. And you’ve never looked like that when talking about the Brothers or anyone else in the manse. Who is it?”

Ahh, fuck. That sounded way more aggressive than I meant it to. Oh well. There was no taking it back. And besides, I wanted to know. I /needed/ to know.

Zsadist:

[Letting out a sigh as I set down the phone beside me so I can give all my attention to the male in front of me. The male who was clearly getting pissed off. Though I understood why. Bonded male. Whether he was full vampire or not that part didn’t go away apparently.]

He’s a friend but an important one. One who saved me as I did him. [Scrubs a hand over my eyes, rubbing at them before I take in a breath.] And before you get all pissed off at me. He’s a shifter. Yeah a shifter. The first one I’ve ever met and one of the nicest male’s I know. I mean he may have a smart mouth on him. [Smirks at the thought.]

But I think that’s why he fit in with the Brotherhood so nicely. I mean...most did want to kill him at first, but then he showed us no harm and asked to help in the war. Fuck you’ve seen the lessers. We need all the help we can get. So yeah, he’s a friend. And I haven’t heard from in a while and got worried. 

[My brows draw in. Trying not not to worry that something could be wrong.] There are these other vampires. I don’t know if you came across them while hunting, but they aren’t like us. They are...different. I haven’t seen one yet. Though Hadrian, my friend, told me about them. They capture shifters and make them their animal to call. [Scratches my head.] Something like that. So I worry about him. I worry about these other vampires coming around looking for him. 

Mal:

I tried to keep my eyes from narrowing at the revelation and failed. A shifter. A Were-animal. What kind, was my first question. The type of shifter they were normally gave a good indicator as to what temperament they had, and how many people they’d probably killed. 

As Z downloaded to me, I felt my shoulders tensing that little bit more. I’d honestly wondered when I’d have to drop the bombshell that we weren’t the only breed of vampires in the world. Here in Caldwell it didn’t seem a problem; only the Scribe Virgin’s creations roamed these city streets. But if a Were-animal was here, then there was every chance vampires, and all sorts of supernatural creatures, could follow. 

Things never stayed the same for long.

Were-animals and other vampires aside, Z still looked worried about the guy, and I fought not to be a seething mass of feathered jealousy. An entirely unfamiliar feeling and one I really, really didn’t like.

“Alright. You made buddy buddy with someone who turns into a savage thing once a month. And to think I’d be fine if it was a woman,” I snark, turning to pace across the mats. “What kind of animal is he? Where did he come from?”

Whatever his shift was, it had to be strong if he thought he needed to hide from vampires that wanted to bind him. Werewolves were strong. So were bears. 

“And I knew about the other vampires,” I added absently, glancing away. I’d had to kill enough of them. They, unlike us, fed on humans. Some knew restraint, which I could deal with. But some hunted humanity like they were sport, and I’d never abided that.

Zsadist:

[Frowns slightly before getting up from the bench. I couldn’t stay still. Not in a conversation like this. My demons were out and I had to do my best to keep them at bay. Slowly I start to pace around the gym, my hands resting on my hips as I try to find something to do. But all I wanted to do was you up against the wall. Snorting at the thought before I move over to the punching bag.]

He’s...a few different animals. I’ve only seen two of them but I know there is more. [Nods as I lift my fists up and gives the bag a few hits. It wasn’t working very well but it would do for now. Scrubbing a hand over my face as I pause watching as it swung back and forth.] 

Well, we don’t know much about the other vampires so I’m glad you do. Just in case we run into one, true? As for the shifter…[Throwing a right hook to the bag as I let out a soft grunt.] He’s not a threat. You think the Brotherhood would be stupid enough to let one in? He’s had background checks. Multiple meetings with not only my Brothers but the King himself. Where does he come from? I dunno...Came here cause he was looking for a new life and trying to find a place without those vampires. I trust him. 

[Nods as I give another punch, gritting my teeth as I try not to lose my shit in front of you. I couldn’t help but smell the faint hint of jealousy coming off of you. ] So you...shouldn’t be worried about him.

[My bonding scent fills the air and I was glad it did. I wanted him to smell it and know who I wanted.] Smell that? That’s for you. [My fangs elongate slowly as I turn my head to gaze at the angel.] That's what I want. You. [Biting back a growl as I rip my gaze away from him. MINE. The word screamed in my head. He had to be crazy if he would think I would want anyone else.] 

Mal: 

Like me, Z couldn’t sit still, not having this conversation. As he got up and paced across the room toward the punching bag, I resisted the urge to stalk his steps. When had I become this green monster? Ugh, it was fuckin’ disgusting. I wouldn’t even blame him if he called me on this BS. Was this a Bonded male thing? How did their females stand it... Sweet /jay-bus/…

“That’s not…”

I was going to say ‘possible’, even as my mind whispered the opposite. It wasn’t impossible… just very, very rare. I’d never even heard of one existing in the last ten years. A Panwere; a human that could be infected by multiple strains of the lycanthropy virus simply by being exposed to it. 

Forcing myself to focus on my male’s words, I shelved my surprise that his friend happened to be one of the rarest things on earth, and fought back a few choice snarky responses as well. Like the fact they’d let their nemesis, Lash, in as a trainee, only to kill him here as well and ensure his resurrection as the Omega’s spawn. Did I think a shifter, a creature of dual natures, could blind side people to get what they wanted? 

Fuck yes I did. 

Just because they wanted to trust him didn’t mean I had to. And even as Zsadist’s bonding scent filled the gym, curling in enticing tendrils toward me, around me, I didn’t flinch. Yes, I adored this vampire, but I couldn’t ignore my hunter instinct. And it was majorly triggered. 

“There are more breeds of vampires in the world than you all know,” I said finally, my voice curt. “I’ve hunted several, but not all. Like our own.” But considering our own species only fed on each other, it was a moot point. “The fact he’s here means more vampires will come. Whatever quiet corner of the world this race has managed to preserve will be shattered soon. You don’t run and hide unless someone knows you enough to chase you,” I point out. “So trust him, if you want. But I don’t have to. I care about you,” I added, my wings shifting as I turned, the feathers rustling. “I care about your life more than my own, Z. But understand that I cannot trust something, or someone, that a life time of hunting has taught me to be wary of. I simply can’t.”

Zsadist:

[My eyes stay trained on the angel as he spoke. Not understanding how he could care for me more than his own life. I mean yes, I felt the same way, but what was my life?  Not as important as his to throw away. Though I let that all go, for now. Scrubbing a hand back and forth across my head.] 

I understand that, but you don’t even know him. Haven’t even met him and already are assuming shit. Just...don’t have so much hatred for him before you even meet him, true? ‘Cause one day he could be out on rotation with you. And you may need him at your side or vice versa. 

[Grunting as I move back towards him. My eyes roamed over his features as I reached out to cup his cheeks.] I care for you too. So much that I wouldn’t let something happen to you. Promise that. I never really cared about anyone like the way I do you. I don’t want to fuck this up.

[Nods before leaning in to steal a kiss. It started off soft but turned more passionate as my fingers twisted in his hair. Tongue tangling with his own as my arms wrap around his neck. I couldn’t help it. Once I started kissing this male I couldn’t stop. Reluctantly I pull back. Dragging my tongue over his lower lip as I do so. I was hoping the kiss would distract him from the subject at hand.]

Mal:

A frown curved my lips as I folded my arms, my wings rustling in agitation. 

“I never said I hated him. Distrusting someone and hating them are two different things, Z. I’ll make my decisions on this shifter after I’ve met him, and not before.” Drawing in a breath, I shook myself of the anxiety that a life time of hunting had given me. “Do you know what his animals are, this Hadrian?”

As he came closer I put a lid on any more questions. Parts of me warmed and softened at his words, my initial anger and frustration melting away with the kiss. For a moment I simply enjoyed it, let my wings relax at my back. When it broke, when his tongue flicked against my lower lip, I slow blinked and smiled.

“Nice try, Z.”

But even with the words, I felt no desire to resume our ‘discussion’. There would be time enough for that. And apparently I’d have to meet this Hadrian soon regardless. Rotations with a guy that could claw my face off was gonna be swell…

Sighing, I curled my wings forward until the primaries rubbed at his side. 

“I don’t want to mess this up either. Just so you know.”

Zsadist:

[Lifting one hand to rub at his nape. My fingers threading through his hair as my eyes meet his.] It won’t get messed up. I...I can’t afford to lose you. Just the thought of it makes my chest tighten up. So no. That won’t be happening. 

[Pressing my forehead against his own, my nose barely grazing against his.] Just stay...stay like you said you would. Hell get rid of that room you have and stay with me in mine. Pretty sure everyone knows about us. [Says with a grunt as I lean in to steal another kiss. This time when I pull back I let my nose drag along your jaw.] 

Come on. 

[Reaching out to take the angel’s hand. I twine our fingers before giving his arm a nice tug as I make him exit the gym with me.] 

We are going to my room right now and I don’t give a fuck who sees.

[Yes I was still feeling like a bonded male and wanted to have him in my bed. MINE. The word screams in my head once again. Fuck. I will never get used to this shit. Turning to gaze over my shoulder at him. I still couldn’t believe that he was mine. The fuck did I do to deserve him? Hell if I knew. I guess I could just be grateful that I had him. And hope that I would never lose him.]

[survivorwakea]

Episode 9: “Anabel back on her crackhead bullshit.” -Asya

Justin going out after getting a self-vote. Don't trust anyone, not even yourself.

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ZACK FOUND THE FUCKING IDOL. ZACK FOUND THE FUCKING IDOL. ZACK FOUND THE FUCKING IDOL.

Me, Ben, Elmo and Zack were on a call and we all did an idol search and ZACK FOUND IT AND I SCREAMED AND ITS 3AM BUT I DONT CARE ZACK HAS A MOTHERFUCKING IDOL.

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Oh sweet fucking jesus.

So I get off call with Elmo, Ben and Zack and Zack is like hieee can we call? and im like okay? I have absolutely no idea what to expect at all. He's like I have something to tell u, at this point I'm like fuck this sounds like bad bad news or good news but idk if im mentally stable enough to handle either. He tells me he has the fucking premerge idol and that he got it on his first run. I'm sat there basically starting to cry like oh my god zack I cannot believe this right now. and he's like no there's more. My stomach fucking drops. He tells me Elmo knows as well. I'm like ok sis what the fuck. He had to tell Elmo because it was his first go and him and Elmo were sharing guesses. Okay I guess I understand. But he also said something like Elmo said not to tell me. Which really does have me thinking. I thought me and Elmo had a lot more open communication now, and the fact he didn't want to tell me something like this is a reason as to why I have been hesitant to talk game with him. But according to Zack he also said he doesn't think I would leak so maybe he was just thinking about not wanting too many people to know. I need to have a chat with Elmo tomorrow so we can clear some stuff up so I can know better where I stand, or just have Elmo lie to my face which I end up finding out later down the line when he inevitably tries to vote me out again. But oh how ironic it would be if I could convince Zack to use the idol on me to get Elmo out. Please note ~ I don't dislike Elmo, in fact I adore him. I just see me and him as very similar players and therefore I feel he would be one of my main competitions especially as this game gets further on. I just have a lot of feelings and a lot of things to discuss right now

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I've had so much to think about the last couple hours my mind is spinning. Justin voted out because of his own dumbass move to tell Johnny about his self-vote, like that's not a death wish waiting to happen. Hell I would've been on board with voting Justin had I known. He was a clear threat but I was planning on waiting 1 more tribal before trying to get him out. I was lied to by a lot of people, maybe 2 tribals in a row now which leaves me shaking and scrambling. Where the fuck do I stand with any of these people? Zack who I adore with all my heart where do I stand with you baby? I know you said you would use your idols on me and help get us both to the final. But I am scared, I am so so scared you could be lying to me. You said it yourself earlier you are so used to lying to people in this game that if someone asked if your name was Zack, you'd tell them it wasn't. I think it would hurt me more if you told me about your premerge idol and said you'd get us both to the end and then voted me out more than if you never told me anything at all. Did you tell me this because you're worried about your position or because you genuinely meant it? Remember I could be on the jury. Asya, my sweetness in this game. We didn't talk for a full day after Joey got voted out. It was only when I decided to own up to the fact I wrote her name down tonight that we opened a discussion and I feel we cleared the air a bit, both of us felt we had no choice when writing down each other's names. I hope things improve between us and we can work together again, however you have appeared to be inactive which kind of scares me. Johnny having kept the vote of Justin from me after I told him I felt I wasn't being listened to with the people I was aligned with has kinda rubbed me the wrong way since I very heavily hinted I wanted Justin out, but you can't be sayin those kinda things to people you're aligned with cause they could so easily turn on you. Although I had mentioned it to Zack and I think Zack would've been down as well so that was my plan for a couple tribals ahead. Do you really want to work with me or has this all been lies? Ben I do not trust as far as I can throw him right now. After Zack gets the idol he conveniently says he forgot to mention that he landed on one of the bonus spots on the way to the idol and got an extra vote. Okay bitch boy how the fuck does that just accidentally slip your mind? Do not trust one bit right now, once he realises he's on the bottom he's definitely gonna flee like fuck. Has a soothing voice though, I enjoy being on call. He's kinda funny, even if he does make Zack mad by the fact he's getting comfortable with us and calling us bitches. Bodhi is just a lying fucker and I want him out ASAP, he should've been the person we got out or at least tried to instead of Asya but whatever, there's always next time. Lily I have no idea what the fuck is going on in her head right now, she messaged me with some half hearted apology and then wants to create a group of people to work together but when I asked who she wanted to involve she has just ignored me, whatever your time will be up soon enough unless I try to drag u to the end with me so I have a goat since I haven't seen u do much other than win like 1 immunity challenge. Jared I wanna work with but idk how much trust is there, plus he's a strong player and I feel could do well so I want him out kinda soon oopsie. But who knows, if we start working together maybe it's something that could work out for us. Sometimes competition is good. Anabel a cutie but also a massive liability, never know what's going on with her and where she truly stands with anyone. I wish she would just be properly up front with me about who she's close with. Wish she spoke more game to me than she actually does. Elmo I've already wrote down a lot about how I feel about you but ya I love u so much I just think you're such a threat to me and there could be a vote where if it's not you that goes home it will be me. Also where the fuck do I stand with you? Are you being open with me? It'd crush me if you weren't I've been trying this game with you I really have. This is long and turned into something I didn't expect it to be and its like 5am so I need sleep. So much has gone on and I've so much to think about I don't even know where to turn right now.

i manifested that, right.. like.. i literally JUST said in my last confessional how me and chloe eventually wanted justin out and then it happened.. now, it didn't go how i would have wanted it to go, but it still went.. would i have loved to be part of that plan? duh. but i think justin leaving might be a blessing in disguise. or a huge curse. i guess we'll have to wait and see. all i have to say is this.. justin did that to his damn self. how stupid of him to tell johnny about the alliance we're in and the fact that he has a vote against him that round.. like WHAT is wrong with him.. all he had to do was keep his mouth shut and he would have been here kJGDSKS... and the fact that he literally told johnny EVERYTHING like what the fuck is wrong with you justin.. so stupid on your part and im so fucking pissed bc it fucks with my game. now.. some bigger news.. i found the merge idol?? KLHDFKLJSDKFGJL.... now i have two fucking idol. i can't believe IT. manifestation really does work. so ben, elmo and chloe all know about the merge idol because we all been helping each other find it.. and i told chloe i have the pre merge idol today. i told her elmo knows and that elmo didn't want me to tell her. i'm doing what i have to do in order to secure me spots more weeks into this game. but now this round is a speed round and i work 12-7 tomorrow so i'm gonna get no social game in really... this sucks and i just have to pray and hope they don't target me this round because i don't wanna have to use any idols yet. i really just wish this round wasn't sped up because it's really fucking with me and i hate the fact

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sorry i pressed enter before.. i hate the fact that i know i'm not gonna really be able to talk to people this round bc of work so i have to trust my allies will do everything correctly.. unlike how justin did anything he did.

Zack found the idol and I told our alliance about the extra vote. I am ride or die with Anabel's Angels at this point

Ignore everything I said in that last confessional. I don’t know what I’m doing. Getting Justin out was essential to moving those who I know I can trust to work with further in the game. Finally in an alliance with Jared and Johnny. I feel really solid about that. I’m continuing to not tell Elmo anything but still wanting to work with him so that’s a mood. But it sounds like my alliance along with Bodhi asya and anabel should be able to come together again and vote. But let’s find out cause I sure don’t know. Also Justin danggggg you were really coming out the gate. We gotcha but really respect how you make moves.

wow,,, speed round,,, crazy stuff miss aj,,, lol im so stressed ab this i literally dont know what im doing. jared wants to vote out ben and honestly i kinda do too, and i would w/o hesitation if it wasnt for zack elmo and chloe. i told them my voting justin out and lying to them was a one time thing and i like desperately wanna hold true to that, but jared brings up some INCREDIBLE points. i wanna tell them i wanna vote ben but ik they wouldnt react very well.. i just feel like voting him is best for my game bc like hes potentially the person whos playing the very best and im terrified of that bc i wanna win!!!! not him!!!!! it is just. hard. ill get back to u later prolly thank u for listening :)

so..... i lived

my heart was literally POUNDING during that tribal like i was fully prepared to drag anabel and johnny out behind me by their noses but ! i stayed ! sucks it had to be me or justin but according to chloe he may or may not have REALLY hardcore been pushing for me to go so.... the superior hawks stan won ig

oh yeah i talked to chloe. i’ve been putting it off but she messaged me and it wasn’t as bad as i thought bc as far as i’m concerned we’re even now. i want to really try to be a good ally to her. i know i have my alliance of 5 (6? are we counting lily in the alliance? she’s not physically in the chat but she’s been more of an ally to me than anabel so,) but i’m not stupid enough to think that those are gonna be the last people standing at the end. there’s always room for error. so i’m gonna do my best to work on my individual connections this round. it’s rough when these people literally just tried to send me home but we try anyways.

now. today’s issue. i literally want anabel gone So Bad. but johnny. he thinks that he has her on lock but like. if that was the case then the joey thing wouldn’t have happened (or maybe it wouldn’t have happened if the dumbass men listened to opinions other than their own but w/e). like she’s playing the game and doing it well. we’ve had two merge votes, both split down the middle almost. anabel is the ONLY person to vote on the right side both times. that doesn’t work for me. i don’t think she’s like actively targeting me because as far as i know, the facebook people kept justin’s self vote a secret from her? which means she might not have known we had the majority anyways 6-5 and she just voted him because she didn’t want me to go. and that’s all well and good, but i definitely see her being a problem for me in the later game. so. something to think about

Trust List 3.0:

1. Asya 2. Bodhi 3. Lily 4. Johnny 5. Chloe 6. Elmo 7. Zack 8. Anabel 9. Ben

anabel back on her crackhead bullshit. all i’ve said is that i won’t vote chloe because i gave my word and now suddenly she wants to vote chloe because johnny doesn’t want zack to go for some reason and his ass was out all day so basically he comes home two hours before the vote and starts changing shit up. i’m LIVID

https://soundcloud.com/bodhi-small/week-8/s-SjYaD

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Ben is voted out in a 5-4-2 vote. He becomes the third member of our jury.