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sardonic-the-writer · 8 months

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𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨, 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞, & 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐀 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐰 𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐄𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ warnings: mentions of self depreciating thoughts

↳ song: be nice to me—the front bottoms

masterlist!

𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨

• He is the best at assuring you that you're beautiful; no matter the time of day. Flattery is one of his love languages after all

• Whispers sweet nothings to you as he hugs you from behind, doing his best to squash each and every negative thought that pops up

• Most of what he says is in his mother tounge. It's a lot easier for Alejandro to spill his heart out to you that way. If you know spanish, he just smiles as he buries his face in your neck—placing soft kisses along your skin. If not, he'll gently translate it with just as much love as the first times

• Even though he might be a villian, Alejandro wont stand to see anyone put you down. Anyone. Not Heather, Duncan, Mal, Chris; you name it. He'll shut them down with a quick witted quip, tight smile conveying his true emotions

• Is adamant that is he doesn't win the game, he wants you to. After all how could you not? You're smart and courageous and stunning and—

• "Okay okay Al. I get it." You shook your head playfully, sighing

• You're the only one that gets to call him that. It's the only way he won't shiver when he hears the nickname. Plus he likes how it sounds coming from you

• "Anything for you amore."

𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞

• Mike is in absolute disbelief that you'd ever think you were anything short of amazing. I mean, really? You of all people thinking thst you don't measure up to others? Impossible. He just doesn't understand

• Mike is comforting in the aspect that he doesn't get it. One of the reasons he has a giant crush on you in the first place is, well, literally everything about you

• He adores you, and will go on small tangents about all the things he loves about you without even noticing

• "—and I mean don't even get me started on your kindness!" Mike laughed with heat tinting the top of his ears. He had been talking for quite some time now, not noticing that you had been staring at him with a greatful shine in your eyes

• Once you sit down and explain that it's a mental state, he just sort of goes. Oh. And then proceeds to hug you tightly. And I mean tightly. This guy has some strength on him—we've all seen how he nearly crushed Cameron that one time

• "I'll always be here for you!" He titters happily. "I think you're amazing no matter what!"

• Probably calls you awesome sauce anytime he notices you feeling down. It's so ridiculous that it just manages to cheer you up everytime

𝐌𝐚𝐥

• Durring All Stars, all Mal can think about is winning. He doesn't have time for pesky emotions like all the other peons. It'd just slow him down

• "Why do I care if they feel like dirt. It's not my problem they can't keep their eyes on the prize." Mal frowns at the confessional camera deeply. Normally, he'd be downright gleeful at the prospect of someone being thrown off their game. But he can only bring himself to glower

• For the sake up keeping up appearances, and only for the sake of keeping up appearances, he'll approach you this one time

• "Hey there buddy!" He dragged out the y in hey, hair flipped up on his forehead to look like Mike. "What's wrong?"

• Tells himself that he's only doing this to blackmail you later

• Cameras later cut to another one of Mals' confessionals. This time, he refuses to make eye contact with the lense

• "Maybe I helped them feel a little better. So fucking what." He glares. "It's not like I care or anything. Because I don't." Mal makes sure to emphasize that last sentence deeply

• He doesn't seem to mean it

𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐚

• His way of comforting you consists of taking his hat off and placing it on your head for you to wear. All while ruffling your hair

• Isn't opposed to sitting and listening to what's got you down in the dumps. He can't promise that he'll offer good advice, but the time spent with you is his way of showing that he cares

• Resorts to sly compliments and winks to try and make you feel better

• "Come on. Let's see that smile! Ah there it is, you beaut!"

• Later, he presents you with a nice rock from some excavating he had been doing for fun. Said it reminded him of you the moment he had dug it out

𝐒𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐚

• "Zis vill not ztand!"

• Svetlana immediately grabs you by the shoulders and brings you closer to her, an extremely serious look on her face as your eyes widen

• "You are ze best person Svetlana knows!" She furrows her brows. You begin to say something, but she cuts you off immediately. "You vil not slander your amazingness. Svetlana will not alow it!"

• Even if it was just a small self-loathing joke you made, or a giant trauma dump, she'll always act with the same intensity. Will not let you think for a single second that you're worth less than you really are

• Absolutely does silly tricks to cheer you up. Even pretends to fail a couple just to hear you laugh

• "Silly Svetlana!" She sighs dramatically from her spot on the ground, peaking an eye open when you're not looking to smile at the way you laugh

𝐕𝐢𝐭𝐨

• For once in his life time he stops flexing to listen to you

• Is absolutely baffled. Perhaps even a little bamboozled

• "Ayo, I know no one can ever measure up to tha Vito, but you're a close second." He smiles charmingly with his hands on his hips. It's his highest verson of a compliment

• Offers to take you out for a tan session at the lake. Insists that it always makes him feel better and that it will for you to. It's not like he's just saying that so he can see you in a swimsuit. Why would you ever think that?

• "Okay okay, you caught me. But it's only because I think you're smoking ho— ow!"

• Pretends to recoil in pain when you hit him, complaining about how strong you are. Is pleaded when you have to hide a smile at his antics

• "There we go sunshine! Now come on let's go. I know you're just waiting to get a peice of this action on the beach."

• You smile and tell him to shut up

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spaceagerabbit · 1 year

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i want this man to do the most horny, disrespectful, downright nasty things to me and i hope to god that alain mesa nevers finds this post because i could not even claim that i was making a joke

i wont him

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daisies-daydreams · 11 months

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Hi! I hope you're having a good day. I wanted to ask if you could please write a fluffy/angsty scenario where Alejandro Vargas comforts his wife whose having anxiety about being a first-time mom? Thank you!!

Pairing: Alejandro Vargas x Pregnant!Wife!Reader Category: Fluff/Angst Warnings: Mentions of Morning Sickness, Pregnancy

Word Count: 987

A/N: Hello! Thank you for your lovely request! I’m a sucker for domestic scenarios. 🥰 I apologize, my Spanish is pretty rusty but I tried to be as accurate as possible. I hope you enjoy!

Warm sunlight poured over your face and cascaded down the soft fabric of your maternity dress. You closed your eyes and took in a deep breath. You swayed back and forth in your rocking chair while rubbing your swollen belly. The deck creaked below you with each sway of the chair. Your eyes snapped open when you felt a small kick below your palm.

“Hello, little one,” you whispered with a smile. Another kick reverberated against your hand as if they were answering. You grinned as you continued to rub your abdomen, taking in the sound of the summer breeze rustling the nearby trees. Heavy footsteps thudded behind you. You turned your head to see Alejandro smiling warmly. He carried two glasses of horchata in his large hands. You returned his gentle expression as you took the beverage in your hands. He kissed your lips softly before sliding into the chair next to yours.

“¿Cómo te sientes hoy, cariño?” he asked sweetly. You sighed, taking a small sip of your drink. Notes of cinnamon and vanilla coated your tongue, blending pleasantly before you swallowed.

“Estoy muy cansada,” you replied with a weak laugh. “It felt like I didn’t get any sleep at all last night,” you continued, eyes watching the hummingbirds flick back and forth around the nectar-filled feeder that hung nearby. Alejandro nodded, recalling how he helped you wash your hair after you threw up several times throughout the night. He set his drink down on the side table and took your hand in his, stroking your knuckles with his thumb.

“Lo siento, mi amor,” he apologized. You smiled at him as he massaged the back of your hand.

“Thank you, Ale,” you sighed. He nodded. Your heart melted when he brought your hand up to his lips.

“I’m sorry it’s been so hard, mi corazón,” he whispered. You smiled, bringing his hand down to your tummy. He gasped when your baby kicked again, this time much harder. You winced at the harsh, internal impact. “Ay, te comportas,” Alejandro clicked his tongue playfully. You quietly laughed, shoulders bouncing before you took another slow sip of horchata. You smacked your lips, drawing out a heavy sigh as a hummingbird drew closer to you. You held your breath as its wings buzzed quietly, its small, emerald head tilting as it observed you. The bird’s ruby throat puffed out before it quickly zipped away into a nearby tree.

“Magnífico,” Alejandro murmured, his lips cracked into a wonder-struck grin. You nodded, watching as more of the tiny birds dipped and swerved around. He squeezed your hand, drawing your eyes to him. “(Y/N)…I want you to know that I’m so amazed by you,” he breathed. You tilted your head. He clasped his other hand above yours, his thumb still stroking your soft palm. “You’ve been so strong through all of this, mi vida. I know this is our very first child, and-” his words halted when he saw tears well in your eyes.

“¿Cariño?¿Qué te pasa?” he asked, his brows knitting together as he wiped a tear that rolled down your cheek. You released a shaky sigh as you sobbed, the waterfalls ceaselessly pouring from your eyes. Alejandro frowned, patiently waiting for your response.

“What if…What if I’m not ready, Ale?” you cried. Your husband reached over, taking your cup from you and placing it next to his.

“Not ready for what, (Y/N)? To be a mother?” he asked. You nodded and sniffed. He hummed, his hands coming up again to wipe the wet stains on your face. “Ven aquí, bebé,” he murmured softly while patting his thigh. You wiped your eyes before he helped you onto his lap. You sat on his sturdy thighs, his hand bracing the outside of your leg. Your face crashed into his shoulder. He stroked your back and whispered sweet words as you soaked his shirt with your tears.

“I’m so scared,” you confessed with a shaky breath. Alejandro pulled back to look at you, his eyes studying your worn features. “Th-There’s just so many unknowns. What if the baby doesn’t latch right away? What if something happens in the middle of the night? When I’m not around?” you rambled. You swallowed a lump in your throat, your husband’s eyes steady on you. “What if I…I just can’t do it,” you shook. Alejandro was silent, his hand pressing on the small of your back. Your bottom lip trembled, pain and exhaustion ricocheting through every bone in your body.

“Hey, look at me,” he commanded gently. You slowly tilted your head up, his hand on your thigh coming up to cup your chin. You blushed as he captured your lips in a deep kiss. You melted into the tender embrace, your hands coming up to stroke up his chest. Alejandro’s thumb caressed your chin before he pulled away. “Cariño, this will be a first for both of us. Will we make mistakes? Sí, all parents do,” he said firmly. You sighed, your body sinking into his hold. “I believe in you, (Y/N)-I believe in us. And we’re going to raise this baby the best we can,” Alejandro said with a sturdy resolution. Your frown slowly shifted into a small grin. You nodded.

“Te amo, mi corazón,” Alejandro whispered gently, his words falling over you like the calming breeze. You laughed quietly, his hand coming up to swipe at the small waterfalls cascading down your weary face.

“Te amo, Ale,” you said, nuzzling your cheek against his. You felt him smile at his nickname, his arms coming to squeeze you tightly as he planted small kisses over your face. Both of you remained seated on your porch, holding each other tenderly. You soon nodded off in his arms, head rolling into his chest. Alejandro smiled, brushing hair out of your face before he too slipped into an afternoon nap.

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Thank you for reading! ❤️

Translations:

¿Cómo te sientes hoy, cariño? - How are you doing today, honey?

Estoy muy cansada - I’m very tired.

Lo siento, mi amor - I’m sorry, my love.

Mi corazón - My heart

Ay, te comportas - Hey, behave yourself.

Mi vida - My life.

Magnífico - Magnificent

¿Cariño?¿Qué te pasa? - Honey? What’s wrong?

Ven aquí, bebé - Come here, baby.

Sí - Yes

Te amo - I love you.

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yandere-kokeshi · 1 year

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— You're safe.

Pairing: yandere alejandro x gn reader

Summary: Alejandro comforts you from a trauma-related panic attack after he comes home from a mission.

Warnings: themes of ptsd, mentions of SA, crying and anxiety; a lot of comfort with this man that was needed <3

A/N: this was written after I had a panic attack a few days ago. Hope you enjoy :].

Please tell me if these translations are wrong. While I did use Google translate- I don't trust it.

You couldn’t stop hiccuping — not after smelling their perfume. Their breath. Their fog of abuse and drenched horror. The musk of tobacco weaved in.

Your scars reopened. Bleeding and tearing. The beating and battering. The yelling and crying.

Memories raced throughout your mind. They remembered your fears, your weaknesses, the lack of control, and helplessness amid someplace that should feel safe.

Rocking back and forth, you kept pressing your knees to your chest, shaking your head with the beatings of the drums; connecting your soul with the music.

You felt blood dripping from your nose, onto your arms but you didn’t care. You couldn’t.

Tears rolled down your cheeks, cooling your heated face. Why did your chest have to hurt so bad?

“—Crying?”

You squeezed your eyes closed, wincing as you heard its voice. The voice of the monsters of the damned. Its voice was there. Haunting you just like they said. They didn’t listen to your sympathy, the freedom you begged for.

“—Love?”

Suddenly, a gentle hand was put on your shoulder, causing you to scream and throw yourself backwards.

“Don’t!” You cried out before pushing yourself against the bedroom wall, shifting to your side so your back was shown, hoping it would hurt less with the marks that were about to happen.

Hyperventilating, you could only hear a voice — but a voice that was calming. Recognizable. A good recognizable. Telling you that it’s safe. That you could come into its arms and cry. Get comfort.

“Mi amada, It’s me. Alejandro.” He kneeled in front of the bed, peacefully showing his hands.

Looking behind you, you saw his face. Alejandro. Your Alejandro.

The man that you loved and adored. You’re safe. At home. With Alejandro. Nobody else was here.

You could feel the invisible snake tightening around your stomach, threatening you with its coils. Telling — reminding you to never ever tell anyone.

You mouthed, trying to speak but all came out as nothing. Sounds only escaped when he grabbed your wrists, pulling your form into his chest.

“Ven aquí, mi amor. You’re hurting yourself.”

Squeezing your eyes shut, you clung to his uniform as the whispers from the abyss got louder. Escaping. That’s all you wanted.You wanted this to stop. The flashing images. The laughing — the scars and blood itched.

“He’s not here. It’s not real. You’re safe. With me.”

“But, it’s - real. I can feel the–”

“–He’s gone now. Nobody will hurt you again.” His hands cupped your cheeks, wiping the blood off of you. His hands weren’t yanking or pulling. They were gentle, warm- comforting. They were soft and careful. Loving towards you.

“I promise you, cosa dulce. Nothing will hurt you.”

You pulled your arms around his neck — feeling the ground swallow you both as you clenched his shoulders tightly. Closing your eyes tightly, you shook in fear.

Exercise. Deep breathes. Ground yourself. Look around. Count your scars and marks.

He rubbed your back, kissing your neck and jaw as he lifted and carried you. Tears were still falling, and the tightness of your chest exploded. Everything was healing. Going away. Just slowly.

Alejandro hushed your sniffles, calmly stroking your back as he set you on top of his lap. “Those thoughts can be scary but you’re safe.”

You put your hands beside your head, shaking it. Not believing everything. You were safe?

His smell weaved in. Taking over the horrible, horrible one. His addictive and calming musk. You kept your eyes shut, fearing if you opened them. You’ll see them.

“I thought you were - I don’t–” You hiccuped out, yet you couldn’t form a sentence without your body shaking and crawling. You shook your hands as if they were wet and you were trying to dry them — shaking off the sweat. The tears. The blood.

“Can I hug you?” He saw you nod. Almost hesitantly. He grabbed your body, pulling it closer to his as he rested your head against his neck. His arms surround your back, shoulders, and waist.

“Deep breaths, can you do that?” He asks, placing his forehead against yours, fingers drawing shapes onto your arms and legs.

“I– don’t know,”

“Hold my hands” He gives them to you, grasping yours as squeezes them twice — alerting you. Telling you were okay. You’re safe. With him. Nobody is here but you two. That they weren’t here. Nobody was.

You breathe in. Breathed out. Feeling his chest rise and lower. Counting how many seconds in between.

“You’re getting better,” Alejandro stated loudly after a few minutes had passed.

You responded by shaking your head at his statement: “I thought I was getting better- getting over–” You hiccuped out, not daring to move or lift your head to look at the man holding you.

It hurt. Admitting your worst fears. Especially to a man of wisdom and strength.

Alejandro frowned. You could feel it on your skin.

“You’re doing the best and–” He kissed the side of your head, “–I’m proud of you. It’s hard. I can see you trying - I do and I'm so fuckin' proud of you.”

The corner of your lips twitched. Feeling his fingers and arm pulse and trace your skin that’s littered with scars and marks. Your eyes open for him, feeling safe. Licking your lips, tasting the blood and chapped lips.

Chest still hurts. Body was still shaking and sweating. You were hot, too hot.

“My clothes’, ” You murmured, started picking at them, which he very quickly pieced together.

Biting the inside of your cheek, you feel embarrassment rise.

“Hey,” He soothed, grabbing your chin to look at him, “What do you wanna do?”

You hesitated. Was this a trap?

“I'm not here to judge, love.” He cooed, kissing the corner of your lips, “Whatever you wanna do – we'll do.”

“Can - we nap?’ ”

He let out a chuckle, “We can do that.”

Alejandro doesn’t add more, preferably taking off his clothes and getting back into bed with you. Still touching and holding your hand. Drawing small hearts on your body and palms.

“I’m proud of you, love.”

You wanted to argue. You did. Yell at him that you were disappointed with yourself. But- healing takes time. Even with help. A doctor with a notepad. Giving you medication for help.

Sometimes it was stupid — but what you needed most was comfort.

He pulls your head onto his chest, kissing your forehead one last time before you followed the soft rhythms of his heartbeat; falling deep asleep in the abyss of safety.

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Notes:

Mi amada: My darling

Mi amore: My love

Cosa dulce: Sweet thing

Ven aquí, mi amor: Come here, my love

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fictionalmenxyn · 1 year

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What it’s like to date, ¡Alejandro!

When I tell you this man is thee man for romance he is. You can’t tell me otherwise.

His cooking is thee best, so expect dinner dates at home and he’ll set up the table, have candles lit and some of your favourite beverage ready awaiting for you to drink.

I’d say his love language is physical touch. He can’t go a day without giving you at least a kiss or a hug. So when he is away he really misses you but you both make up for that.

He loves when you both are in the kitchen dancing and singing to music while making a meal together. It just brings a smile to his face every time.

He loves morning cuddles especially if he had just came back from a mission. He loves the smell of your freshly washed hair and the familiar smell of both the smell of your perfume and the smell of the fresh sheet on the bed. It just brings him comfort.

He loves seeing and teaching you speak Spanish and talking to his family in Spanish. He’s enjoys that your willing to learn about him and his family so you would do anything to make him and his family happy.

You like to wake up before him and make breakfast so by the time he comes into the kitchen you’ve either made it all or you are almost done.

This made is in heaven when he sees you in his clothes. Nicely outlines you and makes you look even hotter than you already are. Sometimes if it’s old and he doesn’t wear it as often he’d probably let you have it.

If you do or don’t know it he will still do it and that’s let you wear his cowboy hat. If you know what it means I bet you’d wear it with pride an all. But obviously won’t wear it in front of his parents.

His parents love you! Like I mean when it comes to your birthday, except the most outstanding present ever. And especially if you go get married. I feel like they’d be decently wealthy, but very humbled if you get me. I bet his mother would even teach you every single homemade recipe she can think of. And she’d even tell you stories of little Alejandro and show photos. Classic mum. But overall he is very close to his family and very grateful you have found a special bond with them.

In the mornings, if you choose to stay in bed he loves seeing you peacefully sleeping or smiling at him. He pulls you closer and kisses your forehead and whispers a good morning to you and you stay in the comfortable silence for a bit before getting ready for the day.

In the night he likes to cuddle and talk about anything. Either it’s how both of your days went or what your plans are tomorrow. He likes this time to talk as it’s peaceful and easy to talk.

Overall, he is a 10/10 and so is the relation ship. You are able to trust him and love him.

Hope you enjoyed!

Make sure to request/message me if you want

Have a good day/night!🫶

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crimsonbubble · 9 months

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Hey! If you're keen, could you please do an Alejandro x plus-size f!reader??

They're so Gomez and Morticia coded to the core. Like in general they're both just so quick with the witty humor and being guarded so when they decided they were into each other they just had that shocking dynamic happen, they want the whole 9 yards together... nsfw if you're comfortable with that🖤

Thank you 🫰🏼

cw. nsfw, afab!reader, implied thicker/chubby!reader, beard burn, hair pulling, oral, overstimulation, marking, biting *not proofread, just pure horny

[I LITERALLY MADE A POST SAYING THIS OMFG] may have lost the original plot but oh well-

MINORS DNI!!

he's so whipped

just absolutely head over heels

always at you every beck and call

if ale wasn't military, he'd happily show you off to others; babbling on about how gorgeous you are, how happy you make him and how lucky he is to have you

but he doesn't want to risk it, so has to keep his musings of you to a minimum in public

but behind closed doors? good luck getting him off you

his sole focus is you; he loves focusing on you

having your thighs encasing his head as he eats you out like a man starved

loves when your thighs squeeze around him; would happily die between your legs

loves to hold your hips down against the bed or the polished wood of his desk depending on when he wants to get his hands on you

absolutely makes you sit in his office chair while he kneels infront of you to eat you out

he likes feeling you tug at his hair when he's drowning himself in you

also loves feeling you dig you nails into him

bite him while you're at it; who knows, maybe he'll like it 🤭

trailing kisses up your body until he finally kisses you on the lips; and no he doesn't care that the bottom half of his face in drenched

feeling the sting from his stubble scratching against your inner thighs >>>

#bubbly speaks <3 #ash answers #bubbly writes <3 #cod mw22 #cod modern warfare #cod x reader #cod smut #cod mw2 #cod alejandro #alejandro vargas x reader #alejandro x reader #alejandro vargas x reader smut #alejandro vargas #alejandro cod #alejandro vargas smut #alejandro x reader smut #alejandro x y/n #alejandro vargas x you

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multi-fandom-imagine · 9 months

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I want to write more COD men, smutty beach blurbs { cause I had no clue that price one do so well. }

So who should be next

Giving Gaz a hand job in the ocean { private beach, I honestly think this boy would have a heart attack anywhere else }

Ghost fucking you aka the lovely reader on the balcony of a hotel.

Riding Alejandro in a changing stall on a beach.

Giving Soap a BJ in the corner of a Cruise ship .

Dry humping Rudy on the beach.

Hotel sex with Alex { since I never see anything for this man }

#help meeee #i can’t decide #call of duty #call of duty x you #call of duty world war ii #call of duty x reader #rudy x reader #alejandro vargas #alejandro x y/n #gaz x reader #gaz x y/n #gaz call of duty #johnny soap mctavish x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader

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fortunatelyuniquepeach · 1 year

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You've always got me𓆩♡𓆪

pairing: Alejandro vargas x gn!reader

a/n: this is inspired by @alewesker and their post!

so it's mentioned that one of alejandro's favourite things about having a smaller partner is that he gets to help them with getting things from a high shelf or maybe just anywhere they can't reach.

But what if his partner is so stubborn and won't ask for help?

for example, first time they are in a situation where they are spending the night at Alejandro's place, and they need to get a cup but it's at the highest shelf. They immediately start looking around for a chair to help them reach whatever they want, but even then they need to be on their tip toes to get it. Alejandro's watching from afar quietly a little confused, why didn't they ask for help? But he decides to not stress over it. They'll probably ask for help next time.

But he was so wrong. It's happened more three times and each time he waited for them to even just look at him but they still didn't, thinking they don't need his help.

Alejandro didn't want to push it, he really didn't. he couldn't stop himself they next time it happened, this time he couldn't be quiet anymore, instead, he walk up to them, grabbing the chair before they can grab it.

"why won't you ask for my help?" he says gently with a small pout on his mouth.

"what do you mean honey?" they answer confused. what could they possibly need his help with?. "you know what I mean mi vida , I could easily get you what you want, you know I won't even need a chair" this time he answers with a smirk, trying to lighten up after he might've seemed upset.

"oh I can do it myself"

"but you don't have to"

this time they take a few seconds to reply, taking his words in. he's right, they don’t have to. they don’t have to do everything on their own. even with something as small as getting a cup form a high shelf, they don’t have to shy away from asking for help especially if it's from their partner.

"I guess you're right. I'm sorry i just really never think about asking for help. I kind of gotten used to do everything on my own"

He lets go of the chair and his hand reaches out to his partner's face instead, holding them so gently before he answers so softly, "i know baby but i'm here now. You don't have to do everything on your own, you can always ask for my help with anything no matter how small or how big. Okay?"

"okay", they answer back. their lips curved into a warm, loving smile, holding onto his hands. they can finally let go. It can be over only if they let it be, they are not on their own anymore, they don't have to be.

#alejandro vargas #alejandro x reader #alejandro mw2 #mw2022 #cod mwii #cod #alejandro vargas fluff #alejandro x y/n #colonel alejandro vargas #alejandro vargas fanfic #cod fluff #Alejandro Vargas x gn!reader #mw2 x reader #gn!reader #modern warfare #cod x y/n #peach

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saltofmercury · 1 year

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youre too sweet aaahhh! could be something light and sweet, domestic, or anything youre feeling, surprise us! 💘

Pairing: Alejandro x f!reader

Summary: Alejandro comes home + runs errands

A/N: this was fun! I hope you like it 💘 thank you for the request—

“Errands”

It’s 4AM when he gets released. The gate in front of him slowly descends back. It’s still twilight outside, the air has a chill to it. In the distance he makes out an owl, there are several birds already waking up. As he carries his duffle bag he can feel the pull and the weight from his upper body. His arms feel sore, his shoulders feeling like they could give out, but his legs are pushing him through this exhaustion. Exhaustion wouldn’t even begin to describe it. He feels like death. There’s only one thing on his mind and it’s that one thing his heart is continuing to push his legs towards it.

Hidden away tucked in some remote forest lies a house. A cabin. It’s huge, surrounded by trees. Loose gravel in front of it. There’s a chimney that lets smoke out above the house. Nobody can find this house unless they were deliberately trying to find it, then again, this house could only be found through exact coordinates. It’s where you are, tucked, hidden, away from the outside world. It’s where Alejandro keeps you safe.

It’s still early morning when he arrives, he doesn’t expect you to be awake. He pulls up the gravel road with no lights on. Less disturbances, the better.

He enters the house as quietly as possible. He toes his boots off by the front door, lays his duffle bag behind the couch. The fire inside the house is still going, and the morning sun is peeking through the clouds. He steps softly into the hallway, his body is telling him to rest but it’s his heart that can't contain the excitement of seeing you. He walks further down where the bedroom door is open, you laying in the middle of the bed, a nest of blankets and pillows around you. A pillow tucked under your head and your right arm holding it. A pool of hair fanned out behind you, and your lips puckered.

The sight of you makes his heart ache, bubbles of warmth inside him. He admires you from above. He gently comes close to you and places a kiss on your head. He moves back and decides to rest on the couch. There’s no need to disturb your sleeping.

It’s almost 9am when you wake up. You feel the warmth of the sun on your face. The light pressing on your eyelids. You stretch lazily on the bed. You peek at your phone hanging by the bed. No word from him yet. You sigh, smell the hot cup of coffee next to your phone. It’s steaming, full of cream, and just a dash of cinnamon. The way Alejandro prepares it.

… the way Alejandro prepares your coffee.

“Baby?!” You shriek and you'll throw the blankets away.

You run down the hallway and can hear him laughing in the kitchen.

He stands there sipping his own cup of coffee. He’s leaning against the countertop.

“Took you long enough” he says still laughing, still staring inside his cup. He puts the cup aside as he extends one arm towards you. You wrap your arms around his neck, he’s nuzzling his mouth into your neck. Small noisy pecks trailing down your neck. One of his hands is placed on the small of your back as the other is tilting your head back.

“Mi amorcito” he sighs into your neck. Mumbles more Spanish “como te extrañé, mi vida”

You feel whole again, your other part is home.

“When did you get back?” You say nearly whining. You peek up at him. His eyes shift towards yours

“Just this morning,” he says casually, “I didn’t want to wake you.” “It’s more fun just waiting on you.”

You kiss his lips. “I told you, you can always wake me up.”

It’s a habit of his, coming home, waiting until you find him somewhere in the house. A small game of hide and seek. He hides and you seek.

“I don’t like you waking up,” he pauses and digs himself back into your neck. “Besides, it’s just me.” He walks you backwards towards the couch. He lays down and pulls you on top of him. There’s an urgency on both of your lips as you start to make out.

“It’s just you” you mimic, “I like to know when you’re coming.”

He whispers in between kisses, his hand cradles your cheek, “You missed me?”

“Yes,” you manage to breathe out. You take him in. He’s still in his uniform, his hair is still in place combed neatly behind him. He knows what the uniform does to you.

He nuzzles your nose against his.

“I know I missed you more.”

You want him bad. Alejandro is always one for words, he can always make you melt into his arms with just words.

It isn’t until noon that he asks if you need to make a trip into the city.

“I don’t think so?”

You have to think about it. Part of you wants to stay in this position on the couch lazily making out on top of him, the other part wishes he would fall asleep because he’s been awake since he got here.

but you know him. How much he loves being out in public with you. It’s his thing when he’s home. He drives you everywhere. Pays for everything, cooks for you, walks on the outside of the curb so you won’t. He’s protective, he’s caring, he’s just perfect. It also doesn’t matter where you need to get to; to the grocery store, the pharmacy, restaurants, coffee shops, shopping malls. It makes him smile, he loves being that doting boyfriend behind you. He relishes in doing everyday tasks with you, a sense of normalcy as opposed to out in the world hunting drug lords and a gun strapped to him.

He sits up now, dragging you up with him.

“Let’s just go, yeah? One quick trip and we can come back and lock ourselves in our house.” His eyes are wide now, a hint of excitement inside him.

There’s no way you can say no to him.

You’ve been to two grocery stores, where he couldn’t find the right kind of coffee or the fruit he wanted for the week.

“How hard is it to find guavas babe? I swear they should be in season.” He pushes the cart behind you, sometimes even had you in-between the cart and him while rubbing his nose on your neck.

A Target, where he needed to find a kids cereal…

“It’s called S’mores,” he says carefully, trying to hide his accent, while talking to the frightened teenager working there.

…and now a bakery. He leans into the store, holding your hand behind him. You know he saved the bakery for last.

“Mmmmm” he moans. He can smell the fresh bread around.

He picks up a tray and a pair of tongs. He starts opening up the glass displays with the bread inside them. He only goes for what he likes. He’s like a kid in the candy store.

Small, dome shelled shaped breads in pink and white. Pink for you, white for him. Spongy strawberry jam rolls, rolled in coconut shavings the kind he likes after dinner, small butter muffins, and his favorite, flaky heart shaped pastries topped with cinnamon sugar.

He orders another two coffees, and tells the woman in Spanish to package everything to-go.

You’re exhausted, but happy you get to spend time outside. In the car he’s drawing the number 8 on your thigh with his time.

“I love spending time with you.” He says softly

“I think I missed this the most,” he reaches for your hand, kissing your knuckles. “It feels normal, like we’re just in our own world.”

You smile to yourself, then let out a sarcastic response, “You missed this more than our time in bed?”

He scoffs, biting your knuckles. “Two different things amor,” he replaces teeth with his lips again, “besides, I needed to stock up for the week because I’m not letting you get out of our bed.”

A heat crawls up your cheeks. You bite your lip, embarrassed that he caught your little remark.

As you get home, you know the routine as he hands you the keys. Alejandro takes everything in, and you unlock the door. Once everything is packed and tucked away, his hand trails down your waist to your hips. He spins you around and lifts you up, wrapping your legs around him.

He starts to walk toward the bedroom, his eyes now dark and lustful.

“Mi preciosa, mi bebe…” he kisses your neck

“let’s go finish our errands in bed.”

#call of duty #alejandro x reader #alejandro vargas #alejandro x you #alejandro x y/n #ask #request prompt #cod fanfic #cod mw2

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sardonic-the-writer · 9 months

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𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐀 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐀𝐧 𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ warnings: none

↳ song: poor girl—x

↳ notes: a special for my friend @no-interest-rightnow !!! go show them some love. this is shit but i wanted to get it out fast

masterlist!

• World Tour is a pain in the ass for Alejandro

• As much fun dealing with Owen and the rest of his team is, he gets tired keeping up appearances all the time

• Or, as he would more accurately say, "being charming all the time has its downsides."

• Time spent venting in the confessional can only get him so far

• And as more and more episodes stretched by, Alejandro comes to realize he liked being around you of all people

• You were one of the more sane ones on this season compared to the likes of Izzy and Sierra

• At first, he has a hard time figuring you out. What made you tick and all that. How he could get you to fall for him, just to end up pushing you out the plane's door to the ground below

• But you were always so quick to turn down his advances, opting for your own corner of, well, whatever it is you do

• The closest Alejandro ever came to unearthing more about you was when he caught you doodling on your arm in pen

• "And what do we have here?" He had grinned down at you, hands on his hips as he watched your eyes dart up to look at him

• "Uhm. Me?" You deadpanned, not even bothering to stop what you were doing

• He resisted the urge to roll his eyes at that

• After a bit of awkward silence you had sighed and patted the wooden seat next to you. Apprehensive, Alejandro sat down

• It took a minute, but he went on to learn why exactly you had signed up for this show—even sharing a bit of his personal life with you

• Maybe it was the fact that was the first normal conversation he'd had in weeks, but Alejandeo didn't have as hard of a time opening up to you

• He even let you draw a smile face or two on his arm

• "Listen dude." You had said while doing it, not looking up from your sketching, "I know your game. It's smart, don't get me wrong. But try not to rope me into it okay? I don't crush easily."

• Alejandro just smiled

• "One thing about me is that I love a challenge." He smirked. You hit him in the head with your pen for that

• From then on he did his best to win you over. Offering to pose for your art, getting as close as possible to you at all times, etc. Alejandro wasn't lying when he said he enjoyed a challenge. It was a lot more fun that way

#total drama #total drama x y/n #total drama x you #total drama x reader #totak drama world tour #total drama worl tour x reader #tdwt #tdwt x reader #alejandro burromuerto #alejandro #alejandro x reader #alejandro x you #alejandro x y/n #x reader #headcanons

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walker33961 · 7 months

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How CoD boiz would pick eyeshadow looks for their lovies from Pinterest :

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Simon 💀: ⬇️

Definitely gothic but a bit sparkly bcz of her sweetheart’s sparkling nature..

Believe or not ..Yn wore black and silver stone worked gown for the wedding..* the wedding was totally a shy as hell moment for him when he saw Yn on his forever favorite shade *

Jhonny 🧼 : ⬇️

He thinks turquoise looks hot over his lovie.. ( He often purchases lingerie of different shades of turquoise..damn obsessed..The necklace he gifted you to wear for reception..ohhh damn that set was fire ..

Gaz 🧢 : ⬇️

Sweet boy picking up sweet soft shaded look for his queen .. loft peachy pink - light blue - and soft purple in the mid with shines and shimmer over it lightly… these were the shade of your outfit when he took you to meet his parents

Price 🥃 : ⬇️

Color of his favorite style of coffee should not be missed ..so he always just chooses shades of browns ..like classic things ( main reason is your wedding gown and his suit )

Alejandro 🥀 : ⬇️

A touch of gold highlighter in the corner . Black and green balanced shade .. the colour of your wedding ring stone ..

Rudy 🩵 : ⬇️

Rudy just loves to see his wife wearing his favorite..so he always picks shades usable and cute with light blue ..

Graves ♠️ : ⬇️

Oh man he just likes dark blue … the night he saw you in a dark lingerie…he was melting like a cone ice cream out in massive heat … So he just noted it down to make you use this colour often ..even as a eyelook

Note : These are just my picks and ideas of how their choices will be like .. ( Would love to see if you guys reblog and add your own picks and thoughts about their picks of eyelooks for their girl 🥰 )

<3 : @sofasoap @alypink @welldonekhushi @bellgraves

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daisies-daydreams · 1 year

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Hello hello. I’d like to request some Alejandro x F!Reader fluff where he makes her something homemade after she had a really rough day? 🥺 Ty!

Pairing: Alejandro Vargas x F!Reader Category: Fluff Warnings: Slight Angst, Toxic Work Environment/Verbally Abusive Boss, Swearing Word Count: 1,370

Author’s Note: Hi! Thank you very much for your request. My Spanish is pretty rusty, and I apologize for any mistakes (feel free to correct me). Also, I couldn't help but think of this song ("Mi Ancla") while writing this. I hope you enjoy!

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

You rubbed your eyes as you yawned, exhaustion seeping into your bones. You had just gotten home from a long day at work, sitting on your bed while you listened to the raindrops patter against your bedroom window. You cringed when you thought about today. Apparently, you made so many mistakes that your boss called you into his office. His harsh words still stung, venom seeping into your heart and leaving a bitter taste on your tongue.

"Are you fucking stupid? We've been over this several times."

"You can't do anything right"

"I've never had an employee make this many mistakes. Are you trying to make me look bad?"

Your nostrils flared as you released a heavy sigh. You desperately wanted to leave your job, but you didn't want to burden your boyfriend, Alejandro, with supporting you while you searched for a new one. Your fists clenched as hot tears stung your eyes. You wanted to kick and scream and punch your pillow, your frustration boiling inside of you like lava. You were so wrapped up in your thoughts that you didn't notice the front door closing. Suddenly, a pair of muscular arms suddenly wrapped around you. You squeaked before whipping your head around, your boyfriend’s warm features greeting you. His grin slipped when he saw heavy tears streaking down your face.

“¿Cariño?¿Qué te pasa?” Alejandro asked, his brows furrowed. You shook in his hold.

“Nothing,” you stated dully. He tilted his head down and gave you a knowing stare.

“(Y/N), you know you can tell me anything,” Alejandro said as he moved to sit by your side. Your bottom lip quivered before you released a pained wail. Your boyfriend was silent as he drew you in even closer. “Shh, estoy aquí,” he repeated softly, his hand coming around to stroke your frizzy hair. You sniffed and pulled back.

“I-I’m such a failure, Ale,” you sobbed. His face fell, shattered by your own words. “I can’t do anything right at my job,” you cried. Alejandro shook his head as his hands gripped your upper arms.

“Mi vida, you are far from a failure,” he assured you. Alejandro's face suddenly hardened, his eyes darkening. "Wait...was it your boss again?" he asked. You sniffed, eyes sinking to look at your lap. "Culero," Alejandro hissed through gritted teeth. His grip on you tightened as he held you close, as if to shield you from the events that occurred today. Your body trembled as he rocked you gently.

"I-I want to leave so badly," you confessed.

"You can leave, no one is going to stop you," he said innocently. You shook your head violently.

"I can't," you muttered. His brows knitted together.

“¿Por qué? Cariño, this job is making you miserable!" Alejandro said exasperatedly. You sniffled, your words caught in your throat. "(Y/N), it makes my heart ache to see you hurting this much. Whatever reason you have for staying, I'm sure its nothing compared to finding a much better job," Alejandro explained.

"I can't because I don't want to be a burden to you!" you suddenly snapped . You clasped your hands over your mouth. Alejandro leaned back, his brows raising and lips curved into a deep frown.

"A burden? Cariño, you never have to worry about being a burden to me," he cooed. You sobbed as he kissed the top of your head.

"I just...I don't want you to feel the pressure of me relying on you while I'm trying to find a new job," you sighed. He hummed.

"Even if it takes months for you to find another job, I will always be here for you," Alejandro murmured into your hair. You gripped his white shirt, as you soaked his shoulder with your tears. He placed a chaste kiss on the top of your head. “Te amo, (Y/N)," Alejandro whispered, his husky voice unwavering. You pulled your head up to look at him. A small, tired smile grew on your face.

“Gracias por todo, Ale. Yo también te amo,” you murmured. "Te amo, te amo..." you whispered like a tired, broken record. Both of you exchanged quiet glances before he leaned his head down. You sighed as he latched his lips onto yours. Alejandro was usually a very passionate lover, his words and actions always full of vigor. But now, all you felt was a soft, sweet tenderness as his lips caressed your own. You slowly closed your eyes as the rest of the world faded away with your kiss. Your head felt dizzy as he pulled away, a blissful eternity passing in a few seconds.

"Have you had dinner yet?" he asked. You nodded.

"I picked some up on the way home," you said. He hummed to himself.

“Me too. In that case, why don’t you take a shower? I can make us a little treat in the meantime,” Alejandro offered. You smiled.

“That sounds lovely,” you said. He exhaled through his nose, his hands squeezing your arms as he rose to his feet.

“Take your time, hermosa,” Alejandro said, his thumb stroking the back of your hand. You nodded before he slipped through the bedroom door.

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You took the longest shower you've ever had in your life. The warm water was a welcoming sensation, calming each and every one of your tired and aching muscles. You slipped out of the bathroom and changed into some comfortable clothes. A savory smell of something being fried wafted in from the kitchen. You smiled when you walked into the open area of your apartment. Alejandro was humming along to a song while he busied himself at the stove. Alejandro turned when he heard you enter, flashing a wide grin.

“Hola, hermosa,” he whistled, his eyes scanning you up and down. You rolled your eyes as you came around to stand at his side. You rested a hand on your hip.

“So, what delicious treat have you prepared for me tonight, Chef Vargas?” you piqued as you eyed the pan on the stove. You gasped as he grabbed your hand, twirling you around suddenly. “Ale!” you squealed. He chuckled before pulling you to him, your body flush with his. Alejandro gazed down at you, his hands coming down to gently rest on your hips. Your eyes flicked up to him.

“Bailar conmigo, cariño,” he husked into your ear. You nodded slowly, allowing the music to take over you as you rested your head on his shoulder. The rhythm was slow, gentle and steady, just like the way he guided you through the kitchen. It was so relaxing, you could’ve fallen asleep in his arms right then and there. Alejandro kissed your temple as the music began to dissipate.

You smiled as he moved some of your wet hair from your face. Your heart fluttered as you locked eyes and kissed again, this time angling your head to capture his lips more deeply. Both of you remained in your embrace before the timer suddenly screeched. Alejandro groaned before turning back to the stove. He flicked the burner off and flipped the fresh sopapillas onto a paper-towel covered plate. Your mouth watered at the sight of the golden-brown pastries.

“Is that face for the sopapillas or for me?” Alejandro teased with a cocked brow. You slapped his arm playfully, both of you chuckling as he reached into the nearby cabinet. Alejandro pulled down two containers and dusted the sopapillas with powdered sugar, then cinnamon. You were one step ahead of him, grabbing the honey from another cabinet as he whipped around to you. "Muchas gracias," he smiled before drizzling the liquid over the warm pastries.

Alejandro took you by the hand, leading you over to the couch. You smiled as you snuggled next to him, happily taking one of the treats and savoring every bite that melted on your tongue. A small smirk made it's way across your face.

"¿Qué?" Alejandro laughed. You leaned over, pressing a kiss to where some powdered sugar and cinnamon dusted the side of his mouth. He froze, eyes trained on you as you licked your lips and giggled. Needless to say, you were soon bombarded with kisses sweeter than any sopapilla.

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Thank you for reading!/¡Gracias por leer! ❤️

A/N: I'm kind of tempted to make a Part 2. 👀

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Translations:

¿Cariño?¿Qué te pasa? - Honey? What’s wrong? Estoy aquí - I’m here. Mi vida - My life Culero - Asshole ¿Por qué? - Why? Mi amor - My love Sí - Yes Te amo - I love you. Gracias por todo, Ale. Yo también te amo - Thank you for everything, Ale. I love you, too. Hermosa - Gorgeous Hola, hermosa - Hello, gorgeous. Bailar conmigo, cariño - Dance with me, honey.

Muchas gracias - Thank you very much.

#call of duty modern warfare 2 #call of duty #cod x reader #cod #cod fluff #cod angst #fluff #angst #alejandro mw2 #alejandro vargas #alejandro x you #alejandro x reader #alejandro x y/n

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konigsblog · 1 year

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may I ask for toxic Alejandro, dear?

he's so possessive of you. demanding for you to sit on his lap, in public. his fingers slipping underneath your skimpy skirt, whining about how it's inappropriate to do, only to be mocked and ignoring you whines, listening to them gradually turn into whimpers and moans. “good girl, amor.” :(

toxic alejandro wouldn't say he's your boyfriend, just friends with benefits. it left you feeling jealous and alone, feeling tears brim in your waterline when you see him sloppily make out with another women.

and you knew you couldn't express these feelings, because you were never supposed to fall inlove in the first place, and it was your fault for getting attached and wanting more from him, wanting to be his and for him to be yours, for him to stay with you and only you.

if you brought this up to him though, it would result in a massive argument. screaming matches every night, sobbing at his hurtful and offensive words; calling you names, dirty names that didn't feel sexual anymore, although he'd called you them whilst he fucked your brains out, - calling you a ‘slut’ and a ‘whore’.

and imagine if you decided to stop seeing him. blocking him without a warning, ignoring the messages and calls, so desperate to see you and finally realizing what he lost, what slipped out of his grasp and fell into anothers, rudy's. :(

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blingblong55 · 1 year

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Rhiannon- Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra and Valeria Garza

Part 1

Witch Au

It's been almost a year since Rodolfo left your heart to die. It's been 7 months since he got married. And it's been exactly 2 weeks since Valeria Garza escaped prison. The morning you were in your knees begging for whatever entity could help you heal, you found comfort in the darkness. You were a good person before it all. But as of now, you chose revenge to be your partner and motivator, you unleashed Rudy safety net from you. It was nice to not feel the pain he felt while he was away fighting the bad guys.

At around 2 am Valeria knocked on your door. She and you used to be best friends, but like Rudy, she left to the military and ever since you haven't heard from her. Until now.

"coming!" you jogged down stairs thinking it was Rudy's mom. You opened the door to be greeted to Valeria, she had a gun on her hand and a few scars around her arms. She was bleeding, yours eyes widen. "Vale?" "hola" she smiled, she was always so kind to you, the one person who always made her heart be so...gentle to. "come in, come in!" you whisper shouted.

You stepped out, looking both ways as she made way in, "gracias..perdon. Didn't mean to wake you up." she sat in your sofa. It was the same one she would sit in back at your parents, the one where she would come to you and cry about her problems in. "It's okay, now let me see that wound." you closed the door, locking it as you walking into your small herb/medication 'room'. She waited as you came back, she was weak, that was no brainer. "alright, take this tea it will help with your anxiety and will help with the pain." you handed her a mug. She took it without hesitation, she knew you'd never betray her. You were her one last loyal friend. She yours.

"How come you're here so late?"

"escaped...enemy compound." she played around with her words, not knowing exactly what you did and didn't know. She knew you were in love with Rudy, everyone knew. And she wasn't sure if he was around anymore. You knew her too well. "He isn't here, he actually left the day I told him I loved him. You know how you told me to just spill my guts? well he stepped on the all."

"want to get revenge?" she leaned in, a smirk on her. "what do you have in mind?"

"Well taking into consideration, Rodolfo," she said with a disgusted emotion on her as she said his name, "hurt you and Alejandro is nothing more than a stupid fucking dog, then why don't we hurt them back?"

She was alway the smart one when it came to revenge plans. She was the reason your parents home burnt down after all. "go on." you now intrigued.

"well, you know how to do voodoo and other brujeria, so why not ruin them to their very core? I happen to know what her name is." she was probably referencing Rodolfos wife. "And what will you do?"

"my men will meet me at my base, we can..kill..a few of them. I happen to know where that Shepard guy is, he can be lever. And once we get them into a room, you knock them out with whatever tinker bell potion you got, we can torture them, for days if you please. Make him beg for forgiveness, makes them cry till nothing else is left...the rest..is for me to know. So are you in?" she extended her hand, waiting for yours to meet hers.

You think about it. When he left you there on your knees you cried so much no more sympathy was left. You begged and pleaded to spirits. And now that the dark souls and powers have found their way to you, how could you turn this offer down?

"fine, just tell me her name and we have a deal." you extended your hand, "Kathia, una estúpida perra española." You shook her hand, a smile on both your lips. You finished closing the wound she had. She rested into the sofa. "Let me rest for a few hours and on our way we'll go." you nod and sit next to her. Your head rested on her shoulder. Her hand and yours intertwined.

This was just like back in the day. She and you cried and then would just sit like this in silence. At times you two would smoke or sleep and by the morning you'd be on your way into town to cause trouble together.

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When Valeria escaped the prison, Rodolfo sent his family and Alejandros into hiding. Valeria already knew where they'd be of course. His mother was taken from her home at around midnight, you were in the village when this happened. When his teammate told him you weren't in your home, he grew worried. He knew Valeria would be looking for someone he cared for. So by 1 am, his men went into the village, forgetting to keep your home safe. You walked in, got changed and ready to sleep.

His men reported back, you weren't anywhere, safe that is. Alejandro made sure to keep your family away from harms way. "We'll find them hermano." he patted the mans back, a deep sigh escaped his lips. "better be soon ale." the men got in the truck and drove to yours.

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By 5 am, you and Valeria left your village. As you approached her base, she told you about her team. And while near the base, you drew a spell from your book. "To hide, to protect, to miss me to miss them. To never be seen. To never be in danger. This is the spell of me and the spell of you. To keep us safe till my enemy is down, till they die, till we survive." you whispered into your hands and a black blitterfly flew away from your hands and as it touched the base, a black glow now surrounded it. The men who would help you were now safe. Valeria included. "what was that?" she raised an eyebrow. It was something the dark shadows gave you, something they told you would keep you and those you work with safe.

"oh nothing."

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You were there when Alejandro knocked down your door. Your home swarmed with black butterflies and crows. Alejandro was scratched by one of them, Rudy was too. "what the fuck is this?"

"look," Rudy approached your living room on the floor it was the knife Valeria stole from one of the guards. He and Alejandro looked at each other. Anxiety grew over him, there was blood on it. "think Valeria took her?"

"yes, r/n would trust her, but Valeria knows we care about her,"

"she's a hostage now." Alejandro said, he reached for his radio "attencion, we have a hostage, I repeat Valeria has a hostage." he spoke into the device.

Rudy walked around your home. "Ale!" he called out, the man walked into the room with him. "yeah?"

In your room hung a message: "You give us what we want and r/n won't die, your choice vaqueros.". Blood was the ink for the message.

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Two crows approached you, they leaned in. The dark shadows found them. "They fell into the trap, they now think I am kidnapped." you spoke out. "good. now, James, you and r/n record a video. R/n you plead for help, look weak and almost dead, then it will cut to a video of Shepard."

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Will you ever win? Will you ever win? (Rhiannon) (Rhiannon) (Rhiannon) (Rhiannon)

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At around 5pm, los Vaqueros got a video. It was you, all beaten up, your hands tied to a rope. Your head handed low. "please, I told you I don't know nothing!" the masked man slapped you and then poured water over you. "look at the camera and let them know what they are doing to you!"

"but they haven't done anything to me!" you tried to sound innocent and defeated. But deep inside you laughed. "Rudy, please don't come near, they have weapons, please tell ale I always found him as my greatest friend."

You cried, or so it appeared. The man kept hitting you, this time it was with a piece of wood that had nails hammered in, your "blood" dripped from them. But before the wood hit your back, the screen went dark, your scream of agony filling the void. All of the sudden Shepard appears on camera, he was sat in a dark room. On the screen the words: Leave Las Almas and they are both yours.

Rudy's eyes welled up. He stepped out of the room. It's my fault, he thought.

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She rules her life like a bird in flight And who will be her lover? All your life you've never seen Woman taken by the wind Would you stay if she promised you heaven? Will you ever win? Will you ever win? (Rhiannon) (Rhiannon) (Rhiannon)

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It's been two days since the video. Valeria, her team and you were drinking from a couple of beer bottles laughing at how great the video was. "Look at that! We out did ourselves this time." one man proudly spoke.

Tonight Los Vaqueros and you all were going to meet up, make the treaty if you will. What they didn't know is that it was all a trap. You preyed on their weak hearts like crows.

By midnight you and others walked around the agreed location. You sprayed fumes around. You and the men wore gas masks. It was all going well. And around 2 am, the men were inside the building. After being trapped, they all fell to the ground.

You all marched in, gas masks in place. Valeria ordered her men to strip the clothes off Rudy and the others. They were hanging from the low ceiling from their hands. You all opened the doors, letting the rooms air become 'new" again.

By 3 am, they all woke up. All dazed. You and Valeria stood in front of them. The bottom of your face covered in a cloth. "where is r/n, we made a deal Valeria!" Rudy shifted. Valeria nudged your arm, "míralo, tan débil y necesitado del que rechazo. que vergüenza vaquerito."

She looked down at him and then commanded her men to start torturing them all. You watched in silence, a sinister grin on your lips. "looks good."

"I know, we are so back at our old ways!" she was excited hearing you talk like this again. Just like the old days.

"c'mon its time for our final surprise." you and her walked back to los vaqueros.

"remember me?" you removed the cloth that hid your face.

His eyes widen. He shakes his head in denial. "cant be. r/n wouldn't hurt me."

"the old r/n is dead. this is me now, seeking revenge from those who hurt me and my friends."

Alejandro threw daggers at you with his eyes. It was impossible for this to be you. So out of character. "you fucked up vaquero de mierda." she smiled as the look in their faces paid for the damage they have cost her and you. You leaned in, whispering to Rudy's ear. "Never one without the other we made a pact remember? Sometimes when I miss you, I kill the old r/n over and over, just to see how good it felt for you." you step back

She rules her life like a bird in flight And who will be her lover? All your life you've never seen Woman taken by the wind Would you stay if she promised you heaven? Will you ever win?

"r/n, you cant do this to us."

"no?"

Rudy shook his head, blood gushing out, slowly yet so painfully.

"watch me do it." you ushered

Dreams unwind Love's a state of mind Dreams unwind Love's a state of mind

This story ended, it does not exist What we built one day has vanished It seems that it is easier to leave us But you're a ghost with me walking. Dead, like how you left me

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since ya shot yaself on the foot with this request, why not give ya the revenge part?

A/N: I fucking adored writing this one. Also thank you for the love on the first part. Means a lot. Also this is for those who requested a part 2

REQUEST ARE OPEN!!

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