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lovelybrooke · 25 days

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Staff Reacting to Reader wanting to Leave.

I've gotten a lot of asks to finish this series so I decided that now is the best time. Sorry if these are ooc.

Also shout out to @dilatorywriting her characterization of the staff is the best. Go check out her work.

first years--second years--third years.

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Divus Crewel

Divus--all of Night Ravens Staff would be lying if they said they hadn't heard the whispering of the students, their concern and worry filling the hallways. At least in the beginning, it was more aggravating than anything. Student's weren't paying attention in class, unless you were there, which is strange because it's usually the other way around.

Divus would be lying if he said he didn't care about you. It was aggravating really, the need to protect you from these ravenous students, the need to keep you under his watchful gaze at all times, the need to make sure you are safe, even when he knows that no one will harm you, it's aggravating. It's not your fault, of course it's not your fault, it's these pathetic pups, dumping their problems onto you, taking up all your time, putting you in danger over and over again. It takes all his strength not to snap when he sees them beg for your attention, the clear exhaustion on your face as you smile and go along with them, because what else are you supposed to do?

So, at least for Divus, it's not surprising when he hears that you might have found a way home. In fact, it came from your own mouth. It was one of the many after school meetings you had in his classroom, him grading papers as you talked to him, when you revealed what you had found about this mirror in your room.

He wasn't surprised when you told him how exhausted you were, or how badly you missed your world. He was just disappointed, not in you, but himself. It was a strange feeling, he's not used to it honestly, but he wishes he would've done more, provided you a more stable environment, shielded you from this world and its horrors. Instead he and his colleagues let you fend for yourself and now they're paying the price.

Divus would be lying if he said that he wasn't feeling regretful as he thought of everything you were put through. Divus would be lying if he said he wasn't feeling saddened by the thought you were leaving.

But even more so, Divus would be lying if he said he was guilty as he warned Crowley about your plans.

Mozus Trein

Mozus has dealt with children many times in his life. He's been a teacher for a very long time and he's a father of two wonderful daughters. He's dealt with the responsibility of being a role model, a caregiver, a trusted adult for the longest time, but never once has it been as much of a struggle as it was when it came to you. Don't get him wrong, you are a delight, but he was not prepared for everything that would come with you. The drama, the Overblots, the more than obsessed students.

Mozus has learned to deal with it however, and he's come to enjoy his time with you. Some days, when you are with Divus, you'll come to his classroom after hours for tea or chess. You've even started an unofficial book club with him. He hasn't let anyone else join, regardless of how much they beg.

Maybe it's because his daughters are grown, but he enjoys the time he spends with you, being a role model, a caregiver, a trusted adult. He could go without you being in danger every few months, but you were formidable enough.

But to hear whispers of you leaving, it sends a familiar pain in his heart, similar to when his children left for school for the first time. He knows it is wrong to get so attached to you, especially when leaving was always your end goal, but he can't help but feel worried. He brings all these up to you, what happens if this mirror idea of you doesn't work, if you end up somewhere all by yourself, helpless and alone. He doesn't mean to make you worry, but if it keeps you safe, then he doesn't seem to mind.

Ashton Vargas

Admittedly, Ashton doesn't know as much about you as he wishes. You seem to be scared of him, barely looking him in the eye or even interacting with him. It worries him, is there something wrong with you? With him even? What has he done to make you scared?Ashton wants to be like Divus and Mozus, he wants you to look up to him, he wants you to come up to him with worries and concerns, he doesn't want to intimidate you. Ashton tries his best for you, he really does. He makes sure to never overwork you during training, he's always the first to make sure you're okay and receiving the proper care if hurt, and he even reports to the other staff what the behavior of the other students are like, especially concerning you.

Contrary to popular belief, Ashton is more observant than most people assume. He notices when you back away from him in fear, he notices when the other students start acting weird towards you, and he notices when they start to become concerned over the thought of you leaving.

Honestly, Ashton hasn't thought much about you leaving, but now that it's become a hot topic at Night Raven, he's been thinking about it a lot more. Why do you want to leave so bad? What could he--they have done differently? What is your home even like?

Ashton doesn't try to think about it much, even though it eats him up inside. He's worried so much in the past few days about you, but he won't let that change the very minuscule trust you've built with him. Instead, he'll stay to the side, observing and taking in information until the time is right.

Until then, he'll try to remain a good teacher, just for you.

Sam

Sam Is beloved by most students at Night Raven, it probably has to do with the fact that he's not a teacher. Not being a teacher actually comes with a lot of perks, it means the student's trust him more. They're more willing to divulge their secrets to him, talking about their grades or drama in class. It's almost like a game for him, figuring out how to piece together intricately woven stories just from the bits the kids tell him.

Recently though, a lot of these stories seem to revolve around you. It started off with the first years, ranting and raving about a mirror as they shopped for items in his store. The second years were more composed, but there was an anxious aura to them. The third years confirmed that this school wide issue was revolving around you, but he should really be surprised, most things do.

Sam likes you, you have such a vibrant personality, you're kind and respectful. But above everything else you were strong. You've dealt with so much since coming to this school, he's surprised you haven't brought up wanting to leave sooner. While Sam tried not to care, tries to remind himself that this was always going to happen.

Sam tries not to care as you enter his shop, ranting to him about how weird everyone's been acting. He tries not to care as you tell him how busy you are, how you'll be up for hours doing work. He really tries, but all he can think about is you leaving, and what will happen once you do. How everyone else will handle it.

Sam tries not to care, but it's hard when it comes to you.

Crowley

Crowley has tried his best when it comes to you, he genuinely believes that.

He's tried to make sure you had a safe environment, he tried to make sure you were safe. He tried to find you a way home. He honestly did. But in a way, everything got away from him. From the Overblots to the many, many school trips he hasn't had time for much, truely!

But even so, why would you want to go home? If you ignore your life being in danger once a month and the students' strange behavior, life is pretty good here. You have people who care about you, a home that's been recently renovated, and basically anything you could ask for. It was a nice life, so he couldn't understand why Divus was claiming you wanted to leave.

Crowley wonders if he should confront you, tell you off for throwing away everything he's worked to give you. He thought against it however, knowing the response he'd get. Instead he chooses to march up to Ramshackle and demand you rethink all this. He doesn't know what's come over him, you're a magicless human from another world, there wouldn't be much of an issue if you left, for him at least. The other students wouldn't react as well.

Now that Crowley is thinking about it, he doesn't think he wants you to leave. You are a big help when it comes to Overblots and keeping the students at bay, but it's more than that. Crowley has come to enjoy your time here, and he doesn't exactly look forward to you leaving. That's partly why he's taken so long to find you a way home, but you'll never know that.

But to his surprise, you don't know what you're talking about when he shows up. You don't remember anything about leaving or a mirror, and you assume he's here because there's some job he needed you to do. He's--surprised, but he quickly realizes that it's due to a certain student's meddling.

Not that it's anything he should worry about--honestly it just makes his job easier, he would've done the same.

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A/n: Again sorry if there are out of character, this was difficult.

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lunarw0rks · 7 months

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Rachel!!

the way you wrote "Interruptions" 🤟🏼😪-

I've seen what you've done for other people and I want that too.

Please sir can I have more Alejandro x f!reader thots and feelings.

Make it nasty only the way you do.

a/n: sorry, this has been sitting in my inbox for weeks. hope you enjoy what i decided to write! I had a plus-sized reader in mind for this, but it's not a major part of it. the language is still inclusive!

PACIFY | ALEJANDRO VARGAS

⊹。°˖➴ Synopsis: Hooking up with your ex means you're still separated, doesn't it?

⊹。°˖➴ Pairing: Alejandro Vargas x Fem!reader

⊹。°˖➴ Warning(s): nsfw (18+), exes to lovers, ex!husband!Alejandro, mild angst, smut, oral sex (r.), p/v (unsafe) sex, slight dom/sub dynamics, breeding, kinda??/talk of pregnancy, tension w/ happy ending | W.C: 2.6k

꒦꒷ MAIN MASTERLIST ꒷꒦ ALEJANDRO MASTERLIST ──── ☆ read "Interruptions" here!

You tried your best not to think about him.

Not because of ill-treatment or the bickering. Your wounds were still too fresh. His schedule was too unpredictable, more than the gamble he took every time he left home. At first, you were convinced you could handle that life — wondering if your husband would come home in a body bag every time he ships off.

It was easier this way. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, the breakup was mutual. The phone call he got in the middle of the goodbye was ironic enough; yet another relationship milestone interrupted by his tireless career.

The low heels you wore clicked against the pavement; your brows furrowed as you reviewed an important email. The expression of disdain had become a permanent picture on your face ever since you two split.

You'd never admit it out loud, but you missed being taken care of.

Being alone wasn't all it was cracked up to be. And, because of your own stubbornness, you were reluctant to accept any more of his financial help. That meant rent and a search for better employment, which was no easy task.

But you got lucky today. An offer for a decent job; one you could budget properly with. With a chew of your lip, you pressed send and opened your car door, awaiting his reply.

You: Need to pick up my laptop.

The text was simple enough, but nothing ever was, was it? Instead of a message chime, your phone vibrated. His name flashed on the screen underneath 'incoming' and you could feel your eyes roll before you told them to.

Raising it to your ear, you huffed. Before you could get a word in, he spoke first. "It's nice to hear you breathe." Alejandro's voice comes through the static, reminding you of how audible your attitude had been. You didn't mean to be, but a text reply would have done the trick.

"Did you see my text?" You ignore his snide humor, tapping your fingers along your car window.

"Of course, I did. It's against the law to call my wife?" He chuckles and you feel as though he's with you; the mornings lying beside one another, his worlds tickling your eardrum.

Ex-wife, not wife. It wasn't official yet, but that was a habit you were still determined he break. "Do you know where my laptop is, or am I wasting my time, Alejandro?" You ask, shifting with impatience.

"Always so eager," he clicked his tongue, "it's in your old office. See? No need for dramatics." You rolled your eyes again, this time voluntarily.

As if he wasn't the mascot for melodrama.

You were completely dreading this short trip. For now, all you could rely on was the little voice assuring you you'd be 'in and out' of there within minutes.

It was only when you stood on the porch, that you realized you forgot to take the doormat as well. You urged yourself to remember that when you were out of here in five minutes. A petty realization, but a realization, nonetheless.

The oversized front door swings open, and there he is. "You don't need to dress up for me, amor. You hate me, remember?" He let out a tsk, shamelessly looking you up and down.

With a wave of your hand, you stepped inside without waiting for him to move. "I don't hate you, and you shouldn't joke about that, Ale." It was true; you didn't hate him, not even a little bit. His facetious humor was only amusing when it didn't inspire guilt.

Ignoring the pang in your chest, you said, "I had a job interview, hence the outfit." You glance at the living space, still familiar despite its void of all your belongings. "That's why I need my computer; then I'll be out of your hair."

His hair did look nice. Still silky and trimmed from a recent barber visit, you'd assume. His essence smacked you in the face, the suave cologne and aftershave — as if he'd cleaned up purely to tempt you.

Never would you give him the courtesy of admitting his success. Not verbally.

You walk toward the hall in the way of the office, but his arm stops you. Hovering over your abdomen, it's then you realize how close he'd gotten. "I put it on the table. Saves you the trip, no?" Another sarcastic comment. Big surprise.

"Ah, my savior, saving me the fifteen steps into the office," you match his tone, indeed spotting the laptop and charger left on the breakfast table.

It's not a bad favor, these heels couldn't have been less comfortable. He chuckles a bit, as if dismissing you, but never removes his arm. It lingers there, eventually giving your hip a squeeze. Not possessively, not carnally — it's an attention-grab.

"Forgive me, cariño, I know I've been..." He cuts himself off early, regathering his scrambled thoughts. "You look good. Today and— and always. I'm happy for you."

You raise a brow subtly, instinctively mellowing your voice. "For what? The job?"

"Something like that," Alejandro replies with a shield of vagueness, rubbing the flesh he'd squeezed. You hadn't moved despite how close he was. And it was more than the position you'd taken; so much more.

You open your mouth to retort again but fall short. "Listen, Alejandro..." He continued fondling your hip, slowing to a stop when you began speaking, tilting his head.

The rest of your words refuse to come out under the scrutiny of his warmth, and he knows it. You shift around a bit, feeling vulnerable the longer you stare at one another — how many words are being said with one abiding look.

His lips ghosted over your temple, the tip of his nose against your hair. Alejandro breathed in the scent of your shampoo, getting remnants of your perfume. Two smells he missed, more than he'd care to admit out loud.

By night two of you were gone your pillow was void of it. Right now, it was like savoring your scent all over again — while you were looking your best.

Your tense shoulders relaxed, falling into old habits when your head leaned against him. "I should be going," you breathed your words, a slight hitch in your breathing from the contact. It wasn't like the feelings and desires faded the moment you split; they were as fresh as the wounds.

A hushed dismissal enters your ear in a purr, sending chills across your body. His breath roams down the side of your face, wrapping around until it reaches your lips. “Do it for me.”

It’s akin to the first time you hooked up. His lips swallow yours, a moan escaping you when his tongue swirls around. You turn to face him fully and cup his cheeks, “we shouldn’t be doing this.” Despite your protests, you don’t fight another kiss.

“It’s our house, isn’t it?” You only nod into his shoulder, rocking your hips under his touch. Alejandro’s palms run down your shoulder blades to your tailbone, giving your rear a squeeze. “Answer me, cariño.”

"Yes." You whisper, pressing your lips against his jaw, urging his roaming hands to end their pause.

Caring about right and wrong fleeted to the back of your mind, while he moved to the front of it — consuming every passing thought you'd had of him for months.

His hands resumed after a hum of approval, while yours worked at unbuttoning the stuffy shirt you were wearing. Eventually, you gave them a yank, not paying any mind to the fabric fraying. The warmth from your skin could practically be felt, feeling free once you were left in a bra.

Through the kiss, he took steps backward while you followed at his mercy. He backed through the doorway of the master bedroom, keeping you connected by the lips.

The bedroom welcomed you, as did the bed you were being pushed into. Once sleek and cornered, now wrinkled sheets beneath you as you squirmed. “Missed seeing you like this,” his lips caressed your navel, traveling south as he pulled off your bottoms, rolling them down your legs.

He lay between them, giving glances through his lashes. His arms hooked around your thighs, keeping the squirms to a minimum. You reached down and ran your fingers over his hand, “Alejandro.” You weren’t sure why you said it either; he hadn’t even gotten started. It was more of a declaration than a gripe.

His stubble tickled along your inner thighs, hot breath on your core the closer he leaned in. “Do you want me to stop?” He sneered after you’d whined his name again, a smirk tugging the corner of his mouth. The answer was no, and you weren’t sure how to feel about that; it was like he had you under his spell all over again.

You despised being so weak for him, but that’s just how you liked it. Your body told the story, quivering and wet from the mere ghost of his breath on your heat.

“No, I don’t want you to stop. But, we—” You declared with the remainder of your willpower, and that was all he needed to hear. With the rustling of some sheets and a dizzying spin, you were on your stomach. Even after all this time, he managed to leave you stunned and needing more than what you were given.

He hooks his fingers around the waistband of your panties and tugs at them, making you twitch from the intensity. After his direction, you’re on your hands and knees, gazing down at the familiar sheets. The hands redirecting you aren’t rough or mean; they’re salacious.

“The thorn in my side.” His chuckle is a mock, cut off a lick on your core. “If only she could see herself now.” Your reaction, as small as a shudder, did more than enough to prove his point. You squeeze the silky sheets, suddenly feeling the intensity of his mouth on your pussy. He angled himself underneath you, tilting his head to swirl around your sensitive clit.

You jolted forward, instinctively clenching your thighs shut. Alejandro’s buff hands worked quickly, prying them open once more so he could enter you with his tongue.

His head bobbed in a fluid motion, the messy slurps growing louder throughout the room. You couldn’t leave it at this; if you were going to be pathetic, you were dragging him down with you. Your attempt was risible when you said his name again — attempting to sound firm, despite ripping at the seams from only his foreplay.

A pitiful plea is muttered from your lips, halting his feral tongue. “Hm? You’re making demands now?” His tongue clicks and they are obvious jeers, daring you to roll over and slip your pants back on. But, of course, you didn’t. You were no match for his natural charm; the reason you were in this damn situation at all.

The stars must have been aligned that night because his banter didn’t worsen. His ferocious mouth ceased entirely, and several seconds passed with some shuffling around. For a moment, you were expecting to flip around and find him fleeing from his own bedroom.

Until his palm collided with your ass, a ceaseless sting radiating off the pricked flesh. Before you could do so much as a jolt, Alejandro clutched your hip to hold you in place. “You may boss me around out there, cariño—” his other hand gripped the base of his cock, abruptly filling you with every inch, “—but not here.”

If it weren’t for his fingertips digging like daggers, you would’ve fallen face-first into the mattress. His thrusts were sharp and paced, messily lubricated by his saliva that he hadn’t bothered to lap up.

You wanted to scowl at his cockiness. But he was right. If there were a mirror, you’d see how craven he turned you.

His hips clashed with your backside, a constant slap echoing throughout the room — and surely the rest of the abode. You mewled beneath him, figuring it was better to savor the pleasure while you still had it. There were few things that went right in your marriage; intimacy was one of them, no denying it.

Your body knew it, and deep down so did your mind. Though, even when he was deep inside you it was tempting to bicker, you knew you wouldn’t get much of a sentence out. Alejandro knew all of your sweet spots, which ones to caress and which ones to exploit.

When your back tensed into an arch, his length hit even deeper. “Ángel, what’s wrong? Can’t relax when I’m inside you?” He leaned forward, chest against your curved back to ensure his words resonated deep within your ears.

As much as you cursed yourself, you nodded weakly. The warmth of his breath on your ear disappeared. Following, his palm rested between your shoulder blades, nudging you forward until only your hips were raised; a position that left you an undeniably gladded mess.

He quickened his pace but continued to bottom out inside you, slinking an arm around to stimulate your clit. His fingers spread you apart, matching the whirlpool motion to the intensity of his thrusts. “You’re close, nena.” It nearly sounded like a warning; could have been, if you weren’t clenching around him so tight.

Considering he hadn’t hooked up with anyone in months, you were actively draining his restraint. His stamina prevailed — but his willpower? Not so much. Alejandro’s ab muscles constricted tight, burning from the strain of rutting into you. And you, currently enduring the clutter of an approaching climax; that coil tightening, the rough pads of his digits, his deep fill of you.

It all hit you at once, your fists balled into the sheets as you felt the sensations overtake you. Your walls quivered around him, propelling him into his own climax. As your ears buzzed, you faintly heard his raspy ramblings that he pumped through. His thrusts slowed but remained deep as you milked him dry.

Alejandro muttered a curse and pulled out of you, pressing a kiss to your jawline. Some things never change. As the pleasure fizzled, you recognized the tepid sensation of his raw finish. The repercussions of him finishing inside you should’ve been more daunting, but they weren’t.

You attempted to flip over but he’d quickly settled beside you, caging you with his chest against your back. “Was that okay?” He mumbled against your warm skin as wet lips pecked your shoulder a few times.

His voice alone nearly drew a shiver, growing especially hoarse during pillow talk. “Which part?” You breathed, instinctively tracing your fingers along his scarred arms. Your words were half sarcasm, while the other part of you was still catching up.

“Very funny,” you could feel his smile against your flesh, followed by the slight nip of his front teeth. “You know what I mean. This. Wouldn’t be so bad, hm? A family?”

Part of you wished a wave of regret would wash over you, with waves thick enough to thrash some sense into you. They never came. Something felt right about being tangled in bed again; foreign but right.

“No,” you murmured, catching the last of your breath. “It wouldn’t be. But, I thought you hated being bossed around? You think our baby wouldn’t do the same?”

Alejandro snickered and massaged the hip flesh he left slightly bruised, “Only by you.” You gave his bicep a light knock, and he physically saw the spark return to your eyes. The one you had before all the petty resentment and venom.

Whether or not parenthood was a fix meant little; there was no denying your chemistry.

If anything, tonight was a breakthrough — despite its unconventional beginning. Through all the new unknowns, there was one thing you knew for sure. You weren’t going anywhere.

₊˚⊹♡ ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ divider cred. - cafekitsune

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blingblong55 · 6 months

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Masquerade -Call of Duty

This is a collection of quotes from a radio show called 'Dangerously Yours' from Ep titled 'Masquerade'. (none of these quotes or ideas of how the story develops are mine.)

---- GN!Reader, enemy!Reader, enemy!COD character, enemies to lovers? ----

You are a spy for your country, you were sent to kill the target so you made him/her fall in love and you also fell into your own trap. Neither of you can be with the other for if you are, you'll both get killed. So, you tell him/her what your plans were and he/she tells you they knew all along. You are in denial of your feelings for him/her and in the end, you end up killing him/her. His/her last words were, 'I love you R/N." And as his/her people asked if he/she needed help, all they said was basically no, that they want you to find your own path in life and that with hope, someday, you would believe that they were truly in love with you which is very much true.

This next part is of the characters in COD that I think would be the ones playing Rudolph Estefan and you of course play Catherine. These quotes are taken from the comment section...and from what i listened to as I wrote them down

[Italic for the COD character]

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(Vladimir Makarov)

“Look, [R/N], a shooting star! Did you wish?”

“Oh, I didn’t have time.”

“Then there is something you wish for.”

“Yes…”

“What did you wish?”

“I was wishing that… we were two other people. Two people who need not say goodbye.”

“Perhaps it can be that way.”

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(Valeria Garza)

[Orange is a third character]

“Oh, I wish you wouldn’t go to see that woman/man tonight, [ma'am]-“

“how could I stay away? Elvear, for the first time in my life, I am completely, head-over-heels in love!”

“but countess Garza-“

“I know what you’re thinking, ‘I have a mission to perform and I have no right to fall in love', but… things don’t always work out the way we’d like to have them work out, hey Elvear?”

“oh, I don’t know what’s to come of all this, sir.”

“no, Elvear, neither do I. Neither do I, but perhaps we shall find out tonight.”

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(Alejandro Vargas) "[R/N], I offer you the three things most dear to me, my heart, my country and my dreams."

"You are too generous."

"[R/N], you must listen to me. Since that first hour we met, I've been completely yours. There's never been anyone else for me, there never will."

"Oh please, please don't say anymore. There are worlds between us, worlds that can't be crossed with words."----

(Alex Keller)

"I'm going to tell you something [R/N], something that will put my life in your hands."

"your life..."

"It would mean my life were the news to get to certain circles yes."

"Then don't tell me, how do you know you can trust me?"

"I love you...and I believe you love me."

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(John Price)

“you may as well take my heart, [R/N], it’s already full of you. You walked into it the day we met.”

“You’re a fool, John Price.”

“but isn’t any man who falls in love?”

----

(Simon 'Ghost' Riley)

"Do you know what you are to me? You are something to believe in again. You're a type of person that had ceased to exist for me. A fine honest woman/man."

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(Rodolfo Parra)

“Oh, my darling, you’re such a child. take your foolish little dream in your heart and go, please go!”

“what is it, what’s wrong my dear?”

“you know nothing about me- you’ve known me only three weeks!”

“three weeks…? [R/N], I’ve known you all my life.”

“all your life.”

“it’s true! I’ve seen you in a thousand plays, and read you in as many books. when I’ve heard beautiful music I’ve thought, ‘[She’d/He'd] like that.’ I’ve looked at flowers and known that one day I’d give them to you-“

“Oh, stop, stop! you must listen to me. I am not that woman/man! Perhaps I was once, but I am not now! You see… you were wrong. you can’t trust me.”

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(Logan Walker)

"I had Elvear look you up the day you arrived."

"And it...it didn't make any difference?"

"It didn't make any difference. You see, I trust you. You came here to betray me and to betray my country, that is your mission countess/count [R/N]. And yet I'm so sure of your love that I will trust you with my life and what is far more valuable the life of my country."

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(John 'Soap' MacTavish)

“if I betray you…I betray myself. If I betray him, I betray my country. My country is very dear to me.”

“dearer than I?”

“no…no, not dearer than you.”

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(John Price)

“You’re very clever, aren’t you? I can read you like a book now. You thought I was young, and easily swayed, that you could make me love you, and I would throw over my country—my duty for you—!”

“That's not the way to look at it, [R/N].”

“You weren’t so wise after all! Because you’ve lost you hear me?! Lost! You’ve guessed wrong in our little duel of wits! You forgot how close hate is to love!”

“You don’t know what you’re saying [R/N].”

“You never loved me—! You knew that I loved you, and you used that!”

“[R/N] stop talking like a child—we’re playing for countries now!”

“Yes we are, aren’t we!”

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(Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick)

“This is a gun in my hand, Kyle…I’d advise you to be careful what you say.”

“Well, rather melodramatic, aren’t you? tell me, will I be the seventh notch on the gun or the eighth? haha. do you mind if I smoke?”

“…smoke?”

“I always smoke at the theatre. somehow it enhances the performance.”

“You can do anything you please, Kyle, but you have very little time to do it in.”

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(Keegan P. Russ)

“…You mean you’re actually going to kill me...?”

“I mean just that.”

“Well…go ahead.”

“…I’ll do this my own way…Look…you already know my purpose in being here. Now you will either give me my information, or I will kill you. You have until 9 o’clock.”

“You won’t do it. You can’t pull the trigger. You can’t pull it because you love me. It takes a very brave and a very cold woman/man to do that [R/N], I don’t think you can…Isn’t that true? Isn’t that why you’re waiting…?”

“That's not true!”

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(Simon 'Ghost' Riley)

“Or is it that you want to watch your victim? You want my heart to constrict with agony, my hands to shake! You want me to plead for my life so you can make a generous gesture and spare me…Sorry [R/N], I don’t seem to be in the mood for prayers tonight.”

“You don’t think I’ll do it? That's why you’re so brave…You don’t think I’ll do it…You wouldn’t be so brave otherwise…! You’re a coward at heart! You lied to me, you deceived me—“

“You lied to me…you deceived me!”

“You tried to deceive me.”

“I’m tired of listening to you!”

“You gave me your heart, you know. You’d like me to hand it back, whole again, but I won’t. You’ll live a long time yet, [R/N], an eternity without me. You will look into the faces of passers-by, hoping for something that will, for an instant, bring me back to you. You will find moonlit nights strangely empty because when you call my name through them there will be no answer. Always your heart will be aching for me and your mind will give you the doubtful consolation that you did a brave thing.”

“you dare to talk of bravery.”

“what else do we have to talk about, [R/N]? For me, there will never be another woman/man but you. But for my heart, there is another love that must come before you, my country.”

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(König)

“you’re so still… your face is like ice. what are you thinking, [R/N]?”

“…what does anything you can say matter? You betrayed me with words. What good are words… when your heart is breaking? if I fail now, I should deserve to die. You tricked me into loving you.”

“Aren’t you forgetting that you came here for the same purpose?”

“I couldn’t have betrayed you, I tried to tell you- you said you already knew. I was as honest as I knew how to be.”

“Do you think I wanted to love you, knowing where you came from and what your mission was? Don’t you suppose that every hour we were together I was thinking, ‘[She’s/He's] just pretending’?”

“I wasn’t! I loved you!”

“and I loved you so much I let you pretend! Because you brought something to my days I couldn’t stand the thought of losing. Listen to your heart [R/N]. Feel it pounding.”

----

(All of the COD characters...for sure)

“Your time is up.”

“Then, my last words, I love you, [R/N].”

“You’re determined to die with a lie on your lips?!”

*gunshot*

“I…love you, [R/N]…”

“Oh, god.”

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(All of the COD characters...for sure)

“Tell her/him the truth? Tell her the truth so that she/he will watch the stars through tears instead of following the one cold star that is her/his destiny? No, no, Elvear, let her/him think I never loved her/him. One day, she/he will follow a flag to the same fate as mine. We must…leave her/him the strength for that hour.”

A/N: Anyway...hope you liked it?

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l0velylecter · 1 year

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Could you do it where the MW2 men find out that one of their S/O relatives is in the military like their brother or sister maybe by recognizing the last name is the same as there S/O( preferably their older brother) and how they would react thank you

(Preferably with Alejandro, ghost, soap, and Graves)

how the cod:mw ii men react to finding your relative in the military

characters : simon ‘ghost’ riley / reader , john ‘soap’ mactavish / reader, alejandro vargas/ reader , phillip graves/ reader fandom : call of duty modern warfare ii rating : t for teen and up audiences warnings : brief mentions of blood and violence, tags : mostly fluff, light-hearted, some angst, gender neutral ! reader

01 | Alejandro

When it was time for Rudy to take a rookie under his wing, just as Alejandro had done with him, the captain was eager to see how it would play out. He'd watch from a distance as his second command walked the fresh-faced cadet through training, occasionally stepping in to give input before leaving them be. And when the rookie took down the sniper on the water tower and saved his ass, Alejandro was proud to witness that he was, after all, a good mentor.

The more time the three spent together, the more that Alejandro started to suspect something was off — nothing urgent enough for him to distrust the man but enough for him to start shivering from the de javu. The two dimples on the side of his smirk, the way he carries himself, the hard-to-miss accent whenever he speaks: the familiarity of it all, despite having confirmed that, no, the two men haven't met previously, made Alejandro feel excluded from the punchline of one, big, cosmic joke.

And the funniest part was that he'd come home to your arms and complain to you, oblivious of the dimples peppering your smile as you patiently listened to him go insane over the obvious — " I swear on my life mi vida, I've met this man before."

You would have put your partner out of his misery if it wasn't for the fact that he found out before you : when the rookie told them the same childhood story you've recited to Alejandro so often that he could recite it word by word. With a sudden step on the brakes and Rudy's nose colliding into the dashboard, Alejandro nearly lunged into the backseat to choke your brother for not telling him sooner.

Alejandro couldn't even be angry when Rudy made hundreds out of their little bet — " I told you it would take ages for him to notice, no offense, capitán."

When Alejandro came home with your brother in tow, uniforms stained with dirt and dust from the little roughhousing they had, you had no choice but to drag them inside by the ears. Angry at your brother for enlisting without your knowledge and Alejandro for not noticing sooner.

02 | Graves

Graves has always believed that a certain amount of disregard for authority is healthy. If he has to be honest with himself, taking orders from Shepherd is irritating enough, but taking orders from his orthodox, headstrong, and almost dictatorial second-in-command is a pain in the ass, if not pure, fucking torture.

The minute he received the file in his office, Graves knew right off the bat that he was your father. If the name hadn't been a dead giveaway, it would be that underneath the cold, calculating gaze of his headshot, you shared the same eyes. The curve of your jaws, the slight tilt of your heads, the similar phrases you shared when speaking, Graves didn't have to know that the apple didn't fall far from the tree.

So he did what every potential son-in-law would do: he tried to impress the general, even if it pained him to behave like a dog on a leash. Weeks of training turned into months on the field, and it took Phillip half a year to finally get the man to ask — "What's your name, soldier?" and another half a year for him to say — " Maybe you and your men aren't as useless after all."

Phillip hated groveling more than anything, but he had to keep his cool and play his cards right: he was playing the long game here. Every time he came home, you would bite your fingernails by the door, anxiously waiting to interrogate your boyfriend about his day — " Did he suspect anything? Did he ask? Did he hurt you?"

Imagine Phillip's satisfaction when Christmas rolled around: it was time to meet the family and the sight of his commander's usually stoic face crumbling at his wife doting on him with sweaters and laughter enough to inflate the CEO's ego and fly him to the moon. And when you held — no, gripped, Phillip's hand under the dinner table as a silent way to beg for him not to say anything that would trigger the silent yet ticking time bomb in the room, he had disregarded it with one, single movement.

" Daddy, can you please pass me a fork ?"

When both Phillip and your father reached for the utensil, you could feel your mother place a hand across her mouth next to you. Let's just say none of the shadow company members knew why they were reassigned to Shepherd the next day — not that their captain and his bruised lip were complaining.

03 | Soap

When a new sniper was assigned to the task force, Soap was first in line to make conversation with the lad, and although Ghost was stern in reminding him that 'friends aren't in the manual book', the lt.'s words were disregarded ( as usual ) the moment the two men clicked.

He had written to you about how well he got along with the new rookie, enjoying how it was now his turn to guide him through the steps, the same way Price had with him. Due to the covert circumstances of the mission, he had to send his letter by mail, and by the time he received a response, it had been months and nearly a year of the two running assignments together. When you explained to Soap that your last name had been your mother's maiden name and that you actually had a different last name, the sergeant had put two and two together in an instant — eyes falling onto the nametag by the sniper's uniform.

To say he was thrilled was an understatement. The Scotsman would have started cheering if they weren't already embracing each other by the shoulder, fondly talking about you by the fire.

He'd send back polaroids of the two of them in their gear post-mission, sharing a pint. It definitely made you feel like the third-wheeler.

Johnny would grow to become protective of your brother, and vice versa : they would always look out for each other, making sure that you wouldn't have to open the door after missions to just one of them.

The day Soap told you that he knew about your embarrassing childhood stories was the day you considered writing to Price.

04 | Ghost

The moment Ghost saw the rookie's name tag, he immediately knew. Briefly, there was a cold, heavy, sinking feeling settling inside the pit of his stomach. Yet, he remained passive under the mask, ordering the rest of the men to board the helicopter as takeoff was in five. Once they were in the air, he stole another glance at the man, noting that you shared the same nose, chin, and hair color. Fucking hell, he cursed internally. He shouldn't be here.

There was no denying it. The brother you've spent years searching, mourning, thinking that he's either dead from his previous deployment or MIA from how he's never kept contact, is going to be deployed into what most men call a suicide mission.

He shouldn't interfere. He shouldn't reach out: even if Simon cares about you. And dare he confess — loves you, this wasn't the time and place. Trying to protect the rookie will get him killed, but he did it anyways. Without thinking twice, his body moved on its own, telling your brother to follow him when the team gets split in four. And when they had to go in pairs, the lieutenant had dragged him by the arm, ignoring Soap's look of surprise.

The catacombs were narrow and long as they dwindled further into the shadows: even with their night vision, the darkness was almost blinding as they ventured into the abandoned mine in search of Makarov's old base. Your brother tells him as a matter of factly it was because of the radiation, and even if there were no active nuclear activity at the moment, previous experiments conducted by Makarov's men were at risk of contamination, which would need to be contained. And Ghost hated how he spoke just like you, eyes bright and curious of the world. Simon didn't feel sorry when he told the rookie to shut up.

As if the oxygen thinning wasn't already suffocating enough, the pressure that gripped the air made your brother's breathing turn shallow, immediately alerting Simon. Just as he was about to suggest that they return to the surface, a cluster of bullets flew past them: causing flashes of red and yellow to echo down the halls, sending tremors everywhere. Simon gripped your brother by the collar, pulling him down to duck.

The fighting probably only lasted for half an hour, and by the end, the cave was already on the brink of collapse, barely supported by old, rotting wooden pillars. Sion had to jog with your brother's limp body against his, the rookie's breathing barely there, his wound seeping blood onto Simon's uniform.

When they made it out, it was already nightfall: the last rays of sunlight tethering on the borders of the horizon. Your brother demanded Simon to put him down, face crumbling in the fear and acceptance that he wasn't going to make it. The helicopter was still two hours away, and the rest of the team was on the other side of the tunnel. Simon was many things, but he wasn't a liar, and so he wasn't going to force-feed the cadet hope if he truly didn't stand a chance.

So Simon did the next best thing. He laid him down atop the soil, supporting his head with a makeshift pillow he had made with his jacket. He listened to the man speak about his regrets, eyes dropping when he mentioned your name — " I wished I could've told (name) how fucking sorry I am for leaving. I've been meaning to reach out, but I just couldn't… I was afraid of what they’d think. They must be disappointed in their big brother. I let them down."

" They're not. They never stopped looking."

A heartbeat passed where he didn't react to Simon taking off his mask, a brief silent moment where it was just the breeze, the night, and the branches humming. His pain-stricken face turned into a smile, and a laugh, followed by a sputtering of coughs — blood pooling across his lips.

" Holy shit...what are the odds, eh? T-take care of them, okay?"

Only when Simon nodded did he let go of his hand, fingers turning cold and numb against the sand. And when Simon gave you the dog tags, he didn't have to say a word. All he needed to do was hold you as you cried: his own regret, cold and heavy against the pit of his stomach.

a/n : thank you for requesting ! i hope this lives up to your expectations <3 this was very fun for me to write, the entire time I was writing graves’s prompt, I was thinking about the scene in ‘22 jump street’ lol. and the garden fight in ‘crazy stupid love’. the little shit would definitely be a menace to in laws.

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Pairing: Yuri Volkov/Mylène "Petra" Scholten de Ridder

Summary: Second meetings and first chances.

Genre: General, light angst, light fluff, fem!oc

Warnings: Semi-proofread, cursing, references to canon-typical violence, not much going on this time tbh

Word Count: 3k

Note: I got halfway through the next chapter of Bloodsport and rewarded myself with more self indulgent oc stuff... Bit of a shorter chapter than I wanted, but oh well (●'◡'●)

As always, very special thanks to my beloveds @sofasoap, @nrdmssgs, and @gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot for their endless encouragement and support <3

"Lively group we've got here." Mylène comments, her narrowed gaze slowly dragging over the other people in the room.

Gathered were the remnants of the one-four-one. All but the pair of bright-eyed, effervescent siblings currently lying in hospital beds. Everything feels darker, somehow, like the sun had been eclipsed at its peak. The thought weighs heavily on those who remain, the silence at first only being broken by the sounds of fabric shuffling as people shifted their weight and the occasional quiet grunt or cough.

"You're lookin' lively yourself, Lt." Kyle is the second one to speak up, his eyes meeting hers from his spot leaned against the wall.

The hospital was charitable enough – or, more likely, Laswell had pulled some strings to 'convince' the staff – to leave a private meeting room empty for the group to gather.

"Okay, we're not going to get anywhere if we don't address the elephant in the room." Laswell interrupts the awkward banter with a low exhale. She's stood at the front of the room with her arms crossed tight over her chest, the tension in her muscles readily apparent to the other woman. "We're not in a good position right now. We're two down, out of leads, and out of intel on Makarov's next moves."

"Very hopeful start, Laswell. You should try being a motivational speaker." Kyle snorts, silently surrendering when her hard stare directs itself at him.

"Kyle." Price's unimpressed and, frankly, exhausted voice lightly scolds the sergeant. Kyle was the most bubbly one in the room, especially given how his only competition was Laswell, Price, Simon, and Mylène – all of whom look to be on the verge of snapping for different, yet related, reasons.

"Do we have anything at all to work with, Kate?" The captain shifts his attention back to the liaison; one of their only allies at the moment.

She takes her time before answering. Her ocean blue eyes are trained on the large, wooden, oval-shaped table in the center of the space, still in pristine condition due to none of them even daring to touch it. "Minimal resources." She starts, pausing to wet her lips. "As you all know by now, we're splitting up to utilize what little we have."

"John, Kyle, you're linking up with Farah's forces to try and gain some intel from within Urzikstan's borders. Ghost, you and Riot are heading to Mexico to follow up on a lead from Colonel Vargas." Laswell continues, taking another pause to meet the remaining lieutenant's mismatched eyes. "You've got a special assignment, Petra."

"So I've heard." Mylène huffs, her tone dry as her arms lift to cross over her chest.

"One of the few leads we have at the moment is on a smuggler – chemical weapons." Laswell states.

"Connected to the agents Konni Group's been drooling over since General Barkov was taken care of?" Mylène's eyebrows knit together, trying to recall any names of known smugglers. A few come to mind, none of which were reliable or still functional, but she mentally files them away nonetheless.

"Exactly that." Laswell nods, sliding a flash drive across the table, right into the other woman's waiting hand. "We don't have a name, just locations of the trades we've been able to confirm. The contact I got this from has already agreed to help with every step of the investigation."

Mylène turns over the USB stick in her hand, eyeing it curiously. "The contact, is it Colonel Volkov again?" She asks, turning to Laswell once more as she safely tucks the flash drive away.

"How'd you guess?"

"Vrag moyego vraga - moi drug." She echoed his prior words, the ones he spoke to the two women back in Arklov Base. The enemy of my enemy is my friend.

The older woman lets out something of a chuckle and cracks a smile for the first time since she arrived. "Nikolai agreed to provide transport, at least for linking you up with Yuri. He'll be picking you up in about three hours."

"Three hours— why do none of you give me more time to prepare?" Mylène shoots a pointed look towards Laswell and Simon specifically and turns to walk out, but stops dead in her tracks before she can even take a single step towards the door.

"Someone should be staying with Johnny and Freya. They're still targets, even here." She says, sending the group a wary glance.

Riot was hovering over the siblings' bedsides at the moment, hence why she was missing the meeting, but she'll be leaving with Simon before the end of the day. They'll be left alone. Someone needs to stay with the two, just in case.

"We've already got that covered."

Mylène quirks a brow at Laswell's assured statement, until she hears the door behind her open and close with a soft click.

A tall, broad figure is standing in front of it, dressed in a simple pair of jeans and a black hoodie with the hood lowered, showing off a head of messy dark brown curls. A set of forest green eyes stare back at her, the rich color standing out against the dark circles under his eyes and the long, jagged scar running down the left side of his face. It starts just above his eyebrow and disappears into the black surgical mask he's wearing, giving some air of mystery despite her knowing exactly what exists underneath.

Emiel Scholten de Ridder. Nightfall.

To others, he may be an imposing character, but to Mylène, he's just her little brother. Well, little in age.

"Finally staying in one place for more than a few days?" She draws him into a tight hug with a gleeful smile on her lips.

"Seems like it." He chuckles into her hair, returning the hug for a few seconds. "She decided to pull me off my last assignment and station me here to keep an eye on things."

"I wanted the best on the job." Laswell clarifies, earning a confident nod from the younger woman. "Nightfall will stay in the hospital as long as Soap and Mini are here. They'll be safe." She adds and meets Mylène's gaze once more.

"If there are no more questions, then I'll let you get prepared."

"None at all, Watcher."

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The heavy blades of the helicopter are a welcomed sight, whipping up a light breeze that blows the loose strands of hair framing Petra's back as the vehicle descends.

She wastes no time in approaching it and sliding the side door back, stepping up into the cabin. The door shuts behind her with another heavy thud, leaving her standing in a UH-60 Black Hawk so familiar that she might as well call it her second home.

"Good to see you in one piece, Mila!" Nikolai calls out over his shoulder. Petra turns to flash him a smile, carefully setting her backpack against a wall before coming up to the cockpit.

"Thought Makarov took me out of commission, too?" She hums, calmly settling in the co-pilot's seat next to his.

"You? Of course not." He laughs, hearty and full of life. It was refreshing after spending so much time in the hospital. "I am just happy to see you doing well, my friend." He adds once the laughter dies down, the helicopter taking off just as quickly as it had landed.

Petra shifts in her seat in anticipation for the longer flight. "I'm assuming we're not meeting Colonel Volkov at Arklov Base again?" She asks with a soft laugh of her own.

"Unless you are willing to brave sarin gas, then, no." Nikolai comments. "He's in Zaporizhzhia."

"Zaporizhzhia?"

"Melitopol, to be exact." He clarifies, intentionally slowing his speech and harshly pronouncing each syllable with a cheeky grin.

"Fucks sake, I know what it is." She huffs, ignoring his amused snort as she shakes her head. "What's he doing in southern Ukraine?"

"Waiting for us, probably." He shrugs with the sarcastic response. "Did Laswell send you in with any information on this op?"

"Yeah, actually, thanks for the reminder." Petra jumps up from her seat and shuffles over to her bag, unzipping it and pulling a tablet out. She plops down in her seat again after a moment, scrolling through the pages of intel that she transferred from the flash drive that Laswell gave her before she left.

Like she said before, it was mostly locations of confirmed trades between the yet-unnamed smuggler and Konni Group. There was an attempt at pinpointing his home base, but the locations were too scattered all over the map to centralize them. Unsurprisingly, a decent amount of the trades happened in Eastern Europe – they already knew it was Konni Group's playground, though, so it gave her nothing about the smuggler himself.

"Maybe he knows something that we don't." Petra mumbles, half to herself and half to the pilot. "The next deal could be happening in Ukraine." She adds.

"Suppose we won't know until we talk with him." Nikolai comments, earning an affirmative hum from her. A second passes before he speaks again. "When was the last time you slept?"

She blinks, her gaze flitting up from the screen and landing on him. "What?"

"Sleep? The thing most people do at night?" He explains, completely ignoring the way she rolls her eyes as soon as he starts. "When you close your eyes and dream of handsome pilots who always come through to help you in your times of need?"

"Having romantic dreams about yourself again, Nik?" She quirks a brow at him. "And, I'm fine. I slept—"

She cuts herself off, her lashes fluttering as she blinks a few more times. Her eyes drop to the tablet sitting on her thighs, unfocused on the screen as it slowly darkens before shutting itself off.

"...Some time recently." She mutters after a few seconds.

"We'll be up here for a while, you will have plenty of time to agonize over those files after we land. Get some rest while you still can, Mila." His voice softens, the previous humor in it dissipating and making room for a genuine concern that she only heard in certain moments.

Still, she argues. There was just too much for her to do. "But, I—"

"My bird, my rules. Get some rest." Nikolai replies without missing a beat. He doesn't even look at her while giving the command, nonchalantly glancing over a few gauges and dials like it was natural for him. Well, it was probably as natural as breathing at this point.

With a sigh comparable to that of a child getting sent to bed, she concedes. "Fine, just wake me up before we land." Petra shifts and gets into a more comfortable position, the tablet forgotten on the panel as she semi-awkwardly curls up and eventually finds a way to drift off into a light sleep.

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The telltale sound of the helicopter descending is what wakes her up, eventually. Petra rubs the sleep out of her eyes before it touches down and hurries to grab the tablet, maneuvering back to her backpack and shoving it inside.

"Melitopol, safe and sound." Nikolai announces, stepping out of the cockpit after shutting everything down.

"Didn't doubt you for even a second." She slips her backpack on with a slow exhale and follows the pilot out onto the tarmac.

The sun was starting to crest over the horizon, spilling a healthy balance of oranges, reds, yellows, and pink hues all over the sky above. The location they had landed at was some sort of base – not necessarily military, judging by the lack of a uniform… well, uniform, amongst the few people gracing the small airfield. Mercenaries, she assumes.

"So, where are we meeting him?" She asks, carefully examining her surroundings.

"Right here, if that works for you."

Petra turns when she hears the familiar voice, gravelly and rich, and sees the man himself approaching them.

"Colonel Volkov, always good to see a friendly face." She greets him, stepping forward to meet him and holding out her hand.

"Please, there is no need for formalities." He chuckles, shaking her hand far more gently than she was used to. "Just call me Yuri."

"Yuri. That works for me." A bright smile flashes across her face as his name leaves her lips.

It's right then and there that something in the back of the colonel's mind changes, begging him to only have his name spoken that way from now on. Spoken by her. He tries to ignore that feeling, especially as the other Russian in the group catches his attention.

"Yuri, my brother." Nikolai shares his own cheerful greeting with the man, one that’s eagerly reciprocated as the two hug briefly.

"It's been too long, my friend." Yuri comments, patting his shoulder one last time as the two part.

"You two have known each other for a long time?" Petra quirks a brow at the pair as Yuri starts to lead them to a car nearby. He fishes a set of keys out of his pocket – he’s in civvies, she realizes. Dark jeans and a navy blue windbreaker, with the collar of a simple black shirt peeking out from underneath – and tosses them to Nikolai.

"Something like that." Nikolai slides into the driver’s seat after catching the keys. The other two circle around to the passengers’ side, where Petra reaches out to open the door for herself. Yuri beats her to it, though, and he holds the door open while she slips into the backseat. He sits in the front, leaving her to lean forward and poke her head between the two men.

"So, where are we heading from here?" She chirps, realizing but refusing to admit just how much that short nap on the helicopter helped her. For the first time in weeks, she feels like she has some energy.

"South, past the border." Yuri replies, his low voice rumbling right next to her ear.

Wait, what? "The border? We're heading into Crimea?"

"I am assuming Laswell gave you the information I delivered to her." He continues, turning his head just enough to meet her confused gaze. "The smuggler working with Konni Group isn't the one we are going after, since he hardly shows his face for these trades, but the man who facilitates most of the deals should be here for an upcoming one."

She hums. "When is it?"

The car pulls onto a road after leaving the base, quiet and mostly vacant of any other vehicles as the light of the sun slowly begins to fade from the sky. Moving in the dark. It's smart. Petra had already sat back in her seat before reaching into her bag, lazily dropped next to her. She fishes her tablet out, deciding to give the information a thorough scan, unlike her cursory glance in the helicopter.

"Three days from now. Not sure what time." Yuri mutters. "I have my own contact coming into town tomorrow to assist. FSB."

"FSB? Are you sure they can be trusted with this?" She huffs, raising her brows again as she looks at the side of his face.

He makes a small sound, akin to a curt chuckle. "Trust me, he is reliable. He's bringing information on our broker and claims to hate him just as much as we do."

"Do we even have a name for our target? Laswell couldn't give me one." She blinks, wracking her brain again for any known smugglers.

He shrugs, the quiet rustling of fabric his only answer for a brief moment. "We will tomorrow."

Petra accepts his response with a nod and a muted sigh. The drive to the border would be at least another few hours, and she was sure that crossing it would end up being some elaborate scheme to avoid detection by the border patrol. In any case, she buries her nose in file after file while Nikolai chats the other Russian's ear off.

At one point during the drive, already over an hour in, the pilot was spinning some recent tale about his nebo that she halfway tunes in for. Her eyes flit up after he says something about her "kicking his ass" and, after a low snort that she denies when he points it out, her gaze drifts to the rear-view mirror. Curiosity, the instinct to check the road behind them without making a scene, some random desire to look at herself – she isn't sure what motivates her to do it, but when she meets a pair of steel blue irides in the reflection, she freezes.

Yuri, in his silence only broken by muttered "oh's," "ah's," and quiet hums whenever Nikolai badgered him enough for a response, was eyeing her in the mirror.

And, here she was, meeting his gaze and staring back just the same. They already had a moment like this once before: at Arklov Base, before the missiles hit and disrupted the meeting Laswell had stolen her away from her team for. There was some kind of energy, a spark, even, that seemed to keep drawing their attentions back to each other, even with a woman discussing a potential world war brewing or a man actively attempting to steal the show right next to them.

She would deny the faint shiver creeping down her spine, just as he would deny the subtle electricity beneath his skin forcing him to flex his hands. They break eye contact at the same time, with his moving to the road ahead as hers drops down to her screen once more.

There is one thing Petra can tell already, as she quietly raps her fingers against her thigh and attempts to distract her mind. This mission is going to be more trouble than it's worth.

Vrag moyego vraga - moi drug. (Враг моего врага - мой друг.) - The enemy of my enemy is my friend.

Mila - Slavic diminutive of Mylène

Nebo (Небо) - Sky

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vera-deville · 1 year

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What would it be like if azuls s/o was very active and in marching band/ colorguard? So either playing an instrument or spinning a flag?

Thank you for requesting!

10/17/2022 - 11/08/2022

Pairing: Azul Ashengrotto x Reader

Word Count: 646

Warnings: None that I can think of!

Gender: Gender Neutral as it was not specified in the request.

Notes: So this is a very interesting idea, and I was unsure of whether I wanted Reader to play an instrument or spin a flag, so in the end, I just ended up writing both of them.

I was thinking of whether I should write this as an imagine or a headcanon, but I ended up going with the latter. I hope it's what you wanted!

I'm really sorry for not completing this request sooner. I know that's not an excuse, and I noticed that I've been using that excuse a lot these days. However, I will try to zoom through my requests. Of course, my requests are always open (unless specified otherwise on my profile page, which probably won't happen for a long while), so if you'd like to send in a request, feel free to do so!

In which Azul Ashengrotto has a significant other who is very active and is in NRC's colorguard.

Azul Ashengrotto and Y/N were two fairly calm individuals.

Azul was known for looping students into shady contracts while Y/N was known for being active and in multiple sports teams.

Everyday, at 6:00 in the morning, Y/N would go for a jog around the field, sometimes even joining Vargas in his daily exercise.

Azul, while finding the idea of that much physical exertion nauseating, did highly respect Y/N's drive and active lifestyle.

Often times Y/N would try and loop him into going on a jog with them, but Azul being Azul would manage to not get tangled in that net.

Anything to not die of physical exertion.

Now, NRC had a marching band as well as a colorguard, and Y/N happened to be a part of the colorguard.

Y/N highly enjoyed being a part of the colorguard (as they had in their world), and would often tell Azul about the joys of it.

Azul enjoyed listening to Y/N talk about being in the colorguard, and found himself mesmerized whenever they'd practice in front of him.

Jade and Floyd have totally never made fun of him for this-

Multiple times Y/N tried to convince Azul to try some colorguard moves, and multiple times Azul refused them.

But there once came a day which happened to be Y/N's birthday, in which the only gift they wanted was a wish from Azul.

Azul prepared his mind for whatever amount of money or material possessions Y/N would ask, but after the wish had been requested, he mentally berated himself for not figuring out what they wanted sooner.

Azul had more than half a mind to refuse Y/N's wish, but he was, after all, a man of his word even if that word would be twisted to his benefit most times. But he just couldn't say no to Y/N. Not with those pleading eyes staring back at him.

So, after arranging for a date at Ramshackle, away from prying eyes, Azul allowed for Y/N to teach him some of the moves they perform in colorguard.

And by the sevens was it a hilarity.

Azul did indeed have good hand-eye coordination.

Just not when it came to activities which required quite a bit of physical exertion.

And Y/N was able to witness this first-hand.

In the beginning, they tried not to laugh at Azul's flops, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to do so.

Eventually, they just gave up on trying to spare his feelings, and guffawed at another failed attempt of what was supposed to be a very elegant leap whilst spinning the flag above the head.

Azul glared at Y/N, not appreciating their reactions to his rather amusing fails, though he did feel a little lighter than earlier.

After many fails and chaotic shenanigans (mainly from Y/N's side), Azul mastered a basic routine.

His pride swelled when he could finally complete his routine without messing up even once.

And it glowed in his eyes.

Seeing this, Y/N's heart swelled with joy.

It was one thing being able to talk about a certain joy of yours to your partner, but it was an entire thing else to be able to share that joy with your partner.

Partially joking, and partially not, Y/N inquired to Azul whether he'd be interested in joining them in the colorguard, to which they received a sharp albeit playful glare.

Sitting down with glasses of water for both of them and taking a well deserved break, Azul told Y/N that despite the insane amount of exercise he had just done with them, he actually did enjoy learning some new skills (although he was unsure of when exactly he'd come to use them).

And Y/N couldn't have been happier of how their birthday wish turned out~

#twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland headcanons #twst #twst headcanons #headcanons #twisted wonderland fluff #twst fluff #fluff #colorguard #nrc #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul x reader #reader #y/n #vera deville #the marchioness

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mavyn-mar · 10 months

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Hair tie

Mavyn always wears her hair up, except when intimate with a certain fae. She's noticed that every time her hair is down a switch seems to flip in him, now all she has to do is test this theory, and what better way than at the first-third year joint flying class?

Idea was from a post by @ventique18 on tumblr, so credit goes to them.

I'm also takin' requests because I am bored, I will also do a second smutty part if anyone wants that

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Grim had been sent off to Ace and Deuce for the night which left Mavyn alone with her beloved dragon. The back of her thighs hit the bed as their lips disconnect. Slowly taking her hair out of the ponytail, she moves back to latch onto his torso and leads him into another kiss. Pressing against him she feels something poking her stomach. Shocked as all they had done was kiss, she grabbed him in her hand and began to rub. Malleus let out low groans as they broke away removing the rest of their confinements.

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After the two were thoroughly exhausted she thought back to what happened when she let her hair down. She wondered if that had been the cause of the erection, it didn't make sense but if it was true it was definitely something she would have to experiment with. Her mind wandered to the joint class she had with him tomorrow, she smirked, perfect she thought, and drifted off to bed with her boyfriend's strong arms holding her.

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"Alright, students today we are doing flying drills! Third and first years will be paired in teams of two, The third year will demonstrate and then the first years will follow! Understood? Good, now get to work!" Yelled Coach Vargas in his normal hyped-up demeanor. Mavyn begins to stretch as her boyfriend approaches her. "Child of man, would like to be partners?" Asks the dragon, Mavyn just smiles. "Of course Mal!" Malleus nods and gets on his broom doing the exercise they were instructed to show their partner. Mavyn smiles an evil smile to herself and she looks up to watch him. Making sure his eyes were on her, she slowly lets her hair down just as she had done the night before. With his eyes locked on her and his attention drawn away from his broom he began to lose control. Mavyn giggles as she watches her boyfriend almost fall off while trying to regain control. "Prefect, is Mr. Draconia alright? I've never seen him act like that!" Mavyn laughed to herself but turns to Coach Vargas. "Oh I'm sure he's fine-" He interrupts her. "Best to not take any chances, take him to the infirmary!" Mavyn nods and turns to collect her boyfriend only to see him stalking over to her. Before she can say anything he grabs her by the arm and firefly's them away and into Ramshackle.

"What was that?" He asks clearly embarrassed. Mavyn just pulls him to her bed. "I noticed something and wanted to see if I was right. And I guess I am." He flushes and pulls away while she follows after him. "Does my hair down make you horny Malleus? Is it because you know you are the only one who gets to see me like that?" She asks forcing him backwards until his back is flush with the wall. "Well? I'm waiting." She says with a smirk. Malleus looks away embarrassed but ultimately nods his head. "There's a good boy. Why don't you show me just how it makes you feel?"

#malleus x reader #twst malleus #twisted wonderland #twst fanfic #flustered malleus #first work here

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mgnegiz · 1 year

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Risks - Simon ‘ Ghost ‘ Riley x Fem Reader Oneshot

“ Fuck “ You whispered.

"0528" Read your watch as you were halfway through your morning run. Seconds later your cell buzzes an incoming call from an unexpected person.

"Captain Price?" You answered.

Not having heard a single word from him in over 3 years since your last encounter with him at a terrorist hideout along the coast of South America.

" Widow " He answered, having a sigh of relief

that you had picked up. " I hope you're doing

well it's been quite a while since we've talked."

He paused, " I need quite the favor from you some of my men are injured and need a place to rest while we search for intel. I was hoping we could use your new base. " He emphasized the last part.

It had barely been a year since you were appointed to the position and not many had been informed about it. But Price was like a wise uncle to you, motivating you towards the bigger picture, always pushing you to the best there was no way you would say no especially after all he's done for you. He was the reason you were in charge of the base after all.

" Sure Captain, you know you can always count on me I owe you either ways. " You responded.

" You don't owe me nothing kid" He said.

" Of course i do, how long til you get here Cap? I'll have my men prepare bunks and everything."

" Bout two hours left "

" See you soon then." You hung up and began jogging back towards base informing the crew about the arrival.

You stepped into the shower and washed off quickly. You had learned to not care much about your appearance after being surrounded by men 24/7 either way their heads would fill with fantasies.

Changing into skinny jeans and a black long sleeve, you strapped your holster to your waist and thigh filling the pockets with your knives and pistol.

After lacing up your combat boots you brushed through the soft curls created from having your hair in a tight ass bun the past two days.

A knock came from your door.

" Widow, looks like your company just landed "

said Leon, he was your right hand and bestfriend in one.

" I'll be there in a sec " You shouted and walked out the door.

Swiftly walking towards the main quarters you see a familiar face along with a group of rather fine looking gentlemen, they all towered over 6' and had muscles like greek gods. A skull masked one looked your direction. Your eyes met. He scanned you and your body. His cold gaze.

You had met hundreds of good looking guys while serving but this group was different. Their eyes burned through you as you spoke up bring all the attention in the room to you.

" Welcome boys, "

" Y/N!" Price exclaimed as you walked down and ran into his hug. " It's good to see you after so long looks like you got this whole thing under control. "

"Yeah you could say that, I've grown fond of being in charge." You brought your focus back to the group of hunks staring down at you as you let go of Price.

"So is this the famous Task Force 141 I've heard much about?" You asked.

You and Leon had read thru files about them before you stepped into the shower for extra measures.

"Good things I hope, guys meet Widow our host for the meantime. " They all gave a hello.

"This is our newest member Alejandro Vargas from Mexican Special Forces." He said while pointing to a handsome dark haired man with rich golden skin.

Lord. You should taken more thought into getting ready. These men are to damn fine how'd they end up here and not in a modeling agency.

"Hola Hermosa,"

He says while reaching for your hand and placing a soft kiss on the back of your hand. A smile forming on your face at his action.

"And this is Gaz."

Your eyes shifted to a smiling figure.

"Hello, pleased to meet you."

You smiled back.

" Those two bromancing over there are Simon Riley and John MacTavish " Price said in a chuckle as the two pulled away from each other whisper laughing who knows what.

" Just call me Soap " Said the one with the strong Scottish accent and manhawk. (a grown man mohawk lol)

You could tell by just his haircut he was going to be the jokester of the group.

" This is Ghost. "

He said as you met eyes once again with the tall, bulky, masked figure being able to see him even better up close. He wore all black defining his figure even more and the tactical gear he had on bulked him up. He definitely could hold you as if you weighed nothing.

You noticed his large gloved hands one on his vest and the other gripping his rifle, the skeleton print made had made his fingers look long and slim. Your fantasies could only imagine if he knew how to work them.

His mask covered his whole face only leaving dark piercing eyes surrounded by black painted skin. The sweat from a fight of the previous night had made it patchy in some areas but the dark still captivated you. It was like a staring contest, locking eyes with him as you reached his eyes falling into a lust.

Snapping out of it. You nodded and darted back to Captain Price.

Although you had joked around with the guys you never felt or had interest in mixing work with your personal love life. In honesty you never even paid attention to your love life after joining, work was to serious to have those thoughts. But this one guy made your mind swift into a land of forbidden thoughts ready to risk it all in that exact moment.

" Quite the group you have here Price" You said, hoping nobody had noticed the quick spell Ghost had caught you under.

" Well I hope you grow fond of them, I want you to join us and guide us through the area. I know your familiar with it and we really need all the help we can get. Put those spidey-senses to work."

He quoted to your nickname. Widow.

It was given to you by him after he learned that you used senses to work through the field, clearing out houses and detecting movements from foreign bodies.

Just what you were waiting for.

"Gladly to Cap. After all I am your host, I'll be as useful as I can. "

" Great to hear. " He said after flashing you a big smile.

You turned to Leon asking him to show them to the bunks and common area.

"If you guys need anything Leon will be there to help, bathrooms are to the left of the bunks and the dining hall and med room are to the right and outside of the buildings. I'll be upstairs in my office if you guys need me. "

5/6 Hours Later

Some time had passed.

You were still stuck drawing routes on the maps Price had handed you trying to mark the best spots were snipers could sit while ground team moved in. You had been familiar with the area but there wasn't enough roofs to cover the possible hideout.

Turning over you looked up from the map and towards the doorway. There he was, Ghost.

You jump slightly not knowing how long he had been standing there.

" So is that why they call you Ghost. " You chuckled as he walked in slowly.

" You could say thats one reason. " He responded back quite cocky.

His accent was thick and raspy. You weren't much for an accent let alone a British one but the way the words rolled off his tongue made you retract the statement.

He walked up to you and slowly pushed you back trapping you between the desk and him.

You were shocked at his actions but followed his movements not knowing what would happen next hopefully whatever it was, it was gonna be good.

Being face to face with his chest you looked up at him. God he had to be at least a foot taller than you. Towering over you like a giant. And his smell was a manly musk, mixing with gun powder, blood, and possibly rain.

A masochistic vibe ran off him as he looked you down most definitely enjoying the sight of you under him ready to collapse and give him full domination.

His hand ran over your waist and up your side as he brings up two rolled up papers to your face.

More maps. Great.

" Price asked me to give you these, they are new routes. " He says in a serious tone as a smirk was forming under his mask.

He placed the maps on your desk and walked away.

You stood dumbfounded at the encounter you just had.

He knew what he did by pushing you up to the desk and holding you close. He was just starting his teasing game.

Your ego ran back up and suddenly you were thinking of a way to get back at him. Asking Leon and others to bring in the crates of beer and liquor and prepare a large dinner.

As dinner started, you had only seen Ghost once while him and Soap were being serve food and after that anytime you searched for him he was unable to be located.

Only sharing a couple drinks with the group, you said your goodnights and goodbyes before they became to drunk to even sit up.

A slight wave of disappointment hit you as you walking into your room wishing you had seen him so you to could talk to him. Even if it was brief. He sparked something in you.

After washing your face you changed into leggings and tank top . You sat on your bed pondering if he had the same interest in you as you did in him.

Your thoughts quickly shifted into dirty thoughts as you remembered how close he stood over you, you could feel him so well as his big body pressed against yours. His hand brushed your skin in such way that had you lingering for more.

A loud knock interrupts your thoughts.

Who the hell. Seriously.

Walking over you ask who's there while opening it.

A tall dark figure stands in the doorway.

"It's Simon"

His mask changed and he's not wearing his full gear. Still in all black, he had a hoodie under his leather jacket and blue jeans. You could see more of his face with this mask.

His eyes looked extra luring.

" Everyone passed out and went to sleep."

You knew he was lying by the neediness in his voice and the vibration of the music that was still playing despite being on for a couple hours now.

" What if I was asleep as well. "

" Your lights are still on and you wouldn't have opened the door for me." He remarks.

Cheeky bastard, he's too good at this.

" Well what do you need." You asked.

He doesn't respond and starts pushing his way in your room, once again your body only reacts by following his movements. He closes the door and adds a lock to it while his free hand shakes around your waist pulling you closer. You shudder at his touch, despite all the nasty things you hear about him his hands are warm and caress your skin as if it was silk.

He flips you in a second, your back now pressed against the door. He has you trapped again.

" I need you. " He responds.

He's close enough for you to get a faint whiff of alcohol on his breath.

" Ever since I saw you, since our eyes met, I haven't stopped thinking about you. I saw you looking for me during dinner, I had to leave unable to fight the urge to grab you and kiss you in front of everyone claiming you as mine. "

You looked up at him and his eyes meet yours.

" The stone cold hearted killer Ghost is confessing his love to me? Wow I didn't know I had it in me like that."

You respond back quite shocked at how quickly he fell for you when you were the one searching for him at the bar.

Risky. Mistake.

" Quite the opposite, sweetheart." He says as his hand pushed your lower back closer to him making you feel his hard bulge.

" See I had noticed you first, your clothes hugged your body so tight showing your beautiful figure and your hair shaped your pretty little face so well my mind began imagining what you would look like under me naked begging me to use you for my pleasure in any and every way I want."

His words began a pool in your pants. Thank the lord you choose to not wear an underwear to bed.

" So use me. " You said as your body released in his hands giving him full conformation you wanted him as much as he wanted you.

He began lowering himself to his knees while his hands tugged at the band of your leggings urging them off your legs. Once he noticed you didn't have underwear on he smirked.

" No underwear. Were you waiting for me?"

A slight laugh escaped your mouth. Truth was you had been thinking about him before he had knocked.

Pulling your legs apart and taking in the view of your dripping wet arousel he had barely touched you and you were already so wet for him.

Placing soft kisses and nibbles at your thighs he ran his hand against your clit. A soft whimper came out your mouth and you felt him smile against your skin. He was so pleased with how you unraveled at his touch he couldn't wait to see how you would react next. His gloved finger trailed at your entrance slightly covering itself in your juices before pushing in.

You gasp throwing your head back. He starts pumping it back and forth before adding another digit.

You moan " fuuuckk " as he increases his speed and begins curling his fingers inside you. His mouth moves to your clit, you noticed his mask was brought above his nose just enough to let his mouth go to work.

What a fucking turn on.

You clenched around his fingers finding yourself building up an orgasm. He notices and picks up your right leg up hooking it on to his shoulder this gave him more access to your heat moving deep he curls his fingers and touches your g-spot.

" Let me hear you baby. Don't be shy. " He says as he looks up at you biting your lip holding back moans.

You lock eyes with him as you let go and began crying out.

" Fuuckk Simon. I'm cl-close. I'm gonna cum- Ahh."

Ecstasy hit your body as you exploded over his hand soaking the glove. He pulled his hand and stood up removing the glove, tasting the juices that had remained on his fingers before popping two fingers back in and coating his fingers once more before bringing them to your mouth.

" You taste amazing. " He said as he pushed his fingers in. You sucked his fingers clean before grabbing his hand and leading him to your bed pushing him down to sit on the edge.

After removing your tank top you start talking off his clothes slowly leaving his pants for last. He grew impatient bucking his hips forward anytime your hands laid above his aching bulge.

" Fuck don't do me like this baby."

As much as you hated his teasing, seeing him act this way against your touch made you want to edge and tease him even more, you wanted to hear him whimper and beg for your touch.

If he needed you as much as he claimed he did you wanted to see it.

You pushed his boxers down and out sprung his dick, it was for sure the biggest you've ever seen length and width. How was he gonna fit? Was he gonna fit?

Your hand wrapped around the tip thumb spreading the leaking pre-cum before you raised up and brought it to your mouth sucking the tip before running your tongue down the base and widening your mouth you flatting your tongue as you prepare to take him all in.

" Just like that princess, keep going " He groaned.

" Keep going. Keep-ah "

It was like music to your ears.

Hearing his soft pants and light groans as you brought him closer to release. His hand grabbed locs of your hair pushing your head down even more as he rose his hips up.

He was close.

Your hands wrapped around his now throbbing member pumping him closer to release. You opened you mouth up and felt hot beads of cum land on your tongue and face before dripping down to your chest.

His eyes on you as you wiped your finger across your face and brought them to your mouth licking them clean and then swallowing.

" Such a beautiful picture I painted on you "

" Mhhhh. " You hummed as you locked eyes with him. The lust had taken him over completely the only thing on his mind was fucking that tight wet pussy of yours.

Lifting you onto his lap, he moved the mask up to his nose again leaving only his lips exposed. The full blush pink lips attacked your mouth giving you the most passionate, hot, and sweaty kiss ever.

Both of your panting was the only thing audible in the room as you parted from the kiss feeling his hard cock against your thigh. His hands rose to your hips and moved to your ass grabbing handfuls of it before moving on your back to lay you down on the bed. His lips brought kiss all over your body making you giggle at the feeling. You heard him rumbling as he was taking his pants off. He stop for a sec and asks

"Do you want the mask off?"

Rising yourself to your elbows you looked up at him it was still above his lips.

" No keep it on, whenever you wanna take it off you can. "

Motioning him closer, you pulled the mask down and left a kiss thru the mask. Even if the thought of how he fully looked under the mask lurked in your mind you liked him with it on, he was hot and it made him hotter.

He flipped you to your stomach and pulled your knees to the edge of the bed burying your face in the mattress and lifting your ass to stick it out in the air.

He lowered himself eye level to your pussy he watched as you dripped down your thighs.

You were so wet your cunt was glistening in the light.

" Fucking Hell Y/N, " He said so close to you he was breathing on you.

" You're so fucking wet it's pathetic. "

" I barely speak a word and you're already clenching against nothing. " His fingers slipped in.

You shrieked. They were cold feeling so nice inside your beating heat as he moved them back and forth.

" Mmh yeah Lieutenant." You responded back and turned to look in the mirror in front of your bed having a clear view to the submissive state he had you in.

He stood up and raised a hand smacking it down on your ass leaving a hand print for sure.

The other snuck up your neck and brought you close to his chest feeling his skin against yours, pressing your bodies together. His hand slipped to your nipples rolling them between his fingers before pulling on them.

He whispered to your ear in, his cocky accent mix with his low raspy voice had you melting again.

"Looks like someone did their research. You must really want me."

You threw your head back as his tip was brushing back and forth between your folds making its way from your entrance to your clit.

Driving you insane you rolled your hips back wanting more than what he was giving.

" Dirty little slut." He said pushing you back down into the mattress and lifting your ass.

Pushing into your entrance with the ease of your wetness you both moaned out in pleasure.

The deeper he went the more you buried your face into the sheets muffling your moans more and more.

" I can't hear you. "

He said as he slammed his whole dick inside you.

" You're so fucking big. " You exclaimed.

Turning your face back to the mirror.

Crying out curse words and slurs of jumbled nonsense.

You watch as his large hands gripped the skin that laid on your hips keeping them steady as he rocked into you.

One slowly crept down to your clit, rubbing circles on to your nerve adding extra pleasure.

The feeling of another orgasm waved through your body. You clench around his dick making him throw his head back in a bliss.

" Fuck Y/N. "

Moving his free hand to hold you by the shoulder. He increases his speed and your body jolts at the pleasure moving your hips to his wanting to take him deeper than he already was.

The sounds of skin slapping and your moans filled Simon's ear like a spell. He loved the way you spoked but loved the way you screamed his name out while he drilled into you even more. He couldn't get enough of you, wanting more of you as he grew towards his orgasm.

You cries broke him out of his head as you grew closer to your orgasm.

" I'm so close. " You shrieked and gripped the sheets even tighter feeling your legs start to shake as overstimulation takes over your body.

In a flash you were on your back arching at the feeling of his dick filling you up again and his thumb on your clit. Thinking back to your fantasy, he most definitely knew how to use his hands.

" Oh fuck I'm cumming Simon." You mange to speak out as your orgasm spills out sending oxycontin through your body.

" Yeah that's it cum all over my dick." Simon says making you clench once more.

He trust a couple more times before pulling out and releasing onto your stomach.

" Fuccck "

He pulls back and stares at your limp body observing how beautiful you look after taking in all of him.

Making his way towards your bathroom he turns on the shower letting the water heat up as he lifts you gently and placed you on the cold counter top standing in between your legs.

He pulls the mask off.

Seeing his full face you admire all his features, full lips attached to a strong jawline with a slight 5'o clock shadow, his nose on the larger side, and his eyes. God those eyes. Capturing you once again.

You hook your arm around his neck pulling him into a kiss and run your hands thru his light golden locks as he bites your lip. Everything he did to you brought excitement to you. Feeling so close and open to him you gave in.

He lifted you off the counter and placed you in the shower, letting the water hit your body and warm you up.

He watched as the water rolled off your body, how you moved at the comfort of the warmth. Passion grew over him and he pushed you into the wall once more hooking your legs around his waist.

He leaned in " You're so perfect. Belong to me and only me. "

His eyes connect with yours trying to read your face as you work up an answer.

Your hands grab his face and pull him ever closer,

" I'm all yours. "

You never had a guy ask you such question but after he captivated you with just a look, you were sure you belonged completely to him.

A kiss sealed the night.

#simon ghost riley #simon riley #ghost x reader #call of duty #modern warfare #fanfic #ghost smut #oneshot

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calliopecalling · 2 years

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QOTS Rewatch - Season 5 Retrospective

Man, I've been dragging my feet on working on this. I've spent almost a full year on this rewatch (it really took on a life of its own; I didn't go into it planning to write involved metas or reblog a week's worth of gifsets for every episode but I am just THAT over the top) and I don't even know what I'm going to do with myself now that it's over. Watch something else?!?!?! Like what!?!?!?! Seriously though.

Anyway, where were we? Season 5. It's an interesting season to reflect back on. Sometimes it feels like my second-favorite season after season 2, and other times it feels like my second-least-favorite season after season 4. It ends up being really difficult to place. Its primary problem really in my opinion is that it's rushed, and there's so much plot to get through that the writers and editors had to leave us with sometimes frustratingly short character-driven scenes and force us to fill in the gap. But it does feel more Teresa-driven than season 1 does and, Kote notwithstanding, the non-Teresa-centered scenes still somehow feel a little more relevant or engaging than some of the Vargas stuff in seasons 1 and 3 both. (Epifanio and Batman's story took up a superfluous amount of screen time in season 1, I realized on rewatch, and season 3 has soooo much Cortez and Isabela and Loya and stuff that is way more painful to watch than Kelly Anne getting an ultrasound, even if Pote's sexist quips do make me roll my eyes.) So I don't know. I guess you'll have to give me a few more weeks to think about it. But season 5 as a whole entity in my opinion stands up pretty well on rewatch. It's the Jeresa content in season 5 that doesn't hold up as well as season 2 or 3's Jeresa. (Again, largely because of how rushed it is.)

But as always, I'll do my ranking and things:

My Top 3 Episodes

My Top 5 Scenes

Season 5 Episodes Ranked

Teresa’s Journey

Jeresa, DUH

Top 3 Season 5 Episodes

3: 5x05, Mas Dinero Mas Problemas

It actually was hard to choose the third place episode. There are several other contenders for this spot. But this episode as a whole is really fun to me. It's Teresa-centric. It features Oksana (yay female characters). It's set in Berlin. It features awesome Jeresa teamwork. It throws back to earlier show canon (Rocco de la Pena! Oleg!) and Teresa even gets to break an asshole's nose. James's all-black suit is to die for, as is Teresa's high pony, and best of all? The non-Teresa-focused material is focused on George and Boaz in Miami which, while definitely feeling sinister, gives both of them great material to work with. George buying Teresa that boat? Lol. This is an episode that I gladly watch in full without wanting to fast-forward through anything (a rarity for me among episodes after season 2) and it's a queenpin-esque version of Teresa that isn't as painful as the previous two episodes. All great stuff.

2: 5x09, A Prueba de Balas

Listen, I am not going to pretend that this is here for any other reason than the love confessions and long-awaited Jeresa hook-up, though I love every single Jeresa moment in the episode, I love that it's down to the two of them against the world (just like it was in the beginning before Teresa even knew that it was the two of them against the world), and I love that she takes out Kostya like the badass she is. We won't talk about the raccoons and peewee soccer.

1: 5x02, Me Llevo Manhattan

OBVIOUSLY. I mean: this episode might be my favorite episode of the entire series. It's perfect, classic, angsty, electric Jeresa; they actually talk to each other about stuff other than business (several times); they call back in their dialogue to earlier seasons. They KISS and it's magnetic. They dance around whatever the fuck it is that's happening between them. And they both just stumble around incoherently attracted to each other but refusing to talk about it because they are imbeciles. On top of all that, there's James back to his going-all-out-to-protect-Teresa habits and Teresa back to her taking-crazy-risks-but-earning-mad-respect bs. Teresa's whole "you work for me now; when I call, you answer on the second ring" speech to Lafayette is literal fire and even the non-Jeresa scenes in this episode are good: Kelly Anne with Judge Lafayette's business partner; Boaz with the Judge; the pregnancy reveal. My favorite scene of the episode, though, the one that makes me levitate, is the balcony scene between James and Teresa in Manhattan. Wtffffff that scene was like, designed to personally destroy me. But more about that later.

Top 5 Season 5 Scenes

This was so hard for me. The truth is that there are two types of scenes, Jeresa scenes and non-Jeresa scenes, and they belong on parallel ladders to me. The Teresa who shows up with James and the Teresa who shows up otherwise is so different (I mean: compare literally any of the 5x02 Jeresa scenes to, say, how Teresa interacts with Oksana and Oscar and the Judge in that same episode). And I love both kinds of scenes for her. The way she almost coyly greets those real estate developers in 5x06, knowing full well she's going to slaughter them? *shivers* sooooo good. But when push comes to shove, it's the Jeresa scenes that all slide to the top, because it's the version of herself she gives him that is the one we're ultimately rooting for. So without further ado:

#5:

The scene: Episode 5x02, bedroom conversation

What I love about it: Soooo muuuuuch subtext here. After Teresa in the previous episode gave James literally nothing to work with, now that she's wrapped her mind around him being back she is completely unable to keep up the act. Watching both of them dancing around what they're actually trying to talk about is so delightful, and the icing on the cake is Chicho walking in right in the middle of a particularly intimate gesture.

#4:

The scene: Episode 5x09, the balcony kiss

What I love about it: Do I really need to explain myself? I love this kiss so much because it's written all over Teresa's face what combination of fear, desire, and love is driving her. It's no longer impulsive as it was in 5x02 or tenuous as it was in 3x09 or generous as it was in 3x05, it's for her, it's because she wants him and she's terrified of dying without him knowing it. And then he returns it so wholly and confidently and damn. To me it's the moment they catch up to each other and finally land on the same page. The I love yous that follow were made possible by this kiss.

#3:

The scene: Episode 5x07, the waterfront launch party heart-eyes

What I love about it: Again, so much subtext here. The intense intimacy of a moment in which relatively little gets said (and all of it completely innocuous). The verbal callback to the season 3 finale made the fandom's collective hearts jump to our throats as we wondered, with Teresa, if he was about to say he was leaving. Teresa's clear display of vulnerability in this single 90 second scene made up for the four previous episodes of distance between them. But really.... it's all in the subtext here.

#2:

The scene: Episode 5x10, the final Queenpin scene

What I love about it: It's the perfect Queenpin send-off. It's perfectly appropriate that she shows up one last time and the way it's done here is so beautiful. She looks so serene and her nod of approval closes the circle with episodes 2x06 and 3x10 where Queenpin seemed to be nudging Teresa towards James. And THEN, as Queenpin departs, James steps in. 'You ok?' Could it be any clearer? She doesn't need Queenpin to be her guardian angel anymore. She has James. God, I must be in a mood today because I'm literally choking up as I write this 😭 Excuse me while I go rewatch this scene 28 more times.

#1:

The scene: Episode 5x02, the balcony scene

What I love about it: Was there ever any doubt this was going to be my number one scene of this season? No, there was not. It is the perfect combination of classic Jeresa--James pining, Teresa being cool and unruffled, an almost visible electric current of tension between them, and oh my god the subtexttttttt. Yes, I'm predictable. I don't even think I have enough words to convey exactly how much this scene breaks me apart and I definitely don't have the words to confess how often I rewatch it. Literally I AM JAMES when she says "you and me can't happen" and I feel my entire body turn to jelly, and then when she says "maybe in some other life" I'm like EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE GO GET IT JAMES. This scene to me is their crowning achievement as actors playing this couple of idiots. That chemistry is crazy.

Season 5 Episodes Ranked

5x02

5x09

5x05

5x06

5x08

5x07

5x01

5x03

5x04

5x10

Yes, the finale is my least-favorite episode of the season. There's just nowhere near enough Teresa, or James. Waaaaay too much Pote, and Pote is just not an interesting character. Plus it's so dominated by men. I just could not care about the fight between him and Boaz. It all felt like male viewership fan service. Ew. So, looking at episodes in their entirety, it falls at the bottom. Really though I think this speaks to honestly how strong the season is overall, when it comes down to it. I loved it on rewatch and looking back at this list I even feel sad about having 5x03 and 5x04 so low! I've grown to like even those, despite how painful some of the scenes are.

Teresa's Journey

So, this is the season that obviously brings her as close to Queenpin as she'll ever come, the season in which she faces the ultimate choice: fully abandon herself in a quest to become untouchable in her power, or fully abandon that quest in order to save her soul. Both of these are different sides of the "survival" coin. And both involve incredible risk. Having taken out Kostya, she came as close as really was possible to that untouchable power that the Queenpin visions throughout the series evoked. She would have been protected by the American CIA and would have run the largest and most powerful drug empire in the world. Of course when you're at the top, someone is always ready to take you out, so the risk of staying--despite the promise of safety and protection--was huge.

On the other hand, disappearing. So much risk there, too. So simple in concept: shed your identity, go somewhere remote, and start over from scratch. But when you're in the cartel world that deep, obviously it's not just possible to get out. Your continued existence is too threatening to everyone who stays in; you know way too much. And SO much could go wrong in the process of trying to escape.

So both of these choices offered the promise of safety and both came with a heaping side of risk. But the Teresa we were introduced to in season 1 would've had absolutely no difficulty picking between them, right? So in retrospect, her full character journey was to slowly and gradually become someone who would believably struggle with that choice, someone we would believably worry might make the "wrong" choice.

And I think they really did pull that off. Already by season 2, it's less clear that she would choose to disappear rather than become all-powerful. She'd already lost everyone she'd loved by then and felt herself to be alone, and I think loneliness was one of the biggest drivers for her in seeking power over feeding her soul. It was always loss and trauma that pushed her further into the business and, even though season 5 didn't super explicitly link her rapid power grabs to Tony's death the previous season, it was clearly the darkness of that loss (maybe combined with the unsettling reappearance of James) that pushed her over the edge.

So was it believable that, in the end, she chose her soul? Yeah. They made us worry about her for the first half of season 5, pushing away everyone she cared about and seeming like a hollow shell of herself. But by episode 5x08 her vulnerability is palpable again. Like George's loss, combined with pregnant Kelly Anne's kidnapping, and faced with the possibility of dying herself, and losing James in the process, that she gets her wakeup call. So to me, her final decision feels very earned. I just wish they hadn't wasted a full episode trying to convince us she wasn't going to make it 😂

Jeresa

And all inextricably tied up with Teresa's character turnaround in season 5 is her relationship with James. This is another thing the season didn't make super explicit, at least in the written dialogue, but on rewatch it feels exceptionally clear that his presence allowed her to make what no doubt seemed like an impossible decision to turn the train around that was fast hurtling towards a cliff. He:

showed up mortally wounded trying to save her life

stuck by her side even when she made a disappointing decision that showed how much she'd changed

tolerated her snapping at him and pushing him away because he wasn't going to just give up on her after the huge way she'd busted into HIS life and changed HIM from the inside out

gently challenged her, wherever possible, despite having had it made clear to him that doing that was risky

backed her up 100% and went the extra mile to show his loyalty (beating up Navarro's connect), care (delivering an entire army of ex-Mossad for her security), and competence (stealing the painting)

And then, when she'd sent Pote and Kelly Anne packing and it was just the two of them again (the symmetry to the beginning of the series is so lovely there), his steadiness in the face of her emotional undoing is such a visible factor of her turning everything around. Yes, she's scared for Kelly Anne and her baby. Yes, she's upset about George. But in 5x09 after she's sent Kote away and it's too late to save George, those aren't her motivators anymore. James is. You can see it in her eyes on the balcony that it's not her own death that she fears but the possibility of dying without having loved.

Teresa is a lover. We knew that from the very beginning. She essentially told us that in her own voice over in the pilot. Her drug of choice was Guero. Comparing Guero to a drug is so apt (and foreshadows all the events of the first three seasons and how Guero's actions underlie so much of what she had to go through) so that her fear of love also becomes understandable. She was so slow to fully trust James because of the betrayal she'd experienced before; she was slow to open herself up to him as a lover because the risk of that vulnerability was too devastating. But when she stares down death and realizes she's held real love at arm's-length, its pull and its promise is way too great to turn away from.

I think the writers and show runners of this season struggled with this because the love story they'd created was so powerful and yet they knew (and I agree) that this show wasn't intended to be a love story. The book that it's based on is not a love story. It's the story of a woman and her incredible journey from life on the streets of Culiacán to becoming a powerful druglord and then her final escape from that life. But Jeresa is so powerful that even without explicit efforts on the part of the writers this season it's clear that it's a story in which love wins. She gets out, because of love. She makes the choice to disappear, because of love. Yes, platonic and familial love play into it, too; and stacking up the losses of those she's loved over the years and the risks to those who remain are explicitly part of the story. But by 5x09 the only ones who remain are her and James. She's lost or sent away everyone else.

I guess I forgive the writers for leaving much of their relationship this season to the imagination. I would've loved more conversations between the two of them that were 5x02 or 3x08 caliber, but I think the writers were trying to strike a balance between the people who clearly watched the show for Jeresa and the people who clearly cared less. Do I think they should've just written the show the seasons 2-3 writers set up? Yes. Do I blame them for trying to please a broader base? No. I don't, because I think it's ultimately so obvious anyway that James helped Teresa out of the cave in the same way she did originally that it still ties together beautifully in the end.

So. Now what?

As I said yesterday, I have saved many hundreds of gifsets in my queue still to reblog that I didn't reblog as part of the "official" rewatch. And I'm sure I'll continue to find more, and will reblog any others that get created. I'm also a huuuuuge Alice fan (in case that's not abundantly obvious by now) and will stick around to reblog whatever Alice content I consumer and maybe even Peter content from time to time. I'll post a full series retrospective eventually, but I doubt it will be quite as comprehensive as these season metas because I think I've kind of covered a lot of the analytical ground by now!! But I still want to do my rankings and all that. All that to say: I'll be around. And I hope to continue to see some of you around too 🥰 Thanks for sticking with me.

#qots s5 #2021 rewatch #txt post #qots meta #season 5 retrospective #episode rankings #farewell beloved characters I shall miss thinking THIS level of profoundly about you every day #but I'm looking forward to becoming *slightly* more chill in my level of consumption of this show lol #I'll start my post-rewatch queue tomorrow #can't wait to see what the shuffle reveals lol

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twstinginthewind · 2 years

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A little gift...

Joker made her way up the stairs to the third floor of her dormitory, a little bag in her hands. Her eyes skimmed over the line of doors, and lit up when she spotted her target. There. She took a deep breath, stepped just in front of the door marked with a little green three-leafed clover and knocked.

"Just a moment!" Trey's voice rang out from behind the door, and Joker held the bag so tightly it crinkled in her grip. She swallowed hard, trying to relax, then ran a hand over her hair, hoping to tame any unruly curls. The door swung open, and Trey stood in the doorway, smiling gently. "Joker! This is unexpected. I would have dressed better if I had been expecting company. I was a little preoccupied with packing."

Joker looked him over; he was in dark brown slippers, plaid pajama pants, and a snug tee shirt advertising his family's bakery. "You look fine, Vice Housewarden. No worries. This should only take a minute." She felt her cheeks warming up, betraying her nerves. "I have something for you."

"Do you, huh?" He moved away from the doorway, and swept his arm towards his room. "Why don't you come in, then? I'm just organizing the last few things here."

She looked quickly up and down the hallway, then stepped inside. She always felt a little overwhelmed by the aura of maturity she felt in his room; it was nothing like the happy clutter of her buddy Cater's personal space, or the sloppy girlishness of the room she shared with her roommate. She stood by his desk as he peeked outside, looked left and right, and then closed the door behind them.

"You can sit at the desk, if you'd like," Trey said, moving aside a small stack of neatly-folded clothing to sit on the edge of the bed. "If there's anything on the chair, hand it off to me. I probably put it there while I was getting everything else together."

Joker pulled the chair out, and handed Trey the stack of papers he had left on there. "Camp Vargas itinerary, it looks like. What time do you leave tomorrow?" she asked as she sat, still holding the bag to her chest.

"Seven in the morning. I've already prepped overnight oats for breakfast tomorrow, by the way." He sighed. "The dorm'll be on its own for the rest of the week, though. Don't let anyone use the good cast iron, though, if you can."

She giggled. "I can hide it under my bed until you get back."

"I'd have to collect it from you when I need it."

"Oh nooooo, anything but thaaaat." Joker grinned at him. "You're still so worried about everyone. You should just relax and enjoy yourself for this trip!"

"I wish I could. But it's still a school event, so I'm still in Vice Housewarden mode for it."

"Trey, one of these days I'll actually see you let loose, and I don't know if I'll be able to handle it."

Trey raised an eyebrow. "I'll be sure to catch you if you faint, Jo."

She fanned herself, half-jokingly. "Promises, promises. Anyway. I don't want to hold you up too long." She held out the slightly crushed paper bag towards him. "I made you something for the trip."

"You did?" He took the bag with a softly fascinated look on his face. "That wasn't necessary... very kind of you, though! May I open it now?"

Joker nodded, clasping her hands together in her lap. "Yeah. I wanna see if you like it."

"I'm sure I will," Trey said as he opened the bag, then removed a small, soft bundle wrapped in tissue paper. "Hm? What's this?"

As he removed the paper, Joker hunched slightly and twiddled with her fingers, breaking at least two house rules. "I know it gets cold up on the mountain, and I wanted to make sure that you kept warm..."

The tissue paper drifted to the floor. In his hands, Trey held a soft, deep charcoal gray, knit cap. There was a little red patch sewn onto the brim, which he ran his thumb across, smiling faintly. "Let's paint the roses red... You really made this for me?"

"You know I started the knitting club on campus, right? I've been making these for years, but..." She shifted a little in the chair, unable to meet his eyes. "... I only ever give stuff I make to folks who are really special to me." She shook her head, and started talking faster. "Anyway it's wool so it'll keep you warm and be water resistant, but don't wash it with your regular laundry or it won't even be fit to be a tea cozy. Cold water and a little soap. Soak it. I... that's all. I won't hold you up anymore." She stood up, and nodded to him. "I'll just—"

Trey stepped over towards her, and caught her by the wrist. "Wait." He stepped in front of her, and made sure that he was in her line of vision. "I have to make sure it fits, don't I?"

Joker, cheeks burning, nodded. Trey smiled at her, and slowly pulled the hat on over his rumpled, deep green hair.

"Does it suit me?"

Joker finally met his eyes, twinkling behind his glasses. "It does. You look good..."

"Then I'll wear it proudly, all through the trip," he said simply, tugging it down a little further. "It's a good fit. You know, there's something special about a hand-knit gift. They say there's love in every stitch." He took another step towards her, close enough to feel the warmth of her blushing.

"Trey..." Joker couldn't catch her breath. She shook her head. Why did he have to say 'love" out loud like that? He was gonna give her a coronary. "... just come back safe, okay?"

"It's only camp," he murmured, taking her hand. "I'll be sure to check in. Thank you for this."

She ran a thumb across his knuckles. "You're welcome. I... I should go before anyone knows I was here."

"I'll check the hallway." Trey squeezed her hand before letting go, and stepped over to the door. He opened it slowly, and then waved her over to him. "All good."

She quickly walked over to the doorway, and paused by his side. "I'll miss you."

"I will, too. Now go and protect my good cast iron pan, would you?"

"My pleasure," she chuckled nervously, then stepped back out into the hallway.

"Oh, and Joker?"

She turned to look over her shoulder. Trey still stood in the doorway, smiling at her. "Hm?"

"... never mind," he said, but his hands said another story. He touched the center of his chest with one hand, crossed both hands across his chest, then pointed to her.

She smiled and signaled back; holding out her thumb and pinky, she waved her hand between them both. "Good night, safe travels."

#i had to do something about his camp hat #joker would absolutely knit for him #and besides trey looks so cute in that knit cap; you know it's filled with love #twisted wonderland #trey clover #twisted wonderland oc #joker carder #story #joker 🧡 trey #just a little gift for myself #consideration

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zackcrazyvalentine · 3 years

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I've been thinking about different types of love languages, and I can't help but imagine the twst cast with people who have different types of love languages/ways of showing that they really care about someone.

Like, my love language is food, and I like to give food to people who I care about, like close friends. On top of that, the first character I really got attached to (like, during the countdown art and everything) was Ruggie, and at times I wonder how happy he'd be with a friend or partner who shows affection in that way.

Malleus would probably adore someone who shows their love for him through spending time with him (like, I've seen someone online talking about how their coworker ran to meet them on time at a cafe because they didn't want to make them wait/spend less time with them if they had walked)

Idk, I just feel like it's sweet how there are different ways that people show affection. The twst cast also probably have their own live languages too (you cannot convince me that Trey doesn't give food to people he cares about as a casual gesture)

I'm not sure if this is too coherent but I just figured it's be nice to share

I know of five love languages: Acts of service, Quality time, Words of affirmation, Physical touch, and Gifts Cooking and food could be under the acts of service and gift categories, respectively

It's very interesting to know your love languages and which you like to receive!

Now, Twst boys and love languages... I'll do a little list of who I pin with what

[This ended being longer than expected]

Heartslabyul

Riddle - Quality time (giving), words of affirmation (receiving) Nice comments reassuring him that he's a good person and a wonderful friend, a capable dorm leader are much more needed Riddle will give you his undivided attention in return!

Ace - Physical touch (giving), acts of service & gifts (receiving) Ace gives the vibe of being touchy-feely... and also a bit lazy, thus the acts of service aspect. We see in the Prologue/Chapter 1 that he bargains with MC to have his lunch paid by them in return of helping them catch Grim, thus my reason to say he may also like receiving gifts

Deuce - Acts of service (giving), words of affirmation (receiving) Spade is a good boy that helps his mama ❤ I'm sure he will offer to run your errands, like how he's done with Trey! TELL HIM HE'S DOING GREAT!!! QUELL HIS DOUBTS OF BEING A GOOD STUDENT!!!

Trey - Gifts (giving), quality time (receiving) Food gifts, pastries and cakes, confections of all kinds He likes it when you help him bake! And sometimes needs someone to lend an ear to listen to him and his troubles

Cater - quality time (giving), ALL words of affirmation + gifts + quality time (receiving) ANYTHING that makes for a permanent memory tbh. Let's remember he used to move around a lot due to his dad's job, he ACHES for meaningful relationships and memories to keep We can all feel it in our souls that this boy needs a hug... oh, Cater... you need to be shown all love languages ; - ;

Savanaclaw

Leona - gifts (giving), quality time & acts of service (receiving) iirc he passed down clothes and books to Ruggie, and also allowed him to buy the clothes for Vargas Camp with not much fuzz (prince is always fuzzy tho, what we saw was normal Leona) His quality time is nap time together and sharing a game of chess

Ruggie - acts of service (giving), gifts & acts of service (receiving) I'm sure this boy would like it if you help him with chores, so those acts of service can also count as quality time together Gifts of food are definitely one of his favorites!

Jack - quality time (giving & receiving) Honestly, jack is hard for me to picture in this aspects

Octavinelle

Azul - gifts (giving), words of affirmation (receiving) We saw him be surprised at MC's comments remarking his intelligence back at the end of Chapter 3, octoboy NEEDS compliments

Floyd - physical touch (giving and receiving) The tween seems to me like someone that enjoys all sorts of physical touch. Still debating if he would like the occasional gift of eel/sea life merch and high-end clothing brands

Jade - acts of service (giving), acts of service and quality time (receiving) Jade appears as the butler type, and being vice dorm leader, Azul's employee of sorts, and one of the Lounge's reliable hosts, he would first and foremost offer acts of service to show he cares. Again, being all that he is, he needs time to relax. Offer back help with his chores and he'll be quite happy. Along with his twin, Jade would like the random gift of snacks, and some quality time to build terrariums together

Scarabia

Kalim - gifts & physical touch (giving), physical touch (receiving) I do think Kalim much more prefers showing his appreciation with hugs, pats on back, shaking you by the shoulders, than throwing gifts at you... but he still likes to give some nice accessories and tapestries if they remind him of you Otter loooves it when his hugs and touches are reciprocated and returned!!

Jamil - quality time (giving), words of affirmation & quality time (receiving) I was tempted to put he would resort to acts of service, like Jade does, but that doesn't sound like Jamil post-overblot to me. I think he would rather spend time together and getting to know each other, or chilling in comfortable silence! Viper would like to be acknowledged for who he is, for his abilities and resourceful intellect. Please give him nice comments about himself and the talents he hones! Lend him your time and attentive hearing when hanging out together, too!

Pomefiore

Vil - quality time (giving and receiving) I was tempted to add gifts for his receiving side, but I believe Vil prefers spending time together as much as his influencer and dorm leader schedule allows

Epel - gifts (giving), quality time (receiving) I'm sure Epel would take a liking to gifting his carved apples to show his appreciation Time spent together with him will be full of rough play and hysterical laughter. Let him be his rowdy self and he's more than happy!

Rook - words of affirmation (giving), all goes when receiving love The hunter of love will appreciate all sort of ways people demonstrate their appreciation to him. We do know he prefers to express his admiration through words, be them spoken or written

Ignihyde

Idia - gifts (giving and receiving) Reserved and introverted, I feel like Idia would much rather buy and send you something via online shops. Being an otaku, he would really deep down like it if you bought him some merch or new manga/games. It could be argued that, once you become closer, Shroud likes to spend time together with you

Diasomnia

Malleus - quality time & gifts (giving), quality time & words of affirmation (receiving) He's a prince, I'm sure he would give you random gifts of jewels and gems, or anything you said you really needed. With the words of affirmation part.... I'm sure he needs to hear the he is wanted around people (ties up with how Maleficent was told she wasn't wanted on Aurora's birth, and since he shares the "uninvited" quality with her, thought it fit)

Lilia - acts of service & words of affirmation (giving), gifts & quality time (receiving) Ngl Lilia was hard for me to decipher. Much to the two following characters, his duty to serve Malleus makes him keen on offering help. Having raised two wonderful boys, Lilia knows his way around complimenting and giving nice comments to people to make them cheer up and feel confident. It's said that Vanrouge used to travel and would bring with him souvenirs, so I think he likes little trinkets to decorate his room with. This fae has many stories to share! Sit down and have a nice chat with him, he surely will adore it!

Silver - acts of service (giving), quality time (receiving) Being Malleus' ward, I get the feeling Silver will no doubt offer his help with anything you do. This boy appreciates when people spend time with him whenever he's awake and available, but won't decline if they wish to share a nap together.

Sebek - acts of service (giving), words of affirmation (receiving) Similar to Silver, his duty is to serve his Young Master. Sebek will offer to aid you on your chores and goals. HE LIKES TO BE PRAISED!! He even says so as one of his alchemy class lines! Pamper the croc boy with nice words~

And, finally...

Grim - words of affirmation & gifts (receiving) I'll be honest and say I don't know what Grim's giving love language is... I'm leaning towards acts of service bc he somehow agrees to put up with his chores and scolding/punishment at times But it's clear he likes gifts of food (he's the Great Grim! Deserves to be venerated!) and praise

#zask #twisted wonderland #love language #heartslabyul #savanaclaw #octavinelle #scarabia #pomefiore #ignihyde #diasomnia #twst grim

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mxlleus · 4 years

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Twisted wonderland theory - who is Dire Crowley?

I'm currently drowning in my brainrot so I shall offer you this. Forgive me if it's kinda messy, I only have one brain cell ;-;

Some people speculated that our very kind headmaster is inspired by the Diablo, Maleficent's crow. This is pretty obvious just by taking a look at his design: the golden claws on his hands, his beak-like mask, the black feathers on his coat and his walking stick with a golden crow on top.

Now, what are Crowley's true intentions? What may be his final goal? Well, if he truly is based on Diablo (which by the way means Devil in Spanish), then he ought to share some traits with him, right? The Disney wiki describes the crow with a certain sentence that has caught my eye: "he is completely and genuinely loyal to her (Maleficent)". Why is this important? Well, what if Crowley was Maleficent's assistant in the Twisted Wonderland universe? Assuming she is Malleus' grandmother, how in the world would he still be alive then?

Let's take a look at his character design. First off, his ears are pointed, and we all know what having pointed ears means! He's a fae, and this would explain why 1) his age is listed as "unknown" (just like Lilia and Malleus', the only two fae characters in the game) 2) he could've easily lived long enough to serve the Queen of the Land of Thorns

(Another hint/foreshadowing of his long lifespan is here: )

Prologue ; Chapter 1 - 19

Crowley: In all these years that I've been Headmaster... For the day to come that students from Night Raven College to go hand-in-hand to face and defeat their enemy! [...] Ace: I would never do that, gross! But Headmaster, how old are you!

Second, he shares quite a lot of similarities with Malleus' design. They have the same pointed ears, same black lipstick and very similar color palettes (for the hair/horns). And what if the mask is there to conceal his eye color? (it could totally be green, for what we know; no one said that goldish glow is his actual eye color) To make it look less suspicious? Because to be honest, I've never noticed all these similarities until I actually stopped and intensely stared at Crowley's sprite.

(another fun fact, we have never seen Crowley without a hat, neither in official art, the opening movie, his usual sprite or the vacation one. He might be hiding the Vatican's secrets under there and no one would suspect a thing)

Second of all, what is he trying to do? I remember reading somewhere (I don't know whether it was a theory or in-game infos), that NRC's true objective is recreating the great seven, to find magicians talented enough to remake the original seven but in version 2.0. But why in the world is he trying to do that? Well, if he really is Maleficent's loyal servant, then he may be doing it for her. Maybe because of an order, a wish or it can totally just be independent acting on his part. That's also why we have dorm leaders and why he was so happy to have met someone like Yuu, a person who can coordinate the haughty students of the college. He wants to use us to control and in a way manipulate his future great magicians.

Prologue ; Chapter 1 - 19

You cannot use magic.

But, maybe, precisely because you cannot use magic means that you could give instructions to wizards and get them to cooperate. Perhaps that mediocrity is exactly what this school needs right now!

[...]

MC.

I have no doubt that your existence is essential to the future of this academy. So says my educator-senses.

This would mean that he's not researching a way for us to go back to our world as he wants to keep us there as much as possible.

As if he wasn't suspicious enough, in the actual opening of the game there's this sequence of images that hint at his connection with the overblots.

(1) the ink of the overblots (2) that's him doing the 👁👄👁, very suspicious if you ask me

(3) this might as well be related to Pomefiore's overblot or the importance apple trees have in NCR as stated in the scary monsters event* (4) the symbol of diasomnia, a spindle (+thorns)

*why would apples be related to him? Do we have any proof? Oh! Would you look at that! Are those apples on his vacation shirt? Yes. Yes they are.

Lastly, these two are the most important pictures:

(5) his jacket laying in a puddle of what I presume is water?? (6) the viewer is being closed into a coffin as a crow flies inside the mirror

Why are there 6 keys on the back of his coat? Yana wouldn't just give him a random number of keys just because, if there are 7 dorms then where is the seventh one?

Right here! His walking stick is a literal key, and even the biggest one!

(He also has 4 keys on his hip ; they might as well represent the NRC staff: Crewel, Vargas, Trein and Sam)

Anyone who has ever pulled anything in the twisted gacha knows that coffins all have a little window that glows green, a fountain with green water and a mirror. When we pull to get a card, we see green flames and then a giant mask with the overblot symbols and dark lipstick. Are they obsessed with the color green? Did they choose it just because it has a nice contrast with the background? (the color palette is, once again, crowley's. I'd add a picture if I could but I've reached the maximum for this post) Or is it because it's a type of magic based off on Maleficent's? Each time we see the diasomnia students using magic in the opening movie, the color is always the same shade of fluorescent green that we have seen so many times.

Why is a crow flying into the mirror? Here I come to you empty handed because I simply do. not. know. We'll have to see what the next events/main story chapters will tell us because this image is too specific for me to find an explanation for it. It might be a mention to how we got isekai'd, it may represent Crowley flying off into the distance because he wants to break free from all the taxes he has to pay, or it may simply be a crow attracted to a glowing mirror, just like a moth flying into a lamp.

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 4 years

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❛ JUST ONE SECOND ❜

with Creeper Vargas.

Request: Holà! Do you mind to write something about Creeper ? This guys needs more love ! 😍 Maybe reader & Creeper are already in relationship. And Reader is firefighter & Creeper and Crew see her during intervention? And he can be very scared for her or very excited? Ending with smut ? 🙈🔥 If u don't want or can't.... That's totally fine 😊❤

BY ANON

Warnings: NSFW, SMUT and Creeper trying to be romantic.

Word count: about 2.9k

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

Gif credits: @angels-reyes.

Masterlist.

You can’t lie. The fire warning from a location close to Vicki’s house surprised you. In less than fifteen seconds you are already wearing the heavy equipment, ready to drive the fire truck through the border of Santa Madre, crossing it by the private door you have to avoid the fact to wait for other cars to step aside and let you pass them away. The sirens can be heard all around the mexicali dessert, speeding up as soon as you see the smoke screen close to Riz’s lands, with furious engulfing blazes burning down a whole house. The police patrols are leading you the road, having to overtake them because of their low velocity. That doesn’t help you, and your boss shouting at you to do it either. Stopping the wheels dead with a dry noise, you all jump out of the heavy vehicle under the attentive looks of the neighbors. But you can’t think about it, about their whispers, not about the guys looking at you from Vicki’s porch. You’re too busy hearing the orders while García helps you to wear the equipment and the helmet covering your head completely. A house. Two floors. One garage. Kitchen, bathroom and living room in the first one. Three dorms, two bathrooms and a built-it closet in the hallway. A woman screaming through the second window on the top floor at your left.

Your legs move faster than ever, as they trained you for years. You’re leading the team, organizing where they must go. Two men on the first floor. Two women and you on the second one, while the other four are outside trying to set off the burning with the hoses from the truck. Whenever you cross a door, it’s like coming into hell. The heat is scorching. You can feel how your body melts because of it, going upstairs and controlling the fire around you to not get fucked up by an unexpected flame. The doors are closed, grabbing the axe on your back to hit the center of them, so the rooms can breathe a little. Knowing by that technique where the fire originated. The color of the smoke says a lot about it. The blacker, the closer you are to the epicenter.

“BE FUCKING HURRY, TEAM! THIS SHIT IS GONNA FALL DOWN!” You scream, as loud as your throat let you, while they begin to explore the dorms.

It’s easy to find the mother and her children, feeling some water refresh your equipment when you get closer to a window. You’re always the last one to go downstairs, making sure no one else is there. Through the walkie you can hear your boss shouting at you to go out, before the house gets destroyed. The water is not helping to turn off the fire. But when you’re about to do it, you hear a high-pitched cry coming from the built-it closet. Closed. With all your force, you hit the doorknob to break it and open it. A small dog jumps into you, scared, crying and moving his tale. A mix of emotions that you’re fast to deal with. Leaving the axe on the floor, you open your jacket to tuck him under it, zipping it again to protect him from the flames. He’s not going to die there, and later you will figure out why he was locked down inside a wardrobe. Running again towards the stairs, you have to throw yourself back when a roof wooden beam falls over them, covered into flames. Just one second. You have just one second to go backwards, disconnecting from the world, from the screams of your boss, from the screams of your mates calling you through the walkie. Just one second to remember where the whiter smoke was. Just one second that can cost your life if you don’t act quickly. You’ve been in worse shit than this. Fuck, you will adopt that cute puppy that just in one second stole your heart. And you smile at him, just one second.

Turning around above the heavy boots, you run to the second dorm kicking the door to come in. The flames are burning down the walls, leaving enough space to reach the window. Hitting the glass with your elbow to break it, you stick your head out.

“BRING THE BLANKET! BRING THE FUCKING BLANKET!”

As soon as your team finds you, they run to the fire truck to grab a big blanket to positionate themselves under the windows, stretching it high enough to jump onto it. You take just one second to surround your chest with both arms, holding the dog tightly under your grip, before placing a leg over the frame to boost yourself out. In the fall, you turn your body to give them your back. You can feel the animal stirring scared under your arms, hugging him a little more, until bouncing twice on it. Your team helps you to get up when they leave you on the floor, unzipping your jacket to calm the dog crying, under the claps and the cheerings of the viewers there as if it was a fucking tv show. No, that’s not Chicago Fire mexicali version. That's real life, where you can die in just one second.

Your girls from the hospital unit grab the dog to put him in an air mask, checking that he’s okay while you take off the equipment with some help. Your boss spills a water bottle over you, when you are already off from the uniform to refresh your skin and your face.

“WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING ABOUT, (Y/N)?!”

“I COULDN'T LEAVE HIM THERE! WHY THE FUCK HE WAS LOCKED DOWN?”

You try to find the family between the patrols, the gossips and your team. But before you can find them being assisted by the paramedics, you find the crew. They’re assorted looking at you and, among them, Creeper on the brink of collapse. His face is the last thing you see before falter to the ground, with your heartbeat over the sky.

You have a deep breath, taking off the mask that covers your face, coughing and puking some salive over the edge of the hospital bed. Bewildered and stunned you try to focus your gaze, hearing a lot of voices like far echoes. The light is blinding you, putting a hand on your eyes and shaking your head, while the calls get clarified, finally hearing your name. A doctor takes off your hand to cheek your pupils and your throat. Apparently, you swallowed too much smoke and that provoked you to faint. You can hear how he talks with some men, assuring them that you’re okay and that you just need to rest.

“My mo-mouth… tastes like… ugh, shit”. You cough again, feeling some pain doing it. “Tastes like a fucking… ashtray”.

The soft laughs flood the room, opening slightly your eyes enough to see your boss, Bishop, Marcus and Creeper close to the bed. Your boyfriend sits on the edge, holding your hands and leaning forward to kiss your forehead, pulling away some bristles of your hair.

“Damn, mami… You scared the shit outta me…” He whispers with a low broken thread of voice.

“I bet you… were… fe-feeling hotter th-than that house, watching me in… action”. You mutter between some more coughs.

“(Y/N), how do you feel?” Carlos, your boss, comes closer to caress your left cheek.

“Ready to… work tomorrow, jefe”.

“Yeah, fuck you, (Y/N)”. He replies breaking into laughs. “I will sign your withdrawal for some days. Rest as much as you can, arai’?”

“Yes, daddy, I’ll… be a go-good girl”. You joke with him, before seeing him leave the room to keep your mates informed.

“Do you need anything, querida?”

“Nah, Bish… I’m just tired”. You answer trying to get up on your forearms with Creeper helping you to lie somewhat comfy. “Where’s the dog?”

“Frankie is taking care of him in the station, until you get out. He thought that maybe you wanted to adopt him”.

Your eyes go up to your boyfriend, twisting his neck assorted on caressing your hands.

“Neron?”

“Hm…?” Shaking his head, he comes back to the real world. “Yeah… Yeah, sure. We can bring him with us”.

“We will let you rest, mija”. El Padrino narrows one of your feet, sending you a kiss through the air before leaving the room and closing the door.

“You okay?” You ask then, coupling your body among Creeper's arms.

“You know…” The half mexican clicks his tongue, accommodating his head on the pillow lying down. “I like your job, it's cool and you save lives, but… I've never seen you working and that… shit really scared me, baby. Seeing you jump outta the window, the explosion after that…”

“Wait. What explosion?”

“You were leaving in the ambulance when it happened, I saw it through ma' mirror”.

“Aw, you were following me like a doggy?” You tease him hugging his back, and pecking his face.

“Shut up, crazy bitch… I was fuckin' worried thinking I've lost you”.

“Nah… not until you… motherfucker… ask me to marry you”. Pointing his chest with your forefinger, chuckling, you highlight every word. “Then, I can die”.

“Ain't gonna propose to you to keep you alive”. He says laughing, while you hit his chest with pursed lips. “I fuckin' love you, mami. If I lose you, I die”.

“Now you know how I feel every time you leave our home, Creeper”.

“Yeah, okay, but do you love me too or what? I'm trying to be fuckin' romantic”.

You laugh again between some coughs, covering your mouth with a hand.

“Let me show you how much, papi”. You mutter raising a leg over his waist, to push him closer.

“No, no, no… We ain't gonna fuck here”. He breaks into laughs, trying to survive to your puppy eyes. “Shit, no. Someone could enter…”

“And, what? I was about to die, they will understand it”. You sob trying to pity him.

“You can make any efforts”. He says pulling away your leg, but it comes back holding him tighter.

“Touch me at least… C'mon, Neron… please…”

“Baby, stop moving!” You can't help but rub your body against his, complaining with some noises.

“C'mon… Just a little… please”.

“Bab—”.

“C'mon! You know you will end up doing it…”

“Fuck… I fucking hate you, bitch”.

“Okay, douchebag, I get it. But touch me”. You beg him biting his lower lip.

“If you feel like you're dro—”.

“Fucking touch me, Neron”.

The man laughs softly, moving his hand on your waist down to your pelvis, tucking it under the green pants of the hospital. Creeper has the other arm surrounding your neck, while your fingers get tangled in his shirt as he's closer. His fingertips tour the fabric of your panties, pressing the center slightly moistened, licking your lips with his tongue before kissing you. Lying a little on the mattress, your boyfriend accommodates himself over one of his sides while you curl your right leg.

“Don' fuckin' scare me again, ah?” He whispers onto your lips, with his dark eyes fixed on yours. You just nod leaving a short kiss on his lips.

When you feel one of his fingers easily sliding into you, you can’t help but have a breath biting your lip. He does it slowly, enjoying every gesture on your face, pulling it back with the same pace to thrust you again. He’s torturing you, and you know it, as if it was a punishment for worrying him. But soon, his hand begin to move somewhat faster, containing some moans to avoid being heard by the doctors and the patients that walk through the hallway. Creeper loves when you fuck in public, hiding from the rest, and you have to try to be the most silent possible. Your hands press his head when he strokes your needy clit, gasping straight to his lips and closing your eyes for some seconds. Now it feels better than ever, having thought just for one second that it wouldn’t happen again.

“Do you think you can have another finger, ah?”

“Shit, yes, Creep'”.

A fleeting smile appears on his mouth, pounding you without expecting to be this fast. You have to collide your lips against his when you experiment that pleasure, bringing his hand to your limits, to drown a delighted scream. You're so wet that he can drown them inside your pussy without doing any efforts, fucking you as you begged some seconds ago. The fact that you can be caught for a nurse and that he's constantly drinking your gestures, maintaining your gaze with his, makes you feel out of control moving your waist against his hand.

“Fuck, papi…”

“You want a third?” He asks with his voice getting somewhat hoarsely.

“Please… Please”. You whisper with some difficulties because of your breath.

“Enjoy it, mami”.

The third finger gets digged into you harder, covering your mouth with a hand that your boyfriend slaps and takes to the back of his head.

“You asked for, carry with consequences”. He growls speeding up the moves of his wrist.

“Fuck, Neron…” You cry resting your forehead on his over the pillow. “Make me cum, please… I need you to do it”.

The half mexican kisses you, tucking his tongue inside your mouth in a filthy kiss, desperate for finding yours and mixing your salivas. One of the things he loves the most is when you beg him, being at the edge of the orgasm and spreading your legs for him, to do with you whatever he wants.

“Not yet, baby”. He denies shaking his head and pulling away his hands from your pants.

“'Fuck you doing, Neron?” You complain frowning, out of air. “If you don't finish, I'm gonna rip off every tat—”.

“Pull off your clothes”. He interrupts you chuckling, and grabbing your throat with his wet fingers.

Arching your back and sliding the pants and the panties through your legs, he helps you with the horrible green shirt.

“Open your legs”.

“Wh—”.

“(Y/N), open your legs”. He demands squeezing one of your thighs.

At the moment you obey, he settles himself between them crawling down your stomach without taking off his eyes from you. Sitting up on your forearms, lying against the bed backrest, Creeper sinks his face in your wet pussy sucking your clit in the meantime you place your legs over his shoulders. If there is something he does like a master is eating you out. His tongue toures your entrance and your clit with passion, pounding you with the same three fingers that started that game of being silent. He knows well what you like, how you like it and where he has to press to make you cum.

You can't help but place both hands on his head, caressing his back with your shaky legs, putting you closer from the ecstasy by hitting your g-spot with his long fingers. A soft moan escapes inevitably from your throat when his free hand finds your breasts, pinching one of your nipples, massaging and squeezing it brisling every inch of your skin. Your eyes are on him, watching how much he is enjoying pleasing you, but controlling your breathing to not make you cough. If you do it, he will stop and you will be lost. But you're okay. More than okay. His warm mouth devouring you is like touching the sky, the effort he makes to tease you and make you cry out his name, wanting someone to hear you. But you're an expert. He has done it a lot of times and you always win.

“I'm so close, papi…” You mutter with a trembling voice, arching slightly your back, when his fingers go harder and faster nailing in your wetness.

And it doesn't take you much more, covering your mouth with both hands and closing your eyelids, drowning his full name on your palms. Creeper pulls out his fingers, nailing both hands on your thighs, drinking your juices desperate to taste you until your body can't fight anymore against his lips sucking you out.

“Fuck, baby”. He says after leaving a last lick all over your pleased pussy with the full extension of his tongue, crawling up to your mouth while your legs get intertwined with his. “You're my favorite meal”.

“I want you to fuck me, please”. You beg him between some kisses, trying to recover the air. “I can feel you… so fucking hard, Neron…”

“Not until we're home”. He rejects you wrapping your body with both tattooed arms. “For the moment, settle for this”.

“Papi…”

“No”. He repeats biting your lower lip, rubbing the rigid fabric of his jeans against your wet core, making you moan again.

“You're wanting it as bad as I want it”.

“I just want you to get better. Then, I'll fuck my future wife all the time she asks me for”.

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guigz1-coldwar · 3 years

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'Who dares wins' : New chapter for "Redemption in a Spirit in a Cold War" is out !

"Who dares wins"

Chapter Summary : Yirina returned to West-Berlin with Garrett, allowing her to come back in Park's arms but someone want to talk.....

To read it on AO3, click here !

Words : +3300

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Finally, we were finished in Cuba after having tracked down Vargas and captured him after he told us who was helping Perseus by supplying him the russian guns and to be honest.....I never thought that this person was going to be Portnova herself. If I maybe saved Zasha from the Spandau Prison in West-Berlin, what happened when I supposely came back to Russia to take Portnova with me ? Did something wrong occured ? Did she disappear by herself ? Did I wasn't able to go back to her again and maybe I didn't go back to Russia because the next days, I was in Turkey...So many questions I just got into my mind with one word from Vargas's mouth.

Once we were done with him, we got the hell out of the place with Garcia before the police showed as our opportunity window was ending soon. We took the unconscious Vargas with us and then, we dropped him to another MI6 safehouse where he will be took in charge before being extracted in an separate plane from us back to London to face his crimes he did. For us, we parted ways with Garcia before we drove back to the same clandestine runway we arrived here to leave Cuba behind us.....for good, I hope.

The flight lasted approximatively the same time we had : almost 13 hours to come back to West-Berlin and we should be arriving early in the morning as we left the Cuban soil one hour after we got our hands on Vargas. My sleep in the plane was either troubled by thinking of Portnova or thinking about been back to West-Berlin to Park and I couldn't relive any memories during it like if I was blocked by my own mind to do so...I just want to know what happened to my friend and my brain is refusing me that access.

I slept during the entire flight, not wanting to stay awake and just to rest and trying to have something that could help. We arrived in West-Berlin at 8AM and frankly, I could say that it was literally the first and maybe only time that I was happy to be back in here once I put my feets on the Tempelhof Airport and one minute after we got out of the plane, we were already settled in car, ready to drive back to the safehouse and we arrived 15 minutes there after we left the airport.

"We're back home !" Garrett almost said loudly as he opened the front door of the house, with his bags in his hands as I was behind him, also with my bag. The only thing we hear as we enter the house was someone snoring in the living room. "Ah...it's Greta." He looked at me as I was seeing Greta laid down in one of the sofas, sleeping.

"Must be very tired to not go to her own bed." I scoffed silently as I put my bag on the table and Garrett was doing the same before he start to walk next to Greta.

"Ssshh." He told me, his index finger in front of his mouth as he put himself at her level on the sofa, ready to pull an joke on her. "Schnell ! Schnell !" He start to move her shoudler, making her woke up with an start, almost going to punch Garrett with her fist.

"Garrett !" She exclaimed as she was redressing herself in the couch before looking at us both, confused. "Already ?" She added, surprised to see us back.

"We got Vargas pretty quick thanks to Garrett and an very concerned citizen." I joked about it, looking at Garrett with raised eyebrow and with an smile, crossing my arms. "He's maybe now either still in Cuba or in London but in both ways, he's in the MI6 custody."

"What about the guy in the basement ?" Garrett asked as he moved to sit on the opposite couch of Greta's one.

"Transferred him to the BND this night." She replied in a low voice. "He didn't tell enough to have an concrete lead but since he was wanted, I gave him up."

"So, that's why you slept in that couch ?" I tried to guess and she nodded at me.

"When I got back here, I fell into the couch and I didn't move....until someone woke up me in german." She looked at Garrett with eyes that could have kill him in an instant before she rolled them in the skies. "By that, you got anything from Vargas ?"

"Yeap." Garrett was the one to talk first. "Got the name of an KGB officer called Yirina Portnova based in Moscow." He added, giving myself chills in my body, thinking of her.

"Yirina Portnova ?" Greta was sounding surprised to hear that name as she looked at us with wide eyes.

"You know her ?" I asked, curious

"She's the top cryptographer from the KGB." She responded, putting her hands on the couch.

"And apparently, she's working with Perseus." Garrett added, looking at the dashboard. "Maybe forced or in her own will."

"No, it's sure that Perseus forced her to work with him." I exclaimed, sure of my answer before the two looked at me, very curious. "Listen...I know Portnova because she's an old friend of mine and by what I remember, she despited the guy to the bones, she wanted to flee in 1981." I continued, looking down, holding back my tears to think about it. "I'm sure that we can help her from him."

"Maybe....." Greta bit her lips at thinking about it but this was the only thing we have to do....the only thing we need to do. "We'll have to see how we can approach her for that."

"Even if I had to return to Moscow, I will." I affirmed myself of doing it before I looked around. "Where's Park ?" I asked to Greta

"She's in her room, resting." She answered, having an look that could mean 'You know that I know about you' "Well, on my way to make coffee for me." She then got up from her couch, walking towards the kitchen.

"I'm coming." Garrett started to follow her too, leaving me alone in the living room.

Without any seconds of hesitation from me, I decided to join Park in our room after having spent just one day without her at my side. I think I never got up the stairs fast in my life by walking. I was more like very enthusiatic to see her again and I opened the door, seeing her under the sheets, looking lovely and she was exactly at where I was sleeping maybe to make her remember of me.....or because of her arm....anyway, she was still lovely. I decided to remove my jacket off me before I put myself under the sheets, looking at her awaiting for her to awake until she slowly open her eyes.

"Surprise, Park." I whispered with an big smile as she was opening her eyes.

"Yirina..." She also whispered, seeing me looking at her with my hands on the side of my face. "You're here."

"I told you that I will come back quick for you." I exclaimed, remembering her from my & her words.

"You were pretty quick, to say." She snorted before she slowly moved to kiss me on the lips. "How are you now ?"

"More than better now that I'm here...back to you." I responded, reciprocating her moves to her. "How's the arm by the way ?" I asked back, removing the sheets that was almost covering her left arm.

"Not hurting anymore in the inside but still hurting if I put my hands on it." She replied as we were both looking at her arm, lightly red now. "I can say that I'm back to work now." She added before she looked back at me. "About work, how was things in Cuba ?"

"Well, it went well.....if we don't count the bad memories with Lazar...." I started, sniffing as I passed my hand through my hair. "I...I relived that day in the rooftop." I breathed and our both faces, we could see that we were going sad. "I remembered Lazar's last words : Promise me....Take care of Park." I looked away from her, at the ceilling. "The person supplying the russians weapons to Perseus....is my friend Portnova."

"Bloody hell." She whispered to herself about everything I just said to her, looking shocked on her face. "I'm so sorry." She said.

"I know." I passed my hand on my face now, trying to clean some low tears that were falling from my eyes before she moved her hand to do this. "Portnova is in Moscow now."

"Moscow ?" She breathed before she grin at me. "You're surely want to save her ?" I nodded to her, sure. "We'll do it, Yiri." She affirmed to me with an smile, her hand on my face as I moved my head to get it comfy in her palm. "I've got an call yesterday."

"From who ?" I asked.

"Someone from the SAS want us to meet him in Hereford, England." She replied, making me feel surprised about it. "It's about Stone." She added before she looked at the door. "It will be only the two of us and we'll leave at the end of the afternoon."

"I just came back from Cuba this morning and you want me to move again to get to England today ?" I questioned, fainting an confusion before I slowly grinned. "Yes, ma'am....and you will be there."

"Come on, we just got the morning for us...." She smirked at me as she moved her arms around my waist to get me closer to her as I moved by myself to it. "So, let's profit." She added before we pulled for an kiss on the lips, passionally as I put my hands on her face....enjoying the moment with just the two of us.

We spent the most part of the morning in each other arms for recomfort and frankly, feeling her touch just after one day without her was so nice to relive. After that, we decided that it was better to go join the others, to try to plan our next moves. Since we got only Portnova as an strong lead, we put our efforts on her but unfortunately, we couldn't go directly there to Moscow as we don't know if she was always there and to add to that, me & Park had to go to Hereford in England to talk with someone from the SAS.

Once we have tried to make some plans about the next days, it was time for me & Park to leave the place again for me, letting Garrett & Greta to take care of the safehouse during our trip in England. We took a plane again at the Tempelhof Airport to go join the Birmingham Airport, the closest airport of Hereford as Park told me. During the flight, I was wondering who would be the one who want to talk about Stone as I remember that his ex-colleagues wasn't so willing to talk about him before....someone has changed his mind in there and it could help us.

We landed at Birmingham at 8 PM before we took a car to join the SAS base in Hereford they are calling 'Stirling Lines'. Park was the one to drive as she was knowing the way to the place and on her face during the drive, I couldn't know if she was happy or stressed to go there...something that I shouldn't try to ask for. We arrived at the SAS Barracks after dozens of minutes, showing our credentials to the guards at the base entrance, allowing us to enter and then to park our car.

"This is 'Stirling Lines' ?" I asked as I stepped out of the car, looking at the building that was in front of me, pretty big to say by the look of it.

"Yes, one of the SAS home in England !" Park replied as she stepped out of the car, looking at me. "The place was just renamed this year about the man who founded the Special Air Service during WW2." She added, giving me more informations about the place to me and I was quite impressed by her knowledge.

"Someone know History well here." I exclaimed to her. "You know, I always wanted to be an history teacher." I said, having remembered an memory I had during the last night in Paris and by hearing me, she was looking curious about it, very surprised as she put her arms on the car's roof.

"Really ?" She questioned me, raised eyebrow to me.

"Yes....if only I did opened my eyes earlier with Perseus." I whispered to her before I sniff, looking away from her, not wanting to talk about Perseus now. "Anyway, who is the man ?"

"Don't know." She told me, surprising me that she didn't know who we are going to meet in an minute maybe. "We will see about it now." She then removed herself from the car as I followed her inside the building, taking her satellite phone with her but as we approached the reception, we could see a man with a bob, dressed in military clothes coming towards us. "John Price ?" She was sounding stunned to see this man, knowing him well.

"Helen !" The man said in a low voice before he offered his hand to Park. "I'm the one who asked to meet with you two." The two shook hands as I was realizing that this man was THE John Price Sr. who talked about Stone on that report we got in the safehouse.

"You know each other ?" I asked, curious as the two were finished.

"Helen is.....William's sister." Price was the one to respond as he offered his hand to me.....William....Park's brother. "You must be Yirina Grigoriev." I nodded as we shook hands.

"Exactly." I breathed, feeling not sure of myself to stay herself, finding myself into a new world.

"Follow me, we need to talk to a more better place." He told us, gesturing to follow him. We got out of the building, getting ourselves next to a SAS training field where it was just us for the moment. "So, I heard that you're tracking Stone again, right ?" He asked us as we sit on bleachers that was overlooking a training field.

"Been almost two weeks that the MI6 asked me to form an team to neutralize him." Park affirmed, joining her hands together as we were both sit next to each other. "Why do you want to talk about Stone, John ?"

"I asked you here because I wanted to give things that you don't know about Stone." Price replied, looking away from her.

"I know exactly what Stone can do and what are his ideas, I know basically everything on him." Park exclaimed, sounding angry to talk about Stone. "You know what he did and nonetheless, people are still seeing him as the Nimrod Hero !" She added, still angry as I moved my hands to calm her down.

"Listen, Helen." He looked at her, still calm. "Everyone in the SAS is despiting him but the fault is on the man who claimed Stone as an hero."

"And who was that....." She started to said before her satellite phone start to ring, causing her to take it "Yes ?" She looked at me before getting up from her seat. "It's Woods, might need to go make an private call, will come back soon." She proclaimed before she start to walk away with her phone in hand, leaving me with John Price.

"So....uhm....Price." I breathed, causing him to look at me slowly. "What can you tell me about Stone ?" I asked as I didn't know anything more about Stone than just his picture as his records file is mostly classified.

"Stone joined the SAS at his 19th birthday but it wasn't by his own will." Price responded, somehow still calm after facing a part of Park angriness on him. "He was an thug who was arrested for an major crime : it was either the prison or joining the SAS, he chosed the latter." He added, looking from afar a group of SAS soldiers running on the field. "He should have chosen the prison." He whispered to himself.

"How he was during his days here ?" I continued in my questions and Price was willing to share more, looking on his face.

"An good soldier but very reckless and an problem with the authority. Appreciated for his work, hated for his personality." He told me, giving me a quick glare with his eyes. This man was an real tough guy, I can seem. "He was great friends with William."

"Park's brother ?"

"William Elijah Park." He exclaimed to me, giving me the name of Park's brother. "He joined the SAS two years before Stone does, they were great friends....until something happened in 1972."

"Something bad ?" I asked and he nodded to me, finally moving to face me.

"An accident in a training : Stone almost killed someone for real and after that, the two start to hate each other." He explained to me as I was very curious to learn more about Park's brother "The day William got murdered by Stone, he called me saying that he was seeing someone that told him that Stone had some connections with an mysterious group."

"Perseus." I breathed, making the link with what he just said. "Stone killed Park's brother because he was going to know about him but also because of their rivalry." I suggested and he nodded again before he took something out of his pocket : a picture.

"This was me, him....and an younger Helen....just days before what happened in 1973." He showed me the picture, seeing Park as she was 21 years old this year next to her brother, wearing an SAS uniform and next to him, Price. "She never got the picture but I think it's time that she got it." He then handed it to me. "Must be hers."

"Thanks." I was trembling as I took the picture in my hands, looking at it closely thanks to a big light pole as the night were starting to fall in here.

"As I heard from my other friends in the MI6, Helen is putting all her trust in you." He confessed to me, making me look at him, very curious about it. "I'm sure that she's proud of you."

"I'm proud of her too." I told him back with an little smile before he got up from his seat.

"Listen, I need to go see my men so if you need any help from the SAS, call us." He affirmed, holding his waist. "We'll do anything to help Helen have her revenge....goodbye, miss Grigoriev." He added before he start to walk away from the bleachers, leaving me alone with that picture as the night was falling and one minute after he left, Park came back, having finished her calls.

"So....where is John ?" She asked me, her phone in hand.

"He had to go." I replied in a low voice before I handed the picture to her, standing up. "He wanted you to have this." She took the picture to have an look on it and I could see some tears falling from her eyes, looking at that picture before I decided to move to hug her. "It's okay."

"Thanks you, Yiri." She whispered, leaving us in an hug before we broke it and then started to walk back to our car.

"So, what Woods wanted with you ?" I questioned her as we were soon arrived at our car.

"They will be at Moscow in three days because of an lead they go, meaning that we can join them at the same time." She replied, arriving next to the car and her hand on the door. "For now, you & me had to go back to London."

"London ? We're not returning to West-Berlin ?" I was sounding confused of it as we entered inside and Park only smiled at me as she was fully seated at her place in the driving spot of the car.

"No, I need to check to some old intels in my office." She reassured me as I was putting my seatbelt on and her, starting the car engine, looking at me with an smile......

"Don't worry, it's just going to be you & me."

#cod bocw #cod cold war #cod black ops cold war #cod cw #call of duty cold war #cod bell #black ops cold war #helen park #fem!bell #yirina grigoriev

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SECRETS (part I/II)

Summary: Detectives James Barnes and Y/n Y/l/n never really got along, despite being partners for seven months. You could say they hated each other, however, when James' past shows up threatening to break him all over again, the truth about their feelings comes to the surface.

Pairing: cop!Bucky Barnes x cop!Reader

Genre: angsty (fluff in the end) (modern au)

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Warnings: hints of a toxic relationship, drinking, smoking, bad described make out session and implied sex.

A/N: I couldn't finish writing the latest request I was writing bc tumblr is a bitch, so I'm dropping the first part of a 2-part fic here. I hope you enjoy my first au (I'm practicing for a Brooklyn nine nine fic) <3

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"C'mon Y/n" Samantha called me from the entrance of the bar we were going to get into. She came closer, placing a hand on my bicep. "You're still thinking about it?"

I stayed silent, my eyebrows knitted, and my eyes fixed on the pavement. "yeah" I replied absently, having another puff of the cigarette held in my hand.

"do you really think you're right?"

"I don't know, Sam" I confessed, tossing the cigarette and stepping on it. "I think I don't wanna be right about this." with that, I turned around to join our friends.

The music playing in the bar almost made me forget what I had been thinking for two days.

Almost.

Two Days Ago

"BARNES!" I yelled from across the precinct's floor where we both worked. "WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL?"

"charmin' as always, Y/l/n" he replied in that condescending voice of his, staring at board covered in pictures and notes.

"you dismissed my suspect." I stated, finally reaching the place where he was standing.

"it's our suspect, not yours" he corrected me crossing his arms over his chest "and we'd reached a deadlock"

"I told you to fucking wait, dammit!" I spat, hitting the desk in an attempt to draw his attention.

He jumped, spinning around so he was now face to face with me. For an instant, I saw panic in his gaze, quickly replaced by anger.

"I told you to follow Vargas, and did you, smartass?" I huffed. "see? We're fuckin' even"

I glared at him slack-jawed. "You're unbelievable." grabbing three manila folders from his desk, I made my way to mine. "and for the record, Vargas didn't show up, you fucker!" since my back was to him, I missed his eyes fixed on my form with something way different from anger, frustration or hate.

BUCKY'S P. O. V.

I stood still, staring at Y/n leaning over her desk to examine the manila folders with my jaw clenched, reminding myself that I hated her.

I needed to remind myself that I hated her every single day, because if I didn't, I knew shit would go south.

Unexpectedly, she looked up from the reports and her eyes dug into mines. I only mimicked her position, leaning over my desk, holding her stare.

Surprisingly, it was me who first averted my eyes, my ring tone catching my attention. When I looked at the screen, I saw an unknown number. "Hello?" I asked hesitant.

"Morning honey" my body went stiff at the voice, my jaw clenching while I tried to stay composed. "I made you some coffee, can you tell them to buzz me in?" I stayed silent "oh don't worry, I'm in"

I hung up and tossed the phone over my desk before stalking to the entrance of precinct just in time to see her appearing.

READER'S P. O. V.

I followed Barnes with my gaze, worried that something bad might have happened. However, in the entrance I only saw a redhead with a smile on her face.

"What are you doing here?" Barnes hissed from a considerable distance.

"I told you, silly" she let out a giggle "I brought you some coffee." When she tried to step closer to Bucky, I saw his trembling hand ghost over the holster he was carrying. "are you gonna shoot me, baby?"

Something in her voice made chills run down my spine, but I knew stepping in wasn't a good solution, so I stayed leaned over my desk.

"you can't be here" she stared at him with defiance before smashing her bag over the nearest table, making Barnes jump.

"hey" before I realized, I was walking to them. "Miss, who are you?" flash of madness crossing her eyes scared the shit out of me, but I didn't back off. Instead, I stepped between the two of them. "who are you?" I repeated.

"I'm James' wife" her reply shocked me enough to turn around and give Barnes a very confused look. "who's this woman? are you cheating on me, baby?"

I felt Barnes hand sneaking in the gap between my arm and my waist to grab my forearm "I fuckin' work here" I replied, completely ignoring the tug in my arm.

"then go work" she hissed "and let me catch up with my husband" when I didn't move, and irritated look made its way to her face. "I told you to leave, bitch."

Before I could reply, Bucky’s grip on my arm tightened and he managed to bring me closer to him, crashing my back against his chest.

"you can't be here, Dot" he repeated, managing to hide his shakiness from her. "leave. Now" The same shakiness that wasn't able to hide from me.

Due to the lack of space between him and me, I could feel how his chest went up and down rapidly and unevenly.

"But listen baby, I'm sorry" she whispered, suddenly switching to 'angel' mode. "I'm really sorry, please let's talk this out, okay?" She took a hesitant step towards us and I subconsciously pushed Barnes back in a very subtle way. "c'mon, let's go and have breakfast, and we'll talk. Please, honey."

"What is she doing here? Who let you in?" Rogers appeared in my peripheral vision, walking fast towards us. "leave. Leave right fuckin' now"

"great" that Dot girl muttered, taking a exasperated sigh. "Steve, this is between James and me, so don't you take this bitch with you for me to-"

Steve made his way to the redhead and, grabbing her arm, he guided her out of the precinct.

I spun to face Barnes, who was quickly putting himself together. "what the hell was that about?"

"you always have to meddle in everyone's business" he spat, letting go of my arm "don't you?" I stayed silent while he went to his desk to grab his things. "Tell Captain Fury I wasn't feeling well." and with that, he left.

The following day he didn't even show up.

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"This place's amazing!" Lexa, another one of my friends, exclaimed excited. "let's look for a free table"

The six of us wandered around for a while until we found a free table. "what do y'all wanna drink?" Joe asked, getting up.

Joe came a few minutes after with everyone's drinks and we chatted for a while. Again, I was almost able to forget about it, but then I saw him sitting on a stool, leaning over the bar top with his back turned to us.

"guys, I've something to do." I stated, grabbing my drink and getting up. "be right back." said that, I made my way to the stool besides his. "you didn't show up yesterday, nor today."

He frowned before moving his head to glance at me. "fuckin' hell..." he groaned, shifting to look at the wall full of bottles across us. "outta every fuckin' bars, you hadda come here?"

"gosh" I scoffed, taking a sip of my drink before mimicking his posture. "it's not like I'm looking for you, Barnes, so get your head out of your ass."

He huffed, letting out a humorless, dry laugh. "it's always a fuckin' pleasure to talk to you." I rolled my eyes and he looked over his shoulder. "come back with your friends, 'cause we've nothin' to talk 'bout"

I ran my fingers through my hair and, taking a deep breath, I glanced at him. "that girl, Dot" he went stiff and my heart sped up because, damn, I didn't want to be right, but it seemed like I actually was.

"what 'bout her?"

"is she really your wife?" I asked, tiptoeing around the topic. "we've been working together for seven months already, and you never mentioned her."

"she's mah wife. Kinda" he confirmed me, drinking all the alcohol in his glass. "anythin' else?"

"what happened between the two of you?" He let out a weird laugh, letting his forehead rest against the wooden surface. "You're drunk"

"not enough for this conversation" he groaned with a smirk on his face. The corners of my mouth twitched up at the view and something in his eyes seemed the lit up. "If you wanna stay" he took another look at my friends before turning back at me. "maybe at the end of the night I'll be drunk enough to talk 'bout it"

I pursed my lips in a tight line, staring into his eyes to see if he meant it, because I really really needed to know what happened between them.

After a couple of seconds, I turned to the barman "hey sweetheart" I called him "keep the shots coming here, will you?"

Barnes let out a chuckle, but this time it wasn't weird, and it wasn't dry. This time it was genuinely amused. "eager, are we?"

"you could say so, yeah" I replied, giving him the ghost of a smirk while the barman put the drinks in front of us.

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

"Okay okay okay, but-" he started to laugh again and I nudged him "Nononono, listen-" a couple of giggles escaped my lips before I could keep going. "it's true!"

"it ain't true, darlin'." he said between giggles. "Romanoff 'n Stevie- that's insane"

"I'm tellin' you, Barnes" I replied, taking a swig of my beer. "one- don't laugh at me! One day we'll find 'em fuckin' in the office."

"You're crazy" he stated, finishing his beer.

"whatever" I looked at the clock. It was past 4 am already. "Barnes" I whined turned to him. "Tell me what happened between you and Dot, pretty please" I pouted at him, leaning over the bar top and getting a bit closer to him.

He groaned, leaving the beer aside to look at me. "ya really know how to spoil the mood"

"we're drunk as fuck already" I propped myself over my forearms, getting even closer to him. "c'mon Barnes."

With an exasperated sigh, he moved to tower me. "I swear, Y/n, you get me on my fuckin' nerves."

"I know, and I love to do it" his jaw clenched and his eyes traveled to my lips for a second. "you get me on my nerves too, y'know? But I don't care" he gave me a confused look "it's kinda... Our thing, so I don't mind it"

"You're sweet when you're drunk" he stated, half smiling at me. "wish you were this sweet all the time."

"nah" I retreated to my initial position with a teasing smirk on my face. "you love my rude ass side."

He stayed silent, which made me turn to him to check he was okay. "I do." he mumbled "I love your sweet side too." after taking another peak to my lips, he leaned on me and, without thinking twice, I closed the gap between us.

Our lips crashed and, while his right hand went to my cheek, his left traveled to my thigh. Letting out a muffled moan, I let my hands roam over his upper body. "let's get outta here" he mumbled against my jaw.

"yeah, let's get the hell outta here." I pulled away to clumsily grab my purse and pay the drinks, though t was a difficult task to accomplish with Barnes lips attacking my neck.

"you sure 'bout this?" he whispered, pulling me away from the bar top as soon as I had paid. " 'cause you're gonna regret this in the mornin'."

"I'm a grown ass woman" I replied, exiting the bar and pulling him into another sloppy kiss. "my place's near."

Within minutes, we were bursting into my house, tossing or clothes all over the place in our bumpy way to my room. "I'll tell you everythin' tomorrow" he mumbled, taking off his shirt. "I promise"

"Okay" I managed to say, unzipping my pants and letting him take them off. "I'll take your word for it"

He took off his remaining clothes and I did the same "Good" he groaned more than said, picking me up.

"Good" I echoed, letting him carry me to my bed.

Fuck, we were really going to regret this, but I couldn't care less.

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