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you lost me. / valeria/wife!reader.

content notes — ex-wife!valeria. sweet alejandro. little shit rodolfo. mean valeria. plot heavy. el sin nombre foreshadowing. rudy weirdo rizz.

part one \ part two

A confident knock echos from the door through the walls, dancing around your ears as the noise registered, for you to finally walk to the door that had never been knocked before,

With a slender foggy window lending you a quick glimpse of the figure, you open the door, your eyes landing on a chest where you expected the eyes to be.

“Hello,” he starts, confident but still speaking volume, “Could I ask you some questions?”

You look up at him, blinking; not fully in a uniform but not in casual clothing. Lines around his eyes. Facial hair turning grey. Dark eyes. Intense eyes.

“Um,” You start, adverting your eyes from his, “Could I ask why first?”

He adjusts, halfway awkward, shifting his weight.

“That’s an understandable ask,” He answers, relaxing a little, “I’m Colonel Alejandro Vargas, I wanted to ask you some questions related to Valeria Garza.”

You pause, blinking.

“Your last name is what?”

“Vargas.”

You stifle an insecure giggle,

“I thought you said ‘Vergas’—“

“No—“ Alejandro cuts you off, letting a small smile escape from him, holding in a laugh, “no, God didn’t curse me with that.”

You let yourself giggle, covering your mouth and turning a bit away as he lets out the chuckle he held in, laughing with you.

“Sorry,” You laugh a little, finally taking a breath, “What are you asking about?”

He pulls his demeanor together, a bit more serious,

“If I have been told correctly, you are who she claimed to be her wife, yes?”

“At one time I was, yes,” You shift, “Not anymore.”

“Did she leave any sort of technology here?”

You tilt your head a bit, looking up at him.

“She did. Is that a problem?”

Alejandro sighs at your inquisition.

“I have some reason to believe she took something that could track her location with her when she has done work for me. If she did, there is a lot someone could gain from that if they did track it.”

You look aside, thinking about that damned dinged up phone.

“Would it be a threat to me?”

“I would say, without much other info, that yes it could be a threat to you.”

You don’t respond.

“I don’t know you, but I do know what has recently happened,” He starts, “If someone could track it, she could track it, and could track you.”

“Do you want me to give it to you?”

“If you are able, yes.”

You turn, leaving the door open,

“You.. You can come in, if you’d like.”

You move, his footsteps following you briefly and stopping as you walked further into the home, finding the half-held together phone that she left that you had kept in what used to be her bedside table. You stop, looking at the bed; the new sheets on it looked nice, it finally looked comfy, like somewhere safe. And theres a small pang in your chest, that the person who used to make it warm was gone, the person who was why the bed wasn’t just a humble full size, but,

it was for the best, and you told your chest that everyday.

You deserve someone who gives you the time of day, who makes time for you, even if they’re busy.

And you turn on your toes, walking back to the entrance way that the Colonel sat at—

Colonel Alejandro Vargas.

Col. A. Vargas

CAV.

“Do you think, by any chance, that you were contacting her with this phone?”

You look to him— his hip leaned against the counter with his arms casually crossed, his eyes gentle but alert, his expression once relaxed turned into his eyebrow raised.

“It is a possibility,” He murmurs, “It seems like the two of us learned a lot recently.”

“Valeria?”

“No, you and I.”

His stare is unwavering, not so assertive but ever confident, making you shift on your feet as he watched you.

“Yeah. It would seem like the two of us have.”

He lets out a small hum in response, eyeing the phone being held together by tape and faith.

“I’ve seen that one before,” He says, lowly, to himself more than you.

“She has a lot of phones.”

“Is that so?” he asks, watching you.

“Yeah, she probably had 5, at my guess now,” You shift, “But I know that you guys sometimes have a lot of phones—“

“2. We normally have 2.”

His gaze is a bit intense, not directed at you, yet it still sent a small shake through your body; there was a certain charm, yet that didn’t stop the intensity of his thoughts.

Silently, you offer the phone to him, looking up to him, soft blinks trying to pull him from his thoughts.

“Thank you,” Alejandro says after a moment in his thoughts, delicately taking the phone from your outstretched hand, fingers brushing yours softly; his touch is hot, like he was running on coals—

“Did she ever introduce you to any military personnel?”

“No.”

He raises his eyebrow at that.

“None?”

“No. I only found out about you from her accidentally saying something.”

Theres a type of pity in his gaze, maybe even guilt.

“Does she have any sort of surveillance on this property?”

“No. I don’t think she would come back for it anyway. Frankly, she hasn’t been back since she left.”

“When was that?”

“A week or so now.”

“Did she introduce you to.. anyone?”

“Not really.”

“Did that not concern you at all?”

His tone is gentle, lacking any judgement.

“It should have. But love makes you dumb sometimes.”

He tilts his head in an agreement, glancing down at the phone.

“Have you entered this phone or deleted anything off of it?”

“I’ve looked around it, but I haven’t deleted anything. It’s all as I found it.”

Alejandro nods, glancing off to the side for a moment, letting you watch his face; his hair isn’t really “done”, only combed back with fingers, some curls breaking free from pomade, curling around his ear.

“I’m sorry you had to go through all of that,” he says after a moment.

“I’m sure you’ve gone through worse.”

“I chose to go through worse. But you didn’t.”

You watch him, his words full of soft mercy.

“I suppose I didn’t, but I made it.”

He nods again, looking back to you.

“I’m going to leave you a number. You call it if you ever need something. Especially if she comes back to give you a hard time,” He explains, back to his colonel voice— you assume— not leaving much room for discussion.

You watch him, his movements are confident, leaving a small writing pad with the top sheet scribbled on, a phone number, a title— “los vaqueros”

“The cowboys?” You ask tentatively, looking up at him.

God he’s big.

Shush.

“I don’t have time to explain all of that,” He says, a bit affectionately, a little smile, “But if you need something, you call this without hesitation, okay?”

“What if it’s stupid?”

His eyes are a bit soft.

“It won’t be.”

His eyes leave you, looking at the counter, noticing the little shine on the countertop— still where Valeria left it.

“Did she really walk out and just leave her ring?”

You don’t look at it.

“Yeah.”

He rolls his eyes.

“She’s a walking headache.”

“She’s a charming walking headache.”

“I’m aware,” he grumbles shortly, not irritated at you.

“I,” you start, grabbing his attention immediately, “I don’t know what happened with you, really, but I’m sorry you had to deal with that.”

“She’s not your problem to apologize for anymore.”

“I know, but it still sucks to go through something like that, no matter who did it.”

His gaze is soft.

“You’re a very sweet woman.”

His eyes glance away from you, a bit awkwardly,

“I have one… thing to tell you, but it’s not fun.”

You pull a deep breath through your chest, crossing your arms over your chest,

“Rip the bandage off.”

Alejandro shifts, leaning against the counter, mimicking your crossed arms,

“She had that marriage license nullified, somehow, a while ago now. Maybe half a year.”

The news should rock you, pull through your bones, crush your soul a bit— but it’s hard to be disappointed by something you have no faith in.

You stand for a moment, letting the words set in, waiting for your stomach to fall, to crumble your very being up into a useless little paper ball, but it doesn’t come. Your head isn’t light. Your feet are grounded. Nothing sways your balance.

“I can’t say I’m surprised,” You finally say, not looking at him.

Alejandro is quiet for a moment, tense.

“You’ve already told me to not apologize, but,” He pauses, shifting his weight to one of his feet, “That’s why I didn’t fight back, when she approached me. She told me it was long done.”

“You can’t control her bullshit.”

That pulls a laugh out of him, from deep in his chest, releasing the tension he held.

“Yeah, I guess I can’t.”

He shifts again.

“What’s more frustrating is there is other— falsified— paperwork that now says you’re dead.”

You shift, uncomfortably.

“So now there are documents that don’t line up. On one, you two have divorced— in the United States— and on another you’ve been dead.”

“What would she gain from lying about all of that?”

He sighs.

“I have no clue. I cannot, within my position, just assume things based out of interpersonal actions; however, I don’t think anything innocent would come out of that.”

“She didn’t falsify a death certificate, did she?”

“No. That’s what tipped all of this off.”

You finally move a bit, letting your body relax.

“Something is up with her. I have no idea what.”

Alejandro is lost in thought for a moment, staring at the opposite wall; you watch him, the gears turning in his head with a focused but somewhat serene expression, eyes slightly moving as the follows his thoughts—

“I should be going now. Please, use that number. There are dangers she could have exposed you to without you knowing,” Alejandro murmurs, walking to the door, you silently following him. You grasp the door knob as he enters the door way, your hand gently touching his back— the touch making him jump a little.

“Thank you,” You murmur, your touch leaving him resting your hand on the door, meeting your eyes over his shoulder.

“Of course.”

You close the door, watching his figure walk to a jeep— confident stride, nice body hidden under military clothes, gentle eyes—

Don’t you dare.

You breathe deep, moving back into the home, the sunlight twinkling in through the curtains, warm sunset light dancing like little figures, warming up the light in the room. His voice— his words— rattle around your head, her antics annoying you more than they were able to hurt you—

This has been long dead. It has been dead, since she seems to have officially killed it, but now the dead weight had been removed, like matted hair that couldn’t be saved. It’s been shaved off; it wasn’t fun, but now it’s better. You are better. You are growing back. You are lighter. You are able to breathe.

You turn on your toes, walking back to the counter to look at the pad with the number written on it; his handwriting, or whoever wrote this, isn’t bad but it’s not pretty. A bit slanted. Legible. You take the pad in your hand, feeling over the writing— written with a ballpoint pen— before pulling out your own phone, entering it under a quick little new contact, marking it LV.

If she gets to have cryptic contacts, I do too.

You place it back down, looking into the greater house, warmth flooding in the sunlight.

You think it should hurt more— something so momentous ending— yet it also makes sense. It died slowly. There is no cruel, fast pain in a slow death. There is slow pain, the type that slowly makes your joints go still, where your chests twists and breaks, piece by piece, like peeling off old paint. It wasn’t a quick death. There was no quick cut, no guillotine, no bullet, no knife. It was a slow poison. It was terminal. When you realize it’s dying, it hurts. You wonder what you did wrong. You blame every piece that you didn’t do on yourself, just to try to rationalize it. To try to make it make sense. But sometimes, death comes, and sometimes it is slow, and sometimes it is quick, but death has to happen. It has to. Death allows for rot. Rot allows for growth. Growth is new life. There is no new life without the rot that death provides. But there is still no less hopeless ending than death, if you are not looking for the new buds of flowers.

You breathe, escaping your thoughts for a moment, looking out the windows, sun pungent and powerful.

And it should hurt more, that instead of even growing up and coming to you to say she wanted it to end, that she decided to do it on her own, to cheat with two people, to just use you as a housekeeper until she came back, just to be a bedwarmer. But at this point, it wasn’t anything new. It was the first infidelity— that you knew of— and it was two cases of it, yet it wasn’t surprising. Disappointing, but not surprising. Disappointing as a situation, not disappointing for her. Theres a few sentences, a few conversations that haunt you, between you and her, still; when her attention was on you, she still spilled her rotten blood onto you, almost to temper you into it—

Things about her impatience with partner, things about how she really didn’t like talking about her feelings, how she found relationships as a distraction. How she never admitted her feelings, she just let them die. How she knew that work would always mean more to her than a relationship. And how she tried to shroud it in telling you how you were the exception— you were the one she would put work behind for, the one she’d admit her feelings for, the one she’d stay loyal for. Exceptions to a rule are delicate. And sometimes, they’re just a lie. And how she had no hand in picking out the house, she let you pick it out, like a dog picking their favorite kennel.

Your eyes leave the sun light, blinking the haze away as you notice movement outside, grabbing the notepad quickly— throwing it in a drawer quickly— and striding to the door, an all too familiar figure standing, not moving.

Moving away from the door, you tap the newly formed contact, moving to the bedroom as the phone rang against your ear.

“¿Hola?”

It wasn’t Alejandro.

“Um, hello,” You awkwardly start, the other person breathing a sharp breath, “Colonel Ve-Vargas gave me this number in case I needed something.”

There is a pause.

“Oh. You.”

Pause.

“Is something wrong?”

“Valeria Garza is back, and she has a man with her.”

Pause.

“Do not answer the door, and keep away from it. Hang tight. Understand?”

“Yes, sir,” you say in a softer voice, the other’s breath hitching at that.

“Do you want me to stay on the phone with you?”

“You don’t have to.”

“Then you’ll see me soon.”

Click.

Ominous.

His voice wasn’t Alejandro’s, something a bit more smooth about his delivery, ever slightly colder.

And so you moved to the bedroom door, silently closing and locking it, watching the covered windows for any movement. You sit on the floor beside the bed, as to not have your silhouette in the window, watching. Waiting. There is a soft distant noise of talking, Spanish, a bit rushed and irritated. Her Spanish. Romance languages can be many things, but she fully embraced the Roman cruelty in her words. Footsteps. Around the windows, tracing the house. Only two pairs of footsteps.

Until.

A bit of irritated shouting, from the door, following the footsteps around the house. You move along the floor, against the wall closest to the window, trying to listen—

“— do you think you’re doing?”

“do not lecture me—“

“go back to the cars. now.”

The same slightly grumpy voice, and hers.

You follow the trail, standing in the kitchen, keeping an ear out.

“I own this property—“

“Valeria, I cannot tell you how little of a shit I give. You directly disobeyed an order.”

“It was an overreach!”

“Don’t care.”

“Rodolfo—“

“That’s Sergeant Major to you.”

“I am going to stab you.”

“You won’t.”

Pause.

“I just want to talk to her.”

“Leave your gun then.”

“But—“

“I’m impressed you got someone who wanted to spend the rest of their life dealing with you.”

Pause.

“Leave the gun and I’ll let you speak to her.”

“What are you, my father?”

“If I was your father, you wouldn’t act like a fucking brat.”

Pause.

“I really want to kill you sometimes.”

“The feeling is mutual.”

Knock knock.

You move to the door, peering to see a male figure standing outside of the door. You slowly open the door.

“hello?”

“Neña—“

“Shut up. I’m the one who spoke to you on the phone,” He cuts her off, “Do you want to speak to her or do you want her gone?”

“I can speak to her. I would appreciate if you stayed though,” You respond calmly, sweetly, looking up at him, his gaze gentle on you.

“I wanted to speak to you alone,” Valeria starts, her voice scarily gentle, keeping her tone even.

“I don’t want that.” You say firmly, the man standing between you and her. Another man hangs behind, looking like a dog with his tail between his legs.

The man nods, staying where he was, but moving a bit to let you see Valeria.

“Do you not trust me anymore?” Valeria asks softly, her gaze soft. A trap.

“Do you think I’m that stupid?”

He snorts.

“I know I’ve messed up, but I miss you.”

“Okay.”

He cracks a small smirk, turning his gaze away from the two of you.

“I didn’t mean to leave you behind.”

“You can accidentally hit someone with your car and it’s still manslaughter.”

She rolls her eyes, her façade dropping for a moment, only to recompose herself.

“Can I come inside?”

You look at the man, his gaze both interested and bored, his eyes meeting yours for a moment. You move, pulling his forearm inside the house, his body moving stiffly at the movement, following you. Valeria shoots you a glare, following. The other man stands outside.

“Lovely, I really never noticed how bad we had gotten,” Valeria says, reaching for you as you move back, the man standing beside you, becoming a silent comforting presence, “But I don’t want it to be over.”

“I gave you as much as I could, and that wasn’t enough. So how would now be any different?”

“I can change.”

“Just between you and me,” He interjects, leaning towards you, inches from your ear, “She’s been a bitch since she was 8 and couldn’t find the tooth she had lost.”

You giggle.

“This has nothing to do with you,” She sneers, glaring up at him. He only shrugs with a slight smile.

“This is exhausting, you know,” you say, pulled together, calm, “you can’t start caring about something once it’s dead.”

“It’s not dead, it just needs to be restarted.”

You blink.

“Valeria, we’ve been dead for months.”

“We haven’t—“

“What about that marriage certificate mess?”

She pauses.

“It was for your own good, I don’t want someone finding you because of me.”

The mans head tilts a bit in your peripheral vision.

“Aside from us not legally being one anymore, you barely gave me the time of day. I could be right in front of you and you would ignore me. I was here the entire time, like a fucking little kid, waiting on you, only for you to never give me anything in return.”

“Relationships aren’t transactional,” She says, bitter. Thick with bitter. Patience running thin.

“No, they aren’t. But they do take work on both sides to work. And I can’t carry the weight of two.”

Valeria is quiet.

“I wish you had left me wandering about you, it would have saved me a lot of heartache,” you pause, “You made me feel like I was your world, then you ripped it away the minute I accepted that.”

“You like accusing me of a lot,” She snaps, the sweet glaze finally washed away, “I gave you everything I could.”

“‘Everything I could’ is disingenuous if you had to divide it three ways.”

Valeria sighs, deep, angry,

“If you would just fucking shut up for once and let me talk you would act right!” Her voice booms, flinch taking your gaze away, your head light as your thoughts block themselves out. You stand spinning, feet still but disoriented, and all of a sudden, you were small again. You were just polishing dishes to make her happy. You were throwing out that perfume you loved and she hated. You were waiting up until you fell asleep on the couch, only to wake up alone with dirty dishes to clean. You are small again.

“Garza.”

His voice cuts through the haze, confident, unwavering. His touch rests on your shoulder blade, weighing you back down on the uncomfortable reality.

“This doesn’t fucking include you.”

He sighs, his fingers gently rubbing your back, warmth seeping through your clothes.

“Could you act grown for once?”

Valeria is quiet.

“Your picket-fence has been sharp as knives. You never loved me. You wanted to collect the hearts you took.”

“I hate how you make me out to be the bad guy.”

“Valeria, I am tired of you. I am so very tired. You owe me so much sleep.”

“Why do you want to give up on us?”

You sigh. The two of you would just talk in circles until one of you died from exhaustion.

“Valeria, I could give you my heart and you would forget you had it. I could tell you time and time again the extent of my love and you would find no worth in it. I could drop everything to make a little piece of your life easier and it isn’t enough for you.”

“You were enough.”

“You say that like a faithless prayer. If I ever was enough you wouldn’t run to other people. If I was enough you wouldn’t have attacked me over a simple question. You wouldn’t assume that I was the thing that always hurt you. You wouldn’t only think of me first when something went wrong. And it doesn’t matter what I tell you, because I know you won’t believe me.”

“Why wouldn’t I believe you?”

“You haven’t believed me before,” You hesitate, the mans presence beside you evident, vulnerable, “I held out every night for you. I thought you’d notice me— not my body, not my wit, not my helpfulness— but me. And that never happened. I told you I felt bad, and I ripped my heart apart to try to get you to care, and the only thing you did with it was turn it against me. You told me I could lean on you then guilted me when I was too heavy.”

You shift, swallowing thick, trying to soothe your constraining throat,

“I remember when you acted like you loved me. You acted like I was your favorite toy, like I was the one you’d keep on your bed, the one you’d put in pretty dresses and kiss before bed. Then the minute— the fucking second— I thought you would be gentle with me, you ripped it all away. I sought after you day after day after day and I got nothing. And now I know, you had the chance to. I just wasn’t your priority.”

She stares. Your eyes tingle.

“I kept convincing myself the more attention and love I gave you, the more I’d receive. That when you didn’t reciprocate, you were just in a bad space. But it’s been years. There hasn’t been a day where I could just talk to you. And I’ve learned now you were spending them with other people. I’ve learned I’m the thing you keep in your back pocket when no one else will talk to you. I’ve learned that I’m the pretty toy you show off that you got just to throw me under your bed. I cannot imagine that you love me when I have never been what you wanted. Bad times come, but bad times don’t mean you run away from love. You go towards it. And you found it else where.”

You swollow again, choking on your own throat,

“I’ve been the stupid schoolgirl chasing someone who never looked me in the eye this entire time. And I feel stupid for it now, but I choose now to break out of it. You never claimed you love me so until we were dead and gone. You can’t dig up the corpse to hold it.”

There is silence. Your heartbeat. Your breathing. Valeria’s eyes burning into you.

“You kept me like a secret but I kept you like an oath.”

Valeria sighs.

Valeria is quiet.

Her eyes don’t meet yours.

“Go back to base, Garza. Before anymore actions are taken over this.”

“You don’t get to be in charge of me—“

“I am. Go back.”

He stands, she stands, finally moving from her place, shooting a glare over her shoulder as she slammed the door behind her, the same pots hitting the wall in her wake. A car door slamming in the same manner. Ignition. The sound leaving in the distance.

You stood, crossing your arms over yourself.

Breathe in, breathe through, breathe deep, breathe out.

The man beside you awkwardly shifts.

“I never got your name,” You say, a little croak in your voice.

“Rodolfo. Sergeant Major Rodolfo Parra.”

You nod to yourself.

“Thank you.”

He hums a quiet response, relaxing his frame.

“I haven’t seen many to go toe to toe with her.”

“Is that a good thing?”

“I would say so,” Rodolfo glances past you, “She’s always had an assertiveness to her, but it devolves into brattiness if pushed enough.”

Quiet.

“Did you two have fights like that before?”

“We’ve had a couple. I joked I would call them the Great Wars. But now I just feel maimed.”

“If I had known about you earlier, I would have warned you earlier,” his voice is soft.

“Have you known her for long?”

“Yeah, grew up in the same area. I vomited on her at her quinceañera.”

“That was you?” You ask with a soft giggle, the noise pulling a soft smile from him.

“Did she still complain about it?”

“Yeah, yeah she did. I thought it was a little silly to still be mad about.”

“I did her a favor. I got her to take off that god-awful dress without having to seduce her.”

“I take it she’s never been able to charm you?”

“No.”

You laugh at that dry response, a comfortable little smile resting on his face, looking down at you with a certain gentleness.

“I don’t handle brats very well.”

You shoot him a curious look.

“Not right now.”

You glance away.

Quiet.

“Thank you for.. all of that.”

He nods.

“I would suggest you try to leave this place. She knows the location too well.”

“I…” You start, his eyes heavy on you, “It’s embarrassing, I don’t really have a way to do that.”

“Did she emotionally trap you to believe that she would be your sole provider while using that to control you in the way she wanted so you were pushed out of any career or financial independence?”

You pause.

“Yeah I guess, sergeant therapist.”

He snickers.

He stops, thinking over your words.

“If you would like, I can set you up living accommodations. No obligation to pay me back in anyway. No obligation to stay. How does that sound?”

“If you weren’t a pretty sergeant I’d say you were trying to kidnap me.”

He shifts a bit at that, flushing a little—

Is that blush?

“Well, If I did that, I’d have Alejandro down my throat. And it’s Sergeant Major.”

“Oh, you two are like that?”

He shoots you a glare.

“You have a dirty mind.”

You giggle, his face having another little smile break out.

“no, we are not,” he says with a head shake like a disappointed father.

You think, not fully clear, but the thought of Valeria randomly popping back up evident. You wouldn’t have to hear the door slam again. The walls rattling because you didn’t win the word game, or because you did. You could do your own dishes. You could strip her from you finally, pulling out the turpentine and mineral spirits, wiping yourself clean with Ivory.

“I think we could work something out like that,” you say softly, sweetly, looking up at him properly. Two moles. Soft eyes. Longer nose than Alejandro.

“You can call me Rudy, if you’d like.”

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yandere-kokeshi · 4 months

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Warnings: yandere behavior, naga AU, and slight NSFW.

A/N: tell me if you'd like more of this wild woman + other characters. Enjoy <3!

I can't stop thinking of Naga! Valeria.

She's a highly venomous Timber Rattlesnake, extremely territorial of her forest. Hisses at anyone, especially at Alejandro, who gets even close to the perimeter. She hates sharing, food is for her and her only; feasts on any animal, and humans she can find, and doesn't care about the wet or dried blood on her face, neck, and naked breasts. Her sharpen eyes only show beast, and loves a game of cat-and-mouse.

So, when she smelled you — a mere human — she smirked. It was yet another game again, which she greatly enjoyed. But when she slithered near you, finding a rather large branch, she watched you from afar for fun.

She admired you from above — looking at a map in your hands, clothes torn and covered in dirt, scrapes on your knees, she smelled different in the air. You weren't any intruder, simply lost. And whilst most were dumb, maybe you were too, but she almost felt… pity?

Her nose scrunched, it— you were different. And she hated it.

The aura of you was different. Her forked tongue came out, tasting the air. And when she did, it hit her like a truck.

You're hers. It was the taste, smell, and pheromone that you gave off. And you were in her pocket. You were Valeria's, her beloved mate, whom she was gonna wreck and keep. There's nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, and absolutely no one else to rely on. She can already imagine it — you, on the floor with her made-pelts as a bed, keeping still with her tail slithering around you and keeping tugged to her naked chest. And that's what she did. She took you, despite your biting and fighting frame — she began to like your feistiness. And now, you live with her, in a large cave who she calls home; keeping you close to her at all times.

Naga! Valeria, whose venom takes a turn on humans: becoming a highly addictive aphrodisiac. And she uses this to her advantage.

After keeping you in the luscious cave, trying to entertain you, you had run. And it angered her.

And now, it's left you being suffocated with her tongue and lips — her hands grasping at your neck to keep you in place. Her tongue goes deep, playing with yours, and purring when you gag. Right as she's done, rubbing her thick tail all around you, she licks her spit-covered lips with your sweet, sweet scent; she can't help but smirk and giggle at your obvious worried expression.

Of course, your lips sting — but not in a bad way. Your fingers graze at your almost-numb but puckered lips, before Valeria's fingers pull away your shaken fingers. When did you start shaking?

Oh boy, and when she touches you? Claws grazing right above your hips, bringing you closer to her warm embrace? You whimper. She purrs in your ear, rubbing her nose into the space between your neck and shoulder. "Someone excited?"

Even if you shake your head, denying it, the minute her claws go inside your pants and near your V-line, you collapse in her arms. Your arms tighten around her, head laying on her naked tits, breathing heavy now, and suddenly feel warm. Too warm for comfort.

She hisses a laugh — and before you know it, her pretty bottom-body is curled all around you like a log, looking down at you with pupils dilated; in a way of saying: "You're mine, whether you like it or not". She tightens her hold when you squirm, holding her claw underneath your chin to give you more kisses. Her tongue licking the salt on your mouth, and teeth gently nibbling your cheek when you heave in hot-breath.

It's only a matter of seconds when Valeria rips off your clothes, playfully biting your ears whilst grumbling on how, 'you don't need 'em clothes' and, 'I'm warm enough to keep you warm'.

By the end of the night — or dawn if you're good at staying up regardless of her relentless tongue, hands, and tail — you're sweaty, sticky, and heaving whilst Valeria snuggles herself into your hair. She draws shapes into your sides, easily threatening you with her silence.

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vhsgoghs · 16 days

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jealousy (Valeria Garza one shot)

Valeria Garza x female reader

Summary: Valeria gets jealous because another boy wants to flirt with her girlfriend.

word count: 1140

note: English isn't my first language but i have done my best, sorry for any mistakes.

★ masterlist here

★ spanish ver on wattpad (vhsgoghs)

Valeria was a jealous woman and everyone knew it, but no one knew it better than her girlfriend herself, (Y/N). She had learned to deal with her jealousy or just not do things that put her in that state, it wasn't too difficult, Valeria was possessive, however, she was not a maniac.

The people who worked for her were not discreet either, they had flirted in her face more than once and if she were in Valeria's place, she would react in exactly the same way, that day was not completely different, (Y/N) liked to look pretty for her girlfriend and that day had been no exception. There was only one problem, and it was the miniskirt she had decided to wear.

(Y/N) balanced on her feet, waiting for Valeria, that day "she was going to arrive later than normal" or that was what the message she had sent her that morning said, usually, they both left the house together, but not that day, and the youngest was starting to get upset because Valeria didn't arrive.

"Are you waiting for Valeria?" That familiar voice made her come out of her bubble.

She didn't remember the boy's name, but she did remember the number of times he had tried to flirt with her, more than once in front of Valeria, that memory made her giggle, the girl nodded at his question.

"Yes, she said she would be late." She shrugged, it wasn't the first time something like this happened.

The girl looked away from him, her eyes rested on the front door, expecting to see her girlfriend enter that very second, but it didn't happen, she sighed disappointed by her own thoughts.

"A girl like you shouldn't be alone." She rolled her eyes trying not to show the irritation she was feeling, she didn't even say anything when she felt his eyes intensely fixed on her bare legs.

"I'm not alone, I'm waiting for my girlfriend," she answered, emphasizing the last two words. "If you don't remember, she's your boss."

The boy giggled, which made her feel even more irritated, but she did her best not to punch him in the nose. In her place, Valeria would have already done it.

"I don't think she'll come now," he said with such certainty that he made her feel disgusted.

She hated when men acted that way, as if it were their right to have a woman, as if it were her obligation to fall for a man's charms, even though that boy didn't have a single charm.

"She's coming."

"How are you so sure?"

"Because I am here. " That voice made the girl want to jump for joy.

She didn't turn to look at her, she just felt a hand surround her waist, forcing her to take a couple of steps back and pressing against a body behind her, (Y/N) wanted to laugh because of the way the boy's smile had been erased. .

"I'm sorry…" he wanted to murmur, but was interrupted by Valeria.

"Get out of here," she said angrily.

Soon the boy disappeared from her sight, the youngest wanted to laugh, however, she felt the pull on her arm that forced her to walk next to Valeria. She was angry, she could tell by the look on her face, but she didn't say anything, she just stayed silent until they reached her office.

She turned to look at her as soon as heard the door slam shut, she didn't do anything wrong, she knew that, because no matter her jealousy, Valeria would never hurt her.

"He's a son of a bitch," she shouted, annoyed. "I'm going to fire him tomorrow."

(Y/N) remained silent before approaching her, her arms surrounded Valeria, she was taller than her and she liked that difference between them.

"Val, it's not worth it," she murmured, she could feel her girlfriend's body relaxing in her arms.

Valeria turned so she could look her in the eyes, she surrounded her with her arms and closed her eyes for a few seconds in an attempt to relax, she hated him, she hated that boy who always wants to flirt with her girlfriend, it was nothing more than a useless asshole who still didn't understand why he was still working for her.

"I hate him," she murmured.

The shorter one laughed and stood on tiptoe to press her lips against Valeria's for several seconds. It always worked when her girlfriend was tense.

"You say it daily."

"I hate him more every day," she replied, rolling her eyes and pressing herself against her girlfriend's body before kissing her again.

(Y/N) she recognized that type of kisses. It was as if she was silently reminding her that she was hers and no one else's, and she didn't care at all.

She didn't care either when she felt how Valeria began to gently push her back, causing her to take a few steps back until she felt how her back bumped against the edge of the desk.

"Val…" she murmured with heavy breathing, "we can't do anything here."

The taller one giggled, holding her hips tightly, forcing her to sit on the desk, that had never stopped her.

“That wasn't a problem last week,” her girlfriend responded, giggling, as she felt Valeria's hands slide under her blouse, her skin was hot.

No, Valeria never hurt her when it came to jealousy or when she was angry, but she always looked for a way to remind her that she was only hers, just as she was doing in those moments when her lips slid to her neck, not caring that they were in a place that anyone else could enter at any time.

(Y/N) felt something tense in her body as someone knocked on the door in such a desperate way that it even made Valeria frown.

"Puta madre" she murmured angrily, the same thing always happened, they were always interrupted. "I'm not done yet, I'll be back."

Valeria walked away from her, leaving her sitting on the desk, her cheeks flushed and her knees slightly trembling. She leave the office, ready to return as soon as possible and continue with what she had left undone.

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donnas-dollface · 3 months

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;33333 girls only want one thing in this lifetime-

#feeling unhinged might delete later 😜#valeria garza #valeria call of duty #valeria cod #mwii valeria #valeria mw2 #valeria x reader #valeria garza x reader #valeria garza x you #valeria garza cod #cod mwiii #modern warfare #cod modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare #modern warefare 2 #call of duty modern warfare 2 #el sin nombre #los vaqueros

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konigsblog · 4 months

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stepdad this stepbro that what about stepmom valeria

tw: stepcest, noncon, manipulation, age gap (mid 20s-40s (not mentioned in this post))

valeria is a mastermind when it comes to manipulation, it's her speciality. as your stepmother, it's her duty to care for you and scold you when you do something she doesn't approve of. instead of yelling at you, she decides to lock you in your bedroom, her fingers finding their way into your panties...

she pumps them into you, her other hand stuffing your mouth to stifle your pleasured sounds. she tells you it's alright for her to abuse you like this, that she's shaping you into a respectful woman. she watches you unfold on her hand; becoming easy to influence and manipulate. she pushes you down against your bed, degrading you for doing such horrible things.

she finds herself on top of you, rubbing your nipples while you cry and shake, needily gripping her breasts as well. her nails scratch at your skin, pushing you to her nipple and watching as you latch onto it, sucking at her tits greedily whilst she continues fucking your pussy with her long fingers.

#orla speaks #valeria call of duty #valeria x reader #valeria garza #valeria cod #valeria mw2 #valeria x you #valeria garza x reader #valeria garza x you #tw stepcest #stepcest cw #tw: stepcest #tw: non con #tw noncon #tw: noncon

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luci4theminorannoyance · 4 months

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hello💖

can I ask for a one-shot of valeria getting jealous coz some of her men are kinda flirty with us? Pretty pleaasee😭😭

a/n: sure!! Like most requests, this one’s been sitting in my drafts for a while 😭 lots of Valeria x fem reader today cuz I’m clearing out my drafts

Valeria:

Jealousy was something Valeria was never proud of, she was a cartel boss. She was above things like jealousy over a simple flirt among her men

but when it came to you? you were hers, and she was closed to punching the next one of her workers that flirted with you. Even when it was a joke it still made her blood boil and her hand move to your shoulder. She wanted everyone to know exactly who you were with

The second she caught one of her bought-off soldiers jokingly hitting you up with a cheesy pickup line, she walked in between the two of you. Her eyes looked so damn cold over something you thought was so little as she pulled you away. She basically had you next to her the entire day after that, you were her girlfriend. And her men needed to get that though their thick skulls.

but of course she wasn’t mad at you! You hadn’t done a single thing wrong, so per usual, she spoiled you any chance she got. Showing her men how to really treat someone as pretty as you.

#requests open #cod mw2 #cod fic #luci44_writing #cod headcanons #cod hcs #headcannons #valeria cod #valeria call of duty #valeria headcanons #valeria x reader #valeria garza #valeria mw2 #valeria x y/n #valeria x you #valeria garza x fem!reader #valeria garza x reader #valeria garza x you

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hereisrachel · 5 months

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It's funny how some people portray Valeria in Alejandro fanfics as villain who steals alejandro from you when she would actually steal you from alejandro

#valeria garza #valeria garza cod #valeria cod #valeria mw2 #valeria call of duty #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod #cod mwii #call of duty x reader #cod mwf2 #cod modern warfare

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krquietness · 4 months

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| ⟢ | ᴛᴜᴄᴋ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴏsᴀʀʏ sᴀʏ ɪ'ᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴀɪɴᴛ.

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty edit #valeria garza #valeria cod #valeria call of duty #valeria mw2 #cod edit

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stargirlrchive · 7 months

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me w/ valeria

#like mommy.. pls #give me a chance 😏😞#valeria garza #valeria cod #valeria call of duty #cod #call of duty

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illusivesoulgaming · 9 months

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"I belive the corporal"

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here-but-forgotten · 2 months

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tolerate losing me. /Valeria/wife!reader.

part one | fight. toxic yuri. emotional not goodness. mentions of infidelity. Alejandro mention. a bit toxic.

this was the only time you were wishing she would ignore you— ever intense eyes peering to meet yours. The kitchen light is off. They’re all off. And she stands there— the woman who used to make your heart flutter like a childhood crush, who pulled you from your pain like a savior, whose eyes used to soften when they met yours like a too perfect love novel,

“you’re losing me.”

You repeat, your eyes at the counter. Her hands resting on the counter. her body leaning forward. The counter separating the two of you. and it was still.

everything was. is. valeria. you. the night. the house. the house she tried to claim was a home. but it wasn’t still like water, not like a safely ignored puddle that floated little leaves like a lake, no. it is like a too-tight sweater that would choke you if you moved wrong, a mouthful off too much food that would choke you, water going down your throat wrong.

“I know, I never give you enough time,” Valeria starts— slow, poisonous, cold— “I know it’s always my fault.”

“I never said it was.”

“You don’t have to say it, you act like it. I know you act like this whole life I’ve given you has been a waste. I know all my time I gave you has been a waste in your eyes. I know I can’t do enough for you.” Snappy. Cruel.

“I know my pain is an imposition,” You murmur.

Your eyes stay on the stone.

“I’ve slaughtered men to give you this— do you think i’ll just let you leave?” her voice cracks, words too rushed to be confident.

“Maybe it would have been more efficient if you married them.”

She breathes in, a sort of shocked sound.

“You’re actually serious?”

“You’re just never here, and when you are, I feel like I’m just a burden, like a chore you don’t look forward to.”

“With you acting like this, you are.”

Your chest twists, like pulling your leg in the wrong direction.

“I wouldn’t have married me either,” You whisper, “And I wish you hadn’t.”

Still. Again. Air thick. Night dark. Eyes locked on stone like it would be something to save you, something to get you out.

You breathe in, a shaky breath, lip trembling,

“I know you don’t understand, and I don’t really expect you to anymore,” You try to keep your voice even, throat scratching.

“You’re right, I don’t understand how you’re acting like such a brat after what I’ve given you. I’ve given you everything you could have wanted— you have money, you’re safe, you can get whatever you want— and you still bitch and whine like I don’t do anything for you.”

Your lip wobbles.

“I just wanted you. I wanted to be yours, and I wanted you to be mine. I just wanted to be your equal. I gave you the best version of me. I tried,”

You breathe in deep, finally gazing at her hands,

“I tried to be your strongest, I tried to be the best little me, I tried to take up as little space, I tried to give you all my empathy,”

You shift on your feet; her empty ring finger is tapping impatiently on the counter,

“I know I loved you. And i convinced myself you loved me. But I don’t think that’s true anymore.”

“I’ve come back in fucking stitches for you.” She hissed, seething.

“Did you tell him that too?”

“I did that for my job—“

“But you lied about that too.”

“I love you and this is what I get,” Valeria lowers her voice, speaking through her teeth.

“How can you say you love me when you haven’t noticed anything wrong?” You ask, voice soft. Small.

That’s how she makes you feel. Made you feel. Small. She takes your being and she crumbles it down until she can fit you in her pocket and forget about you long enough to forget what’s digging into her skin.

“You’re always moody.”

“I mess up and I know that, I don’t know why you can’t admit you mess up sometimes too.”

“I’m not here long enough to need to do that.”

“I know.”

Your heartbeat is the only noise for a while. Beating in your ears. If you had counted the rhythm, maybe you would have known how much time had passed.

“Why?”

“Why what?” Valeria snaps, a little too quickly.

“Why were you with him? What about ‘work’ would need you to be with him?”

“There are things you don’t understand—“

“I fucking know that, that’s why I’m asking,” You snap, a little too quickly, the words leaving you before you had the chance to catch them.

Valeria stops. And normally you would pick your words back up, hide them again, try to tell her you didn’t mean it, yet,

“I don’t know anything about what you do. I know barely anymore about you. I know what you have crafted for me, but that’s it.”

“I’m trying to keep you safe, but if you want to get yourself killed—”

“—I don’t know how fucking your colonel is a part of that—”

“—Then i’ll let you do it.”

Her words fall into place in your head after a moment, your eyes stinging.

“What?”

Valeria is quiet.

“You want me to die?”

“No— I didn’t mean it like that—“

“How else do you mean that?”

Valeria is quiet.

“Why do you even keep me around then? Just to be convenient? Just to be able to have someone to talk at?”

Valeria is quiet.

“Do you just want a toy? To keep around?”

Valeria is quiet.

“You’re losing me and you don’t care to fight for it.”

“I never said that.”

“You don’t have to say that, you act like it.“

Valeria is quiet.

You might just have dealt the final blow.

“I’m only here when you want it. Some days I get two sentences out of you before you go away again. If i’m lucky I get a ‘good night’. I’m lucky if I get to see you on the weekend. But I normally don’t.”

Valeria is quiet.

“You left your phone here. One of them.”

Valeria shifts.

“You seem to be able to talk to everyone except me.”

“It’s not like that—“

“I don’t know how flirting with a man you’re not married to, who is your superior, who you’ve apparently known your whole life, how fucking a man you’re not married to because you asked him to, isn’t like that.”

“Why would you invade my space like that?”

“It’s not invading when you’ve given me explicit permission. I suppose I just found the one that was the worst to find.”

She shifts again, turning away from the counter.

“It was for work.”

Her voice is finally soft. Not commanding. Not booming. Not snapping.

“You can flirt for work but ignore your wife for years?”

“I haven’t been ignoring you.”

“What would you call it then? Not paying me any attention no matter how much I reach for you, no matter how much I beg, no matter how much I strip myself back into the most raw, vulnerable pieces of me, no matter what I do not being good enough for you— what else is that?”

“It’s ignoring you.”

That’s an argument you wish you hadn’t won.

“I knew you had a couple of phones, for work,” you start, moving away from the counter, “But I didn’t know about that grey one.”

Valeria goes still.

“Who is Judith?”

“You’re playing a dangerous game.”

“I’m not too scared. You’ve already killed me.”

Valeria sighs.

“She has nice tits but she’s not who you’re married to. Unless this whole ‘married’ thing was a lie. I might believe you if it was.”

Valeria is quiet.

“Please just fucking say something.”

“I loved you.”

You nod, to yourself. She isn’t looking at you.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t enough to keep around. But I wish you had let me go sooner.”

“you were enough.”

Your lip trembles. Again.

“I don’t believe many of the words coming out of your mouth anymore.”

“Did you tell Alejandro?”

“Who?”

She sighs.

“The man.”

“I wouldn’t know his name. I just found out about it.”

She sighs.

“I don’t appreciate the accusation but, I suppose that type of thing doesn’t matter anymore.”

“I know I talk to you everyday like you need but I do care about you.”

“I find that hard to believe,” You murmur, soft, “I don’t need everyday, I just needed more than twice a month when you’re horny.”

She scoffs, but doesn’t say anything.

Valeria is quiet.

You are quiet.

The house is quiet.

“I need to go out,” Valeria finally says, moving towards the door, “I’m sorry I’m leaving you alone.”

“I’m used to it.”

“I don’t need your snark.”

“That wasn’t snark.”

She stops for a moment, pulling something out of her pocket, resting it on the counter with a soft clink.

“You… I want you to keep this place,” She whispers, her voice wobbling, “And you can burn all my shit. I won’t come back… if you don’t want me to.”

“Okay.”

“That’s it?” Her voice turns towards you, your eyes lost in a corner of the room, “I get ‘okay’?”

“I’ve already done a lot of talking.”

She pauses.

“I suppose you have.”

She steps, pulling the door open silently, slamming it behind her.

A pot on the wall jumps, hitting the wall.

And the house is quiet.

And your heartbeat has softened.

And it is quiet, as usual, but there’s a weight lifted.

You move, walking through the house silently—

“Burn all my shit— you already took it,” You murmur to yourself, finally turning on a light, warm light filling the room. There was nothing of hers left. Nothing that mattered. A pair of socks. An undershirt. A receipt. One of her burner phones. Moving without thought, you pick the phone up; caller id’s in Spanish or code, nothing particular sticking out, only that the man seemed to have had the same fight you just did. There’s a couple of angry voice mails. In Spanish. A mans voice. You hear the name Valeria but don’t listen too hard. A lot of aggressive “¿Que?”’s thrown in there. You put the phone down, looking at the rather dumb caller I.D. “CAV”. One word. All caps.

But you listen. You throw the clothes outside. You throw the receipt in the trash. But you keep that phone. And you watch it. And the pain sets into your chest— hollow and painful, twisting, like an open gash where the blood is only making it worse.

The phone is in terrible condition. Looks like it went through war. The screen is partially shattered, only being held together with a screen protector and a layer of clear tape. Dust. Gun powder, probably.

I don’t know why there would be gun powder. She didn’t make her own bullets. She never filled her own cartridges

You adjust, a moment of.. calm, taking over your mind. Finally. After so long. Just calm. No nagging. No words echoing. Just quiet in your head.

Why would she take her phone into active areas? Can’t you easily track a phone?

You watch the phone, opening it again, the settings set for most tracking permissions.

That’s a stupid decision. A deadly one, really.

You place the phone down. The screen lights up.

I.D.- CAV.

#valeria garza x reader #valeria cod #angst #valeria mw2 #valeria x reader #valeria garza x fem!reader #valeria garza #valeria call of duty #call of duty #modern warfare 2 #cod mw2 #cod #these have been my vent fics #and yes CAV is colonel alejandro vargas #tolerate it.

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the-ineffable-cross · 7 months

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If cod characters had unjustified fears, im talking: phobia of butterflies, fear of bees even though they’re not allergic, refusal to do anything involving getting close to anytype of fowl, flinching when near party balloons even when they’re in no danger of popping.

What would their ridiculous fears be and why.

OMG THIS IS ACTUALLY AMAZING

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Ghost is fucking PETRIFIED of mice because they're tiny and half the time he can't see them scuttling around. Even pet mice, he's scared as hell of them. Will refuse to go near them at all.

Price would definitely be scared of insects. They have too many legs and eyes, and that freaks him out.

Soap is scared of horses and refuses to tell anybody why. It's because one looked at him 'maliciously'as a child, and he has been terrified ever since.

Gaz hates balloons popping. Scares the shit out of him and he is always on edge around them.

Roach is scared of cats. Not because one has scratched him, it's because he's scared of them scratching him.

Alejandro is scared of the ocean. Not because it's deep or anything. It's just fills him with a sense of dread.

Rudy is scared of Zebras. He had a crisis over the "black with white stripes or white with black stripes?" dilemma and now refuses to even talk about them, let alone go near them if Alejandro ever drags them both to a zoo.

Alex is scared of otters because he saw them breaking a clam open with a rock one time and was scared HE would get bashed with a rock by some otters.

Farah is scared of prosciutto (reference to the cheese board post, lmao). She refused to admit that is is a real word because it freaks her the hell out to the endth degree.

Valeria is scared of butterflies. There are too many kinds and colours for her liking. "They act too casual to not be up to something" is how she would justify herself.

König is scared of losing the end of the tape roll because he knows he won't be able to find it again.

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WEEEEE THIS WAS SO FUN

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vhsgoghs · 23 days

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bodyguard (Valeria Garza one shot)

Valeria Garza x female reader

Summary: Valeria confesses to the girl she works for that she has been thinking about her in a different way. word count: 1700 note: English isn't my first language but i have done my best, sorry for any mistakes.

★ masterlist here ★ spanish ver on wattpad (vhsgoghs)

Valeria was pretty and (Y/N) wasn't going to deny it, no matter how much she hated it.

Her father had hired her a little over a year ago, she didn't know much about her, starting a conversation with her wasn't easy and she didn't seem to like her so much either, so she had just given up..

She was ex-military, that was all she knew about her, she was curious why she had abandoned that life and why she was now in charge of taking care of a 21-year-old girl who spent her days locked within the four walls of her room.

She remembered that night well because it was one of the few times she had gone out late with Valeria, she hated having her around all the time, but her father was an important man, in the past people had tried to attack her and her father was not going to risk it once again.

Then Valeria appeared. She was too serious, (Y/N) had tried to start a conversation with her more than once, but she just didn't seem to want to talk to her, of course, it wasn't at all for the reasons she thought.

Valeria liked her much more than she ever imagined, she simply decided to take her distance and do her job in silence.

That night something broke between them.

(Y/N) had decided to go to the mall, perhaps a little later than she should have and for that very reason, the sun had already set when she planned to return home.

Valeria was more tired than normal, although she tried to hide it, her expressions of exhaustion did not go unnoticed by (Y/N), who more than once asked her if she wanted to sit down and rest, but she refused.

Until at some point she couldn't take it anymore and simply plopped down on one of the benches in the almost empty mall. Valeria sighed exhausted and (Y/N) had to stop to look at her.

"I told you to come home two hours ago," she said in that tone of voice she always used after winning an argument.

"Who spends more than two hours at the mall?" Valeria asked irritably.

She never shopped that way, whenever she needed something new, she would go to the mall, go to a specific store and leave there in less than fifteen minutes. On the other hand, the girl next to her was the complete opposite.

"Why are you so tired?" she asked out of mere curiosity, she sat next to her and turned for a few seconds to organize the bags with her purchases before returning her attention to Valeria.

"I couldn't sleep well," she replied simply. It wasn't entirely a lie, but of course she didn't mention the part where the girl appeared in her dreams.

"Oh… You don't talk about yourself so much, do you?" Valeria shook her head and rubbed her face gently in an attempt to dispel her sleep.

"Why do you want to know about me?"

"Well, you're the only person I see literally every day and I don't even know your last name."

Valeria laughed lightly because she knew that wasn't entirely true, it was just that the girl was too forgetful to remember her last name, which she never mentioned often.

"Garza." she reminded her.

(Y/N) nodded and looked away, the tips of her feet moved restlessly, those seconds of rest had been enough to dissipate all her energy and suddenly, she felt like going home.

"What about your life in the army?" She asked.

Valeria thought about it for a few seconds, she never talked about it, and there was nothing to talk about, or at least nothing that she wanted to remember.

"We have to go, it's late." Valeria patted her leg and stood up from her place.

(Y/N) was confused by her sudden change of mood, she turned to take the bags with her purchases and walked quickly behind Valeria, trying to keep up with her, it had already happened more than once: when Valeria didn't want to respond to her questions, she simply began to walk quickly, and it was always difficult for her to keep up with her. Unlike Valeria, she had short legs.

"Hey!" she complained, walking faster.

Valeria didn't stop her pace until they were both outside the mall, she slowed her pace when they entered between the cars in the parking area, that was when she was finally able to catch up with her, just when Valeria was distracted by opening the car door.

"Why do you never talk about your past?" she asked. She thought that if she pushed her hard enough, she might know more about her, she didn't like knowing anything about the person who literally lived with.

"Why do you insist so much?" Valeria growled when the car didn't seem to want to open.

"Well, we live under the same roof." She shrugged, the grip on her bags starting to hurt her arm, but she didn't say anything, Valeria already looked stressed trying to fight against the car door.

Several seconds passed until she finally seemed to give up, she was tired and stressed. That was not her best day as a bodyguard, in fact, she felt like she was doing a terrible job, under other circumstances, she would have already been fired, but (Y/N) would never fire her.

Seconds later, Valeria gave up, sighed frustrated and looked at the girl next to her, who was leaning on the car, watching how the older girl failed when trying to get into it, of course she didn't mention the part where Valeria stopped in front the wrong car, she thought it was funny that she was so distracted.

Valeria's eyes weren't looking at her, she had a lost look and seemed to be thinking about something, (Y/N) was afraid to interrupt her until she finally reacted. She stopped struggling against the car door and turned to look at her.

"I've had some dreams," she admitted.

"About what?" she asked now with more curiosity, that explained her tiredness.

Valeria looked at her for a few seconds, she narrowed her eyes undecided about what she was about to say, what could she lose? Her work was unlikely, maybe just the little trust she had gained over the girl.

"About us" she spoke. She was silent for a few seconds before continuing, she wanted to see her reaction up close. "Kissing."

The girl opened her eyes in surprise, she felt her body tremble and forced herself to maintain her composure, she cleared her throat and stood up again, a smile wanted to form on her face, the same Valeria Garza admitting that she wanted to kiss her? Or something like that.

"And I was a good kisser?" She tried to follow her game, now she was more curious than before.

"I'm not sure." Valeria raised an eyebrow, she expected the girl to feel intimidated or scared, but she seemed to want to play along with her and she wasn't going to be left behind. "Would you mind if I checked?"

(Y/N) she tensed up completely, her breath hitched in her throat, was that a hint or was she just playing? If it was the last option, surely Valeria wouldn't try anything.

Then she shook her head in the negative.

And that was enough signal for Valeria to approach her, she put her hands around her hips to bring her closer and did not hesitate to press her lips against the girl's.

She didn't resist, her lips followed the slow rhythm that Valeria had begun to set, one of the older woman's hands slid to the back of her neck, bringing her closer to her, Valeria's lips felt so good against hers that she couldn't believe that they had spent so much time living together without having kissed her.

"Excuse me?" An unknown voice interrupted them. She separated from the youngest, who looked away from her embarrassed. "You're blocking my car."

"I'm sorry."

Valeria moved somewhat embarrassed, she was not someone who was easily embarrassed, but that time had been an exception. She took (Y/N)'s hand and gently pulled her in search of her car. The youngest giggled, she had never seen Valeria embarrassed or sorry for anything.

It took them less than five minutes to find the car, something they would have done well from the beginning if Valeria hadn't been thinking about the girl's lips on hers, their hands were joined in a different way, it wasn't like when Valeria took her hand to force her to walk.

However, that didn't last too long, Valeria needed both hands to open the car door and take the girl's bags, which she left on the back seat.

"Aren't you going to get in the car?" she asked, noticing that she didn't seem to want to move, she still felt a little dazed that her bodyguard had kissed her so suddenly.

"You kissed me." Valeria nodded and frowned in confusion. Maybe she shouldn't have done it.

"It bother you?" She was now confused. She hadn't moved away from her, she expected maybe a couple of smacks claiming that she couldn't kiss the girl she worked for.

“No, it took me by surprise,” she admitted. Of course she hadn't minded, more than once she had thought about how it would feel to kiss Valeria.

Valeria nodded, approached her again and gently pulled her to the car so she could finally return home, she was tired, they could talk about it later, although there wasn't much to talk about, she felt that that kiss was more than enough.

"We have to go" she murmured. She opened the passenger door so (Y/N) could get in, and she did so without saying anything.

Valeria leaned down to gently press her lips against the girl's again, before move away and closing the car door.

She remained motionless for a few seconds. She had done it so naturally that began to wonder if it would become something common between them, she didn't mind at all if she did.

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