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theywhowriteandknowthings · 6 months

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Murder Daddy Kinktober 2023 Day 28 You trying to get me fired?

NSFW 18+ minors DNI. Warnings: Office AU/Lawyer AU, Office romance/sex, co-workers, sexual tension, voyeurism, fingering, dirty talk, the whole office definitely heard, unprotected PiV (wrap it up folks). Let me know if I missed anything!

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You saunter into Miguel’s office, blouse undone just enough to show off your cleavage and a whisper of your pale blue lace bra. Your tight pencil skirt hugs your hips as you drop the take-away box of empanadas on the desk.

“Layla said you haven’t moved from your desk since seven this morning, thought I’d make sure you aren’t going to keel over at the three o’clock.”

Miguel doesn’t look up from his computer screens, lost in the legal brief you know is up on both his monitors. His one hand is scribbling away on one of those artists tablets that allow you to draw digitally. But instead of creating art, he’s annotating evidence and marking pages to go back to with you after the meeting.

“You’re welcome, hijo de puta.”

You grumble under your breath as you turn to walk out, your hand is on the doorknob as you hear the growl from behind you.

“You tryin’ to get me fired muñeca?”

There it is.

You hear the hungry rasp in his voice accented by the sound of his desk chair being rolled back; it hits the wall with a crack, and you smile to yourself. Is today the day you finally get Miguel to snap? To take what you both know is his, and only his?

You twist the doorknob, pulling the door open only for it to be slammed shut. A broad palm slaps against the wood as you feel him crowd you from behind.

“Couldn’t have just asked me to fuck you like a good girl, could you?” Miguel’s lips ghost along your exposed neck, his breath fanning across your skin in short, hot bursts.

“You know I’m not one to beg, Miggy.”

“God, you’re fucking annoying.”

Miguel says, almost softly, as he slides his free hand down your thigh, dragging it back up slowly before slipping his thick fingers under the hem of your skirt. You struggle to stay still, heart pounding in your chest as your cunt throbs in anticipation.

“Careful, we’ve got that meeting later.”

You purr as you feel the fabric strain as he yanks it up. You moan softly as he licks a stripe up the column of your neck, and you feel his lips pull up into a smirk against your skin. The sound of your skirt tearing makes you hiss, and you try to push back against Miguel.

“Don’t be a brat, I know you have another outfit in your office down the hall.”

He pushes you flat against the door now, your cheek pressed against the hard surface as he pins you with his large form. You can feel the press of his cock against the seam of your ass, and you whimper as he rips the rest of the fabric away.

“Look at that.” Miguel purrs as he pulls your lacy panties down just enough to expose your dripping core to the air-conditioned chill of the office. You cry out as he runs his knuckles through your wet folds, gathering your slick over his fingers.

“You finally gonna give in and fuck me, Miguel? Taken you long enough.”

“Mierda, can’t keep your mouth shut, can you?” He grunts as he pushes two thick fingers inside you, giving you no time to adjust. The burn is sinful, and you can’t help but whimper at the stretch. You grind back against his hand instinctively as he fucks you with his fingers. curling them up to press into your g-spot.

“Miggy, fuck, better than I could have imagined.”

“Oh?” He presses you up against the door with his whole body as he picks up the pace, the breath is forced out of your lungs as he smothers you with his body, “You been thinking about how I’d fuck you muñeca? How often, tell me.”

“Fuck.” You groan as he grinds his palm against your aching clit. You’re pinned under him, completely at his mercy as he unravels you with his thick fingers and scathing tone.

“Answer me.”

His hand stills inside you and you whine at the lack of friction. You try and move against him, but you’re pinned too tightly against the door. Your walls flutter around his fingers buried inside you and he hums in approval as he licks a flat, broad stripe against your skin, driving you closer to the edge.

“All the fucking time.” You wheeze through clenched teeth and that only makes him laugh, a low, barking sound.

“Fucking slut, you touch yourself when you think about me?”

“You fucking know I do Miggy, been trying to get you to do this for months.”

You’re rewarded for your sass with a sharp, loud crack, as Miguel spanks you hard with his free hand, the pain sending ripples of pleasure straight to your core.

“I’m a firm believer in consent baby, can’t give you what you want if you don’t use your words to ask for it like a good girl.”

“You’re such an asshole.” You grumble as your fingers scrape on the lacquered wood of the door.

“Well?”

“Miguel, please, put your cock in me.” You bite through your pride as you beg. You’re so close, and all you want is for him to finally give in to you. Fuck you like you deserve, pressed against his office door like a whore.

His fingers leave you and you groan in protest at the way your pussy clenches around nothing, the emptiness maddening as you try and squirm against him. Relief washes over you as you hear the clink of his belt mere seconds before he nudges his head against your entrance from behind.

“Was that so hard?” He scoffs as he asks with all the smugness you deserve as he notches himself at your needy core, holding himself there for a few agonising seconds before he eases into you.

“Fu-uck.” Is all you can muster as he drives his thick length inside. You pant and moan at the burning stretch of his thick cock. He takes his time, filling you up, pausing, letting you adjust, before pressing into your once more.

“Such a tight little cunt, been holding out on me.” Miguel growls as he finally fills you to the hilt, both of you panting and gasping as he sits heavily inside you.

“Please, Miguel, fuck me.”

“There it is.”

Miguel’s fingers press firm marks into your hips as he pulls almost all the way out and you whimper at the way his cock rakes through your slick walls. You let your hand fall to your clit, not caring if Miguel’s ego would be bruised or not, you’re beyond letting men, even men like Miguel, from dictating your pleasure.

“Fucking dirty girl, I love it,” He growls as he notices what you’re doing, “Was going to take it slow, touch you myself, but I love that you just take what you fuckin’ want.”

Miguel starts to thrust into you harder, pulling almost all the way out, before snapping his hips forward to fill you to the brim. You cry out as pleasure arcs through you like tongues of flame, a desperate push and pull as you let him use you.

“Where do you want me?”

He pants against the column of your neck as his pace quickens, his thrusts getting sloppy as he kneads the swell of your ass, no doubt leaving bruises where his fingertips press into your flesh.

“Inside, I’ve got an implant, come inside me, please.” You whine as your fingers press just right on your clit as you rub frantically against the swollen bundle of nerves.

Miguel groans low in your ear as he fucks you so hard the door rattles violently beneath you. But you don’t care about who hears, you’re sure half the office are rolling their eyes as they hear the evidence of your months-long sexual tension finally coming to fruition.

“Fuck going to come, fill this sweet little-!” Miguel’s sentence is cut off by the guttural snarl that rips from his lips as he buries himself deep inside you as he comes. You cry out as the blinding rush of your orgasm rips through you, your cunt clenching around Miguel’s cock as you milk him dry. You pant heavily into the air as Miguel presses soft, tender kisses to your shoulder as you both come down from your high.

Eventually Miguel breaks the silence.

“So, you still keep that pant suit in the second desk drawer?”

“Of course you fucking know where it is.” You huff out a laugh as he eases out of you, his spend already trickling down your leg.

“When are you going to learn muñeca? You can’t hide a thing from me.”

“Asshole.” You groan as you use your torn skirt to clean up the worse of the mess before sliding your panties back into place.

“Got that right, now stay put.” He smirks at you as he eases the door open to slip through, giving you the dignity of not being laid bare to the office floor.

“Not like I can go anywhere!” You shout after him and you shake your head as the door clicks shut behind him. You shuffle over to his desk and perch on the edge, looking over at the screens to see a hand written message on a blank document.

Stop being so stubborn, and we can do this again sometime.

“Asshole.” You say to yourself, already formulating a plan to get back at him.

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dos-oroguitas · 2 years

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You Belong

Your life with the Madrigal family is as happy as it can be but your grandfather isn’t too happy about that. Platonic! Madrigal Family x reader

part 1 is here! masterlist !!

Life with the Family Madrigal was all what Mirabel said in her song. They were all fantastical and magical! You would expect that joining them would make you feel envious or at least sad that you were powerless like Mirabel was but that wasn’t the case. You may not have a miracle but you were still a part of the family Madrigal and you wouldn’t have it in any other way.

You were as happy as you can be, free as you can be. The years that you’ve spent living under your grandfather were almost all forgotten except for the damage he had caused when he had torment you with his cruel words. Every loud noise had startled you, even a shift in someone’s tone would make you stiffen nervously and look around for a place to hide. You would bristle up when someone would raise their voice.

You still feared that one day he would return and drag you back to the hell you were living in with him. You were scared that all of this was a dream and in the first few weeks you had stayed with them, you were walking on eggshells. Trying to please, trying to not let them find any reason to return you home.

And they noticed that. Just like those years before when Dolores was given her gift, the family tried their hardest to speak gently and softly. They would reassure you that you won't ever return to that horrid family of yours. You were a Madrigal and you were going to stay a Madrigal. They were careful around you though just like the whole village was, now apologetic for not noticing anything and they now turned on your grandfather after his cruelty had been exposed by whispers.

Whispers that may or may not have been circulated by a certain shapeshifter that you now called your brother.

The town of Encanto wouldn’t so much as look at them when they would try to talk or buy something. Your grandfather had become so enraged and with your uncles and aunts, had banged on the Madrigal family door and you had the unfortunate chance of opening it up before Dolores could come and warn you.

“Tonto, get out here! What have you been telling the Madrigals?!” He seized you by your shoulders, nails digging in your skin as you cried out.

“You hijo/hija de puta! Do you know what you’ve done?! You poisoned their minds, you let the town turn on us!” Before you could defend yourself however, Felix and Agustin had already seized your grandfather who kicked and shouted.

Thunder struck the ground near where your family stood and Pepa had stood there with Julieta, swinging a baking pin around before she checked up on you.

“Mamá Julieta, Mamá Pepa..” You sobbed and you swore their anger worsened as you held onto them for dear life.

“Shhh, pequeño, you’re alright..” Julieta placed a gentle kiss on your forehead whilst Pepa had gently moved your clothes away to see just what had caused you to cry out. Angry crescent marks were on both your shoulders, red and some had already been dripping with blood.

“¡El cabrón!” Pepa had cursed at your grandfather.

In came Luisa and Isabela Madrigal. The ground shook as Luisa towered over your now quivering family members whilst Isabela’s vines wrapped around their ankles so they couldn’t escape. Sundew and cacti grew around to create a barrier between you and your former family. Her usually calm and collected expression enraged as she saw you crying.

Julieta would place an arepa on your hand and kiss your forehead once more. “Here, it won’t hurt anymore if you eat this.. you’re safe pequeño. You’re okay.” She reminds you gently as you ate the arepa all the while Pepa’s thunders got louder and sharper and Felix had to leave your grandfather who was in turn, caught by Luisa. Your Tio Felix would try to calm her down at least a smidge.

Just so the town wouldn’t get too affected but by all means she could strike your grandfather and his family down if she had a good aim. And she did get a good aim, you’d find out as a little lightning had zapped your grandfather.

Dolores and Camilo would soon enter along with Mirabel who would take to being by your side instead. “You’re alright, hermana/hermano.” Mirabel and Camilo would gently hold you whilst Dolores covered your ears from the onslaught of curses that left your grandfather’s lips. Don’t worry about her, right now you were more important than the discomfort she felt from the loud noises. Though as she knelt down, you slowly placed your own smaller hands to cover her ears.

You wouldn’t let her hear your grandfather either. Dolores would smile sweetly, pressing her forehead against yours.

You’d think it ends there but here comes Tio Bruno.. oh, your mistake, Tio Hernando had come barreling in with his tiny army of rats who squeaked angrily at your former family.

“You leave my sobrina/ sobrino alone!” ‘Hernando’ exclaimed, before he had immediately covered his head with a bucket he was holding, slapping the spackle knife on your still raging grandfather’s cheek.

“Why, you..!” Everything was so loud. It was chaos until Abuela’s calm voice interrupted the yelling.

And your grandfather had looked relieved, immediately relaxing in Luisa and Agustin’s arms. “Ah, Señora Madrigal, finally a voice of reason! That.. That bastard child has filled your minds with lies you see! We’ve treated them kindly, Señora. The useless chi—!”

What he didn’t expect, or what any of you didn’t expect, was your Abuela to punch him square in the face before she calmed herself, rubbing her now sore knuckles as your grandfather gaped at her with a now broken nose.

“Wh..”

“I consider myself a very kind and compassionate person, Señor, which is why I am giving you and your family a chance to leave Encanto.”

“You can’t do that! You..!” Your grandfather and his family were appalled. Leave Encanto? That was unheard of! “¡No, Señora, por favor!” He had begged, getting on his knees. Abuela crossed her arm over the other.

“I cannot risk you still living here with my grandchild. Who knows what you may do next after this outburst? Your cruelty, your hatred towards a helpless child, the miracle would shun it. And shuns you. You will leave Encanto, if you know what's best for you.”

Alma Madrigal had set her mind to her decision, putting her foot down firmly no matter how hard they’ve begged. Some townspeople had already packed their bags for them, a donkey drawn cart with a rickety wheel.

“Encanto is no place for those who would do others harm.” She insists, watching as Luisa had swiftly carried your former family’s still protesting form. She placed them in the car with a grunt. There were no more protests. Alma Madrigal was a stubborn woman and with a family full of miracles? They wouldn’t dare oppose her.

And you watched as they left Encanto, your new family holding you close and making sure that you were alright. You were grateful. He was gone. They were finally gone and they weren't coming back.

You didn’t know why. Nothing hurt anymore but you had suddenly burst out into tears again, curling up in your family’s arms with a choked sob. You weren’t used to it, to the warmth of their hugs or the happy smiles that were directed to you. Somedays you would think that you didn't deserve any of it but your family would reassure you.

You belong with them just as much as they belong with you.

Second part of Home! I was really im the mood for some Platonic! Madrigal Family x reader again. I hope you guys liked the picture, I struggled in Canva just to edit it 😭

If you have thoughts and ideas you want to share, my messages are always open! It’s in a semi-closed state for now as I kinda get bursts of inspiration when reading you guys’ messages 😅

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thesolotomyhan · 4 years

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narcos: dating them would include: gustavo gaviria hc

Tags: @fandomnerd16 @visintaes @sheeshgivemeabreak

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Warnings: NSFW!

ok, when I think of gustavo being in a relationship i can imagine it being full of pure bliss,

your relationship would make both of your hearts full for one another even when you’re not even looking at each other-

gustavo would need someone who is always on his side but also the complete opposite of his anxious ass,,

wow you would basically be the cushion he can fall back on at the end of the day without criticism from anyone. you would be his home :)

like whenever you see him scribbling all these numbers down in his little notepad for pablo, tirelessly working his mind off,,

you would be the one to pull him away, from his constant state of stress and help him breathe,,

“espérame otros 5 minutos bebé, ya casi acabo”

“gustavo, eso dijiste hace 2 horas, no va a pasar nada con tomarte un descanso, vamos” as your giving him like a shoulder rub, already seeing him relaxing in your touch,,,

god, gustavo is an affection whore,,i know he loves it when you run your hands through his hair, give him kisses, or even hugging him,,, just always touching him, your mere presence calms him and clears his mind,,

i feel like gustavo wouldnt be into taking you out to fancy dates, or clubs, he gives me more of, i’ll take you out to lunch instead, vibe,, c a s u a l

he’s not into publicity or showing you off in front of others that aren’t apart of the family-

but he wouldnt mind you holding his hand or giving him a quick kiss in front of others,, he actually likes that kind of stuff when you’re loving up on him,,

he would also be someone who likes to hold you from behind with his arms across your chest, holding you close to him,, where he might rock the both of you back and forth-

ok, but literally the cutest shit is when you come up to him after he spends all day at pablo’s house, just taking his hat off when you’re in front of him and giving him a sweet kiss,,

the little laugh he’ll give when you do that as he wraps one of his arms around you…

you would probably spend a lot of your time at pablo’s house with gustavo anyways because he would prefer to keep you nearby and not at home waiting for him-

omg, but also being best friends with tata would be a bonus,, just having an attached to the hip type of relationship with her-

, the two of you spilling chisme about pablo and gustavo when youre together,,,

just the perfect girl time with her-

ok listen, you would also be the favorite tia with pablo’s kids,,

just thinking about how you would always be down to play fútbol with juan pablo, or do whatever manuela’s heart desires from you,,

just being that tia that secretly gives them candies before dinner and doing water gun fights with them?? Please omg

like the idea that you would be chasing them around the hacienda, full on laughing until you’re soaked from head to toe,,

there also might of been multiple times when the 3 of you teamed up and snuck up on tio gustavo who was taking a smoke break-

ugh, pablo would be laughing at the sight of gustavo swearing and chasing after the 3 of you-

wow ok also the thought of gustavo just watching you do all these things for those kids, how you never turn down any of their requests, would have him admiring you even more if it’s possible, his mujer

now is he going to have baby fever after he sees you do literally anything for that pair of kids? Maybe :))

god ok the longing look he would give you when he sees you walking into the room,,,

even tho youre not even looking in his direction because you would be talking with tata or something,

but gustavo would forget whatever tf he was talking to with pablo about and just stare at you, the smallest smile showing- omg

Pablo would endlessly tease gustavo for being soft with you even though he adores your relationship and you even more for keeping his cousin happy-

dragging him along to the family events for him to enjoy too, the amused look he would have as he watches you tug him forward to listen to pablo’s speech in front of everyone,,

i- he just gives me the feeling that he would put up with a lot your things just to see the excitement in your eyes-

like deep down he really loves it when you force him to do things,,

can you imagine having late night conversations with him, out on the bench by the pool, where you would be cuddled into his side,

just sitting there for hours with the soft fucking looks you would give each other, talking about everything,,

him singing the songs that would come on the radio to you, omg hold on

and most of the times, pablo and tata would come join you guys

probably listening to the dumb things they used to do as kids, just, sharing laughs and stories until it gets so late, you’re falling asleep against gustavos chest,,,

fuck, ok but pablo telling gustavo when he sees that you fell asleep-

“no vayas a dejar ir a esa mujer, marica”

just- the way he would look down at you, peacefully sleeping, giving you a soft kiss on top of your head

the feel of the ring that sits inside of his pocket has him chuckling back at pablo,, and imagining how pretty it would look on your hand instead, Im not ok im sorry

NSFW:

ok here we gooo,,

so first off I have this picture in mind where he would be doing his financial things for the cartel out in this outdoor lawn table,-

just looking over the papers in front of him, writing down numbers with like a cigarette in between his lips,

as he just lets himself fall back into his chair, looking down at where you are, on your knees in front of him,,

moving your hair out of your face so he can see you better as you blow him-

just,,, the low groans he’ll let out when he sees you take all of him into your mouth-

“hijo de puta”-

running his hands over his face when he lets his head fall back, trying not to just fucking thrust into your mouth because he wants to see you gag so badly, but he holds himself back,,

he’ll be gripping the arm rest so hard it might break when he looks down again and sees the drool dripping from your lips as you bob you head -ok

so i see gustavo being someone who likes to take his time with you when he has time- a slowburn tempo

just kissing every part of your exposed skin each time he takes something new off of you, caressing wherever he can touch you-

he would know what spots would get you to respond to him quicker and what would have you gripping him harder-

wanting to see you slowly fall apart,,,

i feel like he would love to focus so much of his attention to your chest,especially when your on top of him,,

because I know gustavo likes being topped ok,,

just leaving as many marks as he can there- kissing and kneading you’re breasts as he watches you cave your head back,,

he would move his hands to your ass where he’ll encourage you to move your body to grind down on him, smiling against you when he hears you sigh his name out as you place your hands against his chest and move along with his movements,,

god, the way his hands would move to wander all over your back when you reach between the two of you to grasp his cock and slowly sink down onto him, your hands moving to grip his hair as an anchor,,

he would let you adjust to him for as long as you need as he kisses your neck, letting you take the reins and control the speed whenever youre on top-

he’ll just watch you closely, loving the way you dig your nails into his shoulders as you try so hard to reach your high, once you start bouncing on him,,

wow, the way how he only needs to thrust just once up into you to see you lose your momentum,

moving his hands up and down your legs when you plant your hands on his chest to steady yourself, -

probably teases you for getting distracted so easily,-

“sigue, pensé que vos quería esto”,- ok

the slow sex,omg

like i can imagine youre on your back with him on top of you, the both of you having your chests touching, nothing being able to get between the two of you,

your face right in front of his as he brings his hand to rest on your chest, slowly but harshly thrusting into you with your legs wrapped around his hips,,

god, his thrusts would have your body moving up on the bed, to the point where you have to put your hand against the headboard to stop yourself from hitting it-

he’ll just be whispering to you how beautiful you look taking him in as he leaves marks on the underside of your jaw,,

his thrusts gradually picking up speed as he moves to kiss your lips, muffling your moans,, as one of your hands come to tug on his hair-

his own hand would come up and hold the back of your neck when he feels you close to your orgasm, just wanting to see the way you roll your eyes back-

*and cuddling afterwards would be his shit,,

nothing makes his heart warm than having you laying on his chest, mindlessly drawing patterns

your legs tangled with his as he holds you close, the smell of his fresh cigarette filling the room, both of your breaths slowly coming back as the two of you smile into each other,, -

god, and he would also be the mf to call you, when you’re not with him, to be ready for him when he gets home after a long day,,

“ahorita llego en 15 minutos, te quiero en la cama esperándome”

wanting nothing than to relieve his stress by seeing you under him, moaning his name-

fuck,, just needing to feel you clench around him again while you move your hips up into him, your hair becoming a mess from his hold on it- wow

#narcos imagine #narcos imagines #gustavo gaviria #gustavo gaviria x reader #narcos

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psychemeanscure · 4 years

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PART 11

“Excuse me, Señor. If you don’t mind. May you please allow me to punch your son for almost harming my dearest fiancé?”

His firm permission while convicting eyes never left to his one and only target, Zilo Alcaziar who was just standing at the corner right across where his father is seated. As the old Alcaziar was taken aback for he had no idea as well, glancing his son who’s pleading eyes bore to be spared. “Oh? Is that so, young man? The floor is yours then.”

Even motioning its hands as if to welcome his awaiting assault. “No! Papá, I’m your son. You can’t---“

He hasn’t got the chance to complete his statement indeed, as Jang Taeyoung’s fist already landed onto him, that later can’t seem to process anything on how a single punch can give a great damage for he stumbled with a bleeding teeth. “That is all, Señor. I must go. Thank you for your time.”

Succeeded by his only intention, he bid goodbye just like that, leaving the grumbling son of the enemy. “That’s absurd, Papá! You letting me be punched when I’m your son?!” just to be responded by an uncontrollable laugh from his father or rather more like an insult. “Ooh. That young lad. He keeps on surprising me, really. You should learn from him son.” Acting as if a proud parent which only made Zilo snort yet not too long after sensing the tending action of his father.

Zilo can never forget what had just happened to him this past few days, given the ransack from his warehouse at the same day. Now he was dazed by how the tables turned so easily with this arrogant culprit from yesterday. That a knock from the center table can only hold him back from reverie.

“Are you with me, Zilo?” Jang Taeyoung who eventually tries to catch his attention. “You’re spacing out. What’s bothering you?” his proceeding words then before sipping his glass of vodka. Just to be responded from Zilo’s frustrating groan. “You, brother. What’s your catch, eh? From what I remember, you were initially pissed about what I did. Then what is this? I don’t understand.”

His bewilderment surely before a dealing reaction from Jang who simply putting down his drink on the table. “Let’s just say… Punching you after made me change my perspective?”

“You mean?”

“I mean; this offer I have for you might give you a chance to fight against your Papá?”

Thus the young Alcaziar stifled for a while. Later to frown after realizing his last statement. “What makes you think that I could actually go against my father, huh? That’s crazy.” His denying defenses indeed, just to be responded by a smirking confidence of him. “Are you sure about that brother? Your reaction seems to defy the other way around though.”

And finally, silently complimenting himself for he already sees the off-guard reaction of the latter, surrendering from the nowhere walls of his words that the only thing it could do was to avoid his knowing gaze. “I-I doubt it still. I’m sure s-sister wouldn’t approve with this, even.”

A couple of stutters from the caged young man certainly, but just an adamant response for Jang Taeyoung. “I think you’ve forgotten that I’m her beloved husband-to-be, eh? I can convince my dear Amilia in just a span of time. You have nothing to worry. “

With the last sip of his drink, he then decides to stand up, planning on wrapping their talks. “I’m not usually impatient, but I actually expecting your decision as soon as tomorrow. I’m counting on you, Zilo.” As he was about to turn the knob to leave, Zilo hastily halt him from doing.

“Wait.”

“Yes?”

There he saw its hesitating set of words, but ends up stating it so. “Did you somehow knew of a gang who has their mask on during attacks?”

Now, he needs to hide his proud grimace as well. Of course he knew, how he wouldn’t be. “Hmm. Let me see. I think I heard about them. Why?” laughing from his thoughts definitely for his superb acting skills that he actually saw himself lifting his gaze to the ceiling as if truthfully thinking out of concern for the clueless kiddo who’s face starting to light up by his hopeful words. “Great! Could you please find them for me? Those rascals. They came out of nowhere, ransacking my warehouse. Urgh. I’m sure they are after the drugs. Hijo de puta. Tss.”

“Ah, is that so? Alright. I will find them for you.”

His only dispassionate response which was just answered by a simple nod. Leaving its premise at last, as he intendedly contacts her whom he expected not to return his calls.

“Jeez. My mademoiselle, really. Guess a visit will do, huh?”

With an expectant smirk from his face, he then went back into his sedan, looking forward on cooling down his precious lioness who’s currently taking her shower actually. Mind still messed by the sudden turns of event. Cursing him with all her might. “What must I do to you, Jang Taeyoung. You, cabrón.” Forehead leaning to shower tiles as she closely escapes a deafening sigh of frustration.

“Coming!”

Thought of it as her room service, she went straight to open the door without checking her intercom. Slipping from the idea of late regrets.

“What are you doing here?”

Her cold greeting which only eagerly responded by his awestruck reaction. Arms, confidingly leaning by the threshold of the door. Biting his lips from the living Aphrodite in front of him. “What a beautiful sight for a welcome, lioness. May I enter your den?”

His coy remark which only failed to entertain by his confidant who just turns her head from him as it chooses to go straight to her kitchen, getting a pitcher of water. “As if you get swayed from a simple shoo, loco. You’ll let yourself in, anyway.”

Her surrendering welcome obviously, just to be followed by the trailing explicit look of him as if memorizing every bit of her moves. The way her hips wave from his liking, The lick of her tongue from the lingering satisfaction of water. And what more can surpass by the wet look of her long hair which only makes it sexier as it was fixed all through the left side of her neck, making the other side exposed for his discerning needs. Obviously fresh from the bathroom, like the hell! She’s just wearing a bathrobe!

“Stop stripping me in your mind Jang Taeyoung. You can’t have it.”

The next thing she knew?

She was already pinned towards her closed fridge, needed to grasp an air by his sudden entrapment. An arm on the border of its freezer while the other on the edge of the kitchen sink tile. “Oh yeah? So what if… I push to have it, eh? Sung Eunyoung?”

He may not be doing anything beside his desirable eyes bore onto hers, but knowing the reason of it is what torments her, as she gave a savage stare against it. Arms crossed beneath him, chin up as if reminding her supremacy. “Then let me know the reason behind it?”

There she blurts it out. Admitting her own contemplation between not giving him a chance to speak out or give in one last try. Yet, she chose the latter, hoping silently to the man just inches in front of her sanity.

But it didn’t happen. He did not give way for the last time. “I see. You are mad still.”

Just diverted the topic right after he pulls away from trapping her, as he chooses to lean beside her by the kitchen sink instead. “Look, Sung Eunyoung. It’s not that I want to hide this thing from you. But believe me, this isn’t the right time, It’s too dangerous for now. I have to make sure of it first, and I will definitely let you know. Please understand, hm?”

His straight explanation which only let herself intently looking at him. Later found the answer of her hesitations. “Okay.”

Her simple response as she left to his gaze and just plan to get the pitcher she used, back to where it belongs. While him in the other hand, remain unconvinced. Questioning eyes only following to every move she does. “That’s it? No follow up remarks?”

He was unsure from her words truly that she had to rest an arm to her waist as if letting him see her impatience. “Yes, okay. Do I have to elaborate? You’ve got my permission already.” her mere counter which only made him scratch his sideburn while following her every steps. “That isn’t sound convincing for me, Sung Eunyoung. I need to hear it sincerely, please?”

Thus she stops by her tracks urging herself to face him, as a deep sigh escapes from her mouth. Boring eyes, looking right through him.

“Okay. I will understand. Now could you please go home because I’m tired, Jang. I really am.”

She gives in as she actually massaging her temple by her free hand. Just to be left off-guard later. Jang Taeyoung who cups a hand to her cheek, thumb motioning a circular caress, only gets hard for her as she saw a smile she had never seen from him before. Care

“I will. That’s the assuring words I only have to hear, anyway. Good night?”

His soft voice isn’t helping either. Mierda! She can’t almost hear her own voice, that she was just stuck from exploring to his eyes which only stares at her expectantly. “Hm.” Her mere reply indeed before she heard the last shut from her door. Ending her night by the sheets of her bed.

Gripping a tight hold to her phone. Eyes shut in guilt. For she had finally decided even after all his persuasions.

“Do it.”

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lostinmysticfalls · 4 years

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Safe to Fall - Javi x Fem!Reader

Summary: Javi made it very clear from the beginning that there would be no strings attached. He calls you up when he needs you and you’re more than happy to be of service. But when he changes his mind about sending you on a dangerous mission, you realize that perhaps he hasn’t been following his own rule as closely as he thought.

Words: 4,127

Warnings: smut, angst, emotional hurt/comfort, abandonment issues, implied violence briefly mentioned

A/N: Wow… this one took a turn. It’s a little darker and more angsty than I anticipated. Reader’s got quite a bit of emotional baggage but so does Javi so, they’re kinda perfect for each other? (title taken from lyrics of Finally // beautiful stranger by Halsey)

Javi pushed himself up on the granite counter, his denim clad legs and bare feet dangling as he poured two glasses of whiskey over ice. One for him and one for you. The smoke from his lit cigarette billowed like a gray cloud underneath the warm glow of the kitchen light.

“So you really haven’t changed your mind?” He asked.

You set your things down on the small coffee table in the living room. Replying loud enough so he could hear you. “No. I told you I want to help.”

He remembered what happened the last time he had a girl get information for him. The memories of her helpless body curled on the soiled mattress on the floor, immobile and barely breathing. The stench of decay and mold, the creaking sound of the rotting wood in the room, it still vividly haunted him years after the fact.

She couldn't have been older than you, and she too had been brave, willing to help because she felt loyal to him. Because she had also gotten dangerously close even when he thought he was keeping his distance. Angel wings burnt like Icarus by the invisible fiery rays that radiated off of him like a death curse.

Her light was gone after that night. No amount of time was long enough for her to heal. A life ruined forever because of something he'd wanted.

Javi had been afraid for the girl, of course he had been. What kind of man would it make him otherwise? During his time at the DEA he’d seen some of the most fucked up shit anyone could ever witness, but he wasn't a soulless monster. Not even after all that carnage and violence he’d experienced. It was something the cartels hadn't been able to take from him and it was the one thing he kept most guarded.

He’d never admit it but that brutal happening was the reason why he was always careful to the point of being paranoid nowadays.

Why he'd never allowed things to go too far with any of his girls, why he brushed off any kind of compliment and instead of building relationships with women, he built walls. Keeping things professional. All business. It was his way of protecting himself and keeping those around him safe.

Everyone knew Javi was more than willing to share his body with any pretty little thing that gave him the time of day, but sharing his entire being? Even just a glimpse of the man underneath the hardened exterior? That was out of the question.

Or so he thought.

As he stared at you from atop his kitchen counter, he could feel his heart rumbling in his chest. It was yearning but also paralyzing fear, a mix of effervescent joy but also agonizing pain. A turmoil of emotions that he’d been trying to keep bottled up and locked away like a dirty secret.

Something else had clicked in him. An unplanned tethering had formed as a result of all the time you'd spent together. Of your scheduled and unscheduled romps between his sheets—ones that had slowly transitioned from casual and meaningless fucking to sweet and tender love-making without him even realizing it. Of the sound of your velvet voice over the phone during your late night chats when he needed to vent. And of the way you leaned your head on his shoulder and sometimes fell asleep while you watched TV.

Javi had made the same mistake yet again and he knew it. He’d been naive enough to think that you would be the exception to the rule, no matter how close he allowed you to get. He had ignored all the red flags until you gradually imprinted yourself on his skin. A permanent mark that he would carry with him forever, no matter where life took him.

He stupidly chastised himself in silence, as if doing so would sever the ties that bound you.

You swayed your way to him, unaware of his predicament, little dress hugging your figure as you took off the leather jacket he'd gifted you for your birthday a couple months back. Your hair getting caught on the metal buttons as you slipped it off your shoulders.

"It's gonna be fine." Your voice had an air of confidence and reassurance. "I'll do exactly as you say and nobody... well, almost nobody... will get hurt." You took the glass of whiskey that was meant for you and sipped it, grimacing and sticking your tongue out when the flavor hit your tongue. "Javi. I trust you." You smiled.

Maybe that was the problem. Blind trust.

He looked down at you, putting out his cigarette in the ashtray and swirling the contents of his glass before downing it all in one gulp. His brown eyes were trained on your face, like he was getting a good look at you just in case everything went to shit that night.

"Maybe it doesn't have to be you." He said, his voice deep and laced with trepidation.

"Cómo?" You questioned his sudden change in plans after all this time. For weeks he'd been coaching you, training you for that exact mission. "Si esos hijos de puta me la deben también." You snarled, reminding him that you had scores to settle with those assholes too. He wasn't the only one who'd lost people in this war.

“I can do this, Javier." You cocked your head. Swallowing the rest of your drink as you looked up at him and smirked. After a little while, you bit down on your crimson tainted lip, asking coyly. “Am I still your favorite?”

You pushed up on your toes, your hands on his thighs as your plump limps brushed against his mouth. The taste of whiskey and cigarette infusing your tongue as his mustache scraped the delicate skin of your upper lip, tickling the tip of your nose.

“You know you are, sweetheart.” He kissed you again, his actions more fervent the second time around. “Y eres la más hermosa también.”

“Then if tonight’s plan is settled, why’d you call me? We weren’t supposed to see each other until afterwards.” You teased, kissing him and biting his lip. Pulling it with your teeth until he exhaled a little moan.

“You know I care about you.” He growled, his hands running down your arms.

You laughed through the shivers that his touch produced, pretending like you hadn't notice the goosebumps that formed on your skin. Trying to ignore the way your heart beat for him and your stomach twisted with excitement as a million butterflies took flight. You'd caught yourself slipping more often than not these days.

"Sure." Deep red lips pressed against his once again, attempting to dismiss the meaning behind his words. "We'll go with that."

"Is that so hard to believe?" He asked, one eyebrow perched.

It's not that it was hard to believe. On the contrary, you knew that Javi had a good heart, you'd seen it time and time again no matter how much he tried to downplay it.

But he knew better than to bring any kind of emotional baggage to the agreement you two had made. He had been the one to set the rules, for god's sake. The fact that you had been on the same page had actually been what earned you the coveted role of favorite girl. You were clear on the terms, believing you were smart enough not to form real relationships with clients. Up until that point, you thought he was too.

"I just don’t want you to get hurt." He said, touching the side of your face with his hand, his forehead resting against yours as he caught his breath, stopping himself from saying more.

“Javi. Stop with the sentimental bullshit.” You said quietly, breath swirling over his parted lips as you purred. “Will you just fuck me already? I’ve missed you.”

His thumb caressed your chin ever so lightly. Lips crashing into yours as he jumped off the counter. Both hands cupped your face, his body moving against yours. His closeness lighting a fire deep in your core and igniting the aching throb between your legs. Your breathing was growing heavy, the pulse at your neck pounding with rabid need.

You raised his buttoned shirt over his stomach, breaking from the kiss for just a short moment to take it off. You kicked off your shoes, feet stumbling as you walked backwards, his body guiding you at an unhurried pace toward the unlit room that was at the end of the hallway.

Overzealous hands moved along your bends, trailing over the small of your back and down your ass until his fingers had hooked onto the fabric of your dress and you felt it leave your body. The cold air in the apartment hitting your exposed skin.

You had just crossed the threshold into the bedroom when he stopped you.

He grabbed your arms, twirling you until your back crashed against his stomach and chest. You squirmed and giggled, enjoying the way he took command and allowing him to do as he pleased. Your body whirred with arousal, the touch of his hands gliding over your breasts and pulling down the cups of your bra, making you shudder.

You moaned. “Touch me, Javi.” Snaking your body into him wantonly, your ass rubbing up against his hardness.

The straps of your bra fell over your shoulders, and you reached behind your back to unclip it as fast as you could. His large hands covering your supple mounds, massaging your full tits as his lips trailed over your jaw. He felt so good, your entire body hummed, wetness pooling in your underwear as your nipples pebbled between the clutch of his fingers.

His mouth bit your chin as you cranked your head to look at him, your sensitive skin burning from the scratches of his facial hair and the gentle scrape of his teeth.

Javi kept one hand on your breasts, playing with your stiffened peaks as his other hand slid down the length of your upper body. His back hunched over slightly as he reached inside your underwear.

A whimper floated from your lips when his fingers made contact with your soft flesh. Your delicate flower blossoming for him as he slid between your moistened folds.

“Oh, you’re so fucking wet already.” He muttered against your ear. “I could slip right in if I wanted to.”

He went on with his ministrations, making you writhe against his chest the more he teased your pulsing center. His fingers traveled up and down your slit, getting closer and closer to your heat each time, finally reaching your tight entrance. But he only circled his way around it for a few seconds before he retreated.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You whined, your complaint being cut short by the feel of his arms swooping you off the floor.

He carried you the rest of the short distance to the bed and set you down atop the fluffed up comforter that had been left undone from that morning. He smiled, pulling your underwear down your silky legs until you were completely naked.

You watched him, biting down on your lip as he got out of his pants. His beautiful cock, rock hard and swaying as he got on the bed. Dark eyes transfixed on your nakedness, knowing you were all his in that moment. He climbed on top of you, hovering over your body and kissing your mouth as his eager fingers returned to the place they’d abandoned just moments prior.

“You want this?” He asked, his mouth trailing over your jaw and then down your neck. Tongue licking its way down your chest until his tongue was encircling one of your nipples.

“Yes.” You cried, as his index finger penetrated your slick walls. Your tight flesh wrapping around his digit as he began moving in and out of your crevice.

You arched your back, craving more. Even though you knew that when it came to him, it was never enough. You could never suffice. After a few moments he slipped in a second finger, his thumb moving over your clit as he started to finger fuck you more vehemently.

“Oh my god!” Whimpers left your lips. “You’re so fucking good!”

Javi kissed your face, the feel of your skin hot against his lips. Your body began to spasm as a result of his actions. His fingers moved rapidly in and out of your opening, curling and stretching your insides now and again. His other hand paying attention to your pulsating center, circling over your clit, determined not to stop until he’d made you come.

“Just like that, mmmm… así, Javi…” You repeated the words over and over until they eventually died in your mouth, replaced instead by unabashed cries of gratification as you reached that blissful finish.

An explosion of fireworks went off behind your closed eyes as the heat rippled through all your extremities. Your core swollen and tender from his touch and its sensitivity heightened by your triggered orgasm.

You laughed, kissing him. “You’re amazing, Javier.” With your hands on his arms, you pulled yourself up. “Come here,” you patted the bed, gesturing for him to lie on his back.

You stretched across his upper body, opening the drawer in the nightstand next to him. You’d been at his place plenty of times before to know where everything was, but it was almost like unspoken rule between you. One that if acknowledged, would give away the deep intimacy you both already shared. He slapped your ass as you reached for the box of condoms buried underneath his socks.

Moments later, you sat astride his thighs, unrolling the rubber over his length and pumping it with your hand a few times before positioning him at your entrance. He looked up at you, his slightly opened mouth exhaling a groan as he slowly invaded your heated depths.

He allowed you full control of the movements as he slid inside you, even though he was dying to grab your hips and ravish you without restraint. You blurted out his name as you started to move up and down his length, the thickness of his cock stretching your wet walls, instilling you with indescribable pleasure each time every inch of him filled you up.

You rocked your hips back and forth, riding his cock like you owned it, alternating your speed as the minutes ticked by. Eventually turning your movements into that undulated dance that you knew he loved so much. Your breathing became ragged and your bodies sweaty from the heated friction. Grunts and moans, fused with curses and dirty talk, permeated the air.

Javi held on to your hips, fingers gripping your skin as you bucked your hips into him harder and faster. You leaned your upper body forward, mouth nipping his neck as you bounced your ass up and down over his thighs, taking pleasure in the sound of your wet bodies clashing against each other.

Your heart was beating so fast, the exertion making your legs tired and numb from being bent in the same position for so long. Javi sensed your fatigue when you slowed down your pace. He wrapped his arms around your back, holding you close to him as he lifted his hips off the bed and slammed his cock into your core a few times, giving you a bit of a break from your movements.

He took a second to catch his breath and then rolled over with you on the bed, pinning you underneath him as he adjusted himself inside you. Taking both of your hands, he raised them over your head, binding your wrists together with one of his hands as he began fucking you again. It was the first time you could recall him doing that, but something about it made you feel absolutely comfortable and safe. It wasn’t aggressive or even forceful. No. It was like he was claiming you as his own.

“I can’t let you do this.” He said, making you mewl and flail as he hit your sweet spot with just the right amount of force.

He was breathless, but his words were gentle and full of the love you told him once he could never feel for you.

“I care about you too much.” He said your name, repeating it one more time before he made his final confession. “I love you.”

The rousing feelings overtook you, pleasurable sensations flowing through you as you came undone one more time. His hips banged into you over and over, the ache intensifying in your core, your walls quivering and contracting as they burst with release.

You were still in the midst of your orgasm when you felt his body go rigid for just a second, his grunts becoming loud and incessant as he came inside you. The rapturous seconds of physical climax evaporated after a few moments but the emotional effects of it lingered long after.

Your exhausted bodies lied next to each other, legs still entwined as you remained still for the minutes that followed.

Even after you both had come down from your respective highs, you stayed put, afraid to move in order to delay the inevitable explanation that was coming after what Javi had just said.

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You came out of the bathroom, trajectory set on your scattered clothes on the floor. Legs were still wobbly and heart was still beating fast but maybe this time it was from anxiousness and fear more than anything.

Javi had said those three words to you, knowing that you didn’t want to hear them.

Before then, all he’d done was toy with the idea of you leaving the trade for good. Deep down you suspected his reasons for asking but he had never really elaborated on what his intentions were for you if you did decide to quit. Not that it was a big secret. You were aware that he’d sent some girls across the border to live a life under witness protection, and others to monasteries or safe sanctuaries far away from their homeland. None of which was for you.

You gave him the same answer every time he brought it up; you belonged to no one but yourself and you didn't need a savior to rescue you.

Javi reached for your hand as you finished getting dressed. He’d sensed the coldness you emitted. He could feel you drifting from him, shutting him out.

“So you’re just going to ruin your team’s operation because of me?” You couldn’t believe you were saying that, it didn’t sound like the Javi you knew. His job had always been his priority.

“It’s still happening. You’re just not a part of it.” He buttoned his jeans, frowning when he heard the contemptuous laugh that left your lips a second later.

"You can't save me from this, Javi." You pulled away, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Because I don't need to be saved. I thought you understood that.”

His nostrils flared, one hand running through his hair as he looked at you. Face painted with despair. “Why are you acting like this? I just told you I loved you—“

“And I warned you not to fall in love with me.” You retorted, your voice cracking from the influx of emotions he’d stirred in you.

You wanted to cry. There was anger in you but you weren’t angry with him. How could you be? No. You were angry with yourself because you too had allowed it to get this far even though you told yourself you wouldn’t. Your carelessness had led you to grow attached.

“Well, I do love you.” He shrugged like there was nothing he could do about it.

“Es la verdad. Te amo.”

“Estás loco, Javier.”

He smiled, inching closer to you. “Loco for ti nadamás.”

“Fuck.” You huffed under your breath. “I’m being serious.”

“So am I. Come on, talk to me.” He put his hands on your shoulders, tipping his head down and searching for your eyes. “Why is it so bad that I fell in love with you?”

“You wanna know how this story ends?” Your eyes narrowed, mouth twisting in disapproval. “I’ll tell you. Hell, I’ve lived it plenty of times before to know the ending never changes.”

You sighed, the twinge in your chest threatening to make you fall to pieces before you could even speak.

“You tell me that you love me and I believe you… because I want it to be true,” you said quietly. “And it’s fine for a little while. But you never truly get over it. You’re not able to forget my past. The countless men that crossed my path before you…”

You stopped to take a breath, trying to get rid of the knot that had formed in your throat. “And then that love you said you felt for me. The love story that you made me believe in… it begins to turn into a nightmare. Chipping away at any feelings we might still have for each other. Until one day… you grow tired… and you leave. You leave and all I’m left with is bitterness and hate.” Your eyes were filled to the brim with tears.

He shook his head. “I would never do that to you.” His kind eyes displaying a glint of hopelessness as he began to realize why you’d been so put off by his declaration.

“But you will.” Your lip trembled as you began to sob. “Because they always do. They never stay, Javi. You won’t stay.”

He took you in his arms, your composure crumbling all at once the moment you felt his warm embrace. Your head was pressed against his bare chest, your whole body enveloped in his scent.

“You’re a good man. I know you are. And I don’t want to hate you.” You said between sharp intakes of air, feeling completely vulnerable as he held you. Knowing that now that your truth was out in the open, there was no point in denying your own feelings for him. “I love you too much to ever hate you, Javi.”

That bit of confirmation that you felt the same way was reassuring to him. He held you tightly, kissing the top of your head. “And do you trust me?”

You laughed between the tears, thinking that earlier you’d been dead set on putting your life on the line for him—he knew you did. “Of course I trust you.”

He nuzzled your temple and then spread kisses over your flushed, dewy cheeks in the most delicate and loving manner. The tender brush of his lips made you shiver in delight, like a hit of ecstasy had been shot straight into your veins.

“Then believe me when I tell you that I would never…” He gently took a hold of your chin with his fingers, wiping the tears from under your misty eyes. “I would never break your heart. I would never hurt you, amor.”

You closed your eyes, feeling his proximity close in on you. The touch of his lips on yours made your heart sputter. Hooking your arms around his neck, you kissed him again, gently sparring with his tongue as you relished in each other’s taste for a long drawn-out minute.

Breaking away slowly, you said. “I know but I’m fucking terrified to fall… to completely give myself to someone other than me.”

“So am I.” He said. “But not of falling. It’s too late for that.” He caressed your face, the tears no longer trickling down your cheeks. “What terrifies me is the thought of not being with you.”

You sighed deep enough that it made your chest hurt. “You really believe in us?”

“Yes.” He replied without hesitation. “I do.” His words drenched in sincerity.

You knew the absolute soundness you felt in that moment could only be found in his arms. Javi had always cared for you, protected you, kept you safe. He offered all the things that those who had wronged you had failed to provide.

“It’s safe to fall.” He whispered. “I’m right here.”

You knew that the deep rooted fear inside you that made you question every relationship you’d ever had wouldn’t just magically disappear overnight. But you also knew that he would help ease your mind whenever you were in need of it.

Javi had never failed you and never would.

You shut your eyes, breathing him in, not wanting to let go of him just yet. With each passing minute you grew more convinced that perhaps what he had said was true. Maybe it was finally safe for you to fall.

#pedro pascal #javier peña #javier peña x reader #narcos #narcos netflix #javi x reader #fanfiction #oneshot #thinking of starting a masterlist maybe because i obviously have no plans to stop #i love this man so much you guys

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r6s-imagines · 4 years

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jackal x reader >> miscommunication

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requested: no

word count: 1,428

warnings: cursing, unnecessary spanish, sexual tension

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summary: jackal tries his best to get you in the mood for new year’s with his heritage

side note: considering jackal’s psychological description mainly noted his continuous hunt regarding his past and lack of sleep. i went off of what that told me and added some of my own quirks based on voice line delivery. i am also fluent in spanish (mexico) as well as english, but i attempted to keep the spanish as simple as possible.

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it started with a less-than-obvious gift to your doorstep. it was a small, purple gift bag stuffed with white tissue paper. you were so unfamiliar to a gesture of kindness that you nearly called it for a bomb squad to make sure someone wasn't on your ass.

you stuck a finger into the bag, careful not to trigger anything unwanted.

you saw red, and lace.

now who the hell sent me a set of crimson lingerie? you asked yourself. clearly this had some joke or meaning.

you went straight to your computer, undergarments by your side as you played a process of elimination the further you got into your articles.

red as a symbol of lust in america, pulse would never, luck in china, you couldn't name a chinese person you knew.

new year's romance in spain? mira wouldn't—oh, that son of a bitch.

a meeting was called in the next day, something about a potential mission from the fbi. you found your marked seat at the debriefing table, conveniently text to ramírez's. reluctantly, you awaited the arrival of your coworkers, in doubt that jackal would arrive to the meeting due to his unusual sleep schedule. you smiled to yourself, knowing the little purple bag awaited to be thrown onto his desk for an ass-kicking confrontation.

your suspicions were proved correct when the seat remained cold. you lifted your hand for a brief moment, politely gesturing to excuse yourself to ash's approval. your smirk was hard to hide as you strode to jackal's housing, marked by his name. wordlessly and soundlessly, you entered his room to find him reading a book on his bed. he ceased reading his novela for only a moment, peering above the pages to meet your gaze.

"sí?" he lowly asked, a smile in his stare. you frowned.

"red panties, hm?"

he waved a hand, rolling his eyes.

"it's a—eh— tradición, y/n," he nonchalantly explained. "if it's any consolation, you could see my calzoncillos, we're matching."

"gross," you retorted. "i don't want any part of this perverted tradition of yours, ramírez. leave me out of it."

"it's all in good fun!" he protested, standing up. he placed his book on his shelf and laid a hand on you, smiling. "decade's about to end, live a little!"

"and my foot is about to end up in your ass," you spat. "unless you've got money or sweets to offer up, i don't want to know the extent to your new year partying." you spun on your heel and returned to the meeting, heated just thinking about the audacity of ryad.

lo and behold, a party was to be announced later that night. it was described as a "night away from troubles," but your stomach couldn't help but flip at the thought of confronting jackal again. surely it wouldn't be a problem, right? there'll be fifty something other people you could connect with and you'll never have to cross paths with the spaniard.

night fell during the time you took to warn yourself of other strange traditions, spanish or not. it would be your first new year's with the crew and you were unsure of just how wild everyone can be with the clash of cultures and alcohol.

you turned to your bed, noticing the bag unopened. caving in, you investigated the products inside. the price tag seemed hefty judging by the quality and consistency. you checked the back of the bra.

how did ryad know your cup size to the t?

no matter. laundry was overdue and it's not like you had time nor effort to fixate your own undergarments in time. you decided to make a good impression, donning a white jumpsuit with a misty purple jacket. your hair was down for the first time in months as opposed to your tactical pinup. makeup was minimal; you had not spent time in your life training to be a beautician, you were an operator for christ's sake!

you arrived at the party alone, later than expected but present nonetheless. smoke and mozzie welcomed you with a huzzah and a drink practically thrown into your hand. porter wrapped an arm around you and led you to the main room, covered with operators of various organizations.

mira, lesion, doc, blitz, sledge... no jackal. you found it strange, considering his reversed sleep schedule called midnight his prime work hours. you almost wanted to locate him and thank him, but you stopped yourself and took a fat swig, feeling the chilled alcohol slip down your esophagus.

"you're so cute when you're buzzed," mozzie slurred, stumbling to grab my hand. "if only i could kiss you at midnight, but you'll never know my fantasies."

"hey, max," you responded, stabilizing his balance. "how much have you had? it's only ten thirty. and for the record, i did not pregame this time."

"i'm right pissed," he admitted, laughing. "oh, that spaniard was lookin' for ya? whasisname...? martello?"

"martello is italian, pal," you replied, smiling. "d'you know where jackal is?"

"his quarters~~" max said. "probably waiting for a pretty little lady like you." you giggled and pat his back, sending him off to pester ela or dokkaebi. you snuck out of the venue area into the silence. you retraced your steps from the meeting room and into the lined up personal rooms.

"ryad... ramírez," you read aloud, noticing the closed door. you knocked twice.

"vete," he unenthusiastically replied. your hand hovered over the doorknob, ready to face him... but you paused. you recalled something from the various articles you perused. swiftly, you prepared two glasses of champagne. reaching into your jumpsuit, you exposed your necklace, the pendant being the gold ring your mother used to wear. you placed the necklace into your glass, leaving ryad's empty to use at his own discretion.

you returned to his door, knocking again. you heard a groan, followed by footsteps.

"dije ir—" he hissed, making eye contact with me halfway through opening the door. "y/n."

"ramírez."

"just ryad. please," he opened the door further, stepping aside. "what brings you around, cariña?"

"i don't know what that means," you admitted. "is that, like, car, or something—"

"darling."

"hm?"

"anyway, what brings you here? i thought you'd be out with that porter kid or that cabrón goose," he kicked back in his desk, beginning to type away. his weathered features became more evident through the artificial lighting and you began to wonder why a man in his late middle ages seemed to have gone through the struggles of a century old man.

"i wanted to thank you for the..." you paused, cheeks flushed.

"it suits you."

"i'm sorry?"

"you wore a red bra under a white jumpsuit."

"shit!" you covered your chest with your outerwear, face feeling hot.

"it's alright, you look nice. you know what the red means, no?" he raised an eyebrow. you nodded softly.

"were you serious about matching?" you inquired. finally handing him his glass. he chuckled, leaning back in his chair and hooking his pants with his thumb. he exposed his v-line, flashing his red boxers labeled with the same brand as yours.

"increases your chances."

"for?"

"for a romantic connection. una novia."

time passed by so fast you had not heard the clamor of the other operators preparing to count down to the new decade.

"they're getting ready to count down," you observed, peeking outside. "last chance to join them."

"i'd rather go into the new year here," ryad admitted quietly. "i prefer the quieter festivities." he reached down to his hand, removing a gold ring on his middle finger. he dropped it in with a satisfying splash.

“ten!”

he raised his glass, nodding to you with a smile.

“nine!”

“i’m sorry for being a dick,” he apologized.

“eight!”

“it’s alright,” you answered.

“seven!”

“you’re just so beautiful, y/n.”

“six!”

he moved in closer, and you could feel his hot breath.

“five!”

your eyes flicked to his lips, then to his eyes. you nodded.

“four!”

“to good fortune,” you said.

“three!”

“and to romance,” ryad added, clinking your glasses.

“two!”

“i love you, y/n.”

“one!”

your lips collided following the cheers and shouts. he pulled away, grinning. his mouth made contact with his glass and he took it down in one swig.

“thank you for distracting me from my work,” ryad thanked, looking into your gaze. “i can be a real hijo de perra when i’m behind on personal work.”

“but you just said—“

“it’s better you than anyone else, y/n. happy new year.”

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Red Alert (RWBY/RVB) by Necroceph

*RVB Opening Theme*

At the Blue Base

All has gone quiet. An aqua colored helmet, hold by an armored hand, peaks out from cover to see if the sniper reacted to it. Nothing. The hand shakes the helmet to if he reacts to its movement. Nothing. Church puts the helmet back, exposing himself out of the open before jumping left and right like a mindless fool. Still nothing. He let out sigh of relief as it would seem the sniper has stopped shooting for whatever reason.

Church: Okay, guys. You can come out now!

His two teammates did as they were told. Tucker is shocked by the experience. That sniper, whoever the hell he is, meant serious business. And as for Caboose, is still the good old Caboose.

Church: Everyone okay? Tucker: Holy shit, that was intense! I think a bullet just scratched the side of my helm. One more inch, I would've been killed! Church: Caboose? Caboose: I think I got a cut on my pinky. Ouch. Church: That's a yes. It's a good thing none of us got shot but goddammit, do they need to add more holes on our base! Tucker: So what do we do now? Church: Don't know. That sniper of theirs suddenly stopped shooting, and it could possibly be Grif. If I know him well, that fatass could be having another snack time again.

Church grabs his binoculars and looks through it to see what's happening out there on the Red's base. On it are three Reds, two of them he recognized but not the other, who is lying on the concrete floor with a sniper rifle in his hands. He noticed that he isn't wearing a helmet, however, due to the distance from here and there and the rifle the sniper's holding, he couldn't get a good look on his face. Don't tell me the Red's have another newbie in their gang, thought Church. And aside from that, is that a mini pyramid made out of sniper magazines beside him?

Tucker: Well, is it Grif? Church: No, it looks like the Red's aren't the only ones who got a new rookie. Tucker: They got a new member too?! Wow, Blood Gulch is turning a holiday destination. So what's he look like? Church: Don't know, I can't see his face that clearly. But the good news is, he really isn't shooting at us anymore. See.

Church hands out the binoculars to Tucker. The Teal One looks through them and surprised to see the pyramid of magazines. But what really caught his attention is what's beside the mini pyramid, a helmetless sniper. The hair's what caught his attention. Like Church, he couldn't clearly see the face but that doesn't stop him from guessing the sniper's gender.

Tucker: Well hello there babe. Church: What? Tucker: Nothing! Caboose: What's happening? Church: That sniper of theirs stopped shooting. Guy must've used up all of the Red base's sniper rounds. Tucker: No shit. He made a pyramid out of sniper magazines. Caboose: Oh that's good! Can we spank 'em back? Church: And go out there turning ourselves into swiss cheese? Not a chance! Plus, I wanna try spending a whole year not becoming Casper the Unfriendly Ghost. Caboose: How long did you not become a ghost? Church: Eight months. Tucker: Wait a minute, we don't need to get out there and go guns blazing. Church: Your point is? Tucker: We counter-attack with 'that'

Tucker points Church to the mystery rifle, once again being cudled in the idiot's arms.

Caboose: Don't worry, Sheila II. Everything's going to be alright. Church: Oooh, hehehehe. Caboose, get as many sniper rounds as you can and bring 'em back here. Caboose: Oh right! It's feeding time for Sheila!

At the Red Base

CLICK CLICK CLICK

Ruby kept repeatedly pulls the trigger to continue firing, but no shots came out from the barrel. Her fifty-eighth and last magazine has gone dry. She creepily turns her head slowly to Sarge and Lopez still standing still behind her. Lopez, despite being a robot, slowly backs up a bit when the sight of her demonic eyes made contact with his optics. Sarge, as the grown soldier he is, isn't phased by this but is gravely concerned for his favourite markswoman's sudden personality change.

Ruby: Magazine... now... Lopez: ¡Esas son todas las rondas de francotiradores que tenemos en la base!

Ruby shots up from the floor before walking towards Sarge and Lopez.

Sarge: Ruby, I order you to stop! You're acting strangely and you require some psychological treatment from me!

Ruby responded to her superior with a menacing glare. Sarge makes a second thought about the psycho treatment and moved to side to give the brunette way. Now she's heading towards Lopez. The poor bot's fear chip starts to heat up as he witnesses Mictlāntēcutli's child heading straight towards him. Perhaps she's now crossed at him that he couldn't give her anymore bullets.

Lopez: Realmente, eso es todo lo que tenemos! Sr. Sarge, haga algo! Sarge: Well, Lopez it's nice knowing you.

Lopez turns his optics off, bracing for the terrible fate that awaits him! But instead of Ruby tearing him apart, bolt by bolt, she walked passed beside him. Ruby then descends down the stairs but before she enters the base, she asked one thing from Sarge.

Ruby: Permission... to use... Mongoose. Sarge: Uhm... permission granted?

Ruby stood still for a while before continuing her way down.

Sarge: Well that was something. Lopez, I'm dissapointed in you. You should've told me something was wrong with Rose! Lopez: Al menos el hijo de Mictlāntēcutli se ha ido. Sarge: It looks like the sight of the Blue's holding her weapon has somehow triggered an animalistic instinct within her. Like a mother bear whose cub got kidnapped by a pack of hungry mountain lions and went on a rampage on them! Lopez: Entonces, ¿qué hacemos ahora? Sarge: If you mean, 'what's next', nothing. Lopez: ¿Qué? Sarge: Think about it, Lopez. The Blue's are the mountain lions who kidnapped her cub a.k.a her rifle, she'll pour all her anger onto them and tear them apart like hot butter! Lopez: ¿Crees que es una buena idea dejar que luchen contra ellos solos? Sarge: The Blue's don't have time to react when Ruby shows up at their doorbell. Get a bucket of popcorn, and some chairs as well!

BANG!

Sarge: WHAT IN SAM HILL?!

The sound of concrete shattering caught both of their attention before another chunk of concrete get's blasted nearby. Sarge quickly ducks onto the ground, however for Lopez, the third shot pierces through his neck. The shockwave of the shot erupts his neck, causing his head to fly off from his body. His head landed right in front of his superior before the bullets began flying above them.

Lopez: Que pasó ?! Sarge: Damn those, Blues! They're now using Crescent Rose against us! Thieving barbarians!!!

Sarge puts two of his fingers on the side of his helmet to contact the Warthog team.

Simmons through radio: Yes, Sarge? Sarge: Simmons, how far are you to the base? Simmons through radio: We're stopping by at a tree, sir. Fatass here forgot to do his business before we left! Grif through radio: It just kicked in! Sarge: Well tell that idiot to hurry up! The Blues are unleashing a counter-attack with Crescent Rose on us, we're being pinned down! Simmons through radio: Yessir! Hurry up, Grif!

Back at the Blue Base

Caboose continuosly pulls the trigger as he fires at the Red base. He fires the cartridges last bullet before loading up a new magazine while singing Ten Little Unggoys, counting each Unggoys with each shot he fires. This puts a smile on Church as he witnesses the mayhem Caboose unleashes through the binos. He laughed when one of the shots obliterated the sniper's mini magazine pyramid.

Caboose: ~One little, two little, three little Unngoys, four little, five little, six little Unngoys...! Church: Hahaha! How's it feel to have hole on your walls, biatch! Tucker: How they holding up out there? Church: Take a look at yourself. Schnee is seriously missing out the fun. I have never been so happy for months! Tucker: Really? Hey, Caboose. I wanna try it out! Church: Oh no you don't, I got a sniper rifle and I should try it first! Tucker: Says the guy who can't even land a single shot at something. Church: Fuck off! You just wanna use it to hook up girls don't you? And I doubt it'll work on Schnee this time. Caboose: Here you go. Church: Fuck! Tucker: Oh yeah-hah, baby. Let's do this!

Tucker grabs the rifle. He lies down on the same spot Caboose was lying and begins aiming for a target. Sarge, wherever the hell he is hiding now, is just too easy so he waits for the other Reds to come out. Grif? Got shot too many times by Sarge. Simmons? His skull's covered in layer of steel. Donut? Well he did made one hell of a choir during one of those nights. So Donut it is. Except for that sniper, cause if he's really a girl, he plans to hook up with her later.

Church: What are you waiting for 'Teal One'? Shoot something already. Tucker: Not yet. I'm planning to shoot Donut right on the ass. You're gonna hear high-class choir. Buahahaha! Church: Donut? Hold on a sec!

Church takes a look at the Red base again. He examines it, top to bottom. The only Reds he sees are Sarge and Lopez, but no sign of the Simmons, Grif nor Donut. Not just them, the Warthog's nowhere to be seen too!

Church: Oh fuck. Uhm, guys? Their Warthog's gone. Tucker: So? Come on out you pink piece of shit.

[Los Dos Laredos Acordeones Playing In The Distance]

Tucker: Guys, will you keep it down? I'm trying to concentrate here. Church: Like I thought. Caboose: Uh oh! Tucker: Huh?

The Blues turned around to the source of the god awful music. There they spotted an incoming Warthog with a familiar trio of idiots riding on it before the gattling gun begins firing at the Blues.

Donut: Eat this, you rotten thieves!

BABABABABABABABABABANG!!!

Church, Tucker and Caboose: SON OF A BITCH!!!

All three quickly duck down. The bullets missed their mark, but the walls fall victim to enemy fire once again. Once it got close to the base, the Warthog starts to circling around as it firing at them with no signs of stopping.

Church: First a sniper, now a MACHINE GUN! Is this day getting any worse? Simmons: Suck it, Blues! This is what you get for stealing our rifle! Church and Tucker: ...Steal?! Caboose: Santa steals weapon so he can give them as presents?! Does that mean he gets himself a lump of coal?

On the Warthog

Grif almost lost concentration on the wheel by what Simmons cried out.

Grif: What was that for? Simmons: I'm trying to get along with the situation. You should too. Grif: I can't believe we're doing this! A rescue mission for a weapon is the stupidest thing that has ever happened in military history! All thanks to us! Simmons: SHHH, shut up! Donut's with us! Donut: ~You get a bullet, and you get bullet, and you get a bullet, we all get bullets! Grif:Sorry!

Back to the Blues

Tucker: Was I hearing things or did Simmon's just said we stole their rifle? Caboose: We did? Church: No we didn't! Those assholes left it here! Tucker: Okay, thing's are starting to get a little confusing. Church: Hey, dumbassess! We didn't steal you're rifle!

Back to Simmons and Grif

Girf: Agh, crap. They heard us! Don't just sit there, keep 'em quiet before Donut hears them! Simmons: Got it! Hey, Blues! Here' something you should've steal!

Simmons takes a frag grenade. As they got close enough, Simmons pulls the pin and throws the grenade high to land on the roof.

TICK TAK!

Even with the sound of gunfire from the gattling gun, they were able to clearly hear the sound of dropping by a light object. They slowly looked to the source to see a horrifying sight of an unpinned grenade right in front of of their visors!

Tucker: Aw shit. Church: JESUS CHRIST!!! What the- Caboose!

Caboose, without warning, quickly gets up and grabs the grenade. He rushes to the edge but instead of throwing it out, he throws the grenade up into the air before grabbing the mystery rifle that had been left lying on the floor.

Caboose: Get away from Michael J. Caboose and friends you big bullies!!!

As the grenade fall in the air, Caboose smacks the ball with the rifle once it drops in front of him like a baseball player trying to hit homerun! With his inhumane strength, the grenade is launched with such extreme velocity that it almost went into lightspeed flying straight to an unsuspecting Donut who is still firing while also being distracted by the enemies base's terrible condition.

Donut: My God, the Blue's base could use some- huh?

The high speed grenade hits the Red's helmet, so fast that it creates a dent deep enough for the grenade to get stuck into his helm. His energy shielding was able to save his skull from shattering into pieces, but impact was still enough to knock Donut into a daze.

Donut: Oh, pretty lights... hohohooo!

Donut not only begins to loose his consciouness, but also the gun he is firing. His finger's still pulling the trigger! The weight of his unconscious body pushes the still firing gun causing it to aim lower and unintentionally shooting at the Warthog's dashboard. Grif and Simmons cried out in genuine terror by what's happening between them.

Grif: DONUT, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?! THE BLUES, NOT US! Simmons: LOOK OUT!!!

Grif turns back to the front. They're heading right to the Blue's wall! He quickly slammed on the breaks but was too late as the Warthog crashes onto the concrete wall. The crash caught the Blue's attention. They looked down from the roof and witnessed the accident that had befallen on the Reds.

Church: Caboose... that was the most epic thing I have ever seen in my life. Caboose: Neat! Grif: *Groaning* Simmons: Grif? Grif: Yeah? Simmons: I hate you. Is Donut okay?

Both looked at Donut now lying on the gattling gun before spotting a grenade stuck on his pjnk helmet! Simmons and Grif screeched in horror, fearing that the small ordnance would explode at any moment. But a second passed, it didn't.

Grif: Why didn't it explode? Simmons: I think it misfired. Grif: Well that's terrific! How do we pry it out of him? Church: Okay, nobody move! Simmons: Uh, Grif? Grif: Huh? Oh shit.

Simmons and Grif looked up to see the Blue's pointing their guns at them from the roof. And Caboose is holding Crescent Rose. How ironic for the very weapon they stole and used to be pointing right above them.

Grif: Wait, don't shoot! If you wanna shoot someone, shoot Simmons! Simmons: No shoot, Grif. He caused this accident! Church: We're not shooting anyone. Grif: Oh thank God. Church: You're gonna tell us why you think we stole you're rifle and more importantly, why was it in our base this morning! Grif: You should've kept quiet. Simmons: Shut up, fatass.

Back at the Red Base

Through the binoculars, Sarge is very disgruntled to sees his own men pathetically tied up and taken hostage by the Blues.

Sarge: Dagnabbit dammit! They failed me, Lopez! They failed me! Lopez: Todo esto por un solo rifle. Que desperdicio. Deberíamos haber esperado la noche y colarnos en su base para rescatarla. Sarge: If we don't bring it back soon, they'll begin the reverse engineering process! There's only one person we can now rely on. Lopez: ¿Crees que el demonio se va a manejar sola? Sarge: Not me, someone has to be in Command.

Sarge contacts Ruby through the comms.

Sarge: Rose, are you ready?

Sarge hears nothing but heavy breathing and weapons loading up through the comms. He doesn't what's going on through the other, but he can tell Ruby's getting ready.

Sarge: I'd say that's a yes.

Back at the Blue Base (again)

Caboose and Tucker looked down at Donut's unconscious body to make sure he doesn't wake up, but the main attraction is the grenade stuck on his head. This is the second time Donut had one stuck on his head.

Tucker: Okay, what you did was seriously over the top awesome. By the way, how did you know the grenade misfired? Caboose: The grenade didn't miss, it already landed on his head.

Leaving with their discussion, we move to Church procceding with the interrogation of the Reds. He wants answers, now!

Church: Alright, you got ten seconds to explain everything or I'll shoot you both in the face! Grif: Question are you going to shoot us with a shotgun? Church: No just this Magnum. Yes, Simmons? Simmons: Hate to break it to you, but the bullet in that thing can't penetrate my metal skull. Church: Then I'll shoot you through eyes! Now talk! Grif: Okay okay! But first make sure Donut doesn't wake up. Donut: Ugh, what happened?

Just when Donut was about to regain consciouness, Caboose smacked him right on the head, knocking him out again.

Caboose: Good night! Grif: That works too. Simmons: Donut doesn't know what we both did, but it's best to keep it that way. Church: Don't know about what? Simmons: You want the short or the long story? Church: As long as you punks talk. Simmons: Long story it is... GASP!

Several minutes of explanations and reactions later

Church is not happy after hearing the two Red's entire story. Hearing this revelation made him want to shoot them in their faces right now but he's got plans for them.

Church: So it was you idiots who caused all this mess!!! Grif: Blame the genius here, I'm just a gun tester. Simmons: You're the one who decided this base is the perfect target! Grif: You also decided to keep it here just to frame the Blue's. Simmons: All because you don't want a few shells on your face! Church: That's enough you two! I don't care who did it first, I'm still holding you both responsible for this! Grif: Of course we are. So can you untie us now, cause I gotta get back to take a nap for my Oreo binge tonight. Church: No way, I'm not letting you both go while this base is in a state like this! Grif: What? Simmons: Wait, you're not saying- Church: While you're our imprisoners, I got a perfect job for you two! Grif: Hold on, you want us to fill up every bullet hole here? Yeah, but no thanks. Simmons: We really need to get back to base before Donut wakes up. Church: Or maybe I'll just tell Sarge everything about this and tell him there's been a big misunderstanding.

Simmons and Grif looked at each other for a moment before turning back to Church.

Simmons: On the second thought, I think a bit of manual labor doesn't hurt at all. Grif: Yeah, working hard does give a guy good rewards. Hehehe, ...SNIFF... huhuhuh... just.. don't tell Sarge okay? Church: Good. But what about Donut? Simmons: Well you can bring him back along with the rifle. Also write a letter that in exchange for them, you'll have us as your prisoners for a while. Church: Then it's a deal! Wait here you two, while I bring back the...

Before Church could get the stuff so that the Red prisoners could start working, he spots something from afar.

Church: Uhm, before you guys start working. Let me ask you one more question. Simmons: Fine, what is it? Church: Who the fuck is that?

Church points at the field. Both the Reds turn their heads to what he's looking at. From the distance, it looks like someone's riding on a bike. They could see the rider clearly from here. It is a Red wearing a long crimson cape riding on the Red's mongoose. With him is an arsenal containing a M41 SSR MAV/AW rocket launcher on his shoulder and a MA5B assault rifle hanging behind his back. He can't tell if he's imagining things, but are those red lights shining through his visor?!

Grif: Wait, is that Sarge? Simmons: Sarge doesn't wear capes. Grif: Oh it's Rose. What help can a snotty nosed brat like her do anyway? Church: Who's Rose? Tucker: YES!!! I knew she's a chick!

Then the Red makes a move. She aims the rocket launcher high and fires two barrages of rockets out of it. The rockets are flying in arc aand heading their way down to the Blue base! All have noticed the incoming projectiles coming towards them and jump to the sides before they made impact. The explosion of the rockets creates a massive hole in the roof, revealing the base's interior. Simmons gets up and shouts angrily at his teammate.

Simmons: CUT IT OUT YOU STUPID BITCH! YOU'RE GONNA MAKE OUR JOBS WORSE!!! Church: Now you know how we felt. Caboose, I got another target practice for you. Another Red duck! Caboose: Duck hunting time!

Caboose takes position and steadily aims at the incoming Red. Once the enemy is in his crosshairs, Caboose prepares to fire.

Caboose: Bye bye ducky!

One pull of the trigger. Nothing happened.

Caboose: Huh? Church: What are you waiting for? Fire!

Caboose tries again. The gun still refuses to fire the target!

Caboose: Church. What do you call when something's not working? Church: 'Not functioning', why? Caboose: Rifle's not functioning. Church: What?!?! Caboose: It won't fire! See!

Caboose turns back to Church. He pulls the trigger to show Church that it couldn't fire at all. That is when a massive blast of muzzle emmitted through the barrel right in front of the armored Aqua, shooting him right in the stomach! Church, now in ghost form, witnesses his cold dead body drop down onto the concrete floor. Church stood still, trying to resist the explosive anger within him.

Caboose: Oh nevermind it's... Church: Don't... say... A FUCKING... word...

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