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wienerbarnes · 4 years

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Left for Dead (1/2)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (Cheek to Cheek)

Word Count: 1,803

Warnings: mentions to bombs and mission stuff, mentions to past torture

A/N: a lil two parter! I'm def a shorter writer so I split up reader’s first mission as opposed to posting like a 5k one shot (unless y'all dig that better for the future???) I’m gonna queue the second part to post on Friday idk what time but otherwise we all know id forget... so. enjoy!

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It was finally time for your first mission. The night before, F.R.I.D.A.Y. prompted you with the fact that there would be a briefing this morning at 8 A.M. You’d figured the superheroes weren’t the type to sleep in.

As much as you’d been enjoying the return of your clothes, you figured it’d be safest to keep the black-on-black outfit for these briefings and anything else you’d be involved in. Attention is not necessarily something you’d want to draw on yourself right now.

You finally find the room you’re supposed to be in and find about eighty other agents. A wave of anxiety rushes through you and you feel your stomach churn. You want to look around and find someone you recognize but Sam is the only one you see; you don’t know anybody. You’re scared to talk to new people, to have small talk, you’re scared of what they’ll say to you, if they’ll remember your face from the news.

You see near the front a blonde head of hair - Sharon. You haven’t spoken to her, but she’d be the safest bet, except there’s no empty seat on either side of her. She’s conversing with a woman with ginger hair to her left and a large body with short brown hair occupies the seat to her right - Bucky!

You notice there’s an empty seat next to him and quickly make your way over before your luck diminishes and someone takes it.

Bucky registers somebody take a seat next to him, which surprises him because most of the agents are still a little scared of him after spending seven weeks training with him. He certainly doesn’t treat them like shit, but he doesn’t baby them, either. He almost doesn’t notice it’s you when he glances up; he forgot you’ve changed your look a bit.

The tattoo on your next is covered with makeup, the angry face too much of an identifying feature. He knows you hate it and were planning on getting it covered anyway. You’ve removed all of your piercings and all of the tiny holes remain empty along your ears. You’ve managed to keep the tiny stud in your nose, though. Your hair is a jet black color now and it shines in the light. How has your hair survived that many dye jobs? Stupid rules for this job; no brightly colored hair or large body modifications, excluding tattoos. Draws too much attention.

He can sense your anxiety next to him; your heart is beating a mile a minute and you’re super tense. He wants to say something, do something to make you feel a bit better, put you at ease, but he can’t think of anything before Sam calls the attention of the room.

“Morning, everyone. NCIS has requested our help with finding a bomb on a Navy ship and figuring out the identity of the woman who told them about said bomb,”

Images flash up behind him projecting pictures of said woman, looking scared with a bloodied bandage on her forehead. She has a fluffy pixie-cut style dark hair and pale skin, or perhaps her skin is pale in comparison to the caked blood matted on her head. Her eyes are a bright green with minimal wrinkles adorning the outer corners. She couldn’t be older than thirty-five.

“A citizen driving by saw her wandering about the street next to a forest and when he approached her she claimed she was buried alive and couldn’t provide any information about herself; not her name, age, where she came from, or who buried her. All she kept repeating was something about a bomb on a Navy ship that was going to kill a lot of people.” Sam continues.

“I’ll be sending some of you out to Rock Creek Park to scope out the scene and some of you to Georgetown University Hospital to talk to Jane Doe. You’re dismissed but await further instruction and be prepared to ship out.” Sam finishes and everyone begins to stand, engaging in small conversations as they exit the room.

You begin to stand and follow suit but a metal hand reaches out in front of you to encourage you to take your seat once more. You throw a confused look over at Bucky, but he’s not looking at you. You glance over to Sharon, who’s staring down at her phone, and to Sam who is flicking through the file in his hands. The four of you, you notice, are the only ones still in their seats, and you quickly make the connection that you’re supposed to wait until the rest of the agents leave after a briefing.

Maybe they’re gonna haze you, newbie. You roll your eyes at that little voice as the door shut and hear it lock audibly.

The three of them glance up and stare at you expectantly. You glance between all three of them before you give up on figuring out what exactly they’re waiting for.

“Are you guys gonna haze me?”

Sharon smirks and Bucky full on chuckles at your question as Sam clarifies, “Do you see anything?”

“Oh! Oh, right, right. Uhm… It kind of doesn't work like - um, I’ll try. I’ll try and concentrate.” You excuse, and close your eyes to force yourself into that mindset.

Most of your visions happen unexpectedly and randomly, otherwise you need to put yourself in a kind of entranced state of concentration in order to, essentially, force a vision. Forcing it is usually what causes you to get the most emotional and frazzled, but nothing you can’t handle.

You feel your face heat up at the shyness your abilities are presenting right now; “Um, can we turn the lights off?” You ask quietly.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y.?” Sam speaks up.

The lights dim and you try to slow your breathing.

She’s covered in leaves and wet from humidity, the stickiness feeling unbearable on her skin. Her skin? Whose skin is that?

“It-It’s a shallow grave, and - and there’s leaves, um -” All you see and feel is pure confusion. You don’t know anything. “Why is it so shallow? They bury people six feet because - because that’s the depth where animals can’t smell dead, rotting flesh - except - except polar bears because they -” Your rambling is cut short at the sound of Bucky’s soft voice and his warm hand engulfing your shaking, clammy one.

“Sweetheart, try and focus on the Navy ship she was talking about, the bomb on the Navy ship.” He tries to get you back on track.

“Right, right, sorry,” You take a deep, shaky breath in and let out with force to calm yourself a bit.

It’s all quick white flashes, so fast and so bright that can’t see the images in between. All you get are feelings of fear and guilt -

“Do you know if she set the bomb?” A deep voice interrupts.

“Sam,” A feminine one scolds.

“What? There’s only one person that seems to know about this bomb and we’re not going to consider her a suspect?”

“She doesn’t even know who she is,”

“But -”

“She didn’t set the bomb!” You exclaim, everything becoming incredibly overwhelming all at once.

“How do you know?” Bucky asks, his calm demeanor influencing your own as you rub your face to somewhat pull yourself together.

“I - I - I just do! I don’t know! I - I keep seeing bomben hersteller, what - what is that?” You ask.

“That’s bomb fabricator in German.” Bucky translates.

“Okay, let’s stop for a second.” Sharon says, “This is a lot of new information, we should wait and see what evidence and samples come back from the crime scene and see what we can get out of her when the agents interview her at the hospital, maybe her condition’s changed and she remembers something, yeah?” You quickly realize that Sharon is the piece of mind between the dynamic of her and Sam while he strategizes the plans. They work extremely well together.

“Okay, okay. Agent, you did very well. Good job.” Sam praises before leaving to exit the conference room, you assume to go give the agents their orders. Sharon sends you a sweet smile before following Sam out.

You look back at Bucky and he’s already looking at you, smile on his face. “You did really good.” He tells you.

“Thanks.” You respond, feeling a lot calmer.

The two of you are sitting awfully close to each other, you notice, bodies turned to face each other in the rolling chairs you sit in. Bucky’s leaning closer towards you than you are him, his forearm pushing on the armrest and you find yourself pulling your eyes away from his and they travel around his face.

Bucky has beautifully long eyelashes and tiny sunspots and freckles that decorate his skin; skin that’s had over a hundred years of wear. He’s kept his hair short but has been growing out his beard, not to an uncomfortable burly length, but enough to leave quite the dark shadow. His tongue pokes out to wet his lips and your eyes flash down there.

You don’t even remember the last time you kissed someone, let alone someone you actually wanted to kiss, not a kiss that was forced upon you. Is he actually about to fucking kiss me right now?

Panic quickly rises through your body and you clear your throat and look away, “Uh, now what?”

“Huh?”

“Well, I can’t go out on missions or anything, so do I, uh, just wait to be summoned, I guess?” Summoned? Why are you so awkward?

“Pretty much, yeah. I’ll, uh, be sticking around, too. Sometimes for ongoing missions I stick around in one of the spare rooms until the case is over.” He softly tells you, unmoving from how close he’s sitting next to you and voice still low and smooth, not looking away from you. Can he tell how nervous and awkwardly attracted to him you feel right now?

“What about Alpine?” You whisper back.

“What?” His eyes are the ones drifting down to your lips, now. Soft looking lips that look like they could kiss him silly and unconscious.

“Alpine?”

“Oh, uh, she stays with my, uh, my neighbor. This little old lady next door to me.” Great, now I’m thinking about my old lady neighbor. You’re biting that lip now and he thinks he might start drooling when you stand suddenly.

“I, uh, just remembered. I have to… clean! I have to clean up, so. I’ll see you.” You push out before finally exiting the room and making your way down the hallway.

You release a frustrated, “Fuck…” as the elevator doors close in front of you.

Meanwhile, Bucky lets out his own groan of frustration in the conference room, hands pushed against his eyes rubbing harshly, “Fuck…”

#bucky barnes #Bucky Barnes x reader #Bucky Barnes one shot #Bucky Barnes fan fiction #marvel #marvel fan fiction

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guigz1-coldwar · 3 years

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'Followed': New chapter for "Redemption in a Spirit in a Cold War" is out !

'Followed'

'Grigoriev, what you did is going to have big repercussions...you're the first one in line to affirm that!'

Chapter Summary: Yirina, Park, Zasha & Portnova are heading to the nearest Burger Town of London but something soon caught the eye of Yirina...something that is more a problem...

Link of the Picrew used !

To read it on AO3, click here!

Words : +3500

Taglist : @snowgoldwaylon , @clxudtea , @efingart

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After the shocking news & the meeting with that CIA agent in our office where I was almost unable to stop Park to throw a punch at the guy as he was trying to get on her nerves and mine too, it was time for me, her, Zasha & Portnova to left the building and to get some lunch to maybe distract ourselves from the situation for the moment and it came to me like that that we should go eat at Burger Town and I was surprised when everyone including Park and even Portnova agreed on that.

Of course and to make sure that our efforts weren't in vain, the nearest Burger Town in London was in another borough than the one where Century House was located: in the Southwark borough and when we approached it after a lot of walk through the streets of London, I could see that the place was having a nice view on the Tower Bridge as it was just located not so far from the restaurant. At least, our efforts weren't in vain after all...

"Finally," Zasha was sounding a bit exhausted after the no-stop walk when we arrived in front of the Burger Town, leaning to put their hands on their knees. "I thought that we were never going to make it," They stated.

"Zasha, we did only 1 kilometer and a half of walk," Park said to them, releasing a little & lovely laugh off her mouth.

"Really, I thought we did larger," They proclaimed as Portnova moved to tap gently behind their shoulder.

"You're very exaggerating, Zed," She scoffed, keeping her hand behind them as they go back in a normal standing position

"Yeah, I remember the time where you could run with me," I told them, causing them to look at me with a raised eyebrow, thinking that I was joking. "Come on, it was just a joke," I clarified as their look at me weren't changing.

"You better hope so or we're making a race after we eat," They warned me, pointing at me but the smile they were making betrayed the threatening part of their voice.

"Anyway, are we going to stand around here the whole day or we're getting inside?" Park demanded, sighing at us with her arms crossed as we were still standing in front of the restaurant because of Zasha.

"Of course not," I replied, taking the lead of the group and walking to reach the front door.

The exterior was filled with people who were eating, talking...everything that what we should in a restaurant in resume...and for me, it was quite strange to find myself in the middle of a place that was having a lot of people around as it was my first day back out of the apartment, now wondering if it was in fact a good idea of me to go into a place like that and when I reached the door and putting my hands on the door handle, I was looking a bit confused as if my mind wanted me to run away...

But I hold on and I managed to keep calm, get myself back together by stepping out of the apartment, and that thought in my head, hissing in my ears makes me able to open the front door of the restaurant seconds before the others could ask why I wasn't opening the doors, my thinking almost happening for a millisecond for me, and then, we could step inside the typical American fast-food restaurant, discovering how it was.

It was my first time inside a Burger Town as every time I was eating something coming from that place, it was always someone else who ordered the menus and bring it to me, remembering the time when Woods literally go out of the car during my first mission back into the team 4 months ago to go take out some burgers for him, me & Park and to say, the decorations of the restaurant looked very American to me.

"So, how do we proceed?" Zasha spoke up after the group was all inside the place, them closing the door gently. "Who is paying?" They asked literally.

"Is this really a question that you just ask?" I looked at them, crossing my arms, joining Park & Portnova who were having their eyes on Zasha. "Of course, you're the one who will pay," I joked, having faked my incomprehension.

"Ha, ha, funny," They rolled their eyes, making a laugh out of their mouth but looking on their face that the question was also a little serious. "Seriously, how do we do?" They repeated.

"Well, I can pay for Yiri while you two are paying on your own," Park proposed to them, gesturing to the two. "If you two have brought their wallets with them, I presume," She added before Zasha moved their hands inside their jacket, taking out a black wallet.

"Have it with me," They said, showing up the walled to me & Park.

"Now, we should..." Park stopped to look at the two queues near the counter with behind it, the opened kitchen while two cashiers were taking the commands of people. "Get ourselves in the two differents queues as we could all have our lunches at the same time," She resumed, gesturing at the two queues.

"Why not?" Portnova agreed on this, followed by a nod from Zasha.

"Okay, we'll see where we'll eat, supposing that we eat inside," Park told them before the two decide to walk towards the right waiting line as I & Park were moving to reach the left waiting line behind it, now awaiting.

"Uhm...Park?" I silently called her out about something I've been wondering at the moment we arrived in line.

"Yes?" She breathed.

"I never ask if I've got a paycheck as I'm working with..." I started to demand but as we were in public, I couldn't say that our jobs were at the MI6. "Well, you know what I mean,"

"Are you asking me this now?" She asked and I nodded at her. "Of course that you got a paycheck, you're working with me," She responded, grinning at me.

"And...why I wasn't aware of it before? Do I have a sort of...bank account since I'm a British citizen?" I questioned, taking a step as we were at least two people before we could be taken into account while Zasha & Portnova were at the same level as us.

"First, you didn't ask about it at all but I thought about it and two...yes, you have one but as I said, you never asked about it," She answered, fully honest in her voice and adding a lovely nudging at my left arm, making a very silent moan because of it.

"That's hurt," I said in a low voice.

"Come on, it was nice," Park protested in a good voice, and honestly, that part of her did really manage to get over the recent events of today and that was for the better. "So, what are you taking?" She asked me, making me look at the panel where everything about menus, drinks & desserts were shown up.

"Let me think," I muttered, my hand moving above my chin in a thinking pose by looking up, the various choices of burgers flowing in front of my eyes as we advanced in the line, arriving in front of the woman who was the cashier.

"Hi, welcome to Burger Town, what are you ordering?" The woman asked hands-on the cash register.

"Hi, I would take a Classic Burger with medium french fries & a coffee," Park started, having made her choices pretty fast before turning her head around to look at me, still having my eyes on the big panel. "Made your choice?"

"Yeah, I would take a...Crispy Chicken Burger with medium french fries too & a coffee...like my girlfriend," I responded and Park's eyes went wide at my last word, adding a cute blush on her face.

"Oh, you two are together? That's so great," The cashier exclaimed, Park, turning her head around with a smile to her.

"Uhm...yes, we are," Park affirmed, giving me the best grin I could make, peaking my eyes a little to my right to see Portnova & Zasha still waiting for their turn.

"Wow, I can say that you're looking both cute together," The cashier confessed, this time, blushing with Park on my face. "Anyway," She purposely coughed. "Your order has been registered, it will be 11.22 pounds," She announced the price as Park got her own brown wallet out of her jacket and giving two bills and some coins to the cashier. "Thanks, we're going to assemble your order, you can wait here," She said, pointing towards a meter away from our position.

"Thanks," Me & Park told in unison, complying with the cashier's demand to step aside as some people behind in the kitchen were starting to prepare our order.

"Wow, I didn't expect that," Park spoke up.

"Expect what?" I narrowed my eyes at her, wondering about what she was thinking.

"About been together, that's good and surprising to say," She revealed before surprising me literally by giving me a kiss on the left cheek, bringing back my blushing that I was only able to get away. "Thanks, Yiri," She whispered, keeping the smile on her face and reciprocating it on my own as we were now waiting for our lunch.

The people behind were working very fast to gather what we ordered, never saw people moving like this and...it kinda makes me think that this place wasn't called a 'fast-food' by now looking at how those people weren't making a pause in their moves, always moving, never saw one actually stopping at the same place and only a simple minute after we give away our order that it was ready and given to us on a platter.

Park took it in her hands, now looking around inside to find an empty table and our search wasn't so hard at all, having found a perfect table in one of the corner of the restaurant and directly moving towards it and sitting on the comfortable seats, Park getting in front of me, letting either Zasha or Portnova sit next to me. About them, we were just getting sit that they were also finished with having their order and finding us.

"You got everything?" Park asked at seeing the two arrive near the table, Zasha holding the platter in their hands.

"All good," They replied, putting the platter on the table as Portnova moved to get sit next to Park, Zasha sitting next to me. "What did you get?" They demanded.

"Well, Yiri got a Crispy Chicken Burger, medium french fries, and a coffee like me...and all of us," She started, moving my hands on the things that are mine: burger, fries & drink and also looking at both platters, seeing that everyone ordered coffee. "And me, staying classic with a Burger Town Classic Burger," She added. "And what about you both?"

"I ordered a Double Cheeseburger with large french fries," Zasha responded, taking their things from the platter.

"I asked for a Burger Town Special Burger even if I'm new to this sort of place," Portnova told, moving the platter towards her.

"You never had eaten a Burger Town?" I questioned her, sounding curious.

"No, our old Mother Russia isn't having restaurants like this, and my lovely Zed didn't introduce me when I arrived here...until now," Portnova answered, unwrapping her own burger, not looking like the one on the panel...but still looking tasteful. "That's going to be the first burger of my life,"

"And to say that I had to ask the cashier about removing the tomatoes from your burger," Zasha scoffed, Portnova looking at them with a sort of deadly glare. "What? I remember that you said that you hate tomatoes,"

"I do," She smirked, not sounding affected as I was unwrapping my own burger and the little bag of fries along with Park & Zasha. "And you, Grigoriev? Did you eat a burger before?"

"I did...the last time I ate one was the day of my birthday," I revealed, remembering the night that we came back this day with Zasha at the MI6 safehouse in West-Berlin, Garrett & Greta having ordered Burger Town for us & them.

"Yeap, I remember, that was a nice day," Park smiled at me, thinking either of the birthday...or what happened during the night..."Anyway, I think that our burger awaits to be eaten, right?"

"I'm damn hungry so yes," Zasha breathed, taking their own Double Cheeseburger in both hands before taking a bit from it.

"Enjoy your food," I exclaimed and everyone smiled at me before tasting my own Chicken Burger in my mouth.

It was nice to make some changes from the usual food we were eating since days at the apartment and that was a thought shared by the others who were enjoying their fries & their burgers by looking at their faces and of course, we talked about everything and nothing except for work during the large part of the lunch, wanting to keep it a bit enjoying for the moment but also to stay discreet above all, having bystanders around us and acting like normal people taking a lunch....if only it wasn't acting.

"Well, our burgers were nice, now for the coffee," It was Zasha sounding enthusiastic as we were all finished with our burgers & fries after a good ten minutes, grabbing their coffee in their hands.

"You were more excited to be on that part of lunch than the burger, right?" I presumed, seeing them like that.

"You & your coffee," Portnova rolled her eyes around with a smile on her lips.

"Ain't my fault if I catch a coffee addiction," Zasha protested before taking a sip of their coffee, seeing on their face the relieving part of having caffeine in them. "So...Uhm...can we talk about what happened with that CIA guy?" They started after looking around, the place was less filled, and no one was passing or near us for the moment.

"Wasn't so nice, to be honest," I replied, my right fingers moving in a circle around the top of my cup. "Guy acted like an asshole, he said that the CIA was 'going to do what the MI6 couldn't do'" I added, gesturing with my fingers about the last part.

"What? The CIA is in London? And they're going to give us troubles to search for Perseus?" Portnova demanded, sounding a little confused.

"They have ears & eyes everywhere and yes, they will give us more troubles than help," Park responded, taking a deep breath while looking outside.

"Do you think that they'll try to disturb us in our search?" I nodded when Zasha asks that, knowing the CIA too well now.

"It's the CIA, don't need to ask for that when you heard its name," I muttered, shaking my head before looking outside, seeing a lot of cars along the sidewalks of the street.

"Guess that's something typical from the CIA," Portnova added but then, I was getting less into the discussion as a detail in the street was troubling me.

In all the car that was parked, there was a particular one that was keeping my attention: it was a dark black one, looking like a sedan type of car on the other side of the street but then, its occupants were suddenly too familiar for me...the same CIA guys that were guarding our office earlier in Century House, the same ones and for me, they weren't here for the burgers or the coffee but for us...the CIA has eyes & ears everywhere...

"Fuck," I thought to myself, only moving my lips a little, drifting my eyes back on the discussion between the trio, trying to think of something until I found in the middle of the table, a salt shaker..."Might be useful," I continued to speak to myself in my head as I grab the shaker in my right hand, putting it between my middle & ring finger. "Zasha, can you move? I need to go outside to get some air,"

"Uhm...of course," They complied in an instant, moving to get up and allowing me to move.

"You're okay, Yirina?" Park asked, worried.

"Yeah, it's just...I need some air, I'll be not long," I replied, reassuring her even if I was lying about it before I start to walk away from the table to get outside by a side door.

Honestly, I didn't know what my plan was going to be but I couldn't let the CIA have their eyes on me, and making a stand was the only way for me to get it done and a direct confrontation with those two agents was going to be the thing. I took the salt shaker with me for precaution, keeping it between the fingers of my right hand and not wanting to be spotted by the two, I decided to faint to go away from the restaurant.

After a few seconds of having faked to walk to another street, I came back, taking the pedestrian crossing to get on the other side of the street where their car was and thankfully for me, the street was empty to let me do what I needed to do here. I took a deep breath and checking if everything was good until I arrived at the right side of the car, seeing from up close the two men looking in the direction of where we were sit in the restaurant.

"Hey," I started, knocking with my left fingers on the window to get the men's attention on me and they turned around, their faces looking a bit confused. "How it's going?" I asked, awaiting no response before I go into action.

I used the salt shaker in my right hand to punch the window so hard that it breaks at the impact but the punch wasn't stopping here at it landed right on the man that was on the driver seat, hitting him right below the right eye and bloodying him before wrapping my left arm around his neck to get him up and reach his gun at his belt as the other one was trying to get his one too but...

"Don't!" I ordered in a clear voice to the man, stopping him and aiming this friend's pistol at his face. "Show me," I said, causing him to take out his gun, holding it with two fingers at his grip. "Give it to me," I demanded, still complying as he handed over the gun, the cannon aiming at the ground and I took it in my left hand. "Let me guess, CIA?"

"Yes, we are," The man replied, his hands up. "It's 'Alex' who ordered us to follow you, said that it was 'orders from the top'," He added, giving me away what I needed.

"Hudson?" I suggested.

"I don't know, miss, that was the only thing he said to us, nothing else," The man responded, his eyes trying to look away from me as I moved my left hand to hide the second gun below my jacket, releasing the unconscious guy.

"Tell your 'Alex' that you don't follow me and my friends because if you continue, it's not because we're 'allies' that I will start to cut off every ears & eye of the CIA in London, is that clear?" I warned him and the man nodded in fear before I aimed down the gun. "I don't like being followed, hope that got well warned, asshole," I continued, done with those guys now, having given my warning.

Once done, I walked away from the scene, taking out the guns and disassembling them along the walk, unloading them and make them useless before throwing them both inside a trash bin on the other side of the street, crossing it like that to join back the restaurant and tell the others about what happened, still having the salt shaker between my fingers.

"We should go back to Century House," I spoke up when I arrived near the table with the others as Zasha got up, thinking that I wanted to sit back.

"What's wrong?" Zasha asked me, Park & Portnova looking at me confused.

"The CIA has followed us, the same two guys that were guarding our office are in this car at the other side of the street," I replied, pointing outside with my hand towards the black car who at the second I said this, was starting to drive away. "That's why I got to get outside,"

"Bloody hell," Park muttered, breathing in desperation of that. "They actually meant it that they were having their eyes on us," She continued, Portnova going up from her seat.

"What do we do now?" She demanded.

"Go back to Century House and...keep an eye at our backs now," I suggested to the trio who nodded at me in approval. "They will maybe still listen and keep watching us despite my warning," I thought as Park got up from her seat, Portnova putting on her jacket and Zasha taking the last sip of their coffee.

"You're right, let's go back to the MI6," Park whispered, moving to get next to me before Zasha & Portnova take the lead to get out of the restaurant, now having another personal problem to face in just one day...

"If it wasn't enough, the CIA has to stay the assholes they're always has been,"

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

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prettyinlimegreenboots · 3 years

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The Twelve Days of Holly, Jolly Tidings - Day 2

Disclaimers: I watched “Dash & Lily” the other day on Netflix. This story is LOOSELY based on that book and Netflix series. I do not own “Dash and Lily” or Newsies or anything recognizable within the series. There are occasional curse words throughout the series, nothing too horrible but there’s some.

Saturday, December 14

Mornings were the worst for her. It was awful having to drag herself out of a warm bed, only to be cold as soon as her feet hit the hardwood floors. She mentally reminded herself that she needed to purchase some rugs, as the hardwood floors weren’t going to be so forgiving as the winter months continued.

Quickly getting dressed, she threw on a pair of jeans and a festive winter sweater that was cozy enough to combat the harsh NYC December weather. Slipping her feet into her slippers, she padded out to the living room, shocked that she saw colorful lights reflecting against the wall.

Pausing, she distinctly remembered unplugging the tree last night before she went to bed, but low and behold it was lit up. As it was yesterday, a box wrapped in emerald green reindeers was sitting under the lit up tree.

She bypassed the tree, heading into the kitchen to make a cup of coffee. Waiting for the drink to brew, she shook her head at her boyfriend. His one mission in life was to make those closest to him happy - as long as those he loved were happy, he was happy.

They had met accidentally - he had bumped into her outside of the library their junior year of college. She was studying journalism while he was studying mixed media arts - they should have never met, not in a million years, they had no reason to. He had apologized profusely, before convincing her to grab coffee with him. After a few minutes, she agreed and that was the start of their relationship. She couldn’t stop thinking about him and after a month, he confessed the same thing before asking her out on a date. For the past 5 years they had been together; her effortlessly fitting in with his group of friends and him charming her little group of friends.

The coffee maker beeped, letting her know her cup of joe was ready. She added some creamer before padding back into the living room, sitting on the floor in front of the tree. Taking a sip of the coffee, she sighed in contentment before picking up the box. As she did yesterday, she smiled taking the notebook out of the box, eager to see what Jack had up his sleeve for today. Walking over to the couch, she settled in before opening the notebook to see the familiar scrawl.

Katherine,

Happy 2nd day of Christmas! Based on what you wrote yesterday, it seemed you had fun on your little adventure - that makes me so happy!

Today’s adventure - you’re going to see the Big Guy himself. Head to the Harold Square Macy’s and tell him exactly what you want for Christmas - let your imagination run wild, tell him everything!

Have fun today and I love you!

Jack

Biting back a cuss word, she shook her head. Of course her boyfriend would send her into a department store with only 10 shopping days left before Christmas. Pausing, she smiled - she had confessed to Jack how she loved going to visit Santa as a child. There was something special when her parents would take her and her siblings to visit Jolly Old St Nick and tell him everything they wanted that year.

Maybe Jack knew her better than she thought he did . . .

Later that afternoon

Pounding down the stairs to the D train, she rubbed her hands together vigorously trying to get some warmth in them as she bounced on her toes waiting for the train to arrive. Her ears picked up the sound of someone playing Silent Night on a violin a bit down the platform. Singing softly under her breath, a smile tugged at her lips as she listened to her favorite Christmas song.

The train came into the station with a screeching whine, before coming to a complete stop, allowing passengers to leave and others to hop into the car. She took a seat, her bag on her lap as the train continued its journey.

Secretly, she had always loved the Subway, even as a child, though her parents hated it. She always loved that everyone was together in that car just to get from one place to another. When she was on longer train rides, she would try to figure out where everyone was going to - meeting up with friends or family, first dates, old dates - but as she got older, she stopped playing the game, opting to write on the longer journeys.

She was knocked from her thoughts as the train pulled into her station. Making sure she had everything, she made her way out onto the platform before ascending the stairs and heading to Macy’s. Biting back a groan, she watched hoards of people make their way to the famous department store before walking inside. Sighing, she pushed herself forward and joined the queue to get into the store.

Taking a moment to get her bearings, she inhaled deeply before pushing forward. She headed to the 8th floor, where Santa Land was located. Trying to hold her frustrations down, she put a smile on her face as she made her way up the escalators.

As she stepped off the escalator, she was surprised the line wasn’t very long. Joining the queue, she ignored the looks from the parents in the line, pulling out her phone to see a message from Jack.

Ignore the haters - enjoy your time with Santa. Remember, tell the big guy alllllll the things you want

She grinned, her finger dancing across the screen texting him back. Do you have an in with the big guy? Trying to figure out what to get me for Christmas?

Three dots bounced up and down as he typed something. Nah, your present is bought and wrapped and hidden away. But Race might need some help so he’ll be conferring with the big guy

She threw her head back laughing at his response. He never failed to make her laugh, one of her favorite qualities of his. If Race needs ideas, he can ask me himself. I’m in line at Macy’s.

The three dots returned as she moved closer to Santa. I know . . . have fun.

Her head whipped around the area, looking for a telltale sign of Jack being near. Looking around, she didn’t see him anywhere. Her phone vibrated again in her hand. You’re cold as ice, sweets. Don’t look for me . . . just have fun and tell the big guy everything on your list.

She shook her head, watching a little girl enthusiastically greet Santa. BTW, you look really cute in your Santa hat. After your visit with Santa, look in the notebook.

Glaring at her phone, she couldn’t help the giggle that escaped her mouth at his text message. She watched the little girl hop off Santa’s lap before the elf gave her a look, motioning her forward.

Walking up the steps, she gave Santa a look before he patted his lap. She grinned, pushing away her embarrassment before taking a delicate seat on his lap. “Hello Santa.”

“Hello Katherine.” Her eyes went wide, as Santa grinned at her. “Merry Christmas. Tell, what would you like me to bring you this year?”

She thought about all the things she could tell him but one thing came to mind. “I just want my family and friends to be happy.”

He chuckled deeply, a typical Santa laugh. “Jack did mention you’d wish for something not for yourself but for others. Now, Katherine, what can I bring you?”

“You know Jack?” She whispered, giving him a look before scanning Santa Land.

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Yes, our friend Jack is a mutual friend. But, Katherine, what do you want for Christmas?”

“I want to believe again . . . and a new fuzzy blanket.” She rushed out, chuckling along with his deep chuckles as he shook his head.

“Merry Christmas, Katherine. I hope all your wishes come true.” He handed her a candy cane before a photo was snapped. As she stood, he winked at her before becking the next child in line forward.

She skipped down the stairs, pausing to look at Santa once more before heading towards the exit. She scanned the area once more before heading towards the escalators. She headed down to the third floor, where she knew a Starbucks was located. Walking in, she quickly ordered a Peppermint Hot Chocolate before picking a table. Putting her bag on her lap, she grabbed the notebook from it before flipping it open.

Did you tell Santa I say hello? Did you tell him everything you wished for? Santa and I go way back . . . he’s an old family friend who loves the romance of the holidays.

Now I want you to think about your past Christmas’ - what are the things that stand out when you think about those memories? Write them down . . .

A smirk tugged at her lips as she thought of Christmas’ past. Her sixth Christmas especially stands out because she ended up in the Emergency Room with a broken wrist from a sledding accident gone horribly wrong. And the seventh Christmas when she received Samantha, an American Girl doll that she begged her parents for for months prior to Christmas. She remembers how still she got really still when she unwrapped the doll - absolute shock and awe across her face as she looked up at her parents. Her teenage Christmases were filled with rambunctious yells from her siblings as they uncovered whatever was under the tree.

In that Starbucks, she wrote line after line of precious memories, some of which she had never told a soul. The memories were easily recalled, tumbling into her mind faster than she could write them down. A smile was on her face the entire time she thought back on 24 years worth of Christmases.

Now re-read everything you’ve written down - you’ve had some great memories, all associated with Christmas and the magic the season holds. Now head to the second floor and look for the Teddy Bear display. Leave the notebook with the teddy bear with the green bowtie and there’s a surprise awaiting you.

Picking up her cup, she tucked the notebook back in her bag before leaving the shop. Hopping on the descending escalator, she took a sip of her hot chocolate, sighing and reflecting on the day she’s had. Stepping off the escalator, she went right, eyes wide looking for the teddy bear display.

As she rounded the corner, she found the massive display of more than 50 teddy bears. Stepping forward, her eyes searched high and low to find the teddy bear with the green bowtie. She grinned, finding him in the very center, holding a white box in its hands. Taking the white box, she slid the notebook in between the green bowtie bear and the adjacent bear, making sure it wouldn’t fall. Backing away from the display, she slipped into the doll section, careful to stay out of the way of serious shoppers. Taking the red ribbon off the white box, she smiled opening it up. A smile curled over her lips as she saw the small Santa charm nestled in the cotton. Picking it up, she grinned seeing his little red hat and jolly smile. Putting it back in the box, she put the box in her bag, eye looking at the display but noticing the notebook was already gone. She laughed, shaking her head before heading down the escalator and out into the city.

Meanwhile

He grinned, opening his phone and looking at the photo he took of Kat on Santa’s lap. She had the biggest smile on her face and she looked so at ease sitting up there. An old family friend had been playing Santa at Macy’s for years and was only too happy to help Jack out with his request. Locking his phone, he followed her as she made her way from Starbuck to the second floor where the toy department was. He watched her bounce on her toes, looking for the specific bear he had told her about before finding it, a smile lighting up her face. Watching that she was distracted, he quickly grabbed the notebook before slipping back amongst the toys. He grinned, this was turning out to be too easy and that was the way he preferred it.

Thanks for reading Day 2! I would love to hear your thoughts! Feedback is especially appreciated and loved!

#Newsies #Newsies Fan Fiction #writing #Twelve Days of Holly Jolly Tidings #jack x katherine #Holiday Fic

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softbiker · 4 years

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Agent 14 Oneshot

Warnings: maybe a couple bad words

Word count: 2.6k

A/N: While this is a continuation of the Steve x Agent 14 series, this particular installment has...almost no Steve lol. Just wanted to warn people before I get in trouble for that. It does, however, feature Agents 41 and 28 (from series written by @nacho-bucky and @kentuckybarnes )! Also, I plan on expanding and posting the full “menu” of custom drinks that 14 makes for her friends, so stay tuned for that! As always, enjoy and let me know what you think! :)

She squeals when the ad pops up as she’s scrolling through Instagram.

There it is, in all its glory, right between yet another engagement photo and a “no filter” celebrity selfie.

The S’mores Frappucino.

A towering frozen swirl of sweet vanilla and creamy milk chocolate, topped with the most mouth-watering promise of all: marshmallow whipped cream. And all of it dusted with a generous sprinkle of crushed graham cracker pieces. It’s enough to make 41 want to lick her phone screen.

With a flailing little backwards somersault, she rolls herself off the couch and bounds down the hallway towards Clint’s room, tie-dye socks slipping on the freshly polished floors.

“Guess what season it is?” She flings the door open with one hand, brandishing her phone in the other, her grin nearly splitting her face as she bounces up on her toes, eager to see his reaction - only to pull up short, a soft frown dragging her lips back down. The room is empty.

“Tweets?” 41 glances around the room, taking stock of the discarded socks and inside-out jeans littering the floor, a pair of her own boots flung to one corner, a plush sea turtle smiling at her from the bed. There’s a Sharing Size bag of peanut M&M’s on the nightstand, next to an open can of Red Bull, leaving a ring on the cover of last month’s Men’s Health which he’d permanently borrowed from Sam. She looks up at the ceiling - typically he leaves a vent open as a point of entry if he’s been…exploring up there. But no dice. Their vent remains screwed in place.

Shoving her phone in the front pocket of her hoodie, she backtracks towards the kitchen, rounding the corner from the hallway and sliding into the room Risky Business-style. A blazing mid-morning sun floods the room with light through the floor-to-ceiling windows, bouncing off of the metalwork backsplash and casting sparkles across the empty table. Hands on her hips, she huffs to herself, wondering where he’s run off to, before the clinking of glass bottles catches her attention.

Sticking up from the open door of the fridge is a vaguely familiar yoga-panted ass, waving in the air as its owner rummages through the shelves and drawers, muttering under her breath.

“Nat?” The red curls bounce in her ponytail as she stands at the sound of 41’s voice.

“Oh, hey, kid,” Nat smiles, propping a hand on her hip. If she’s at all bothered by the fact that her friend and coworker just got an eyeful of her backside, she hides it all with a poker face she probably mastered in super spy kindergarten. “What are you up to?”

“Just looking for Clint.” 41 pouts. She shifts her weight to one leg, scratching at her ankle with the toe of one sock. “You haven’t seen him have you?”

Natasha’s eyebrows flicker up as she closes the refrigerator with her hip.

“Oh - he didn’t tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

“The boys are all out for the day,” she sighs, rolling her eyes to the ceiling. “Some kind of belated bachelor party for Tony - even though he’s been married for a year, he said he missed out on the experience; so he kidnapped all of our male counterparts for the day.” Nat shrugs one shoulder, smirking. “Frankly the concept seems outdated - and sexist. But when has Tony ever listened to me?”

Nat notices the way her shoulders fall, the way her hands roll up inside the sleeves of her hoodie. Poor thing. And she’d come in here looking so excited, too; now her frown settles too deeply at the corners of her lips, eyes cast somewhere on the floor. Abandoning her search for a snack, Nat slides onto a bar stool at the island, propping her chin in one hand.

“You have any plans for today?” she prompts. She’ll deny it till her dying day, but the formerly made-of-marble assassin feels…soft at her core now. No, not her abs - her backflips are as tight as ever; but somewhere behind her ribs, deeper than her muscles, there’s a marshmallowy give to her now - the press of fingers could leave a dent on her.

And that’s why, God help her, she couldn’t stand the sight of 41’s frown. Couldn’t endure the downcast disappointment in her gaze. Couldn’t walk away from her halfhearted, sighing shrug.

“Not really,” 41 mumbles, licking her bottom lip. “I was just gonna see if Clint wanted to go get Starbucks with me. They’ve got the S’mores drink now.”

Pulling her phone from where it’s tucked into the waistband of her yoga pants, Nat quickly swipes through her messages and pulls up a group chat named ‘No Boys Allowed’.

I’m so gonna regret this, she thinks, but she types up her proposal anyway and taps send. Time to assemble.

***********

The bell over the door dings cheerfully, and 14 fights her inner groan long enough to yell over her shoulder, “Welcome to Starbucks!” She doesn’t turn from the drink in her hands, too afraid of spilling the milk (again) and having to remake this caramel macchiato. Gaze intent on the cup in her hands, she drizzles the sides with caramel, watching the sticky sweet goop glide down the walls of the cup. Satisfied that this should meet the customer’s request for “extra, extra caramel”, she reaches for her milk jug, glancing up from the machine where her espresso shots are queueing.

41 waves ecstatically when she meets her gaze over the espresso machine, a suspiciously casual Nat smirking over her shoulder. Wanda is following close behind them, hands shoved in the pockets of a denim jacket, despite the summer heat. Maria is already standing in front of the register, eyeing the menu, with 28 next to her, a pair of dark sunglasses pushed up on top of her head.

14 blinks.

With quick, nimble fingers, she finishes the drink in front of her and sets it up on the mobile order stand, awaiting the customer. Chase, the barista who should be covering front, is nowhere to be seen; but she doesn’t have any other drinks waiting, so she strides up to the register, tilting a curious brow at her friends.

“Ladies,” 14 smiles, tilting her head to one side. “This is…a nice surprise? A kidnapping? A mission?”

“Relax,” Maria says, punctuated with a good-natured eye roll. “We’re just here for the coffee.”

“Oh, sure,” 14 crosses her arms, leaning a hip against the front counter. “You guys are a little short-staffed, aren’t you? Where’s all the testosterone?”

“Looking for a certain star-spangled specimen?” Nat pipes up. Their group has clustered around the register in a close semicircle. “Boys’ day out. Some kind of adventure that will probably land Tony in the doghouse…but then again, he’s partying with a couple centenarians, so how bad could it be?”

“You’d be surprised,” 28 mutters with a quirk of her eyebrows.

In front of a group of super spies, superheroes, and super intelligent women, 14 fights to put on the best poker face she’s ever had in her life. At the mention of Steve - as well as the news he wouldn’t be joining them - Nat watches her closely; the only sign of her disappointment is the way she purses her lips, eyes flicking towards the door as though she might prove them wrong. And then it’s gone, her eyes turning back to her friends, a beaming, nose-scrunching smile fixed on her face.

“That sounds awful,” she giggles. “But very on-brand for Tony.”

A chorus of assent from the ladies, rolling their eyes and scoffing at the endless supply of evidence they have to that fact.

“Alright so…what can I get you?” 14 prompts. As much as she’d like to stand here, chatting with her friends, she’s still on the clock for another hour and a half - and there’s work to be done. Maybe it stings, chafes her heart a little, that this little outing doesn’t quite include her; that she’ll make their drinks and then they’ll leave, and then more drinks for more people for the rest of her shift. But these customers are more pleasant than most, and it’s not as though she won’t see them later, so she shoves down her insecurity and taps at the screen of the register, opening her till.

“Well we were thinking…” Wanda starts, glancing at Natasha. The two share an amused smirk that 14 doesn’t like at all. “…that maybe you could surprise us?”

“Except me!” 41 raises her hand, bouncing up on the balls of her feet. “I haven’t had a S’mores yet this year, I need one! Please?”

Stunned, 14 looks around the group, cocking one eyebrow.

“So…one S’mores, and then - you all want to be surprised?” What a request - she didn’t trust anyone to make a drink for her…that could really backfire.

“Well, you know us,” Nat shrugged. “You know what we like, what we hate, what we won’t drink…”

“Besides, it never hurts to try something new,” Maria smirks.

Teeth sinking into her bottom lip, a slow smile spreads across 14’s face.

“Alright, ladies, say no more-”

It takes her little more than a minute to line up her plan, squinting at each of her friends in concentration, a Sharpie poised to mark each cup, labeled with a name in her characteristic block-print scrawl. They crane their necks over the tops of the machines, trying to see behind the bar and guess what she’s whipping up back there. Ingredients flit through her hands, shaken into one cup, then exchanged for something else for the next. Syrups, cinnamon, juices, toppings. They try and fail to keep it all straight from one cup to the next, but she’s too fast, hands reaching between two drinks at once.

Finally, with a last look over her shoulder, goofily sticking her tongue from the corner of her mouth, she piles 41’s coveted marshmallow whip on top of her drink and sprinkles the graham cracker topping with a generous hand. 41 barely contains her squeal as she grabs 28’s elbow and points at it.

“That one’s mine! Doesn’t it look amazing?”

One by one, she lines up the drinks at the end of the bar, turning the cups so each name is properly shown.

“Alright, so what am I in for?” Maria cautiously waves her drink under her nose, letting the steam waft up from the small opening in the lid. Hers is a hot drink, its contents concealed in a thick paper cup proudly bearing the same green logo as its cardboard sleeve.

“I thought you wanted to be surprised?” 14 smirks, sliding 41’s frappucino across the bar into her glitter-nailed hands. 28 grabs hers as well, a refreshingly cold…something - she plunges in a straw and swirls the ice as she examines the pale pink color of the drink.

“Well, bottoms up girls,” Nat shrugs, inspecting the layer of foam on top of her drink before raising it to her lips. Wanda taps her cup with 41’s before tipping hers up as well. Standing behind the bar, a rag in her hands, 14 gnaws on her lip as she watches them sip her creations. She shifts her feet as she waits for the verdict.

“Wow.” Wanda’s brows shoot up, tongue flicking over her lip. “This is really good.”

“Yeah,” Maria agrees, going in for her second taste.

“Don’t know why you sound surprised,” 41 says around her straw and a mouthful of whipped cream. “Everything she makes is delicious.”

“Oh, thanks,” 14 brushes off the compliments with a one-shouldered shrug. “If you like it I’ll give you the recipe, so you can order it again?”

Various noises of agreement, all enthusiastic, all from full mouths. She smiles, grabs a blank receipt paper from the register and a pen from the pocket of her apron.

“Okay, so yours Wanda is a double dirty chai with cinnamon…”

***********

Folding her apron over one arm, 14 releases her hair from its butterfly clip and reaches for her backpack. She keeps a spare change of clothes folded neatly in the bottom, in case she has to run errands after work and can’t go out covered in coffee and syrup. The bathroom is empty and she ducks inside, slipping into a pair of cutoff shorts and and a tie-dye t-shirt; her faithful sneakers can make it through work and life, thankfully, so she wiggles her feet back into them, not bothering to untie the laces.

It’s been a long day. And a glance at her watch tells her it’s only…1:09 p.m.

Backpack on one shoulder, sunglasses perched on her head, she makes her way back out of the café, pausing at the end of the bar to get her drink.

“Here, girl.” Jade, the barista who made her drink, smiles as she hands her a straw. “You look like you need this.”

“I feel like I need this.” 14 smiles back as she jams her straw into the cup and takes the first sip. Iced blonde americano, 2 pumps toffee nut, a splash of sweet cream. She makes a small noise of pleasure - hits the spot every time.

“See you tomorrow!” she waves to her coworkers as she backs out the door, dropping her sunglasses down to her face as she steps into the unrelenting summer sun. Not two steps out the door, turning to the street, and she nearly bumps into-

“Nat?”

“Hey, long time no see.” Nat wiggles her fingers in a mocking little wave. The rest of their posse is clustered around a couple of bistro tables haphazardly shoved together outside the café.

“What…you guys are still here?” 14 cocks her head to the side. It’s been over an hour and a half at least, their drinks are sitting empty on the tables in front of them. She had assumed they’d be long gone.

“Well, duh,” 41 grins. “We’re going to lunch! And then - oh, we should get pedicures!”

“Oh, can we go to that new Thai place?” Wanda asks, leaning her elbows on the table. “It’s only a couple blocks down from here.”

“God, the things I would do for some egg rolls right about now-” Maria agrees, patting her stomach.

They start to stand from their tables, the metal chairs scraping loudly against concrete, and 28 gathers the empty cups to throw away in the trash cans next to the door. The group shuffles and chatters, eager at the prospect of lunch; purses and wallets are snatched up, phones tucked back into pockets. Wanda leads the way as they march off in pursuit of pad thai and egg rolls, the rest of the group falling in behind her on the sidewalk. Even in the early afternoon heat, they link arms and laugh and stand too close together, sharing giggles and gossip.

Nat lightly bumps 14 with her shoulder, her green eyes gone pale and glittering in the sun.

“You didn’t really think we’d eat and run on you?” she smirks. “Come on, I’m starving.”

14 ducks her head and grins.

“Just one second-” she says, sliding her phone from her back pocket. She snaps a picture of her drink, then smiles at Nat. “Okay, now we’re good.”

Nat rolls her eyes.

“Wow, that was so basic-”

“Shut up.”

A few minutes later, sitting in a blessedly air-conditioned Thai restaurant, she captions the photo ‘new drink for you to try next time - I highly recommend it’ and hits send.

Somewhere across town, shoved cheek by jowl with his buddies in the back of a stretch limo, the interior vibrating with music and lit with flashing LEDs, a super soldier smiles at his phone.

#agent 14 #steve rogers x agent 14 #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers fic

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staruplatinum · 5 years

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so, here it is. 4.5K words of pure smut and filth - MY GIFT TO MY FOLLOWERS!! Thank you so so much for 1000 followers (◞ꈍ∇ꈍ)◞⋆**✚⃞♡

this was a little hard to write since there are 10 point of views - I wrote every La Squadra member in this; including Sorbet and Gelato. I hope it isn't confusing to read, and that you understand what is happening in the background.

warnings: extremely nsfw, this story includes graphic depictions of a gangbang, multiple creampies, cum eating, rough sex, degrading.

thank you as always for your support!♡

tagging some people who might be interested @lasquadrahoe @beedingtears @e-lectroma @bjnurse

Being the only female member in all of La Squadra was rough. You had to deal with all 9 men staring at you; constantly checking you out. Sometimes it was unwanted - like when you were just trying to do the dishes and melone would sneak up and grab your ass - but other times, you couldn’t help but blush at the feeling. It felt nice to be sought after. On top of the ogling issue; you had to deal with cleaning up most of their messes. While Risotto, Prosciutto,Gelato, Pesci and Sorbet were pretty good with cleaning up after themselves, the rest always left a mess in one way or another. Formaggio’s room was a disaster - filled with cum rags, playboy magazines, empty food boxes and clothes. Melone and illuso always left their hair and skin products on the bathroom sink, while Ghiaccio’s room was always freezing and filled with crumpled paper and books all over the place.

Despite it all, you really couldn’t complain. While you were an assassin yourself - you were also La Squadra’s personal maid. You were hired to clean for them and occasionally cook - though Risotto preferred to cook for his team instead of making you do it. If needed, they’d often ask you to come join them on missions considering your skills were quite impressive.

The job description didn’t include that you’d be subjected to please each of the members whenever they wanted. But, again. You didn’t complain. What could be better than fucking 9 very attractive men? They always took their turns with you; and each were assigned a night to have you. Sorbet and Gelato usually took you at the same time, while the others preferred to be separate. Some days, you had sex with at least 5 different members. It made you feel dirty, but this was your life now.

When you came home one night, you noticed all the boys playing poker - drunk. The living room reeked of alcohol and cigarette smoke (courtesy of Prosciutto!) and you already dreaded having to clean this mess. Peroni bottles littered the area - some were even broken.

“Ciao! Y/N! You’re back already?” Formaggio practically yelled, before laughing right after with Melone.

What was so funny? You couldn’t tell. You knew it was just the fact that they were drunk. You sighed heavily, putting your purse down on the counter. You walked over to where they all were seated- the clink of your heels making noise as you crossed the hardwood floor.

“Why don’t you come and join us Bella?” Melone asked - there was a mischievous tone in his voice.

“I’d love to, but I have to clean this entire mess that you boys so graciously made for me” you spit back. You weren’t upset; but today had been a long day. On top of that, you hadn’t had a chance to have sex with any of them for about a week, since their last mission took rather long. Tonight they were celebrating their win. You couldn’t help but feel needy, all you really wanted to do was brush your teeth, wash your face, go masturbate in bed and then sleep.

“Come on y/n! Join us. This mess can wait.” Melone insisted. He was always SO persistent when he wanted something, and instantly the hairs rose up on your neck. You hesitated for a moment, before thinking that maybe, just maybe, Melone wanted to fuck you. If he did, you know you’d feel satisfied tonight. Sighing, you mumbled a faint “fine” before sitting down next to the spare spot on the couch with Melone.

As soon as your bum reached the leather of the couch, melone wrapped his arm around you while passing you a Peroni. You stared at him for a moment raising an eyebrow before saying “fuck it” and downing the bottle in front of his eyes.

They all stared at you in shock.

“What? Did you think I was innocent or something?” You asked them rhetorically as faint laughter echoed through the base from them all. You didn’t want them to answer that question, since they had seen just about everything you could do in the bedroom...

An hour passed, and now you were confident with how much alcohol you had drank, along with the others. As more bottles littered the coffee table and the floor, you could hear faint conversations from all around the room. Your vision was slightly blurred, everything was hilarious to you, and you never felt more confident than you did in this moment.

“So who’s going to fuck me tonight?” You asked. “I’m sooo needy…” you added, admitting just how desperate you were. “... and it’s been too long!!”

There was a soft whine to your voice as you grabbed your breast through your bra sensually.

Immediately, all men lost their train of thought as they looked at you. Formaggio stood up, offering to take you. You nodded, but before you two could get to the bedroom Ghiaccio scoffed and threw a bottle at the wall directly behind you.

“Tchhh! As if you can even fuck her as good as I can! I want her tonight!!” He yelled.

You held your hand to your ear as you tried to block out his tone. Maybe it was the alcohol making you sensitive - but hearing Ghiaccio tell really pierced your ears.

“Back off man, I got up first” Formaggio spat. You held onto his arm for protection since you really didn’t want an argument to go down right now, and because standing up was starting to make you rather dizzy.

Melone cleared his throat before suggesting something that caused an awkward silence.

“What about if we gangbang her?”

The awkward silence ensued for a good minute before you noticed every man in the room with a smirk - except Pesci, who was visibly sweating. You knew that he wanted this just as bad, though.

“I think that’s a great idea. Finally, stronzo. Your freak brain comes up with something good.” Prosciutto added as he stood up and patted melone on the shoulder. He looked over to you, and suddenly you felt 9 pairs of eyes on you - a red blush forming on your face.

Formaggio suddenly let go of you as he pushed you back over to the couch, causing you to fall on your hands and knees. You bit your lip in anticipation.

“Who’s first?” Illuso asked, smirking down at your small form.

“Why don’t we ask her? Who do you want y/n?” Prosciutto asked, while patting down on your head.

Your face stayed a bright red as you surveyed the room. There were so many options! If only you could have all 9 of them inside you at once - sadly that would be impossible, especially considering the size of their cocks.

“Melone.” You said, winking at him. Sure, he could be creepy at times, but you really wanted him to take the lead - after all, he was kinkier than the rest.

“Good choice Bella,” melone added as he lay back on the couch, pulling you up with him. The two of you began to make out, hands grazing each other’s exposed skin. Melone moaned into your mouth as you started to grind your hips into him; feeling his cock get increasingly harder with every movement. Thank god you were wearing a skirt, Melone thought to himself. He pushed your lace panties to the side, and slowly began to drag his index and middle finger along your slit. Pulling away from the kiss, he jokingly mocked you. “You really are wet, bella. How long have you been wanting this, hm?” You shook your head and closed your eyes, barely able to form words, you just wanted to be fucked. Melone chuckled and lifted up your skirt.

“You should all come here and see this for yourself.”

Immediately, the rest of the men in the room leaned closer as melone lifted up your skirt; exposing your pussy to the hazy room and showing how shiny it was from your wetness.

As if on queue, they all started to palm themselves through their pants as they patiently awaited their turns.

“Melone, hurry up. We don’t have all night.” Illuso added, his cock was the most visible in his pants since he was also close to you, but who was really paying attention? All you knew was that every man in this room was going to be inside you soon enough, in one way or another.

Fed up with their insistent bickering for him to hurry, and the grinding of your hips, he finally pulled his long cock out. As slutty as it sounds, you knew how every man in La Squadra looked “down there” and Melone wasn’t lacking in any sense - his dick was always so smoothe. Lifting your hips slowly, you lined up his head with your entrance and slowly sunk down on him, eventually bottoming out.

“Merda!” he hissed as he felt your tight walls clench around him. He instantly began to fuck up into you fast, the sound of skin-slapping echoing in the now-silent room.

“Pull her skirt up so we can watch man!” Formaggio yelled. Melone didn’t really care, but he obliged anyways, for a brief moment at least, until Illuso interrupted him.

Illuso pulled your face up by squeezing your cheeks, and you stared up at him with a lustful grin. You bit your lip as you ground your hips along melone.

“Think you can take us both bellissima?”

Before you could even answer him, Sorbet laughs under his breath.

“Of course she can. She takes Gelato and I all the time.”

The other members didn’t know this, so it was quite a shock to them. But really, no one gave a shit. You nodded up at Illuso, batting your lashes as you waited for him to make a move. Suddenly, he managed to push both you and Melone downwards into the couch, and soon you were laying on top of him. You pulled your skirt back up angling the view to Illuso as you anticipated for him to join in. Illuso and the other members watched - mesmerised - as they saw Melone fuck you. But the atmosphere was starting to change, and you knew these men were getting restless.

Illuso pulled his hard cock out, giving it a few pumps before kneeling between your and Melone’s legs. He spread apart your ass cheeks, getting a close-eye view of your beautiful cunt being stretched and fucked. He smirked, spitting on Melone’s cock to add some extra lube. He didn’t even need to ask permission - You and Melone were more than okay with this.

Surprisingly, Illuso slipped in with ease. You really were that wet.

The two men started to fuck you, grunting as they used your tight hole to their advantage. Illuso grabbed your hips, attempting to pull you more into a “doggy style” position, while Melone tried to pull you closer to him. You felt like a ragdoll between the two.

Meanwhile, Prosciutto, Pesci and Formaggio came up to you - standing in front of your face. “You forget about us, Dolcezza?” Prosciutto asked, blowing a puff of smoke from his cigarette.

You shook your head. How could you forget about the others? This was only the beginning!

Dazed and confused for a moment, you wanted to tell them to wait their turn, until Formaggio and Prosciutto brought out their hard cocks. Prosciutto dropped his cigarette and put it out with his shiny leather shoes. His hand began to pump his hard cock, pulling his foreskin back - while his other hand grabbed your hair; bringing your face closer to him.

“Get to work, bella. And maybe when these fools are finished, ill fuck you good.”

You hated when Prosciutto pulled your hair, but you knew tonight wasn’t going to be easy. Not only were they drunk - they were pent up and restless too. There was bound to be some roughness involved.

You opened up your mouth, making an ‘o’ shape as your left and right hand gently began stroking Formaggio and Pesci’s shafts. Prosciutto then took matters into his own hands and gripped the side of your cheeks - beginning to fuck your face.

It had only been minutes, but it felt like an hour already. There was so much movement going on from every angle, you didn’t even know what to think. Praactically every part of your body was being used!

Ghiaccio got closer to you and started to rub his hand against the soft mound of your ass, as Illuso and Melone continued to thrust into you. You, however, couldn’t even tell who was touching you anymore. From your peripheral vision, you could see other figures looming around you and jerking themselves off - just waiting for a turn.

Ghiaccio spit on his fingers before slowly rubbing your asshole - the sensation caused you to gasp - though it was muffled from Prosciutto’s cock being lodged in your throat. You could tell it was Ghiaccio by what he was doing- he knew what buttons of yours to press. You weren't going to complain though.

“Fuck. Bella - Im close.” Illuso spoke. “Wh-where should I finish?” he was starting to lose his composure.

Prosciutto was then courteous enough to pull out from your mouth, allowing you a moment to catch your breath before you spoke up.

“Inside. I want, I want you all inside!”

Your words alone, and everyone’s grunts and swearing was enough to make Illuso finish. He shot his seed deep inside you, and the sudden warmth and wetness caused you to clench down on both Illuso and Melones’ dicks. Melone didn’t want to end so early but the pressure was just too much. Seconds later, he finished as well, his cum mixing with Illuso’s as both men came to a stand-still.

Slowly, Illuso pulled out first as he gave his shaft one last pump to get rid of any excess cum. Melone followed after. Both men lifted you off of them, careful not to let any cum spill out. Immediately, you lifted your ass up and remained in doggy style position.

As the two men backed up and sat back down to “cool down” from fucking you, Prosciutto then pushed Ghiaccio away and grabbed your hips tightly. He surveyed you for a moment as your hands continued to jerk off Pesci and Formaggio.

“Pesci, you’re next - don’t cum all over her hands, you're going to fill her up too” Prosciutto snapped.

You looked up at pesci - clear worry and anxiety on his face.

“B-but!! I'm going to cum soon…. Her hands are so soft… it feels so nice” Pesci retorded back. Prosciutto paid him no attention as he noticed a small dribble of cum slowly drip down your folds. He smirked at this, and used the head of his cock to slide both the cum and his cock into you.

Prosciutto began to fuck you at a a rough pace, barely giving you time to adjust. Not like you needed it though, with all the cum lubricating your walls. He leaned down to pull your hair back and whisper in your ear.

“My my.. I always knew you were a whore. Taking 3 mens cocks in one night? And letting them cum inside of you? Disgusting.” he hissed, landing a hard slap on your ass.

You hated to admit it but everytime you and prosciutto fucked, he was always so vulgar and degrading. You loved it though. The deep tone of his voice and the smell of cigarettes that lingered in the air as he fucked you - it felt like heaven. Not being able to say much, you simply let out a whorish moan att his filthy comment.

“It's funny though, Dolcezza. Even though you’ve already taken 3 cocks, you’re still so -ngh- tight!”

You moaned again as your hands began to work Pesci andFormaggio’s cocks quicker.

In the background, you could hear the faint laughter and conversations between the 8 men, going on about how good you are and how much of a slut you are being, but there was one voice you couldn’t hear - Risotto.

You quickly surveyed the room as best as you can, trying to find him. Meanwhile, you were letting out cute moans and grunts here and there, particularly, whenever Prosciutto hit your cervix. Finally your eyes settled on him. There he was, sitting in his black leather chair, stoic as ever - watching this all go down. Your eyes trailed to the massive girth underneath his pants which was more than noticeable. You bit your lip in anticipation just thinking of how good it would feel inside of you. It happened many times before, but taking the size of his cock was always the hardest. When prosciutto pulled your hair back, you let out an audible scream of pain and pleasure.

“You fucking Puttana.. Don't look at him! I'm the one fucking you right now!” he cursed, as he slapped your ass hard. You nodded your head as best as you can while risotto just smirked.

Pesci pulled away from your grasp, panting

“I-if you don’t stop - ill cum all over your pretty face”Pesci whined.

“it wouldn’t be the first time”, you thought.

While the other men laughed at him, you gave him a reassuring smile. He was always so kind to you. Prosciutto gestured for Pesci to join him, and after a few more seconds, Prosciutto came - spilling his seed inside of you and coating your walls white. He wasted no time in pulling out and pushing pesci into you, urging him to just hurry up and cum inside of you as well.

Prosciutto made his way back to your mouth, telling you to clean him up. And you did. You sucked him off clean before he tucked his flaccid dick back into his pants and walked away to sit somewhere. Pesci was so close to cumming, yet he still remained ever so gentle with you. It was a nice contrast compared to the others who were always so rough.

As you continued to jerk off formaggio, you urged pesci to cum! “You feel so Good, Pesci- you're such a good boy!” you said, hoping that would make him finish. After all, there were still 5 very needy men who wanted their turns. Seconds later, he came inside you as well, moaning louding. You already felt so full of cum - like you’d overflow at any given minute. But, there was still Formaggio, Ghiaccio, Sorbet, Gelato and of course, your Capo.

Prosciutto called Pesci over, slapping his neck enthusiastically as he congratulated him.

Formaggio left your soft grasp and smirked, making his way behind you. “Finally, my turn!” he practically shouted. Just then, Gelato and sorbet, accompanied by Ghiaccio - came up to your face with their cocks out. You knew what that meant.

As Formaggio began to thrust into you at a fast pace, you repeated what you were doing earlier in the night. Your hands grabbed onto whichever dick you could get between the three, while your mouth was shoved open by ghiaccio’s length.

The other men who had already finished were slowly beginning to get hard again as they watched you take 4 cocks at once. It was quite a lovely scene, and none of them could deny the fact that they missed how tight and wet your cunt felt around them.

A slap across your face from Ghiaccio seemed to knock you back to reality, and you altered your mouth movements so you could accommodate him better. It was intimidating, feeling all these eyes around you. Thank god for the alcohol, or you would have been a blushing-embarrassed mess by now.

Time seemed to be going by quicker every time, you almost didn’t even feel Formaggio cum inside you until he pulled out. You felt a small trail of it ooze out of you and immediately he used his sensitive cock head to push the dripping cum back into you.

You were so close to overflowing. You knew you’d for sure be pregnant by the end of this.

Ghiaccio pulled away from your mouth and pushed Formaggio aside, taking his spot. His thrusts were fast- and enough to pull you back and away from Sorbet & Gelato’s cocks. They shot Ghiaccio a look of disapproval but proceeded to wait it out. Formaggio plopped down on the couch ; sinking into it as he shut his eyes. He always found sex to be so tiring.

Ghiaccios thrusts were rough, and he pulled your hair back as he fucked into you like a jackhammer. Luckily for all this “lube” or you were positive that your pussy would be burning right now from his rough pace. He kept calling you a “puttana” over and over as he came inside of you. You bit down on your lip as you breathed in heavily, smiling to yourself as your pussy gratefully took in his cum, adding once again to the others.

When he was finished, he made sure to let it be known how much of a whore you were, and how disgusted he felt with himself. However, none of the other men really paid him attention. It was Ghiaccio after all. What didn’t piss him off?

Sorbet and Gelato took this into their own hands as soon as he was out of sight. They decided to double team you, like they always did. Sorbet slid underneath you - careful not to let you “tip” over and “spill” any cum. Meanwhile, Gelato lined himself up behind you. As if on queue - both men pushed inside of you at once, causing you to let out a gasp and a moan of pleasure.

Whenever it was your night with them, they always loved to use you like this, though sometimes sorbet would fuck your ass while Gelato fucked your Pussy, and vice-versa.

Both men gripped onto you tight as their thrusts increased. When sorbet pulled out, Gelato pushed in. The contrast felt so nice as you felt the others sperm inside you make you extremely wet and slippery.

As the two lovers came inside of you, their dicks were coated with a clear layer of cum- both from themselves and everything else.

You made sure to keep your ass in the air once again, as they exited your vicinity.

Only one person left…

Risotto.

Risotto was different from the others. He was quiet, and he rarely liked to engage in big group chatter. But with his team, it was different.

He pushed you onto your back and put your legs over his shoulders - keeping you in the mating press position. It would be easier to take his full length this way anyways. As he leaned down to your face, he whispered:

“You’re such a cute little whore, Tesoro. Are you sure you’ve been stretched enough to take me? You know the others don’t compare-“

You held onto his cheeks and kissed him passionately.

“You know your cock is the only one that can make me cum ~”

You smiled at him as he pushed his length in as far as it could go. It was true what you said, risotto was the only one who could make you cum - and you felt extra attached to him for it. The way his thick cock felt inside of you was like heaven as you rubbed yourself to orgasm.

Risotto started to thrust into you slowly. Even though he had waited all this time, and was practically straining against himself - he was still always so kind and gentle, only being rough when you begged for it.

You could feel all the cum inside of you swishing around and mixing together. There. Was. So. Much !

Luckily risotto was so big, his cock acted like a plug of some sorts - keeping it all inside of you. That was, until, your orgasm approached.

Using your slender fingers, you began to rub your clit, moaning as loud as you could to get the other men’s attention. You wanted them to know WHO was making you feel like this. Risotto just smirked as he continued to fuck you. It was a nice confidence boost, knowing he could make you moan from pleasure.

Moments later, you screamed out your Capo’s name as you came all over his cock. The clenching of your walls sent him over the edge, and finally, he spilled his seed inside of you as well. Some of it was even leaking out of the sides of your cunt. As you both took a moment to catch your breath, risotto planted a chaste kiss on your forehead before holding your legs up and pulling out slowly.

The other men got up from where they were and immediately turned their attention to you. Once again, the intense gaze of their eyes felt embarrassing, but you couldn’t help but embrace how slutty you felt.

The 9 men in the room looked at your cunt. Red, used, and gaping, as a small white ooze could be seen making its way out.

You used your index and middle finger to gently rub the over-sensitive bundle of nerves, and sure enough, a gush of their cum came squirting out of you.

All the men stared in awe as you chuckled and bit your lip. Thanks to Risotto holding your legs up and apart, it was easier to see just how much cum was inside of your small hole.

“You’ve got to be pregnant after this Bella!” Melone shouted enthusiastically, though that was the last thing you wanted to think of right now.

Melone walked up to you and scooped up some of the cum with his fingers, bringing it to your mouth and forcing you to suck his fingers clean.

“Mmmm. Di molto ~” he hummed.

It took a few minutes, but as soon as you felt like most of their cum was out, Risotto let your legs go and you sat down, catching your breath. The couch was now a mess, filled with sweat, cum and god knows what else. You were not going to have fun cleaning this tomorrow.

Slowly as the night tapered off and the alcohol wore of, each man headed back to their rooms to get ready for bed.

When all was said and done, you quickly showered, brushed your teeth, and plopped down in your bed - naked. Tonight was definitely satisfying.

“I hope they all fuck me again…” you mumbled, before drifting off to sleep. Risotto, Prosciutto and all the other La Squadra members had heard this, as they stood outside of your door, watching your sleeping form.

Maybe your wish would come true.

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Vermilion. (m)

↳ chapter one: ridin the struggle bus

❧ genre: pro-hero’s bakugou/kirishima, poly, happy ending

❧ chapter warnings: none

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You sighed upon looking at the stack of paperwork that awaited you on your desk, sitting down with a huff and grabbing a pen.

You had just started working at the same agency the former Symbol of Peace, All Might, once worked at about 2 months ago. Graduating at the top of your class from UA, All Might himself helped to get you the job. He seemed to take a liking to you and took you under his wing after his own mentee Izuku Midoriya had graduated a year before you.

You gladly took the job, hoping it would be exactly what you needed to jump-start your hero career, but just like everyone else, you had to start at the bottom and work your way up, which mostly meant lots of days and nights being the office dog. So to say you were a little bit stressed and overwhelmed at the moment was an understatement.

On top of work, living on your own wasn’t at all what you had hoped for. Not being part of all the action and major hero missions, meant your pay wasn’t the best and it was a struggle trying to get bills paid on time and still have enough left over to feed yourself.

Speaking of feeding yourself, the organ nestled inside your belly was growling relentlessly. You dropped the pen in your hand as your head fell onto the desk and your arms wrapped around your waist, groaning.

“Paperwork again?”

A cheery voice asked from behind you, you could hear someone rustling through the papers that were scattered across the desk. You knew that voice, not bothering looking up.

“Well of course Red, I live for this shit!” You mumbled into the cool wood of the desk, feeling it fog beneath your lips.

“Need help,” he asked.

Finally, you lifted your head and looked at the man talking to you, he was wearing a hoodie and some black shorts, which usually meant he just came back from patrolling the city and was heading home for the day. Your hands dismissed him, head shaking with soft eyes.

“Oh no Kiri, you look like you’re on your way out. There’s no telling what you had to do today, I’m not gonna add on to that!”

Kirishima chuckled and flashed you an enormous sharp toothed grin that made the corners of his red eyes crinkle and made your heart stop. “ So cute, ” you screamed internally.

“I was just patrolling today and there was no action. Plus, I don’t have any plans, just waiting on Bakugou to get off so we can go grab some food before heading home!”

You couldn’t help but smile back and thank him immensely as he grabbed a chair and sat next to you.

Oh yeah, there was a perk to working where you did, and that was Eijirou Kirishima and Katsuki Bakugou. You knew of them before hiring on at the agency, since you all attended the same school and they were only a year ahead of you. Every now and then you’d bump into each other in the hallways, Kirishima would apologize repeatedly while Bakugou would growl. Unknown to you though, you seemed to catch the pairs attention during their last Sports Festival, when you finished in 1st place during your 2nd year. Your quirk and strength alone amazed them, and it didn’t help that you were incredibly cute, which Kirishima would admit to but Bakugou would try to deny it.

So when Kiri found out that you would be joining the team at their own agency, he was more than stoked to get to know you more. That meant, staying late nights and helping with the paperwork that everyone else seemed to pile on you, and helping you on errands and coffee runs. It never bothered him a bit though, it only meant that he got to spend time with you alone and learn more about you.

Bakugou on the other hand had mixed feelings. You caught his attention during his last year, but his goal to become #1 was more important than some girl. When he found out from an overly excited Kirishima that the same girl that piqued his interest only a year ago would once again be coming back into his life, he didn’t know if he was excited or annoyed. When you weren’t doing paperwork or other duties, he’d catch you in the agency’s gym training alone. Your quirk and power drew him back in like it did before and out of nowhere he offered to train with you. At first it was just so he could see exactly what you were capable of, sizing you up, but it slowly grew to him genuinely enjoying the time with you. You never held back against him and always kept him on his toes, which he loved.

So yeah, work wasn’t exactly hell, you did have the friendship of two really amazing guys, who were also very easy on the eyes if you had to admit. It goes without saying, a lot of flirting went on between the three of you, making your heart do flips for both of them. The two were extremely close, and you really admired the bond they had with each other, and you were beyond grateful to have their help. Especially right now, as you and Kirishima worked through the stack of papers together rather quickly. Here and there your fingers would brush against each other or your faces would come into close proximity as you’d explain what information goes where, causing a blush to cross your cheeks and making him struggle when he talked. You loved the effect you had on one of the cities manliest heroes, always seeming to make him melt with just a bat of your lashes.

A few more minutes went by until the mountain of papers were gone. You sighed and laid your head on Kirishima’s shoulder beside you, making him tense at first but quickly relax.

“Thank you so much Kiri, not only for tonight but for all the other nights you’ve stayed behind to help me. You really are my hero!”

Kirishima chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck, then craned his head forward to look at your face. “It’s no problem (Y/N), honestly. I was in the same position when I first started so I know how overwhelming it can be. But, I’ll let you in on a secret. I’ve been hearing around the office that you’ll be going on your first sidekick mission soon!”

Your head immediately shot up from his shoulder and looked at him with a smile and wide eyes, but quickly that hint of happiness turned sour as your eyes dulled and your smile dissipated.

“Yeah right, apparently I'm only good enough for paperwork and coffee!”

Kirishima frowned at the lack of belief in yourself when he believed in you so much. The red-head then chuckled and placed his finger on your chin, making you look into his crimson eyes.

“You’re incredibly strong (Y/N) and All Might himself recommended you. If I had it my way, you would’ve been out there with me immediately instead of stuck here with paperwork!”

You felt a blush cross your cheeks as his red eyes gazed into your own. After all the relentless flirting between the two of you, you could never get over how sweet he was. You realized that his hand hadn’t moved from your chin as his thumb brushed your jaw. Your eyes wandered to his lips that looked surprisingly soft; he noticed and looked at your lips as well. They were now parted and plump, tinted with a blush colored lipstick, the only type of makeup he ever noticed you wearing and it was taking everything he had to resist touching them.

"Kiri - " your voice spoke softly, breaking the silence between you.

“Oi, the fuck are you two doing?” A loud and brash voice broke the moment, making the two of you jump back from each other, a red tint crossing your faces. “Tch, can’t finish your own paperwork princess?”

"And queue Katsuki Bakugou," your mind cursed. Quickly recovering from the sudden intrusion, you crossed your arms leaning on the desk and looked at the ash blond in front of you. “You’re just jealous I didn’t ask for your help, Baka-gou!”

“What the fuck did you just call me you little –“

“Hey buddy, finally done,” a cheerful Kirishima cut off.

The red-head was always the peacekeeper when it came to you and Katsuki, trying his best to put out the flames between the two of you before they emerged into enormous uncontrollable fires. Sure the explosive hero had his good days with you, but that didn’t mean he still wasn’t an asshole at times, but - you loved to push his buttons.

“Yeah, I’m fucking starving, now let’s go!” Katsuki replied as he turned on his heels to walk out.

Kirishima went to get up but turned to face you with another smile, “Wanna tag along (Y/N)? We’re gonna stop and grab some food before we go home.”

“No she doesn’t!” Bakugou suddenly growled as he turned around and glared at you.

You glared back with a smug grin and stood up, “I’d love to!”

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The Demolition and Arms Race game modes have also received some changes with a more streamlined progression of weapons in each, plus some other tweaks you can check out in the overview.

There will be rewards for Riptide while it is live, just like the previous CS games. You can earn stars through weekly tasks, which will allow you to spend on new agents, including the "Guerrilla Warfare Terrorists", CT SEAL team "Frogmen", and the French Gendarmerie".

The map created by fans County which is a bit Far Cry 5-like was added to CS:GO official Matchmaking for Danger Zone mode. Basalt and Insertion II now have a place in the Competitive Deathmatch, Casual, and Competitive modes' matchmaking pools for competitive matches and Ravine Extraction, Ravine, and Wingman have been added to Wingman's official matchmaking. server list Grind, Mocha and Pitstop have been removed. Dust 2, Inferno, and Ancient have all got some adjustments, too, which you can read up on in Valve's notes on the patch.

Riptide's gameplay improvements include the ability to now drop grenades as regular weapons, along with an enhancement to body damage for the M4A1-S as well as an nerf for the Deagle. Dual Elites are now cheaper, and vision after death has been dropped to 2.0s from 3.0s (0.5s down from 1.0s for vision after headshot).

Today we are excited to ship the CS:GO's 11th Operation, Operation Riptide. New challenges await, with new maps, new game mode options, all-new Private Queues and more: https://t.co/w9Av3CkmrU

-"CS:GO" (@CSGO) September 22, 2021

CS:GO Operation Riptide is live and runs until February 2022. new mission cards being released every week during the first 16 weeks. Visit Valve's overview here for the full look at what's new.

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OVERNIGHT SHIFT

— COMPLIMENTS ON A BENCH ; PART 2/3

PAIRING: Theseus Scamander x reader

WORD COUNT: 938

SUMMARY: Theseus realizes his newly developed crush on you as he reminisces one of the few times he might have showed he cared about you. Theseus may have also unintentionally complimented you.

A/N: mmmmm not sure how to feel about this part but there’s more to come! Lav u xo.

MASTERLIST ; MASTERPOST

Despite the two of you being total rivals as Aurors, Theseus always had a soft spot for you ever your training days. Especially when you weren't throwing hateful comments at him. Now, his newly realized crush on you is an internal case of heartburn. Of course, he tried his very best to not show that a part of him may actually care about you, but there were times he couldn’t help but let it slip out.

February 7th, 1921

“Congratulations, Scamander.” you said with pure sarcasm as you stretch out your arm out to shake his hand. Instead of accepting the hand shake, Theseus simply scoffed. “What? Can’t I congratulate you and shake your hand like everyone else?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Admit it, Y/N. You’re just bitter about me becoming Head of Auror.” The side of his lips quirked up, “You can’t boss me around anymore.” he continued followed by a wink.

It was your turn to scoff. “Please. We are grown adults, Scamander.”

“Well, that’s ironic for an Auror who can’t handle herself on missions.” he beamed down at you as you shot him a deathly glare for bringing that incident up.

If looks could kill, he would've been dead.

“It was a mistake, Theseus. We all make mistakes.” You muttered softly. You hated making mistakes especially when Theseus Scamander was present and during the previous mission, he happened to be there to witness the whole thing. You weren’t exactly sure whether it was because you knew he would obviously never stop bringing it up and will continue to rub it in your face for the rest of your lives or it was because you did not want to disappoint Theseus?

Why did you even care about disappointing the man in the first place?

While you were trying to regain yourself from embarrassment, Theseus realized you had called him by his first name, which was a first. Something about the way you said his name made his knees weak and his stomach churn.

Nevertheless, he brushed it off, clearing his throat. “I’m- sorry.” he blurted, your eyes snapped up towards his.

“I don’t need an apology from you, Scamander.”

To be quite frank, Theseus was slightly hurt by your words, but it was normal for the two of you to have conservations in that way with pure rudeness and insults yet he could not shake the feeling of his slight heartache.

You were certainly going to be the death of him.

“I didn’t mean it anyways.” he winced slightly as he said those words. He sounded like a child.

He squirmed under your unwavering gaze with an unknown expression.

“Charming as always, Scamander.” you hummed, the side of your lips quirked up.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me. I have paperwork due in two hours.” You paused, taking a step closer to him as he felt his breath hitched.“You may the Head of Auror but as a reminder, I’m still a better Auror than you.” You flashed him a sweet smile before walking away ever so swiftly.

One of the other Aurors, Prewett, had overheard the entire conversation. The Auror let out a low whistle as the both of them watched you walk away.

“Be careful, Theseus. She might take your place.” He raised an eyebrow; Theseus rolled his eyes in return.“You better not be saying that in front of her.” He merely said, glaring at Prewett.

He let out a chuckle, patting Theseus on the shoulder before leaving him as well.

"Scamander!" you hissed, jabbing him in the shoulder with your elbow. He winced at this, rubbing the area you had just hit him. "Quit dreaming and focus."

Theseus shot you glare and then continued to look around. You and Theseus had been assigned to the patrol team, a few of Grindelwald's fanatics have been spotted passing around this area frequently. Thus, the two of you ended up sitting at a park bench, awaiting for your queue from Prewett himself, who was stationed near what they assumed to be Grindelwald's little club house.

Theseus proceeded to mumble something inaudible.

You rolled your eyes for the millionth time tonight.

If you were being honest, you felt extremely restless and blamed it all on the Auror that is sat beside you.

The bench was not exactly wide enough; your shoulder kept brushing his and it was infuriatingly distracting.

Theseus couldn't agree more.

His cheeks were pure red by now as he had just realized he had been staring at you the whole time as he took a trip back down memory lane.

Yet, he could not help but glance at you every now and then. How did he end up being rivals with such a beautiful and intelligent woman?

“You look nice.” he blurted, immediately cursing himself for thinking aloud. Your head snapped towards him, eyes wide. “What?”

His breath immediately hitched, feeling his cheeks burn even more than it already was. “I-I mean, you know, uh......”

You blinked at him. “I always dress like this.” you raised an eyebrow.

Theseus Scamander, Head of Auror has never felt smaller.

“But...... thank you.” The side of your lips quirked up as you tugged a strand of your hair behind your right ear.

This was the first time you had ever thanked him genuinely to Theseus.

He seemed to have realized that as well.

Before he could say anything else, Prewett had sent the signal; he pursed his lips.

“Let’s go, Theseus.” you said, immediately jumping to your feet, wand held securely in your hand.

He absolutely hated how he loved the way you said his name.

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