#Carries Kruger

[momegranates]

I drew this based on a text post from @weaver-z I saw over a year ago

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[thestarfishinjootsoffice]

Hcs with Slashers with an innocent looking child who curses for the first time.

Slashers in this are: Michael Myers, ghostfaces (Billy & stu), NBC Hannibal Lecter , Jason Voorhees, Freddy krueger, carrie white.

Summary: you were outside with your slashers and your bully/random person had the audacity to talk not so nicely so you throw profanities at them

A/n: I'm sorry if it was inaccurate on Freddy's part or any of the others, I only watched like one or two movies/eps of some of them ☠️

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Michael

You were out with Michael in the woods while telling him all the information you know about the neighbors and who would cause him the most and least trouble when your bully saw you and confronted you.

"Y/n, who the hell is this guy? He looks like he hasn't showered in months, you hang out with homeless people now?" Your bully bursted out in laughter and this also seemed to annoy Michael and he looked around 13-16 so he wouldn't have a problem killing him, and then you spoke.

Now, he was used to kids having foul mouth but he wouldn't have expected you to have it, you looked very innocent to say the least.

Would secretly encourage it, especially to your bullies. they wouldn't have lasted long anyways.

But would growl at you if it's directed towards him, either a "tf did I do wrong" Or a "don't talk to me like that young child" Kind of growl.

Over all wouldn't mind much but make sure not to use it much. (it reminds him if those annoying kids who would do extreme pranks on Halloween.)

Ghost faces (Billy and stu)

You were in a grocery store with billy and stu when you bumped into a bully of yours.

"Who the hell are they? Your mom's boyfriends?" Your bully started obnoxiously laughing while Billy and Stu were thinking of how bad they wanted to scare the kid into never messing with you again. And then you finally spoke.

Also highkey lowkey surprised when they first heard you curse, in their eyes you were a dumb little angel child who couldn't do anything wrong. Well, can angels curse?

Also very supportive towards ur bully but make sure not to also use it that much. (It scares them lowkey.)

Would definitely be the type to make you go up to random strangers on Halloween dressed up as an angel and act so nice and innocent and ask them horror quizzes and then catch them off gaurd by suddenly throwing profanities at them if they get something wrong.

(They killed them afterwards because why not.)

NBC hannibal

He was aware that you would know some swear words but didn't think you would know so many foul ones.

Some snobby kids started calling you crazy and stuff and saying it's ironic how your dad is a psychiatrist and that you're probably adopted.

Hannibal was about to speak but you beat him to it by cursing them out.

Would just stand there while you curse your bully out like: 🧍🏻‍♀️

If you say some in front of him prepare for a "Y/N!" And a lecture.

If it's especially directed towards him expect a 40 minute lecture.

Another "don't use it too much around them" Especially when he has patients around.

Jason

It was one of those rare days where Jason let's u out (he was really paranoid you would get caught in a bear trap even when he was holding your hand like you were going to fall down a clift)

And also those ultra rare legendary epic alpha extraordinary days where Jason doesn't have his mask on. (Be considered extremely lucky)

And random teenagers decided to come at the right/wrong time.

Somehow Jason didn't hear them because he was too focused on you.

And when the dumbass drunk teenagers saw him they automatically started making fun of him, which really startled and hurt Jason.

You didn't even waste a second before starting to curse them like crazy and also making fun of them.

hearing kids insulting you hurt 10x more than other adults or teenagers do, they fell quiet and ran away. (He killed them afterwards)

Really surprised Jason. Boy just stood there listening to every word you said

Mama Voorhees started scolding you too.

Jason would encourage you not to use it much since he doesn't want you to behave like those other "naughty" Children he occasionally saw.

Freddy Krueger

Your parents were out and Freddy was in your living room with you.

And you begged him to go out to trick or treat with you and he agreed eventually.

You had to occasionally stop Freddy from killing random annoying kids on the spot.

Your bucket was already full! Because of him scaring the treaters to give you more behind your back.

And your bully and her friends happened to spot you and your dad. (unknown to her.)

"Aw look, it's two freaks hanging out on Halloween." Angela said to you and Freddy.

"Is that really realistic makeup or are you actually burnt." Riley asked to Freddy.

"Sorry no offense but, aren't you a little too old to be trick or treating?"

The question was asked to Freddy again. All three of them started crackling like evil witches.

And Freddy was sure he was going to traumatize them in their dreams.

And then you as ofc the girlboss queen stood up to yourself and your crispy dad.

He's the "yass queen, go get them" Kind of dad.

(He did really traumatize them later though)

Carrie

I love her so much

Now, you and carrie were outside her school talking about what activities you should do later since her mother was being less strict these days.

When those obnoxious bullies of her spotted you two.

"Carrie are you seriously hanging out with children since no one else will now?" They started humiliating her while laughing.

She was so close to tears but you decided to stand up.

She's a surprised Pikachu face while thinking "oh Lord! My baby is swearing!"

Would kinda scold you to not talk like that again.

Hint word: kinda.

She would be too sweet and also grateful to fully yell at you, she probably said something like "please don't talk like that! what if mom heard you? She would never let me see you again. :("

Panics when you talk profanities but overall it's sweet.

[kittyamore0]

Slashers with a Vampire S/O:

[PART II]

CW: Biting, marking, breaking of skin, blood, slightly dom, immortal, GN! reader, blood kink and drinking blood

LITTLE NOTE I: Im in a slightly good mood and i wanted to write another character even though they aren't a slasher, but as a bonus!

LITTLE NOTE II: I've been up since 3AM working on this and then other things. Its currently 9AM and im having crucial back pain

BONUS: extra character

EXTRA CHARACTER: Violet Harmon

MAIN CHARACTERS: Stu Macher + Billy Loomis, Carrie White, Freddy Kruger, Tate Langdon, Bubba sawyer, GENRE: Headcanons

Fandom: Horror

STU MACHER + BILLY LOOMIS

Stu wouldn't believe you at first.

Billy tends to stalk you from time to time, so i think he would know

You also know that your loving, killer boyfriend stalks you

So you also know that he knew.

"Uh, Sweetie, you do realize its not Halloween yet, right?"

You scoffed and flashed your fangs at Stu and Billy

"Might be fake-"

"Bitch, please!"

Stu playfully rolled his eyes and smiled

Suddenly, you ran past him

But way too quickly

"Wait-- What the fuck?--"

Billy just snickered at him

"What are you laughing about?"

Stu narrowed his eyes

"Ive been knowing, you fuck-rag."

Stu did in fact realize you were not lying.

"And you didn't tell me?!"

"They just did,"

"You--"

"Enough."

Stu kept whining the whole week after that

He would ask stupid questions

Like Tif, he would watch Vamp movies with you

He will let you bite him just to feel how it feels

Sometimes it'll go well with Stu, sometimes it wont...

He needs like 20 years to recover from that bite

And other times, he feels like hes floating

"I feel high! Is this what you felt when they bit you, Bil?"

"No, i felt horny."

...

"Wait, wha--"

Now, with Billy

He loved it when you bit him

He has a major blood kink

You marking him, blood seeping down his neck as you drink from him.

He also loves looking into your crimson eyes

He thinks your eyes are really pretty, but he wont admit that

Maybe if you manage to bribe him

He does know that he can actually die if he lets you drink as much blood, so it only happens once awhile

He will bring you back some victims as ghostface though!

Be prepared for loving phone calls from your loving boyfriends telling you how much people they've killed

CARRIE WHITE

She did believe you, but it took her some time to process stuff

I mean, she's got powers. Why wouldn't she believe you?

She sometimes thinks about how her mom would react

Her mom would be absolutely pissed

But she doesn't care

she's not letting you go anytime soon

And she doesn't plan too

You don't drink from her because her body is already fragile enough

She never brought up that idea either

I mean, she has thought about it, but she knows that you would refuse instantly due to both her physical and mental health

She would let you drink from her, if it meant saving you in some kind of way

She doesn't ask too many questions about it and treats you like any normal person, but with extra and special attention since you're her S/O!

When shes upset, her powers get out of control and she has flung knives at you...maybe more than one.

But she really didn't mean to!

She can't control it!

She freaks out when one of the knives at you, dropping her upset mood

Then you have to reassure her that you're immortal, so it wont affect you as much

"Carrie, sweetie, im okay--"

"I-it wa-was in your th-throat!"

"Again, not like im dying--"

She was so upset the first time it happened

She tried running away and locking herself inside her room, but you were much stronger than her, so you held her close until she was calm

"Shh...its okay, its okay."

"i--im-im sorry, im sorry..."

Poor baby :(

But you will pamper her after shes calm down

:)

FREDDY KRUGER

Hes gonna believe you, since you know, hes a dead, burned, sleep demon--

But he wants proof

Crimson eyes or bright changing eye colors? check.

Sharp fangs that can hide themselves? Check.

Blood lust?

You tried biting him the first time you guys met and he caught you eating more than one person in your dreams.

So yea, Check.

He makes dirty jokes about your powers

Speed?

He'll say something along the lines of..."Well, lets see your pace in the bedroom--"

You start fist fighting him every time he does say something like that

But sometimes you'll play along with his little flirting game

And the second you do, theres a thick lump in those worn out pants of his

The next thing you know, you wake up naked

Oh, and because of that supernatural crazy stuff,

You find a way to see the demon through the day instead of night now!

Through spells though

But as long as you're seeing him!

TATE LANGDON

Hes known way before you've met him, and thats because hes known you longer than you've known he existed

When he did reveal himself, like his true self, which is being dead, you realized about him knowing about your little secret

And the other ghost in the house

yay.

I mean, you were planning to tell your boyfriend Tate that you were a Vamp, but he knew

So that spares you the explanation and proving

You were just glad he knew

Tate, i feel like when he tells you that he knows, he'll compliment you.

How he loved the way your eyes would change color

How he loved your powers

And how he loved you, most of all, all of you.

All the confessing would definitely lead to a passion make out, and maybe even further

And dont tell me 'no'. This shit would be like a telenovela, but it got to the part that they are confessing

And im listening to 'or nah' by The Weeknd right now, it's a sign.

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

He would treat you like his normal S/O, not caring about the fact you are a human-blood-drinking creature.

He would suggest you be a vampire for Halloween, since you know, you're already one...

"Haha, so funny. I'm not gonna wear those weird human versions of vampire cloaks!"

"C'mon, it'll be funny!"

"Okay, how about this; You wear those ghost costumes, the ones where theres just holes where the eyes are and ill dress in one of those weird vampire cloaks."

"No, not in a million years!"

"It's either we wait a million years then, or you wont ever get to see me in that vampire cloak~"

"Okay, you win!"

"So, deal then?"

"Deal."

Whenever you have your blood lust, he'll offer up his cold flesh for you to bite through and let his bitter sweet blood soak out

But in the end, you can't.

Dead blood in fact makes Vampires very ill

And though it saddens him that he cant help you, he'll understand.

He wont let you drink his blood.

No matter how much pain you're in.

He can't risk putting you in even more pain

So he mostly goes invisible when you have your blood lust

And he waits in the corner of your room for you to come back from hunting your meal

Calm cuddles after your blood lust while listening to Nirvana

He absolutely loves that you are immortal

You can stay with him, forever.

Forever and ever. With him, and only him.

VIOLET HARMON -- THE BONUS

Violet has also known, like Tate because she has been watching you.

You also knew she was a ghost in the house from the day she came up to you

How? When words about the infamous 'murder house' were being spread, so did the word Violet

And you might of seen a picture or two of her when people would talk about the murder house

She kinda has no choice either

She also was really interested in you when you moved into the house

She was obviously shocked when she found out you were a vampire

She did not expect that at all

I mean, she grew up knowing that vampires didn't exist

And yet, here you are

before you guys started dating she was the classic-

sorta stare and not talk

Only because you're a vampire and she doesn't wanna trigger anything--

Okay...shes was nervous.

She has a literal crush on a hot vampire who is living in the house she died in!

okay, the 'died in' part is uh, just not needed

And she did really want to talk to you, she just needed a push

Tate.

"Okay, Vi, you got this..."

She took a deep breath

"shit, never mind. i don't got this--"

"You do."

She yelped when the familiar voice had appeared from behind her.

"Tate...?"

"yea, sorry. I just wanted to say that, uh, you should go for it. Its now or never. They might be a inmortal , but they wont stay here for long without, um, value? So, uh, go for it."

He flashes Violet a small smile before walking way

"Thanks..." She mumbled and continued to stare at your figure

fuck it.

"Uh, h-hi,"

Her heart felt like it was about to pop tf out her chest

Wait, it dont beat no more.

But still felt like it

You felt like you were trippin'

Are you actually talking to a cute, dead girl right now?

Yes. Yes you were.

"Hi, Violet."

She froze up.

How the hell.

Did one of the ghosts tell you?

What.

"How did you--"

"Oh, it was easy. A lot of people talk about this house, and you."

oh, right.

Well, shit.

"What, cat got your tongue?"

Yes.

"N--no, im fine--"

You just chuckled at her

Why in the hell were you so calm???

"Do you wanna talk a little? im sure you didn't call me just to call me."

"Yes! i mean--sure!"

You guys hung out the rest of the night and it was amazing.

She found out things about you

You found out things about her

A win-win!

She'd hate when you have your blood lust

Because 1. You're scary as hell

2. She hates seeing you in pain

3. There's no blood available for you in the house because its all dead blood, we dont want you to be sick

4. She hates waiting long for you to come home

Long naps with you after you got back from hunting

BUBBA SAWYER

You told Bubba from the start of the relationship!

I mean, why not tell your cannibal boyfriend that you, are in fact, a blood thirsty vampire

At first, he was confused

A vampire in texas...?

A real, REAL vampire.

Complusion to make him less confused

Oh, now he gets it!

Wonder why...

He'll still love you

Vampire or not

constant babbling about how he loves your crimson eyes

HATES it when you have your blood lust

He hates seeing you in pain

Tries feeding you his victims

Gets even more upset when you tell him you can't have dead blood

Hes on his way to find some more victims

You can count on him!

He'll come back with 2-5 victims

Maybe even more if there was some event going on nearby

He'll sit you on his lap and cuddle with you till' you feel better

He coos at you but you have absolutely no idea on what he's saying!

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[meganechan05]

Thank you, KingOhger for having someone carry Rita over their shoulder like a sack of potatoes (´－ω－)人

I was expecting it to be Kagu (who carried Yanma like that in 34 and had Hilbil on his shoulders in 35), but this is just as good (´－ω－)人

[yourbelgianthings]

bill watterson / robert frost / snow crush killing song (the mountain goats) / from carrie mae weems’ kitchen table series / i’m looking through you (the beatles) / barbara kruger / welcome to night vale

[lemonhemlock]

this is kind of roundabout and random but i find it interesting how hannah's obsession with ulrich informs her entire life because, unbeknownst to her, her husband michael is also ulrich's son, which makes her son jonas also ulrich's grandson - arguably the person with whom she has the best and most tragic relationship with

but then again since time travel fucks up winden's family trees so much, it actually goes jonas -> the unknown -> tronte -> ulrich, so does that mean hannah's obsession with ulrich is actually a reflection of her relationship with jonas? where does one end and the other begin?

jonas'/ulrich's line is a time anomaly though so they shouldn't actually exist whereas hannah exists outside of the time loop so does this quantum event actually enable hannah to birth her own trauma that ends up consuming her entire life? i'm not sure where this is going but it's an interesting meditation on the concept of free will.

hannah is both a victim of the loop since her story is literally hijacked but also doesn't make the best choices either when confronted with this very-bad-not-good situation

but when freed from the confines of this exceptionally fucked up physics experiment she actually manages to have a reasonably content life with a husband and friends?

[coolnonsenseworld]

Calendar - October

Fun fact... initially Keith was sitting here in a red and black striped shirt, with a hat on the chair, but I decided Freddie Kruger reference messes up the fluffy vibe a little....

Cuddler of the month is Spookie! She was a part of the Space series <3

I wanted them to make Jack-o-Lanterns for their friends as well. Just spending an entire day to make expressions that will be reminding them of their friends (smiling ones go to Hunk, laughing to Pidge, etc). They would have so much (exhausting) fun doing it. Also Hunk using all the pumpkin insides to cook for all of them>>>> Hard work pays off.

This piece also made me dream of two enamel pins - fire and water - that would connect in a shape of a heart - Lance would joke that Keith carries his "water" pin with his pocket knife to remember to count to ten before he does something stupid.

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[4everinyour-roaa]

eren IS the cycle of hatred, he carries not just his own hatred for his enemies, but he also carries that of grisha's, kruger's and all the previous shifters.

he even perpetuates it into his child self, by the act of turning dina to carla he grows that need for revenge in his young heart, fueling his own hatred for the warriors and marley.

which is why the rumbling was never going to free ymir, or break the cycle. you cannot break the cycle of hatred with even more hatred, and more violence.

so it makes sense for the character who symbolizes unconditional and selfless love to be the one who breaks said cycle with her choice.

even in the selfless act of killing her loved one for the sake of the greater good, that very same act was also done out of her love for him.

so as opposed to eren who fought out of hate, mikasa only ever fought out of love.

[morbidology]

Over a span of just 10 days in August 2013, Nikko Jenkins unleashed a wave of violence that left four people dead in Omaha, Nebraska. His crimes, which he claimed were carried out under the influence of an Egyptian serpent god, have sparked intense debate about the criminal justice system, mental health, and the death penalty.

Nikko Allen Jenkins was born on September 16, 1986, into a family with a long history of criminal activity. Raised in a chaotic and often violent environment in Omaha, Jenkins was exposed to crime and dysfunction from a young age. By the time he was a teenager, Jenkins had already begun his journey into the criminal justice system, with numerous arrests and convictions for robbery, assault, and weapons charges.

Jenkins' time in prison only seemed to deepen his violent tendencies. During his incarceration, he became known for his erratic behavior, frequent outbursts, and disturbing beliefs, including his purported devotion to the Egyptian serpent god Apophis. He spent significant time in solitary confinement, where his mental health reportedly deteriorated further.

After serving more than a decade in prison, Jenkins was released on July 30, 2013. Less than a month later, he would begin his brutal killing spree.

On August 11, 2013, Jenkins committed his first murders. The victims, Juan Uribe-Pena and Jorge C. Cajiga-Ruiz, were lured to a park in Omaha under the pretense of meeting women. Once there, Jenkins shot and killed them both, leaving their bodies in a white pickup truck. The crime shocked the community, but it was only the beginning of Jenkins' rampage.

On August 19, Jenkins struck again, murdering Curtis Bradford, a man he had met in prison and briefly reunited with after his release. Jenkins lured Bradford to a location where he shot him in the back of the head. The next day, on August 21, Jenkins committed his final and most high-profile murder, killing Andrea Kruger, a 33-year-old mother of three. Kruger was abducted at a traffic intersection, and Jenkins later shot her multiple times before leaving her body on a rural road. He then stole her car, which was found abandoned a short time later.

Jenkins was arrested on August 30, 2013, during an investigation into a separate assault. Once in custody, Jenkins quickly confessed to all four murders. His confessions were chilling, as he claimed that he had been commanded to kill by the serpent god Apophis, whom he believed required human sacrifices. He described the murders in graphic detail, showing no remorse for his actions.

During his interrogation, Jenkins also made disturbing statements about his intentions to continue killing if he were released. These confessions, coupled with the brutality of his crimes, led to widespread calls for the harshest possible punishment.

Jenkins' case quickly became a lightning rod for controversy, particularly regarding his mental state and the handling of his incarceration. His defense team argued that Jenkins suffered from severe mental illness, including schizophrenia and bipolar disorder, and that he was not competent to stand trial. They contended that his prolonged time in solitary confinement exacerbated his mental health issues, leading to the violent delusions that fueled his crimes.

Despite these arguments, Jenkins was found competent to stand trial. In 2014, he was convicted of four counts of first-degree murder, along with several other charges related to his killing spree. The trial was marked by bizarre and unsettling behavior from Jenkins, who repeatedly insisted that he was acting on the orders of Apophis. He even attempted to mutilate himself in court. Jenkins carved 666 into his forehead, and sliced his penis and tongue up the middle, believing it would make him appear more serpent-like.

In May 2017, Jenkins was sentenced to death by a three-judge panel.

[emynarnen]

"You are Fräulein Hammersmark's escort." "Someone has to carry her lighter."

DIANE KRUGER as BRIDGET VON HAMMERSMARK MICHAEL FASSBENDER as LT. ARCHIE HICOX INGLOURIOUS BASTERDS (2009)

[kittyamore0]

𝑺𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 ✯

𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬, 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐝, 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐪𝐮𝐨𝐭𝐞, 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 ❤︎︎!

𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 ✍︎︎:

☆- ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ

☆- ɴsꜰᴡ 

☆-ᴀɴɢsᴛ 

☆- ᴘᴏʟʏᴀᴍᴏʀʏ 

☆- ᴄʀᴏssᴏᴠᴇʀs 

☆- ᴏɴᴇ-sʜᴏᴛs 

☆- ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴɴᴏɴs 

☆- ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪɴsᴇʀᴛs 

☆- ɢɴ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ⵊ ᴀᴍ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴡɪsᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴍᴜsᴛ ʙᴇ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴ sᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏs

☆- ᴀɴʏ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴘʀɪᴀᴛᴇ sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ's 

☆ - ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀʙᴇɴᴅs 

𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 ✍︎︎: 

➪ ᴘᴇᴅᴏᴘʜɪʟɪᴀ 

➪ ʀᴀᴘᴇ 

➪ ɪɴɴᴏᴄᴇɴᴛ/ᴘᴇᴅᴏ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ ᴋɪɴᴋs 

➪ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴏᴠᴇʀ 18 ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɪs ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ 15 

➪ ᴀɢᴇ ᴘʟᴀʏ 

➪ ʙᴀᴛʜʀᴏᴏᴍ/sɪᴄᴋɴᴇss ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀs (ᴘɪss, ᴠᴏᴍɪᴛ, sʜ!ᴛ, ᴇᴛᴄ...) 

➪ ɴᴏ ᴀɴɪᴍᴀʟs, ᴏɴʟʏ ᴀs ᴘᴇᴛs 

𝙼𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙸 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 ✍︎︎:

✧- ʜᴀʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴇɴ 

✧- ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏ (1)

✧- ᴀᴠᴀᴛᴀʀ (1), ᴀᴠᴀᴛᴀʀ (2) 

✧- ᴄʜᴜᴄᴋʏ

✧－ ᴘʏsᴄʜᴏ/ʙᴀᴛᴇs ᴍᴏᴛᴇʟ ✧- ʜᴀɴɴɪʙᴀʟ ʟᴇᴄᴛᴇʀ, ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇs ʜᴇ's ʙᴇᴇɴ ɪɴ

✧ - ⵊT

✧-  ᴛᴡɪʟɪɢʜᴛ 

✧- ɴɪɢʜᴛᴍᴀʀᴇ ᴏɴ ᴇʟᴍ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ 

✧- sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ 

✧- Tᴇxᴀs ᴄʜᴀɪɴsᴀᴡ ᴍᴀssᴀᴄʀᴇ 

✧- ʜᴏᴜsᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴡᴀx 

✧- Fʀɪᴅᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ 13ᴛʜ 

✧- Jᴇɴɴɪꜰᴇʀs ʙᴏᴅʏ 

✧- ᴄᴀʀʀɪᴇ 

✧- ᴄʜᴜᴄᴋʏs ʙʀɪᴅᴇ

✧- Aᴍᴇʀɪᴄᴀɴ ᴘʏsᴄʜᴏ 

✧- ᴅᴇsᴄᴇɴᴅᴅᴀɴᴛs 

✧- ᴍᴜʟᴀɴ 

✧- ᴄɪɴᴅᴇʀᴇʟʟᴀ 

✧- sɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ 

✧- ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇss ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʀᴏɢ 

✧- ꜰʀᴏᴢᴇɴ 

✧- ᴛʜᴇ sᴡᴀɴ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇss 

✧- sʟᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ 

✧- ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀsᴛ

✧- ᴘᴏᴄʜᴀʜᴏɴᴛᴀs 

✧- ᴛᴀɴɢʟᴇᴅ

✧- ᴀʟᴀᴅɪɴ 

✧- ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴍᴇʀᴍᴀɪᴅ 

✧- ᴛᴀʀᴢᴀɴ 

✧ - ᴍᴀʀᴠᴇʟ

✧ - ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴇʟsᴇ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ 

𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝙸 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎: 

♔ - ʟᴇɢᴀᴄɪᴇs 

♔ - ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ ᴅɪᴀʀɪᴇs/ᴛʜᴇ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟs 

♔ - ᴀᴍᴇʀɪᴄᴀɴ ʜᴏʀʀᴏʀ sᴛᴏʀʏ 

♔ - ᴇᴜᴘʜᴏʀɪᴀ 

♔ - ᴛᴇᴇɴ ᴛɪᴛᴀɴs 

♔ - ɢɪɴɴʏ ᴀɴᴅ Gʀᴇɢᴏʀɪᴀ

♔ - Wᴇᴅɴᴇsᴅᴀʏ 

♔ - ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ 

𝙶𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝙸 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 ✍︎︎: 

☂︎︎ - ɢᴇɴsʜɪɴs 

☂︎︎ - ᴅʙᴅ 

☂︎︎ - ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀʟʟʏ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪs ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ᴍɪɴᴅ sᴏ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ 

𝙰𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚜/𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝙸 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎: 

❤︎︎  - ᴇᴠᴀɴ ᴘᴇᴛᴇʀs 

❤︎︎  - ᴍᴇɢᴀɴ ꜰᴏx 

❤︎︎  - ᴊᴇɴɴᴀ ᴏʀᴛᴇɢᴀ

❤︎︎  - ʙʟᴀᴄᴋᴘɪɴᴋ 

❤︎︎  - ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴀɴʏ sᴏ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ !

𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯 ！

[lowkeychenle]

In Your Dreams [ZCL] (M)

Description: What started as innocent phone sex hotline stuff (if that can ever really be innocent?), you get an offer you just can't refuse...you just have to be a little sleep deprived ;) | Part of @jenoslutie's 1-800-SLASHERS collab project!!

Genre: smut

Content Warnings: what isn't in here no but really, explicit unprotected sex, mentions of phone sex, this sex literally takes place in a dream i mean he's freddy c'mon, KNIFE PLAY!!!, blood play?? I mean not really PLAY but a bitch gets cut and we like it, use of names pretty, slut, (not sure if there's anything else lol), somnophilia this is just as much of a mind fuck as it is a physical fuck

Word Count: 1,625 (I got a little carried away...okay?)

Pairing: Zhong Chenle (pretending to be Freddy Kruger LOL) x Reader

Juliet's Masterlist | Requests

(A/N: I'm sooo sorry this is just not my best :'( but long live the Chenle stans and happy (late) Halloween)

Everything started out the way it was meant to. What else happens when your friend introduces you to an (admittedly odd) phone sex service with your favorite slashers? Of course, you follow through with it. Only…you might have followed through with it a little too much.

Obsession took over, and before you knew it, you’ve been calling Freddy every Saturday night for the past two months. His requirements are quite simple: show up to the call after staying up for at least twenty-four hours straight, and be ready for your mind to be just as fucked out as your body.

There’s…something about pleasure when you’re tired that heightens it to a whole new level.

This weekend, you’re doing things a bit differently. As one of his most ‘loyal’ customers (his words, not yours), he offered you an opportunity that isn’t typically part of the list of options.

The most you’ve been able to do prior to this is a video call, which always leaves you craving more. You have no idea who the man behind the metaphorical mask and voice modulator is, but you sure as hell wish you could find out.

So, today, you’re going to some sort of facility. He told you to show up after 48 hours of no sleep, and the employees would hook you up to a machine that would give him access to your dreams, even though he’s far away. Nothing that happens in the dream is supposed to happen in real life, so you saw no harm in it.

One of the guys keeps a keen eye on you, the deep brown of his gaze drinking you in. Something about him feels familiar, but you ignore it. His jaw is strong and firm, and his hair is parted down the middle to expose his forehead.

Exhausted, you find it easy to fall into slumber as soon as you’re hooked up to the machines. When you wake in darkness, you think someone’s just turned the lights off. But the more you move around, you realize how vastly empty the room you’re in is. You’ve successfully been brought into a dream—one that Freddy controls.

Creepy music starts flooding around you, almost engulfing you completely in invisible waves.

One, two, Freddy's coming for you.

You hear footsteps, but you don’t feel afraid. The idea of him doing whatever he wants to you in a dream is as close to you getting it in real life, and you’re dying for him to show you what he’s really made of.

The lyrics continue, and eventually he comes into your view. His face is obscured by shadows, so all you can see is the sharp outline of his face, the prominence of his features, but no real details.

“You’re not scared.” His voice is warbled, but you’re unsure if that’s from a modulator or from the lack of sleep making you dizzy.

“Too tired,” you mutter, stumbling on your feet as you move a few steps back.

When he lifts his hands, you see the blades on them and your throat goes dry. You’ve seen them on video before. He’s given explicit detail on what he’d do to you if he had access. And here you are, dumb enough to give him just that.

When he moves toward you, he’s a blur, and soon enough, his hand cradles the back of your neck. The cold metal rests against your skin, sending goosebumps down your spine. He could shred you to pieces with the slightest movement.

“You should’ve run while you still could.” He clicks his tongue, humming quietly. “You’re mine now. You won’t be waking up, pretty.” Heat spreads between your legs without any real reason. Anyone in their right minds would be terrified of a stranger in front of them, but your exhaustion has you compliant.

While you feel him everywhere, the sensation is numbed by the dreamscape. It’s not enough and you want to be closer.

“Whatever I want to happen here does, you know that, right?” he whispers, dragging the tip of his blade across your pulse.

“Freddy.” It comes out as a sigh, and you roll your hips forward.

The sharp edge presses just a bit harder, enough to create the tiniest nick in your flesh. “Here, you call me Chenle.”

“What are you waiting for, Chenle?” Your eyes are barely able to stay open, but the world around you begins to morph as soon as the words leave your mouth.

When the interior of your house forms around you, your jaw drops. Fear finally begins to set in, and as much as you hate it, it makes your cunt throb with need, too. How does he know all of this about you?

You gasp in surprise when one swift slide of his hand has your clothes falling from your body in shambles. He cuts through them like butter, leaving you vulnerable and defenseless to the man in front of you.

You begin to shake, but his lips are on yours within seconds. His tongue forces its way into your mouth, and you take it with a quiet moan. Cold air swarms you, and next thing you know, your back is slammed against the kitchen island.

Something cold stings across your hips as he lifts you up onto the faux granite like his own personal ragdoll. The brain fog of being so exhausted has you comprehending things happening to you almost minutes later, but one thing that’s been clear to you from the start is the way you crave him. Your previous phone calls have left you obsessed, pining after a man whose face you still can’t see.

You press your thighs together to try and get friction, but he wrenches them apart. You hiss at the pain of the knives skimming your skin, and when you look down, crimson swells beneath his touch.

“Listen to me, pretty girl, or I’ll do more than cut up your legs.”

He takes a step back and, through your daze, you watch him rid himself of his clothes. Your eyes threaten to flutter shut, but you don’t want to look away from him. Everything sways in your dream, the edges of the world around you blurring as he finds his way back to you.

Without warning, he pushes his hard cock inside you, and with a loud moan, you crumble into his chest. You have little control over the way you move, but God, does this feel real. Everything else in your dream feels muted, but you notice the way he fills you.

He stretches you out more than you’ve ever been, and if you hadn’t been dripping for him, you know it would’ve hurt. When he bottoms out, his breathing shudders, and his hand slides down your body. One of his blades taps against your clit, making you jolt at the cold sensation.

“Look at you,” he says in a condescending tone. “You shouldn’t have fallen asleep, slut. I have the advantage here.”

He throbs buried deep, the rub against your walls sending you even further into delirium. Whatever the hell this is, you’d do it over and over again. You truly are helpless. You’re at his disposal, but you don’t care about any of that as long as he’s reaching all the spots you never even imagined could be found.

Pleasure engulfs you, and between exhaustion and his lips pressed to your neck, you’re floating on a cloud. You wrap your legs around his waist, locking your ankles together to pull him closer to you.

His lips move like he’s talking to you, but lightheadedness takes over. You can’t hear him. All you can do is feel. The subtle dig of the sharp metal on your thigh, his teeth bruising all over your neck and hips smacking into yours.

You don’t want to wake up.

Finally, his voice breaks through your trance. “Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight.” His free hand slips between you two, rubbing your clit in fast circles.

A weak, broken moan leaves your mouth, filling the area and echoing around the dreamscape. Your body is seven steps ahead of you, meaning you barely recognize how hard your orgasm wracks you until your vision sways further. Knots tighten in your stomach, stretching like a rubber band until the tension snaps.

The blades score up your thigh, as his hips buck until his tip kisses your cervix. Euphoria mixes with pain, and you swear you’re locked in your high for minutes as you convulse below him.

His jaw falls open as he fills you in spurts. The shadows covering his face fail only briefly, showing you the perfection of the man behind the darkness.

It’s the man you saw earlier.

Maybe you imagined it, because before you can reach out and touch him, you’re slammed back into your waking world.

Panting, you sit up and clutch a hand over your chest. You look around hesitantly, as if you’re expecting him to be in the room with you.

Your heart races in your chest. Somehow, you’re wide awake now, as if you’ve made up for all 48 hours you’ve missed in sleep.

Until you look down at your lap.

Your jeans are soaked with red.

You slide out of the seat you're rested in, and cry out in surprise when you realize how shaky your legs are.

What the fuck?

Everything was supposed to be fake. You feel a distant throbbing between your legs, and discomfort follows as you make your way to the bathroom. As soon as you close and lock the door behind you, you unbutton your jeans and pull them down to your knees.

The scratches from the blades on his fingers are fresh on your skin.

[giuliettagaltieri]

Kruger and Vixen

Pairing: Spy!Eren Jaeger x Thief!reader

Synopsis: Having a love-hate relationship is fun until Eren messes it up, driving you away.

Warning: Guns, mentions of violence, angst, threatening behavior, unprotected sex.

Word Count: 7077

“Pizza’s here.”  Eren mumbles, looking past the newspaper in his hands.  “I can’t quite tell if it’s pepperoni.”  He folds the paper and places it on the bench in which he is currently sitting on.  “I’ll go see for myself.”

Casually, Eren stands to do a small stretch and heads across the street to the museum.

“It’s a little chilly tonight, isn’t it?”

“Ah, no worries, Coconut head.  I wore extra layers.”  Eren grins at nobody in specific, patting his particularly hard abdomen, as he slips in an alleyway.

“Avatar Aang left you a snack.”

Eren knelt and dug through a garbage bag to see a Glock, groaning when he doesn’t see anything more.

“Where’s the hot sauce?”

“You are to ask some from the pizza guy.”

Eren scoffs, hopping on top of the garbage bins with ease after securing the Glock in his belt holster.  “I doubt he’ll give it so willingly.”

He easily lifts himself up to uncover the vents. The dusty, grimy, cramped vents.

“You should head straight, turn left, and then take another left, you’ll find the pizza guy and his customers soon enough.”

Eren groans, the small vent was not really made for a man with his build, not to mention the thick dust that could give him asthma any moment now.  “Alright, I want radio silence until then.”

“Have fun.”

There was a small static before Eren heard nothing but silence from the other side of the earpiece.

Eren heaves himself up, struggling to fit his wide shoulders.  He made the mistake of taking a deep breath after he got himself in, coughing the dust out as a result.  Slowly, he inched his way forward.

He was just about to turn on the first left when he heard the unmistakable sounds of gunshots.  Eren went still.  The agency sent nobody else but him.  It was a confidential mission that they did not even bother telling the police yet.

Who could be interfering?

The culprit was revealed sooner than Eren could have expected.

He had come face to face with your startled form. Mouth parted in a silent yelp just before it quirks up into a smile.

“Well, well, well.  If it isn’t my favorite superspy.”

“Kruger?”

Eren struggled to reach for the earpiece to shut it off just before stuffing it in his pocket.

“Shut the fuck up!  Are you trying to screw us up?”  Eren seethed before glaring at her.  “I’m gonna try to move backwards.  As it’s impossible to move otherwise.”

She stifles a laugh.  “M’kay, Jaeger.”

“Don’t call me that!”

“Oh, come on.  It’s just the two of us here.”  She rolls her eyes.  “Plus, I also got the package.  I can give some to you but you have to let me keep the pink pistol.”

The crawl back to the alleyway was rather agonizing.  Especially since they had to stay for a couple more minutes before jumping out of the museum vents and back to the alleyway.

“Can’t believe you messed up the mission.”  Eren spat while taking off his black leather jacket that was full of dust bunnies.

You giggle as you swing around the chrome briefcase.  “But I got the package and I can also give you the buyers’ names.”

Eren perks up at that and comes to a halt, waiting for you to start talking.  But you walk right pass him, chin held up, with a relaxed smile plastered on your velvet red lips.

“But first, you’ll have to wine and dine me.”

Eren could only watch you walk further and further away from him.  

He eyes the case in your hand to the sway of your hips that was accentuated by the tight black dress that you chose to wore. His eyes continue to trail down to your calves that are clad in black tights, what an impractical outfit you’re wearing.  The click clacks of your black Louboutin halt and he shifts his eyes up just in times when you turn to look at him.  “You coming?”

After a split second of deliberation, Eren chases after you.

He offers to carry the case, an act done without malice but you only chose to narrow your eyes at him before saying ‘no’.

The diner was pleasant, the wine was also very smooth, the sex that came after, even better.

Eren throws his head back, rutting his hips against you.  The mascara runs down your cheeks, staining the pristine white pillow of the hotel room as your lips with smeared lipstick part to let out a whimper which can barely be heard over the squeaking of the bed.

His bruising grip on your hips tighten, feeling you flutter pleasantly when he thrusts a little too sharply, going balls deep. A thick ring of cream coating his shaft, the rest of it leaking on your thick thighs.  He leans to kiss your shoulder, his blushing tip kissing your cervix as his balls presses flush against your lips.  You squeeze your eyes shut when your feel its warmth and heaviness.

“Ren, want it.”  You turn to look at him and bat your eyelashes that clumped together after hours and hours of crying from pure ecstasy.  

Eren licks the sharpness of his tooth, feeling his chest swell with pride.  “Of course, you do.  You little slut.”

You hit him gently when he jostles you up to put a pillow underneath your belly after you collapse in the mattress from exhaustion.  “Not a slut.” You slur.

He finds it funny how you can still say that after going dumb, creaming and gushing all over his dick.  Eren grips your jaw to kiss you deeply.  “How could I forget.  You’re my spoiled pillow princess.”

You clutch the cloud soft pillow under you when Eren uses his grip on your jaw to fuck deeper into you.  He swallows your moans and cries.  Reveling in it.

The uncontrollable twitching of your thighs tells Eren that your fifth orgasm for the night is close and he won’t let that go to waste.  He snaps his hips, sliding in and out of you faster, with a renewed drive.

You cum hard, your velvet walls gripping him like a vice, it sent Eren into overdrive, releasing copious amount of milky seed inside you, filling you to the brim and adding to the previous load he pumped earlier, making your mound squelch with his every thrust.

Eren whispers sweet nothings in your ear, telling you that you were so good for him, how you were such a good girl for him, that you did so well, when all you did was spread your legs and lie down for him to debauch, it sent your head floating high up, subconsciously gripping onto his arm that he wrapped around your midriff.  

His nose skim on your moist cheeks, some of his hair came undone from his manbun and tickled your neck.  You bask in his warmth, getting high off the afterglow.

Needless to say, Eren could not come to regret indulging in such activities with you, not even when he had to face the cross-examination of Erwin, the deputy director, and the sharp comments of Levi.

“Get your head in the game, Agent Kruger.  You were lucky to have retrieved the biohazard samples, albeit losing a few rifles.”  Erwin tells him.

Levi clicks his tongue.  “Screw up the next mission and you’ll be sitting behind a desk for a year.”

Eren meets Levi’s eyes, weighing the risk, but Eren has never been one to run away.  “Yes, sir.”

“We received a tip involving suspicious activity in the south harbor but the threat is not that concerning as of the moment, as reported by Forster.”  Levi tells him and takes a sip from his tea.

Erwin nods.  “For now, Agent Kruger, you will be deployed to infiltrate the Fort Slava depository with your captain.”  Levi glances at Eren sharply.  “Your task is to retrieve a stolen necklace that long belonged to the Reiss family. You are to leave pronto.  The rest of the information will be given to you en route.”

After being dismissed, Eren made haste to the locker room to retrieve his special effects.  Two sets of footsteps quickly following him.

“That was stupid, what you did.”  Came the sharp tone of Mikasa, making Eren wince.

Armin looks at Mikasa, unsure if he should add to what she said, Eren had just been scolded by their superiors after all.

“I think what Mikasa is trying to say, is that.” He hesitates when the other two looks at him directly, an obvious absence of smile displayed in their faces. “We were anxious when you disappeared from the coms.”

Eren groans.  “I am aware.  I was told repeatedly.”

“Then why aren’t you looking more remorseful? We were worried.”  Mikasa takes a step closer to him, clearly mad but the trace of concern clearly evident in her eyes.  “I was worried.”

Eren sighs, fixing his hair into a manbun.  “I get it.  But you have to remember that my life does not revolve around you people. My decisions do not concern you.”

Armin found it almost comical how a fire could ignite so swiftly in Mikasa’s eyes, almost visibly evaporating the tiniest traces of tears.

“Just how selfish could you be, Eren?  You were in a mission, a mission which involves us by the way.  We have every right to be concerned.”  She spits, face now coming close to his, in anger.

Eren finishes stuffing his bag with his necessities and slammed his locker shut, brushing past the two.  “I appreciate your concern but tone it down a little, perhaps.  I’m a grown ass man, I don’t require supervision.”

Armin and Mikasa could only watch him slam the door at them.

The flight to Marley was as suffocating as it could be.  Eren could not get a rest from Levi’s chilling glares.  Even the instructions were delivered in a passive aggressive tone that had more bite than it should.  But he made a mistake, he had to face the consequences.

The decision of the agency to invest in cloaking devices worked in their favor.  Their plane entered the Marley territory without being chased by bogeys.

Eren glances below.  It was pitch black, but just ahead lies the Fort Slava depository. One of the most impregnable infrastructures in whole of Marley.

A strong gush of wind hits Eren in the face and he sees Levi about to jump, a parachute already in his back.  “Getting cold feet?”  And he jumps off.

Without wasting another second long, Eren grabs a parachute of his own and follows after Levi.  

His stomach dropped but he recovers quickly by angling his body down to descend faster.

Bright red numbers on his watch indicating his distance from the ground prompted Eren to open his parachute.  He taps his glasses to see better, the sun has long retired for the day.  Levi was nowhere in sight.

“Over here, brat.”  Levi calls, making Eren look up.

They both land as quietly as they can, immediately fixing their chute to ensure that there is no trace of their presence in the area.  

Building endurance has proven effective when they reach Fort Slava in no time after an entire five kilometer run.  Their infrared detecting devices were more useful than Eren thought.  He would have turned to ribbons had it not been for the glasses.

Levi was more agile, given his experience, yet Eren is conflicted about his plan to split up to look for the stolen necklace faster.  He could breathe a little easier away from his captain but he knew he will get a bit reckless when left alone, though he later concedes.  Levi chose to explore underground while Eren chose to sweep the floor above.

He was careful, moving just in time to stay out of the roaming guards’ field of vision.  Memorizing the blueprint where the cameras are, also came in handy to Eren.

The entire floor was illuminated in bright lights but one particular corridor was bathed in darkness.  Eren tapped his glasses but to his surprise, no sensors were in there.

A trap is what it is.

But a shiny black shoe poking in the corner told Eren that it might not be it.

He feels the cold metal of the Glock in his holster.  Stealthily, he entered the said corridor.  It would seem like nothing was out of the ordinary if Eren hadn’t been paying close attention, he would have missed the unmistakable silhouette of a woman that he knew too well.

“Are you stalking me, Jaeger?”

Eren drops the gun.  “Oh, for Heaven’s sake!”

You stand to your full height after being on your knees, trying to crack open a safe.

Eren walks over to you, fuming.  But you raise your chin to meet him with a haughty smirk, your nose brushing.

“The fuck are you doing here?”

You gesture behind you.

He glances at it.  

“What’s in there.”

You shrug.  “I don’t know yet.  Must be pretty valuable if I had to disable a ton of alarms.”

Eren runs a hand through his hair, making his already messy hair, even messier.  “It couldn’t possibly be a necklace, right?”

Lifting an intricate looking pin, you raise a brow at him.  “Wouldn’t you like to find out.”

He nods at you, a nonverbal request for you to open it just before looking back to the entrance of the corridor to see if anyone had come.  Eren then watches you work, your exposed neck distracting him.  

“When will you start dressing up more practically?” Eren grumbles.  “Wear a bulletproof vest at least.”

You chuckle.  “That would ruin my outfit, Jaeger.”  You put a finger on your lips to hush him and you press your ear against the safe.

Click

Eren cups your hands when you attempt to open it.

“What?”

He shakes his head and pushes you aside, gently. “We don’t know what would happen.” He tilts his head to the side. “Move.”

You shake your head after feeling a tingly warmth in your chest, touched with his concern.

Eren glances at you and then to the safe.  You watch his shoulder loosening up.

“Oh, thank goodness.”  He laughs.

“What?”  You raise both brows, confused.  You peek pass his shoulders and see a solid gold necklace littered with large blue diamonds.  “Dear me, is that the Reiss rivière?”

Eren hums.  “Is that what it’s called?”

He is one of the most highly regarded spies. A superspy, as what you like to call him.

You giggle, resting an arm on Eren’s shoulder to place a kiss on his temple.  “You’re precious, Jaeger.”

He swats you gently.  “I was just told that we’ll be retrieving a necklace owned by the Reiss family and they showed us what it looked like and to be frank, that’s all I needed to know.”

Purposely, he leaves out the fact that this could put an end to the cold war and begin a real one.  Paradis and Marley are just looking for excuses to start a war.

The necklace was stolen to provoke the Paradis monarchs to fire first but the intelligence unit decided it would be best to retrieve it with discretion rather than launch a violent assault, that would be playing directly into their hands.

You cup his cheeks to place a gentle kiss on his pouting lips before walking away from him with added sensuality in your walk. “I’ll still be in town tomorrow. Come see me if you’re free.”

Eren watches you open a window, swinging your heel clad feet in the air as you hook a device from your bracelet on the window ledge.  You send a flying kiss to him, making a thin hue of pink to spread on his cheeks, and you disappear.

A sharp blow behind Eren’s head brought him back to reality.

“Captain.”

“Was that the Vixen?”  Levi is glaring up at him.  “You better have a good explanation prepared, Kruger.”  He then hums while eyeing the necklace.  “Well done, finding it”

Eren didn’t really find it but he decides it’s best to shut his mouth for now.  

He holds his breath, watching Levi disarm more pressured alarms.  Releasing a sigh of relief upon seeing Levi place the necklace on a case and replacing it with an imitation.

The chances of Marley finding out about the dupe is rather large.  However, they won’t make a fuss about it, not publicly at least.  Their dirty tricks would be blatantly discovered then.

Paradis just returned the favor.

“Let’s get outta here.”  Levi grumbles.

But before that, they need to get out of the country first.

Eren raises a finger, pressing his lips together. “We might want to take care of that guy over there before leaving.”  He points to a guard that you knocked down.  

Levi glares at Eren before pulling out a syringe. “Surely a dose of concentrated mind-altering drug will do the job.”  Giving false memories is better than killing the man.  A corpse would surely alert them that an enemy has been there.

Placing an empty hip flask smeared with the man’s drool was a little overkill but they can never be too careful.

It was already midafternoon when they’re done reporting to Erwin.  Levi was strangely considerate, not mentioning the woman that was kissing their agent in the scene, but the amount of shade that he was throwing at Eren was enough consequence, making Eren want to shrink at every quip, cheeks already at a deep shade of red.

They’ll be leaving at midnight, he has enough time to explore the town for just a little bit, a reason he told his superior when asked where he is going.  Although, he is aware that Levi hardly believed him.

“I saved you a seat.”  You say sweetly after sipping on your cup of coffee, leaving a seductive red stain on the pristine cup.  Eren watched you move your Tom Ford coat from the back of the empty seat to place it on your lap.

He eyes you cautiously while sitting down, and you look at him from behind your sunglasses.  

“Calm down, Jaeger.  I don’t bite.  Unless provoked.”  You add the last one with a dangerous smirk.  He grins at that.  You never fail to keep him on his toes.  “Why don’t you get yourself a cup of coffee?”  You ask, to which Eren does so, gladly.  

A waiter comes and you smile at the way Eren says his order.

“What?”  He raises a brow, quite offended.

“The way you said the pastry.”  You hide your smile as you take a sip from your cup, being consistent in sipping in one area, limiting the mess.  “Clearly privileged.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”  He asks, more agitated.

“I don’t know.”  You place the cup down on the saucer with the softest clink. “It’s just so posh.”

He scoffs.  “As if you aren’t.”

You share a light banter over a cup of coffee and a couple of tea cakes.  Sharing hushed conversations about your recent escapades.  You giddily accept his offer to walk around town, gladly taking up any offer to spend time with him outside the bedroom or whenever you’re not at gunpoint.

It felt like something that was pulled right out of a romance novel.

Even the soft breeze and the warm glow of the setting sun.

He did not miss how your eyes lingered on the luxury jewelry in the display cases of a store you passed by and of course, Eren just had to bring you inside.

It will eternally be unfathomable to him how you could look like you eat men for breakfast but turn into a shy virgin just for him.

“You are being too generous!  I cannot take that.”  You blurt, face warm as you push the pearl earrings encrusted with pigeon blood rubies back to Eren.

Eren sighs, pushing the tiny box back to you. The jeweler’s eyes following the box comically.  After knowing the price, you can sympathize with her.  Just the tiniest bit.

“Please, take it.”

You shake your head ‘no’.  “Clearly, you are not in your right mind, spending so much money on me.”  Laughing softly, you push it back to him.

“I can assure you, I am.”  Eren says, a little too sternly.  To which, you start to consider as the warmth in your chest returns.  “You are worth every penny.”  Your eyes shyly meeting his, then watching the beautiful glint of the stones.

“Well.”   You smile. “If you insist.”

Eren straightens up, grinning at you.  “Now, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

You hated how he can appear so devil may care yet so commanding.  It weakens you.

Biting your bottom lip, you try your hardest to contain your giddy smile.

The rest of the afternoon was spent with a much lighter atmosphere.  Full of contentment.  He did not know if it was just how you look with the added jewelry that he got for you or just the feeling of you in his arms.

Your kiss goodnight—not goodbye, never goodbye—was all too sweet.

He went back with an undeterrable smile on his lips.

Eren had to avoid the accusing glares of his captain.

Apparently, the said captain could not let it slip how somebody outside the team was in the scene.  A civilian involved, with no proper knowledge of confidentiality could be the catalyst of this decades long cold war between Paradis and Marley.  He gave a more discreet report to Erwin, in a form of paperwork so as to not intentionally demean Eren in the previous call.

For the next mission, Eren would be temporarily relived as a field agent.

He felt uneasy, seeing everybody in full gear, it was a large operation after all, and him just in his jeans and unbuttoned dress shirt, a half empty coffee cup in his hand, felt rather insignificant.

The liquid in his hand, its bitter taste reflecting how he is feeling at the moment.

“I could help the team.  They all know it.”  He spits.

Mikasa and Armin glances at each other, apprehension flooding from them.

“Chill out, Kruger.  We got this.”  It was Jean who slapped his back.  “We’ll come get you take-outs on the way back”

Sasha and Connie pause from checking and loading the magazines upon the mention of food.

Eren nods.  “If anything goes wrong.  Holler away.” He taps the earpiece in his right ear and the rest gives him a reassuring smile.

A frown permanently rests on his forehead as he watches them get in Humvees.  This operation does not require discretion.  The agency did not take any chances and dispatched as many active agents. They’ll be winning with quantity.

After another sip from his bitter coffee, Eren makes his way to the monitoring room to track the dispatched vehicles.

The operation is more of a raid to confiscate biohazard chemicals and unregistered firearms.  Nothing they can’t handle.

“Hey, Kruger.”  

He looks up to see Floch.

In his full gear.

“Hey.”  Eren eyes him as the man sits beside him.  “Sorry, were you supposed to be part of the raid?”

“Nah.  I’m on suspension.”  Floch shakes his head, chuckling.

Eren nods slowly.  He deserved it.  Giving a shitty report like that.

“I just can’t help it you know.”  Floch says to him, smiling.  “They were doing research on a fluid that could be a potential bioweapon.”  He grins wider.  “No one would be able to stand in our way if they complete that research.”

The quiet buzzing of the monitors and the humming of the coffee maker near them fills the silence that was so thick it was suffocating.  Making Eren put on a bit more effort in breathing as his lungs seized up, his hands shaking just the slightest, itching to form a fist and land on something.

“And what a coincidence it was that you’re here.” Floch exclaims.  “I’ve been waiting to have the chance to talk to you, you know.  I feel like we see eye to eye on these things.”  

Eren breaks into cold sweat.  “Indeed.”  But he forces a smile, sitting back, to appear nonthreatening.  Don’t provoke him.  Yet.  “And the team?”

Floch tilts his head to the side.  “We won’t be needing close minded people in our cause.”

In one swift movement, Eren slams Floch on the desk, calling the attention of the other agents in the area, quickly assisting Eren after getting a gist of what happened.

“You asshole!  I am doing this for Paradis!”

The red dots following the Humvees vanish.

It’s a trap.

“It’s a fucking trap!”  Eren curses under his breath and sprints out.

Gods, the team.  His friends.

He taps on his earpiece.

“Hey, Coconut head.  Come in, come in.”  Fuck! “Horseface, you there?”

His lungs were burning as he leapt over a bench in the lobby, squeezing out of the glass doors next.  He is not a field agent as of the moment, he has no access to any form of transportation.  He bumped into more people than he can count the second he got to the street but he could only run and run.

Loud screeching of breaks had his shoes scraping off the pavement in an attempt to stop just on time before getting hit by a car.

Not just any car.

A Bugatti Chiron.

Perfect.

The driver, dressed in a fine suit, with an expensive looking sunglass, curses at his face.  Only to clamp shut when Eren grins at him, the glint in his eyes hostile, telling the man that he is up to no good.  

Eren pulls the car door open to get to the man’s face.  “Sorry sir, official government business.  You wouldn’t mind giving me a ride to the docks now, would you?”

A quick flash of the gun in Eren’s holster and the man was quick to nod his head.

Eren hopped on the passenger seat and the man speeds off.

He fishes out a device from his pockets and still, he can’t pick up the signal from the team.  He taps in his earpiece once more, just listening, waiting to pick up anything.

The man makes a sharp turn and Eren regrets not buckling himself in, his tendons almost popping as he gripped the edge of his seat.  In the distance, he heard the unmistakable sounds of gunshots, just as the breaks screech to a halt.

“I’m not driving in there.”  The man blurts, eyes wide, his face drained with color.

Poor guy.

Eren nods, patting the man’s shoulder and jumps out, resuming his sprint.

He hides behind a building, just enough for him to hear the gunshots and see movement, but not enough to really see the clear faces of anybody in there.

“-Ger!  Kruger!”

Mikasa!

She must have been just close enough for him to pick up the feed.

“Where are you?  I couldn’t get ahold any of you!”  Eren says through gritted teeth as he loads his gun.  “Are you safe?  What about the others?”

“I’m with Sasha right now.  We got separated with the others.”  She pants from the other side.  “Listen, I need you to lock in our coordinates and send a drone strike-”

Eren cuts her off with a sound of protest. “That’s too risky, it could get you.” But he knows Mikasa won’t do such rash decisions unless she knows what she’s doing.  “Where are you?  I’m in the docks right now.”

There was silence.

“You had one job!  To stay put.  How could you manage to put yourself in danger all the time?”

He grimaces.  “Mikasa, I’m safe where I am now.  You guys are the ones in danger.  But listen, I am sending the instructions to the base.”  He says while his fingers tap on his device in lightning speed.  “If we could just get the signal back in your devices, we could direct the drone’s target.”

“We saw a jammer just a floor above us.  We’re on the move.  If we could disable that, we’ll defi-”

A deafening boom resonates in the area, the shock blast reaching where Eren is.  Ruble and shards flying around, only missing him as he is situated behind a building wall.

There was a loud high-pitched screeching from the earpiece and Eren scrambles to the edge of the wall, looking at the other buildings, now lit on fire, a few of its walls missing.

What the fuck was that?

Almost in a trance, Eren stands there, in the open. A bullet could hit him and he won’t notice from how numb his body went.

That couldn’t have been their air strike, he did not confirm with the base yet.

Mikasa and Sasha.  The others.

His heart hammered in his chest, so loud it pounded in his ears, growing louder than the screeching earpiece.

In the corner of his eyes, a black piece of clothing ruffles in the wind before vanishing behind an alley.

Without another moment wasted, Eren was chasing the person, cocking his gun as he went.  The alley was thick with smog but he sees the black coat, the person still running, getting further and further away as they picked up the pace after hearing his footsteps.

Pieces of rubble get crushed under the thick soles of Eren’s boots.  

In a desperate attempt to get the person to stop, he aims and pulls the trigger.

He heard the person yelp as the bullet grazed their arm, sending them tumbling to the ground.

Eren caught up, flipping the person around by pulling their collar.

His blood freezes.

You are staring up at him, your hair coming undone and cascading on your shoulders, your face smeared with dirt after your fall and blood that oozes from your nose.

There is no way.

Is there?

You have always been conveniently where he was.

The missions that got him off this operation.

Floch mentioned about wanting to talk to him.

As if wanting him out of the raid.

You try to pry his hand from your clothing but his grip tightened, his veins popping as he pulled you closer to him.

It scares you, seeing that expression on him. You try one more time to move away but he presses the muzzle of the gun on your temple.

“Jaeger-”

“You bitch!  You’ve been in on this from the start.”  He seethes.

A frown twitches on your brows.  “What are you talking about.  I was only here for the spoils.”  You fearfully glance at the gun.  “Get that gun away from me, Jaeger!  This isn’t funny!”

“Stop lying!”  He screams in your face, making you shut your mouth, drawing further from him. He only pulls you up, closer to him as he looms over you.  “You were using me, you lowlife whore!”

A tear slips in the corner of your cheek.

“So, this is who you are, huh?  A deceitful slut, making a living from stealing, opening her legs for whomever catches her, to get away?”  You squeeze your eyes when he jostles you, shoving the gun on your temple, you can almost feel a bruise forming in there.  “Fucking answer, me!”

A sob wracks your body and you let go of him, making you dangle, your torso suspended in the air, only held up with Eren’s tight grip.  All fight gone from your body.

“You’re hurting me.”  You whisper, your voice trembling.  “I’m not working for anyone.  I promise, I wasn’t deceiving you.”  You continue to sob.

His grip loosens.

“Please don’t kill me.”

Eren’s eyes widen.  He looks at the gun that he’s pressing hard on your delicate head. His hand shakes just before he throws the gun away as if it burnt him.  How could he have done that?  To you?

He gently lowers you to the ground, clutching his hair in frustration, in fear, for what he’s done.

His chest tightens when you flinch away as he tried to wipe your tears.

“Baby.  I’m sorry. I-I don’t know what came over me.” He apologizes over and over but it does nothing to stop your tears, if anything, he’s only making it worse.

You shake your head when he tries to cradle your face, grimacing when he tried to pepper your face with kisses, growing deaf from his apologies and reassurances that you are safe.

That he won’t harm you.

But Eren felt sick, saying that when he was just threatening you with a loaded gun moments ago.

His stomach churned when you frightfully screamed for him to let you go when he wrapped his arms around you.  He was afraid you’d slip from his fingers and disappear if he didn’t.  He shook his head ‘no’ to your demands of being let go as he buries his face on your shoulder.

“Please, please.  I’m sorry.”  He mutters.

You struggle against him, becoming more and more desperate until you reached for something on your boot and sunk it on his thigh.

Eren felt it burn.  His embrace loosening to see a silver stiletto knife sticking out his thigh.  But he can’t even be mad at you.  

How could he?  When you just look so frightened.  

Of him.

This time, he did not try to stop you when you push him off, clutching the arm that he grazed with a bullet earlier.  You take one final look at him and sprint away, disappearing in another alley corner.

Eren’s chest pangs in pain, even more so than the wound on his thigh.  That one, he can see and remedy.  The one on his chest, however.

He hears a static.

“Kruger.  It was a thermobaric bomb.  Sasha and I managed to get away before it was detonated.”  

“It worked on our favor, miraculously.  It blew up the jammer.”

“Send the go signal to the base for the airstrike.”

Eren could only listen but his eyes remain from where you vanished.  He was half hoping you’d come back.  That whatever happened was just a false memory he conjured in his mind.  But he knows there is no taking back what he has done.

The medics are patching him up in the base, the stabbed wound in his thigh was not as deep as he initially thought.

“You’re lucky it missed any major vessels and nerves.”

“Yeah.”  He forced a laugh.  “Lucky me.”

Eren eyes his comrades that lie in infirmary beds, with varying injuries, some he had to rescue out of the burning buildings.

As deputy director, Erwin had to reinforce the rules, suspending Eren for six months for insubordination.  But he acknowledges Eren’s efforts and cut it down to three.

In his time off, Eren spent his time trying to dig information about you.

Vixen.

That was a name you chose not for yourself, but rather, an alias given to you by the agency.  

Security cameras often catch you but you are slick enough to not let your face be seen.

The agency chose to let you be as you have done no real harm as of the moment.

Eren first encountered you in a mission in Marley, where he stole your car to chase off a target.  You weren’t happy.  You sent him a ‘thank you’ in a form of a laxative infused cocktail.  It ruined his night.

Second time, he joined you as a prisoner in Hizuru, for reasons he can’t quite remember.  You both escaped that night.  It was the first time he worked with you.

After that, you often help each other out in missions, that is if you’re not too busy teasing him, unintentionally getting in his way.

But he can’t bring himself to push you away. He craved your presence.

And now, after three months has passed, with not a single sighting of you, he has grown uneasy.

He missed you.  Terribly so.

Eren accepted missions upon missions, not to distract him from this gnawing feeling, but to hope that in one of them, he’ll see you again.

But he does not.

He even got Armin to look for you in security cameras.

Armin does so, albeit conflicted.  But seeing his friend so distraught, pacing around in his apartment, wearing out the carpet that he just bought recently, he cannot help but try.

Still, there is no trace of you.

Eren left Armin’s apartment just a quarter before ten in the evening.

The subway train was still surprisingly full.

He had to squeeze his way through.

The train jerked forward, prompting him to hold on to the grab handle.  He rests his head on his bent arm, keeping his feet as steady to the ground as much as he can.

Someone by his side shifts and Eren raises his head to see.

A fucking creep was trying to grab the skirt of the woman standing just in front of him.  A reaction embedded in his muscles made him reach out to grab the man by the wrist.

The woman turns and a blinding glint led Eren to sweep his gaze down from the most tedious office outfit comprised of a white dress shirt, black pencil skirt, and black tights, to the tall black stilettos and finally, back to the jewelry pierced on the woman’s ears.

Pearl earrings encrusted with pigeon blood rubies.

His eyes widen just as the woman turns to look at him, her eyes flashes in surprise for a moment before she turns away quickly.

The man yells when Eren fails to notice that he is still gripping the man’s wrist, his hold tightening until the joint popped.

“Serves you right for trying to grope that woman!” Says an elderly woman who sat just in front of them.

All eyes were on the man who turned bright red in embarrassment.

The intercom buzzes then came the announcement of the stop.

Half of the people flooded out the doors and Eren calls your name but you quickly disappear in the crowd.

Eren pushed and shoved, apologizing but he did not stop anyway.

The cold breeze bit his skin the moment he got out of the station.

His eyes scanned the area, squinting, struggling to see with the limited light provided by the lampposts.  Eren jogged around the alleys, peeking through the dark closed up shops, turning his head at every movement or shadow, startling a cat that was just hopping off a bench.

Eren was just about to turn on his heel when he sees you sitting on a bench in the far corner of the park, he would not have seen you had he not been trained to pay keen attention to every detail within his sight and periphery.

You were turned away from him, sitting relaxed, unlike him who had his shirt sticking on his back, drenched with sweat, his chest still heaving.

He halted in his steps.  What would he say to you?

Eren sunk on the bench nearest to him.  He wanted to go talk to you but he just can’t figure out what to say.  He felt like a creep, just watching you from a distance.  

Even his shirt dried off from the amount of time he stalled.

What is he doing?  He’s not just gonna sit there the entire night now, is he?

You flinch upon hearing someone clear their throat behind you.  The bench creaks, telling you that someone sat next to you.  Still, you refuse to acknowledge them.

“How’ve you been?”

The deep somber voice, that you can recognize everywhere, had you closing your eyes tightly, cursing him for being so comfortable when you can’t even trust your own voice at the moment.

Clearly unaware of how he wipes his palms in his jeans.

“I didn’t see you for a while.  Could’ve used your help in my previous mission.” He chuckles.

You play with your watch, eyes following every tick and tock of the long hand.

Eren heaves a heavy sigh, you almost glance at him.

“I missed you.”

You bite the inside of your cheek.  Closing your eyes when he stands in front of you.

“Y/N.”

Your eyes slowly flutter open upon hearing him call out to you so fondly but still you refused to look at him.

“I’m begging you, talk to me.”  He pleads, voice wounded.

That caught your attention.

“What would it take for you to forgive me?”  he asks softly, reaching for your hand.

You turn to look at him, your eyes void of emotion. Lips sealed shut.

Eren feels defeated.

He tightens his hold on your hand, his thumb caressing, feeling your warmth, missing the feeling of having his skin pressed on yours.

You wait for him to say more, but he is quiet. Your brow twitches when he lowers himself until his pants gets soiled with the dirt, until his knees ache with the rough unevenness of the park grounds, until he is looking up at you.

“Come back to me.”

Eren guides your hand to his face, kissing your palms, feeling your steady pulse against his soft lips.  Reminding him of your presence, grounding him.

His warm breath ghosts on your palm, tickling you. His nose grazes your skin, following a delicate vein.

You blink the tears away when he comes to rest his head on your lap, still kneeling.  

Pushing him away is not possible for you at the moment. It baffles you, the intimacy and the fact that a man of his stature is on his knees just for you.  

He looks up when you cup his cheeks, giving him a soft smile.  You can’t bear to see such broken look in his eyes any longer.  

“I might regret this tomorrow but.”  You place a gentle kiss on his lips.  “I forgive you.”

He rises to his feet, pulling you up to kiss you better.

He will see to it that you won’t.

You give an endearing protest when he runs his fingers on your neck, tickling you.  He smiles through it before pulling you closer by your nape.

None of you let go until you are completely out of breath.

Slowly, you pull away to meet his eyes.  The amount of emotion they hold makes your heart pound.

Eren pecks your lips and presses his forehead against yours.

“I think, I might have fallen in love with you.” He chuckles.

“Yes, I can see that.”  You smile as you play with his hair.  “I may or may not have fallen in love with you too.”

[hunterbunter3000]

I love the first meeting between Kruger and Sweetheart. How about the first meeting between Sweetheart and Alejandro and Rudy 👀

I'm so glad you liked it! ♡ this one is a bit longer I think than the last one

Warnings: blood, violence, gore, details of weapons, very tiny cod gun lore in there (if you notice it, I love you)

When Alejandro and Rodolfo met Sweetheart, they didn't think she would look like that. They thought that a person with the name 'Sweetheart' would be a medic, or maybe an assistant. Not a strikingly tall woman who looks like she can stomp your head in and go shopping for new shoes at the same time.

'It's nice to finally meet you both' she said to them, her regal like voice ringing in Rudy's ears. He had to stop himself from trembling. Alejandro grinned at her, telling her the same. 'It's nice to meet you as well, ma'am. I've heard alot about you.'

Of course he has. Her capitan and sergeant squawked non-stop about her when they met up with Los Vaqueros for the mission. She's well liked around her unit.

She's kind.

She's funny.

Thoughtful.

Playful.

Beautiful.

All good words complimented the woman with great expectations. The expectations were met tenfold to Alejandro.

You're staring too long at her. Snap out of it.

He walked Ghost, Soap and Sweetheart to the car they were taking for the travel, opening the door for Sweetheart. She chuckled at that. 'Such a gentleman.' She said. Alejandro's chest bursts with pride. 'Have to make a good first impression, estimado.' He says with such a flirty undertone, the other three men frown at him.

Don't step out of line, Alejandro. The outcome won't be good.

Her team followed suit in other cars. Rudy was the driver, fingers flexing on the steering wheel out of nerves. He wanted to pull over. He felt too lightheaded from her sweet scent swirling in the cramped car. Wanting to caress her arms while resting on her bosom, melting into her warm touch as they lay next to a fire. His fantasy took over his reality for too long as they already made it to their destination. Rudy breathes out when he gets out the car. He feels warm hand on his shoulder.

Sweetheart.

"You okay?" She asks, concern written on her face. Her beautiful, pretty face. And pretty lips.

He clears his throat. "I'm alright, flor-- I mean- ma'am! I- I meant ma'am." His cheeks flush with embarrassment as she giggles.

Such a pretty smile.

Alejandro was listening, unintentionally but there anyway.

Such a pretty laugh.

The day swirled into a blur, the soldiers already in the works of war. Bullets going off, bodies falling down, and Sweetheart carrying her weight. Alejandro and Rodolfo can't lie when they see Sweetheart actually fighting her way through the enemies like they were butter. Weilding a Remington 870 MCS breaching with 10" barrel, she goes ahead of them and blasts the heads off like balloons. She called it her 'fallen angel' when she was cleaning it at the base.

The blood splatters on her smooth skin, the sharp narrowing of her dark, focused eyes and her black curls now unraveled; she looks more like a warrior than a soldier. As she moves like a raging spirit in the wind, the bodies fall one by one in a mutilated mess.

"Mierda..." Rudy mumbles, hand covering his mouth. Her team seems to be used to this, staying behind and letting her do her thing with awestruck eyes.

She walks in their blood, mocking their loss as she stands over the terrified target.

"Target secured." She lowly says in the comms, picking up the stunned target by the collar like a wet cat. She walks by her team and other units, some stumbling back to get out of her way. Rudy and Alejandro part like the Red Sea, eyes glued on her figure. She's so much more, way much more than being kind and playful.

She's ruthless.

She's intimidating.

Skilled.

Scary.

Beautiful.

[luci4theminorannoyance]

Can I please ask request?

First date in a theme park hc (you pick a theme park)

Keegan

Krueger

Gaz

Soap

Valikan

A/n: sure! This took a while because this was a lot of characters, and I’m gonna base it off the theme-parks/fair vibes I go to. I didn’t have ideas for this one so I’m sorry it turned out bad :(

Soap:

-this man forces you to ride ALL of the rides, and I mean ALL of them.

-he attempted to win a prize for you at a clearly rigged game but still managed to get it by being a sly talker

-on his phone during some of the rides because he got distracted even though he shouldn’t even be on his phone let alone using it to watch videos WHILE ON ROLLER COASTERS

-holds your hand at any chance he can get and gets flustered when you tease him about it

Velikan:

-actually oddly good at games even when they’re rigged so he won a ton of things for you

-he somehow managed to have his helmet stay on for every ride he was on?

-giant fan of slow rides for some reason. He just enjoys the feeling of having your right there with him on a lazy river boat ride or something

-silent for most of the date until you two are about to leave and he mumbles about how you and him should go on another date here again next week

gaz:

-loves more calm rides, like carousels and teacup rides or things where he knows he’s strapped in (my man’s still has those helicopter flashbacks)

-sucks at winning prizes so you won some for him instead!

-holds your hand the entire time, lovey-dovey eyes and all. He almost tripped on a staircase in one of the lines because of it

-got food with you at the theme park and ended up eating most of it

-forced you to take silly photos in the Photo Booth with him <3

keegan:

-takes you to the theme park purely to watch from the side lines. This man likes your smile but hates the sun fr

-carry’s all of your stuff for you and sits in shady spots for most of it, but if it gets cloudy or it’s in the afternoon he’ll hold your hand and walk around the entire park doing rides to make up for him not participating when it’s sunny

-weirdly enjoys overpriced themed food? And petting zoos oddly enough

Kruger:

-finds whatever scary haunted-house type or thriller ride he can just for you to get scared and cling on to him

-had a arm or hand on your hip for most all of the theme park including on rides, basically making him a second seatbelt

-won all of the shooting game prizes physically possible until the staff kicked him out, and of course you ended up taking all the plushies home