#not because he's THAT into it. the best cartel bosses are the ones that don't get hooked. but it's fun sometimes

[villa-kulla]

mini laloward concept: howard affectionately calling lalo “mi bandido”. bonus points if it’s while pulling him in closer by the bandana, smiling against his lips. 

[suguru-getos]

Yakuza Gojo Satoru idea that's rotting my brain away:

A/N: Should I write a fic on this? 0_0 The name and fame of the mafia world, someone's whose roots touch the pungent rabid base of Tokyo's drug and criminal cartel and head touches the sky. Famed and named as the biggest potential bachelor and businessman. A front so strong no one dares question, a front so intimidating no one opposes, a front so challenging it's a Fibonacci series of failure for private agents allegedly working with the government.

Some even say that the government is also his little lap-dog he can throw treats as and get what he wishes. Now, to establish something so humongous and bulletproof isn't an amateur's job. His family has been in it for generations. He knows his guts and he knows when to use them.

How fun when the Mafia group across the west has their little princess on a lavish vacation to Tokyo? Of course they would ask the esteemed and trusted Gojo group to host her. Satoru doesn't really bore himself with maintaining relations with other groups. As long as they leave Tokyo untouched; we wouldn't have a problem.

Luckily, he has a few other people by his side to aid him with this, Geto Suguru his right hand man and his best friend. Someone he went to school with, someone who would die and take a bullet for his boss without hesitance. Geto's mother was murdered by his father in a fit of drunken haze, the depressed boy had a noisy, cocky best friend in high-school and when Satoru gave Suguru the revolver to shoot his deranged, rotten, ungrateful and not so guilty father with it? Yeah he hasn't looked back since.

Geto explained to his boss that it would be good to host the spoiled bratty Princess and let her play around Tokyo. "The girls out there in the west are too occupied with the Kawaii-core aesthetic of Japan to bother us."

Oh how wrong, because when they met you? Coming down from your private jet, smoking and wearing looming, unapproachable shades across the bridge of your nose. Expression embodying power and ruthlessness as you smirk. You're not here to be the 'Mafia Princess', you look so different from that. The way that you don't have any bodyguards seems cocky enough, the way your body language only gets more upfront, head held high, arms breezy, shoulders broad.

Satoru has a favourite…

[atvace]

Lady Dior and the Seven Dilfs

Chapter 11: Her Desire

"My sources told me they hosted a drinking party between the elites," He dropped down a few papers consisting of a few highlighted texts scattered around the table. "There will be the VIPs all around Las Almas gathering in." He rolled a map of Las Almas and pointed at a specific manoir.

"La casa de sin nombre?" Soap raised his eyebrow reading the manoir name in the map, "Actually no, it's one of their lugartenientes." Alejandro shrugged. "A cartel lieutenant..." The huge forehead chuckled, "You're learning, hermano." he ruffled some of the papers.

"Some are invited to the meet some are uh..." Alejandro rubbed the back of his head awkwardly, "Volun-told?" Graves raised his eyebrow "Yes-". Soap peered at the map, examining the terrains around the house. "What's the gathering about?" He asked, "Well, apparently they do this every Sunday night but this time there'll be a meeting too." He took a ballpoint and scribbled a few. 

"And maybe about us too." He drops the pen down and tilts to Graves. "Las Almas is burning, and they want to know how lit the fire." Alejandro bit the inside of his cheek.

"Sin Nombre will be there, yeah?" Ghost rests his hand on the table. "No guarantees but this is our best shot. The least we can do is have a little more detail on intels." 

Graves gripped his own vest before clicking his tongue, "So, how do we make it inside? It's a drinking party we can't just violently get in. We need El Sin Nombre alive." Everyone gazes at each other, then slowly shifts at you munching on Mexican ghost pepper chips. 

"What?" You asked with a stuffed mouth.

Alejandro let out a cheeky grin before tilting his head to Ghost, "Don't tell me." The Lt shook his head, "Dior, can you speak basic Spanish?" Ale turned to you. 

"Se espanol basica? si." You raised your eyebrow at his objection. Alejandro smiled, "Rodolfo, Give her something fancy! and a party mask." He walks towards the weapon armory. "Yes, boss." Rodolfo left the room in a swift. "That'll honestly do, I'll have my men on overwatch." Graves shrugged.

"Dior, you will infiltrate inside the mansion as a prostitute," Alejandro stated from afar. "Oh, fuck yeah. my time to shine, bitch." You excitedly put the bag of chips on the table and rubbed your stained finger to the vest, unbuckling it because you're going to change clothes anyway. 

"You go by car with Soap, we'll drop you off by the main entrance. my men will be there to escort you inside," He grabbed something from a compartment. "He has a green suit, yeah?" He threw a set of small earpieces towards you which you caught with your left hand. "Easy does it." You slip it inside your right ear. It was too big for your ear entrance so you just slip it slightly. 

"Don't engage with any mafia, be careful with your words, your fake name is..." Alejandro paused for a moment, "Valentina." You cooed jokingly. "Sure." Your lips parted in shock, you made up that name as a joke. "Pack up, vamos!" Alejandro left to get in the garage to announce the operation.

You pouted your lip trying to think of something, but you felt a presence in your side. "prostitute?" Ghost's deep voice could never fail to startle you now. "Yea, what about it, Casper. you want a piece of my pussy?" You sneered. "Thought it belonged to the cowboy hence he made you quite loud last night." He said whispering to your ear level before leaving.

'AIN'T NO GODDAMN WAY I WAS THAT LOUD LAST NIGHT' You shot his back with a small smile, even though he didn't see it he can feel it. your eyes twitched in embarrassment and your hand turned into a fist irritatedly.

Grave's hand was about to land on you but you uncomfortably dodged him, He turned his palm into a fist and awkwardly rested it to his hips. "So, Dior the sneaky infiltration again?" He chuckles at you, "Yea." Your short remark was enough to make him accept his defeat and leave with Alejandro. 

Soap catches up to you which draws back your mood, "You okay, Dior? What'd Ghost said?" His smile warms your head by little. "Oh, nothing. He's just threatening me to not fuck this up." You lied, rubbing the back of your head awkwardly. 

"I think you're a great lurker," Soap said to you as you two walked together. "Well, this time I'm going undercover. I hope I didn't get carried away." You sneered at the thought of dancing on the floor in front of mafias. "Well, then don't! gather info and flee." He remarkably said. 

"Easier said than done." 

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You smeared your Glossier lipgloss across your lips giggling, kicking your feet, So excited about your mission. this is definitely your type of mission, you love your job, you live for this moment, and you are going to execute this with no hassle. Rodolfo definitely has a taste! he gave you a bodycon red slit dress with a long satin gloves in the same color. You look divine. (You always do)

"Excited, are you?" Soap's claim made you tilt, "Ah- Of course! Who wouldn't be?!" You grinned, "I love lurking in, pretending to be the spy girl in the mansion. I'm going to be the center of attention!" You swayed your hair.

"Yes, but you shouldn't expose your thighs too much, yeah?" Your smile drops and you look at him ferociously, "You've got exactly three seconds to take back what you say before I rip that fucking mohawk." His shoulder flinched a bit, his hand reached his pocket. "I'm so sorry, my lady I did not mean what I said earlier- Captain Price wanted me to give you this." He lends you what seems like a black belt with a knife pocket in it. "For emergency." He smiles as your eyes soften.

"My hands are full. Just put it beside me." You said reapplying a mascara. He paused for a moment before bending down to your side, You stopped whatever you were doing and watched him shift his hand to your knee and then your left thigh. the harsh surface of his gloves sharpens your breath, and the way he adjusted the belt thumps your heart harder. the way his fingers softly contact the soft flesh of your thighs turns you slightly red. He tightens the strap creating two hills between the black belt.

"That'll do." He got up and sat back to the seat.

You were stunned by the action he pulled. regaining consciousness, you pull your dress down so the strap isn't visible. "Very well, Mr. Soap. Very well," You look away at the car window watching the near-dusk scenery of Las Almas until the car stops in front of a cab. 

You watched Soap exit the car and open the car door for you, lending you his hand. As you got up, he slowly held your hand escorted you to the white car, and opened the door for you again. "Stay safe, yeah?" "Thank you, Soap." You got in gracefully and stayed in the car.

As the car drove, you rested your chin on your hand looking out the window. scanning the mansion from your naked eye; there were multiple spots that were exposed to the outside. you figured your team should set up a sniper from. one of the taller buildings. seeing the tall black gate visible from the distance, you pull the party mask to your eye level, enough to give a little anonymity to your face. "I'm green." You coded to the radio. "Good, get back one piece." Ghost tuned into your earpiece.

The green-suited man has a mask covering his face like Ghost's but in grey. his eyes gave you the look before slithering his hand around your waist. As the two of you walked into the mansion and entered the elevator, his hand slipped a piece of paper into your gloves. you tapped twice at his finger as a code that you received it. 

the sound of the elevator ding is heard and you walk outside toward the crowd of people. there was multiple outdoor pool with the green hills you saw when you were outside earlier. "Senora." A waiter handed you a tall drink, "Gracias." You awkwardly accept it and scooted  over to the crowd light dancing.

you swayed your hips a few times and hummed to the unfamiliar lyric music blasting in a not too deafening volume. You rejected a few hands that tried to pull you. but in multiple times you gazed and one specific eyes, but you're not sure whos orbs those belong to.

A few men and woman with mask covering their faces lent you their hand but you dont plan on making any contact with those people. hence you're undercove rwith a knife up in your thighs.

In the left corner of your eye, you saw a glimps of a dark hazel orbs piercing at your shoulders like an eagle observing their prey. You tilt your head to the side slightly to see a woman few olders than you menacingly watching you from afar. 

'Gyatt dayum,' you look away from her again. 

You tilt your head to her again to check her out, 'Ooh she's a short hair.' you mentally giggled to yourself while pretending to look away.

You tried to steal another look of her but you've lost her. sighing in defeat, you decided to walk out of the crowd towards one of the outdoor pools. You expose yourself outside while pressing your bottom lip with the fancy glass, "All stations, I have eyes on Dior." Ghost's voice buzzed into your ear. You raised your glass to the hill where you think Ghost is and went back inside. But as you turned around, you bumped into someone and accidentally knocked your own glass to your chest, pouring the alcohol all over your torso. "Ah-" 

Everyone's eyes pinned on you in an instant. "Dior, report on the situation. Why is everyone stunned?" Grave's voice echoed to your radio. "Ah, Lo siento, senoras." The woman that bumped into you walked towards you. "Dior, do you copy?" Ghost's voice gave a hint of annoyance. 

"Ah, esta bien." You try to pat your soaked chest but nobody can get their eyes off you. The woman seemed irritated at the people staring at you. "Siguema." She grabbed your hand, pulling you into her close. the two of you fast walked toward a different elevator. you saw her tapping a card and pressed floor 2.

'AINT NO GODDAMN WAY SHE'S THE SAME PERSON EARLIER' you thinly smile to yourself as you stare at your arm squashed by her palm. she has a similar combat gloves as Alejandro's. 

you were stunned at everything happening too fast but you tried to picture the woman that is probably helping you right now. She has cold-dark brown eyes with short black hair and a sharp eye. She wore some kind of a black turtleneck with dusty white jeans. in a few moments after staring at her, the elevator revealed the second floor. you followed her to a room with a large sofa and a few wardrobes. 

"Sientate, te lo debo." She walked to one of the wardrobes and slid it open. You sat on the sofa and tried your best to gather your composure. after a few minutes, she turned to you and threw a pair of black sweater. "Pontelo. Mi agradecimiento." She stated with a slightly cold tone. You rest your palm to the folded sweater and looked at her, "que?" She crossed her arm to her chest whilst looking down on you.

"...Gracias, tu eres linda." You softly said, trying to sound convincing. You dug your head inside the sweater and poked your head out of the hole, but you see her face an inch close to yours, "I knew that you're not from around here. Who are you?" She squinted her eyes to see you. You felt caged but you need to improvise. "I'm a prostitute." You blurted out.

"What the fuck," She sneers which made something inside you twitched. "Puta prostituta." She nodded slightly at your stance. "..si?" You gave an obvious guilty smile. Out of the sudden, she slapped and grip your left thigh. You got slightly startled from her sudden action, letting out a soft moan.

She raised her eyebrow at your reaction and laughed, "Oh coño, you poor thing. Did I startled you, conejita?" She sneered at you degradingly. "I mean it's technically MY job," You gulped. "But since you gave me this sweater, maybe I'll let you have me for free?" You shot her an innocent stare. after a slight pause between the two of you, she scoffed and flashed a wicked eye.

"Who do you think am I?" She gripped your jaw to make you look closer at her. "My next." You confidently answered. "es esto lo que esperas de mi?" She poked your groin as you arched your head back. "maldita perre zorra, Es esto lo que quieres?" She knitted her eyebrow and pinched your clit through your dress. "Oh God-" "What tis your name, maldita?" She lets go of your crotch now crawling to you whilst pinning your hands beside you. one of her knee edged your clit.

"Answer me, you imbicile." She placed a pressure to your wrist and sensitive abdomen. "V-Valentina." You gasped for air. "Valentina? que interesante." She snickered. "Me pregunto si Valentina quiere que Valeria la ponga como una, puta." She whispered to your red ear and chuckled at your whinings.

You prayed to God she leave your panties alone because your undercover will be revealed. she thumped her knee multiple times into your sensitive covered sensitive entry while now devouring your neck, whispering unladylike wordd in spanish whilst her sharp long nails with coated red polish bruised your underjaw. 

"Enjoyed checking me out, down there, Hm?" She shift her hand to make you face her. "Didn't expect you to look different from their papers," She smirked. "They didn't joke about sending me the best one." Your eyes widens at her remarks. 

"Cuando bailas ahí atras", she impatiently flung one of your legs onto her shoulder "Me llamaste la atencion." She dug her knee even deeper into you. probably now bruising your entrance. "ahora tengo el tuyo." she smirked at the mess she making you.

The way she draws your body with her hands, shifting from your wrist to your collarbone and teasing the shape of your breasts between her sweater. you felt her hand gliding up and down motioning to memorise your body through her touch.

"tu gusta este?" She smirked in your cheeks while the tip of her thumb circled your cave slowly. you eyes rolled inside your skull, still mentally praying she didn't notice the knife strap Soap wore for you. "Make more noises, puta." Her thumb presses harder making a damp with your wetness.

Your whines turned into a moaning mess, your well-do hair is now a bird nest. She laughs at the side of your neck biting your earlobe, "Me gusta tu voz, let's take thi-"

Her words are cut off by a knocking door. "Boss, tienes una persona." a man spoke from the other side of the door making her groan. "Callate!" she shouted towards the door before grunting in annoyance, "Hey." She places her finger on your chin, "Don't think I'm done with you." She said leaving with a smile. "I'll get your contract extended."

Watching her left, "contract extended?"  you quickly took out the paper that Alejandro's intel slid into your gloves. carefully reading the handwriting, it said 'segunda planta, 02 02 19' You rolled your eyes and crumpled the paper. "Very helpful, thank you."

You sat on the sofa dumbfounded with soggy panties. you looked behind you and saw a dark-tinted glass window, Without thinking twice you tapped the window and gazed around it. From up there, you saw Soap getting checked up by the guards before his head was sunk into a sack and forcefully manhandled into the mansion.

you gasped softly at the sight and tried to get into your radio. "This is Dior from the seco-" Your hand felt empty and your eyes widened after realizing your earpiece was gone. "Oh shit." You dug your whole palm inside your ear just to find it empty.

You quickly shuffled towards the door and turned the knob multiple times. just to have another realization that the door is locked from the outside. "OH SHIT." You breathed heavily and held your forehead to balance out your mind with the situation that happened. "No fucking way I'm trapped here to be a sex slave. fuck!" You walked around the room to think of a solution. "...And she DOES hiring a sex buddy. WHAT IF I GOT CAUGHT," You frustratedly run your mantled fingers across your scalp.

Let's learn how to break through your problem. You lost your earpiece, you have no contact with your teams whatsoever. Your only weapon is your knife but you can't use that yet because we don't want to break the glass with it, it'll be too noisy. You have a ticking time bomb before the REAL prostitute actually comes. 

'Check the wardrobes.' The insides of your head echoed a voice in your mind.

You sprinted to one of the wooden wardrobes and furiously opened every single one of them. just to be disappointed that there are only dark-colored random clothes. 

There was a military vest, few cargo pants, multiple pairs of jeans, and a hat. you took out the jeans and a few sweaters out of the wardrobe and ran back to the window, calculating the height of the building. 

"This is some Rapunzel shit," you muttered whilst trying to tie the jeans and sweaters together.

Flashback

"Dior, Do you copy?" Ghost tuned into the radio watching you unfolding a scene by the pool. "Dior- bloody fucking hell." He gripped his sniper holster in annoyance, "What's wrong, Ghost?" Soap took out a telescope to see you from the distance getting dragged by a woman. "Oh yeah, that's bad." 

"Did the princess drop her earpiece? Her signal seemed disconnected." Graves stared at Soap while staring at his combat tab and munching on a bread he packed himself for. "Well, that's on me. I think I gave her the wrong size." Alejandro rubbed the back of his head. "Fair blame." Ghost scoffed.

"If we decided that she's under hostage situation, I've got enough shadow to take over the whole damn country." Graves threw his wrapper off the building and walked towards the other. "I prefer if you didn't." Alejandro felt a little grudge in his tone.

Graves scoffed, "I'm just sayin, one house and a hostage wouldn't be a problem." He flexes. "We need el sin nombre and Dior alive." Alejandro knitted his eyebrow, "well... what if we meet him in person." The commander tilts to Soap.

"How?" 

"Give them what they want. Dior is out of reach with no coms, but I'm sure she figured something." Graves gripped his vest. "Tell them intel, they wanna know whose here? tell 'em." Grave's expression stayed relaxed.

"In person?" Alejandro sharply stared at Graves. "Correcto." He slightly nodded. "Get one of us inside, find Dior, get to the boss, pack 'em up." He palms his knuckles. The three men paused for a few moments before Soap broke the silence. 

"I'll do it." 

Alejandro's eyes soften to Soap, "You go in there, they'll kill you, Hermano. we're not even sure if Dior is still alive." He slightly shook his head. "That's fine, I'll take my chances. Dior is inside, there's a possibility she's still alive. There's a missile we need to stop." Soap convinced. "I'll get inside, find Dior then offer intel to El Sin Nombre." 

Ghost's sigh is heard as Soap continues. "And if they're there, we pounce." He finishes. Alejandro chuckled like a proud dad before resting his hand on Soap's shoulder. "Demonios si. tienes las pelotas es cabron." 

Alejandro took off his vest, "To make it in, you'll need eyes and ears. I'll go too." He smiles. "I'll stay on overwatch again. Shadow circles the target on a helo." Ghost turns to Graves after Alejandro's decision. "Roger that." 

Graves was about to reach his radio but stopped, "Oh if they want proof." He ripped off a Shadow Company badge from his vest. "Show 'em this." Soap took a good look at the ripped badge before fist-bumping Graves. "Call me when you need me." Graves walked towards the other side of the building. "Alright, let's gear up and get after it."

a little longer than a few minutes later

Soap's face was shoved into the elevator after getting questioned by El Sin Nombre. The female Sicaria leaned herself to the side of the elevator watching Soap stumbled. Diego slaps three of the buttons going from the basement to the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd floor. "Penthouse." He mumbles.

"Los Vaqueros is moving fast," He faced Valeria. "I'll be in the penthouse with sin nombre." She said in a cold tone whilst the sound of the elevator went up. "When do I see el sin nombre?" Soap's question made the two sicarios snickered. "Valeria is going to speak with the boss, you will wait with the others," Diego said with a hint of threat.

"I have a feeling, El Sin Nombre will be... very interested in talking to you." Valeria spat venom through her words. After a minute, the elevator dings. watching the elevator door unraveling, Soap flooded out his overthinking while it was greeted by a guard with a mask. 

Soap walked out of the elevator, "This is where you wait, Soap." The mohawk slowly walks out of the elevator with a guard leaning by the side outside the lift. "Estaré en la ofrenda. No interruptan." Diego spoke coldly as the guard shoved soap against the window. "Si Señor." The guard deepen his voice as he patted Soap's body down.

"You're alive..." Alejandro's familiar voice relieves Soap's tense muscle. "Alejandro? You too mate." He muttered back. "El Sin Nombre's in the penthouse, third floor." "We'll need a keycard." Alejandro replied again.

"Diego has it." Alejandro searched his pocket. "Take this." he handed soap a throwing knife. "Sweet." Soap gladly stored it in his pocket. "This too," He handed Soap a white full head mask. "Why a mask?" Soap wore it anyway. "Some people here can't be seen with the cartel. comms are hooked in." 

"Got it."

"You're good, let's head out." 

Alejandro and Soap tried their best to not be seen too close together as they walked towards what seemed like a kitchen. The people on the floor have either left or somewhere else. it wasn't so crowded like earlier. "What've you got?" Ghost turned into Soap's radio. "El Sin Nombre is in the penthouse. third floor." Soap spoke softly. 

"None of Dior?" Soap paused himself before answering, "Negative." Ghost's sigh is heard faintly through, Alejandro frowns at his concerns. "Don't worry. We'll give a shot on the elevator, we just need Diego's keycard." He looked around the mansion watching a few guards and a backdoor to the garage.

"Where Diego?" Ghost's shifting his sniper is heard on the radio. "Ofrenda, second floor." Soap said. "I think I know how to get to him." Soap stared at an unoccupied ladder with a few vines beside it and a vertical window. "Vamos, we'll get our hands dirty,"  Alejandro smirked beneath his mask.

end of flashback

You sat by the window, ripping and tying some of the clothings. you felt bad for doing this but you need to get out of there. It's been around 45 minutes since you realized your earpiece is gone. the sky has turned dark and surprisingly the music is fading. You could only hear people on a phone call or just chatting with one and another.

After finally finishing the last piece, you tied the end of the long handmade rope to the sova and walked towards the window. 'It is what it is' You pulled out your knife and broke the window by the butt side and threw the rest of the rope out of the window. As you jumped out, you were flabbergasted to see someone climbing up right beside you. he had a grey shirt, dark pants with a white robbery mask. the two of you stare at each other for a good few minutes.

"Soap?!" 

"Dior?!"

'PSSAT' a bullet pierced close to the two of you. Soap drew out his gun and shot the guard right in the head. "Holy shit, what did you do?!" You gripped on your rope tighter. "No time to explain! Quick, take my hand." He lent out his hand as you grab him back. He lifted you over his shoulder and threw you to the 2nd-floor balcony on the other side of your window. "Go get cover, I'll explain later." He said grunting whilst climbing. "Solid copy." 

You sprinted into the building facing guard, "Hold this!" You slashed their throat by throwing your knife through their jugular vein as they dropped to the ground with a seizure. You slide on your knees to take your knife back, "Ay, 'm takin this back. thank you!" You got on your feet and ran again. the sound of alarm blaring through the hallways eeried your ears. 

You stumbled across a closet and pulled it open to see a medium-sized safebox, "Let's see what you're worth." You put in the code from Alejandro's intel, As it clicks open, a few papers fly out and you grit your teeth in annoyance.

"A fucking shotgun..." 

"A fucking shotgun." 

You jerked your head back to see Soap leaning into the content and cluck the close-range weapon to himself. "Dior, you want my USP instead?" He offered his gun. You took it and checked the mag to see it's barely used. "Fair offer." 

The two of you walked towards another balcony to get on top of the rooftop. But unfortunately, there were several guards on watchout. You peeked and threw the knife at one of the guards, jumping over to get inside and shoot the remaining guards. Soap struggled to hop inside the top with his shotgun which resulted in you getting harmed fighting alone.

"Argh-" You shot a guard's knee before kicking him down with your heels. Another guard aimed their gun at you but their head explodes from a sniper. You looked up towards another building a few miles away to see a reflection of a light showing Ghost on overwatch. "Fuck, I'm sorry. You okay?" Soap got to your side. "Just a gash, let's go." You ignored your bleeding arm and quickly caught up to Alejandro.

"Dior." 

"Ale-" 

"Soap!"

The three of you looked at each other before Alejandro pointed at a certain chimney. "Elevator this way, we have no time left." Soap and Alejandro sprinted towards the ladder as you tried to catch up. You grunted in pain holding your left arm that spilled out blood. 

Soap jumps inside to get on the top of the elevator as Alejandro realizes you're not there. He looked down to see you holding your arm in pain, "Cariño, estás bien?" He shouted from the top. You waved your hand away at him "Go without me!" 

He furrows his eyebrow and tries to lend his hand to you, "It's too dangerous!" You shook your head, "Go get El Sin Nombre, I'll be fine I promise you!" He paused for a moment looking through your eyes before deciding to leave with Soap. you sighed in relief and went the other way. 

You swore you saw something when you opened that safe. The papers that flew out weren't just ordinary papers, You tried to navigate yourself back to the 2nd floor. You saw multiple guards coming but you hid and shot them from behind counters. 

outruning them from the hallways, you hid yourself inside the same closet earlier. You sat and took all of the papers trying to read it in thin light. But out of a sudden, you feel a breeze from your side from the guards opening your closet door with a rifle in his hand. you screamed in fear but he dropped to the ground in an instant. Your pupils dilate at the sight of one of the words in those papers as it flutters in the air shifting away from you.

'duties signed under Ma-'

Your gaze was locked on a shadow with a handgun in his hand as he lent you his hand again, "Dior, right? we caught El Sin Nombre. Let's go!" You tried to get up but the pain in your arm stopped you and made you drop the papers down. "Shit okay-" 

He picked you up by the waist and carried you, "I'm sorry," he mutters softly.

[faithrainee]

But your honor, Kim and Nacho would be best friends. Both have a hatred love of Jimmy's crazy ass self, both like being little slimeballs when they're bored, both find Jimmy to be the most irritating, annoying, dumbass man in the world but they love him ofc.

Kim being bored, needing something fun to do, turning to Nacho for crazy "let's ruin a cartel boss' day" fun. Because as she said in the one episode, her and Jimmy are too chaotic to do fun pranks together because they take it too far. But her and Nacho? Nacho who has a sense of self control unlike Jimmy. Hell yeah. Kim and Jimmy could still be married for shits n' giggles and she could still have her fun with Nacho without going crazy and killing someone not saying any names.

They would have so much fun together you don't understand!! They'd be the tag team of pranksters! + Jimmy! The justice dealing duo! + Jimmy!

Kim and Nacho at the diner planning what asshole cartel leader they're gonna tactically plant cocaine on in broad daylight while Jimmy sits across from them eating pancakes and hash browns and a strawberry milkshake with an extra cherry. No Jimmy, you cannot get involved, focus on your pancakes.

They'd be such a good duo because both have self control and the ability to keep the other in check, while Jimmy and Kim don't have that relationship and work better as a silly husband and wife duo. I'm sure Nacho would work to keep Jimmy out of trouble, and since he's "friends" with Mike, the two would likely both make sure Jimmy doesn't get back into cartel stuff for his own good.

[thekimspoblog]

FotD 1:

@joshgoodman: Thinking of some ideas currently; I've had this one circling my head. Somehow kim and Jim find themselves camping out like the kettlemans did (without the stolen money) to avoid being found by (insert threat here). Iris and fille are around 8 and 6 respectively

Me: That'd be cute! Fighting with trying to set up the tent, Kim would probably do most of it; Jimmy's threatening to slip a disk. Fille keeps asking what the hell we're actually doing out here. Iris tells her not to ask stupid questions.

"Iris, don't call your sister stupid"

"I'm not! I said her question was! There's a difference!"

Did they bring any food?

Me: In my timeline, one of the main tragic things is how this life weighs on Kim's sanity. She never really got over the trauma of the cartel following her back in '04, that's when the sheepdog dreams started; that's when she started believing in God, simply because she felt like someone or something was watching her and plotting against her at all times. Especially after Jimmy dies, paranoia really starts to consume her. She becomes a powerful mob boss nearing the end of her life, but no amount of security measures bring her peace of mind. Once Jimmy's out of the picture, things start to get a little Howard Hughes.

But yeah, even while he's around, he is sometimes worried she's getting neurotic, but it's not like he can't empathize; he never stopped looking over his shoulder either. Out here in the woods, every rustle in the grass could be a mountain lion or worse.

Him: They brought enough food for a week, but then they'd have to catch and cook their own. Which Jimmy might have an issue with. I think a mountain lion would be the least of their worries, it can be scared away; a cartel member with a gun/intent to hurt kim/her family isn't as easily scared away.

Me: Why do you think Jimmy would have a problem? Just not very good at hunting/fishing?

Kim considered taking a gun, but they both decided it would create more problems than it would solve. Even if Fille or Iris don't play with it, firing off a wild shot into the bushes could be a really bad idea; they're hiding from the law on fraud/extortion/other non violent charges. If she accidentally shot a cop who was coming to arrest them, now they're both back to looking at life. Not losing custody is always the top priority.

Even killing a "Made" man/woman would just incite retaliation. If the mafia kills them, best to just pray they'll spare the kids. Starting a shoot out would just be loud and dangerous.

I guess if they really believed the kids were in danger, they would have to give them up and leave them with someone, but thankfully it's never come to that.

Him: Based off of Jimmy's character, I'd think he'd have a terrible time hunting and fishing, yea. Also, he might have an issue with killing the animal he's able to retrieve.

I think kim would settle for a bow? Not sure if she has an archery background; iris would LOVE that. Fille could care less. But who would they leave them with, is the question? Mike is dead, so is dawson. The church is questionable

Me: I don't think Jimmy would have a problem killing an animal. He might be squeamish, but he was never a pacifist or vegetarian.

Highly doubt they would have thought to bring archery supplies. If they run out of food, they should just head back into town.

And when all else fails, they always have the option to call a social worker themselves. They REALLY don't want to do that, they've been trying to keep the kids safe off the grid. But nothing is worth endangering their lives. Even Fille would be unhappy in that arrangement.

Pretty sure "My parents only abandoned me because they're traveling con artists. But they promised they were coming back once the mob boss is dead" is foster home for "please beat me up for telling such outrageous lies".

Iris would look out for Fille, but who's looking out for poor Iris?  In the eyes of any conformist parent or teacher, Iris would be labeled a troubled child with behavioral issues. Even if their foster parents accepted their queerness, and that's a big if, nobody's going to listen to their indoctrination about the reasons shoplifting is a public good. Probably end up getting put on Ritalin or some shit.

Still, as long as Iris knew where they came from, why they feel this way all the time,they could at least try to fit in. In the timeline where Iris was born in 2005 and Kim gave them up out of guilt for what happened to Howard, Iris's life was terrible; just grew up confused and angry. Tarzan might not know what a human is, but he would still know he wasn't an ape. Kim saw these futures; even aborting them would be less cruel than leaving them to be raised by someone else. Iris needed their parents; they were the only ones who understood, the only ones who could shape this overgrown hedge of wild energy into a countercultural topiary. No matter what other childhood trauma they absorbed, the worst thing you could ever do is leave them without direction or purpose.

Him: Squeamish, that's the word I was looking for. But if it comes to survival, what wouldn't he do for his family?

Him: I wonder if the social worker would be an option? Kim wouldn't want to put the kids through that, they would find the best option one way or another.

Ah yes, Ritalin. Or as I like to call it, the zombie drug. That shit doesn't work and fuck any doctor who puts kids on it

Me: No matter what happens, at least Iris and Fille have eachother. It's not that Fille can't feel that Wexler-McGill blood in their veins; Fille is different from Iris by choice, not nature. But as the youngest in the family, as the last one always in pool when it comes to mischief, she can see how recklessness never leads to anything good.

Fille is better at pretending to be a "good kid" but she'd still feel deeply alone without her big sibling.

If she was left alone, Fille would probably be a troublemaker too. She's only such a square and a goody-goody because that's the only way she could have rebelled in a family of rebels.

Him: Ah, so fille chooses to be a goody two shoes because that's not what people expect when they see that family.

I don't think they would be apart for long, even separated by the foster care system if it came to that. Those two would always find a way back to each other

Me: Main problem is Jimmy and Kim don't want to admit failure a first time, because CPS is going to be breathing down their neck from then onward. For some reason, as long as the kids are biologically yours, most bizarre parenting choices are accepted as long as the government hasn't already labeled you a bad mother.

When Love Quinn was brought back by Dolores, the thing she wanted most was to see Henry again. But Dante and Lansing are good dads, and showing up in Henry's life now would just upset and confuse him. Admitting that she deserved to lose custody of her son was the hardest thing she's had to do, but it's for the best to just move on, try to be better moving forward.

Him: Do Love and Henry ever reunite? Or are those days behind them?

Me: Probably when Henry is older.

Iris probably would ask for archery lessons after reading the Hunger Games. Iris was always outdoorsy, but this probably is just a phase.

Him: What kind of phase would fille go through, if you had to guess?

Me: Well both siblings do have an interest in music. Iris learned to play the guitar from Jimmy; Fille would probably go ahead and find herself a piano teacher.

Him: I feel like iris would also take an interest in drums, maybe?

Me: Sounds about right.

I mean Jimmy and Kim want to encourage their hobbies. This is what the money is for.

Him: Iris would take an interest in archery, drums, and guitar while fille does piano, and maybe...swimming?

Me: Yes Fille loves the ocean. Probably cus of that goldfish soul.

Him: Ooh! Kayaking!

Me: I think Iris would be more into motor boats

Him: Boats are fun. Maybe they could take a vacation to the great lakes/some type of beach.

FotD 2:

Me: I guess yesterday I was also thinking about them making a big score, and then taking the kids shopping for new clothes. The kids complain, but it's still fun dressing them up like little dolls.

Him: I didn't think iris would go for that? Maybe fille

Me: Well Iris has always loved dress up, but plain clothes shopping is always a little boring for kids.

Me: Kim saying "Try this one on. It's a little bit big but you'll grow into it... hmm no; that's actually too big, you'll be tripping and face planting all over"

Me: But yes, those two love shopping for the family. I mean Jimmy and Kim have been eachothers gay best friend stereotypes since all the way back to law school, but the last time they actually spent a substantial amount of money like this was a few years ago at Babies-R-Us. Since leaving the church, it's mostly been consignment shops. Nothing fancy that wasn't secondhand.

Which is why they want to get each of the four of them a new outfit that will last for next few years

Him: I don't think jim + kim would contribute to chains if they didn't have to. Always choosing places like goodwill over walmart

Me: Nah they'd still go somewhere nice. Kim's love for shiny things outweighs her communist sympathies.

She wants to pretend she's not materialistic, but low-maintenance bitches don't drink thousand dollar tequila or wear real gold.

I mean Goodwill is fine and all, but this is Prada man! She's only human!

Honestly Kim's hypocrisy with how she identifies with class I think is a really interesting facet of her personality.

This is why wealth redistribution campaigns always fail: first of all, in order to adequately navigate the upper class, the revolutionary already typically needs a middle class education or better. And second, even if an army does manage to steal from the rich, the leader finds it hard to actually give those winnings to the poor instead of just pocketing it. Kim hates rich people... except for herself; that person is a lucid and benevolent matriarch who DESERVES to be managing the money!

[ssahotstuff]

Lie To Me

Characters(aside from the reader)

Aaron Hotchner

Marty Byrde (readers boss)

Wendy Byrde (Marty's wife)

Charlotte & Jonah Byrde (Wendy & Marty's kids)

Ruth Langmore (readers best friend, works for Marty

Darlene Snell (a side character, temporarily has custody of Zeke, which is Mason Young's son. Mason is not a character in this story however he is mentioned once or twice.

Maya Miller (fbi agent, one of the good guys mostly)

Frank Jr. (pre penis shot injury/I'm tweaking his character and giving him a redemption arc. He and Ruth have butted heads in this universe but that's all it ended up being.)

Some Plot & Backstory: This takes place in the Ozarks. The readers boss is Marty Byrde, who launders money for the Navarro Drug Cartel. Hotch is leading an investigation to take Marty down, and the reader has no idea she's going to be stuck in the final cross fire, forced to choose between love and loyalty. The reader has no knowledge or involvement in Marty's crimes (I do change some details to better fit but Marty do be laundering money in this, I just don't go into too much detail)

Warnings: The reader is 24, Hotch is 40 so age gap, cursing, mentions of food, drinking, smut, penetration, unprotected sex, oral m&f receiving, fingering,

Word count: 2.4 k

This is part one! I hope you enjoy it because I've all but thrown my life aside to work on this lmao

You were inclined to believe that everything happened for a reason. So when Marty Byrde was the first person to be nice to you after you moved to the Ozarks, you quickly fell under his wing, and didn't think anything else of it. He gave you a job, running a restaurant and lodge he owned called The Blue Cat, after being in town a month. You quickly built a mutual trust with him when you became his daughters tutor, and your friendship grew from there. You were close to his whole family, but you saw the most of Marty.

You'd met several people now that you could consider friends, one of them being a girl named Ruth Langmore. She was Marty's business partner at a few other places he owned, and she'd quickly become one of your closest friends. The two of you didn't talk much--you had a relationship kind of like you and Marty. After a long day, the three of you would assemble at the Blue Cat and drink a couple of beers, just blowing off steam.

You were closing things up for the night half an hour early because the boats had stopped coming in and things were quiet on the lake. It wasn't until the bell rang signaling someone's arrival that you realized you weren't alone. A man in a black polo shirt stood on the other side of the bar, his stern facial expression making him look more than unapproachable.

"Hey, sorry, I didn't hear you come in."

He didn't bother moving, he just took a look around, standing in place.

"You don't look like Marty Byrde," he said, taking a seat at the bar as you stood in front of him, your bar towel over your shoulder.

"That's because I'm not. I'm Y/n, I run the place for him."

He nodded, scanning the menu before he sat it down, looking to you.

"I'll just take whatever your favorite is," he said finally, pointing to the beer cooler behind you, "You can pick my beer too."

You handed him a bottled beer and decided you'd make him one of your famous inside out burgers. It was something Marty let you put on the menu because people asked for them so often. All of the ingredients were on the inside of the burger, giving you a totally different flavor experience. You brought him his food without explaining what it was and let him take a bite, a satisfied hum escaping his lips when he realized your twist on the normal burger.

"This is what everyone told me to get," he told you, taking a sip of his beer. You cleaned up around him, staying close just in case he had any more questions.

"What did you need with Marty anyway? I can probably get him over here," he shook his head, finishing his bite before he answered you.

"No, it's okay. I'll be seeing him later. What all do you know about him? He a good guy?"

You were confused on why he was asking but you gave him your personal opinion on Marty, telling him how much he'd helped you since you moved there and that you trusted him.

"Why are you asking?" You finally asked him why he was so curious about Marty, but the stranger simply shrugged you off and told you that it wasn't important.

"You seem like a good girl. You sure you want to be involved with a guy like Marty?"

You stopped what you were doing to stare at him, unsure of what he could possibly mean. Marty was harmless--he'd done nothing but good since he moved to town, always trying to help people out.

"What do you mean?"

He looked you up and down, trying to decide what he thought about you. It made you feel exposed--you didn't know him, but he was handsome. You felt insecure under the scrutiny of his gaze, crossing your arms over your chest as you waited on him to say anything.

"You're sweet. Just be careful, okay? I just came into town, so I'm sure I'll see you around. I'm Hotch," he held out his hand and you shook it, wondering what was bringing all the new faces to town. You'd moved there for the scenery and the opportunity; your cousin originally had lined you up a job working at Marty's casino, but he felt you were a better fit at the Blue Cat.

"You may be the most elusive man I've ever met," you chuckled as he tried to pay for his food. You wouldn't let him, since he was the last customer of the night, but he left you a $20 dollar bill anyway and showed himself out. When you finally closed things up for the night, you cracked the top on a beer, waiting for your usual visitors. When Marty showed up, he seemed more tense than usual. He went for the liquor instead of a beer, taking a shot quickly as he joined you behind the counter.

"I need to ask a favor," he looked at you, his face more serious than you'd ever seen it.

"Anything," you told him, and he placed his hand on your shoulder briefly before signing heavily.

"I'm not asking you to lie, but there may be some people that show up asking questions about me."

You went ahead and explained what had happened with Hotch, but he didn't seem too worried about him; he didn't recognize the name. He was however worried about a group of men from Kansas City that may want to know things about him. He warned you that they were dangerous, and that it was best if you didn't know any more than that. He didn't think they'd come to bother you, but he wanted to prepare you just in case.

"What's this about?"

He took another shot before explaining that they were supposed to be his partners in the casino but the Snells had beat them to it. He was worried about the casino, about them showing up to cause trouble there. You hoped Hotch wasn't a bad guy; he hadn't seemed bad at all. In fact, you found yourself wanting to know more about the man that thought you were sweet.

"You're fine, I promise."

Ruth came in and Marty filled her in, since she was working at the casino. She'd already dealt with Frank Jr. once, and she wasn't afraid to do it again. Those were her exact words.

"What's got you all starry eyed?" She looked to you, which made Marty take a closer look at you, a smirk on his lips.

"Yeah, you're awfully smiley."

You shrugged because you weren't sure what to say; the small compliment had made your day, and something about the way he looked at you when he left made you think he didn't exactly want to go.

"It was just a good night," you lied, and neither of them pressed the issue further. You all had your nightly beer and went your separate ways, and when you arrived home, you noticed someone unpacking into the empty house across the street. It was too late to go knocking to find out about them, but their blacked out SUV was nice.

You fell asleep quick, anxious for the day to come, thinking of Hotch, the mystery man.

✨✨✨

It had been a week and you still hadn't caught a glimpse of the new neighbor. You were headed to the Blue Cat for the day, hoping to get a clue about them from the outside of their house. You were still unsure if it was a man or a woman, but you were definitely curious.

The day went by quick, boats coming in like crazy since you'd started a Facebook page and actively promoted it on the vacation sites and got it the traction it deserved. Marty's daughter Charlotte helped wait tables after school, and his son Jonah would often hang out while she worked. She had just walked in and he sat at the bar, working on his computer. You spent a lot of time with the two of them; you were close, like family.

"You haven't stopped smiling since we showed up," Jonah commented, looking up from his computer to look at you.

"Been a good day," you told him, but secretly, Hotch was on your mind. You wondered what he was up to, if you'd see him again.

"You're working a double. Usually you'd be miserable at this point."

You shrugged, knowing if you told Jonah anything, he'd keep it a secret.

"I just... a guy came in the other night," you weren't sure what else to say. Your fixation on him was a strange one that you couldn't explain.

"Different than any other guy that comes in here?"

Charlotte had overhead your conversation and was peeping in to throw in her opinion since you wouldn't come right out and say it.

"She liked him, Jonah!" She whispered excitedly, putting her hands under her chin as she looked at you expectantly.

"Tell me about him," she gushed, and you rolled your eyes, but there was no one else around, so you told her all about him--you left out the part that he was asking about Marty, but you told her how handsome you thought he was. You also told her that he'd said you were sweet. She blushed, grabbing your hand.

"That's so cute! Oh my gosh, you get hit on all the time. Ruth and I have been wondering what your type is," she admitted, your love life a popular topic of conversation among your friends.

"I don't have a type, but if I did, it's him."

You didn't have to wait long to see him, because he walked in about the same time as before, long after Charlotte and Jonah had went home. He sat at the same barstool and asked for the same thing, only this time, Dave, the cook was still around, so he could make it while you talked. You cracked open a beer to drink with him, his eyes crinkling up as he grinned at you.

"Been a good day?"

You nodded, looking at the overflowing tip jar. Charlotte had already counted out her half and it was still full; you'd been making especially good money lately since the weather had started to get warm.

"It's been a great day. It's still warm outside, makes me want to have a fire," you thought about using the pit in your backyard, inviting Ruth to drink there instead of the Blue Cat. You shot her a quick text asking if she wanted to do that instead, leaning against the bar as you talked to him.

"I just moved into a new neighborhood so I'm not sure how my neighbors feel about fire pits," he answered, his suit tailored perfectly for him. You'd liked his polo before, but this look was a good one; you loved his Gucci tie, his gray dress shirt against his black blazer. He looked delicious, and it was hard not to stare.

"My neighbors are really cool. Someone new just moved in, haven't talked to them yet, but the rest of them are nice."

He thought for a minute before asking where you lived. You told him the general area your neighborhood was in before he smirked, and you turned around to get his food, sitting it in front of him.

"You've talked to them more than you realize," he chuckled, and you smiled back at him, baffled that he was your neighbor.

"No way! I almost came by last night to introduce myself but it was late," you tried to multitask, cleaning while he ate.

"You should've. I was just unpacking some stuff. I can't believe you're my neighbor."

It was a pretty wild coincidence, and you couldn't wait to tell Charlotte. Ruth had confirmed she'd be at your house later, so you told Marty too, and he told you to just grab some beer from the freezer there so you didn't have to buy any.

"I won't be around tonight, I'm doing some stuff for work, but I'll see you around, I hope," he said as he tried to pay, doing the same as last time, leaving a generous tip for you instead. You let Dave go home for the night and finished things up, grabbing beer and heading for your house. You had a fire made by the time Marty arrived, taking a seat in a lawn chair as he cracked open a beer.

"Seen anymore of that Hotch guy?"

You were surprised he remembered. You told him that he'd came back tonight, but he hadn't asked about him at all.

"Sounds like he came back to see you," he pointed out, and you were able to avoid his comment because Ruth was showing up.

"Tell me again why you thought a casino in a town of drunks was a good fuckin' idea," she grumbled as she sat down next to you, opening her beer and taking a swig.

"It's where the money is," he said matter of factly, turning back to you.

"What's going on with you? Jonah said you were so cheerful, and that you made like $600 tonight."

Ruth was looking at you too, smirking at you with a wild look in her eye.

"I just like my job," you told him, and he scoffed, pushing you playfully.

"Is it a guy?" Ruth asked suddenly and you felt your cheeks go hot from the fire and the question, turning to look at her.

"I don't know what to say. He's just so handsome, but he's like, way out of my league. He had on a Gucci tie," you frowned, knowing that he was probably into women his own age, women with their lives together, college degrees and homes they owned.

"It's this Hotch guy, isn't it?" Marty said, his tone slightly accusatory.

"Yes," you admitted, and he groaned, rolling his eyes at you.

"Of course it is. Some guy starts asking questions and you fall head over heels for him," he was a bit more teasing now, but you could tell he wasn't quite sure how to feel.

"Like I said, he's out of my league."

Ruth shook her head, grabbing another beer.

"Don't say that. You could have anyone," she countered, and Marty nodded.

"It's true. This guy is not coming to the Blue Cat just for the burgers. He's coming to see you," you decided to tell them what you found out today, just to see how they reacted.

"He lives across the street," you said, and Ruth smiled wide, clinking her beer against yours.

"Well, if that ain't perfect, I don't know what is."

[artemiseamoon]

3 am

Mayans: Kj x Wife! f reader (Kevin Jimenez)

Words: 1,337

Warnings: ⚠️ angst, almost dying, marriage issues, a hit

gif credit to gif owners

💫 Arte releases a draft from the void 💫

Under different circumstances, this would be a beautiful setting. You always loved this cabin and the lush green landscape surrounding it. You and KJ made so many memories here.

This cabin on the lake was a paradise whenever KJ had a break or took some time off work. The two of you would come here and unplug from your lives and the world.

Sitting in front of the fire now, you glance at your phone and stare at the last text he sent you.

On my way

That was today at 6:14pm. Now it's 30 after midnight. It doesn't take long to get from Santo Padre to here; something is wrong.

When you arrived, your first red flag was seeing no one else was there. Why would he tell you to meet him here and not show up?

The first hours of waiting were filled with anger and annoyance. A few times, you contemplated going back home. Plans falling through came with the territory, though it was never on purpose.

A case, his boss, a lead; there were so many times you and KJ had to cancel plans suddenly. But the difference between then and now is the lack of communication. Now, there's nothing, no text, no call, no "I'm so sorry baby."

It's worrisome.

…

Even with the fear something was wrong, you remained upset. Things between you and KJ aren’t good. Though you’ve ridden rocky waves before, this one appears to be the worst. Things got so bad you moved out of your shared home four days ago.

You tried to remain compassionate and understanding. But watching the man you love, the man you married, waste away, become rage-filled, and an asshole all because of his job and inner demons got to be too much. You needed a break and some space.

You were worried about this very thing for years. KJ has had hard jobs in the past, but this one is taking a toll on him.

This current job is eating him alive, you could see it with your own eyes, and most nights, when he did come home, you barely recognized him.

This is his 3rd year under his current assignment of taking down the Galindo Cartel. You love his passion and his desire to make a difference and hate the effect this job is having on him.

You understood KJ couldn't talk to you about most things, it's part of his work, but over the last four months, he's shut you out and become so distant you don't even know how to talk to him anymore. You can see him hurting, but can't help.

KJ tried so hard to not be like his old man, but he’s struggling now and picking up a bunch of old bad habits, including drinking. It's one of the many issues driving you two apart.

With all of this going on, you didn't know what to expect when he asked you to come here. Bad news? A divorce? Was he going to beg for you to come back?

Maybe something went terribly wrong at work and now he needs to leave town? Maybe he was taken off the case due to an outburst, or maybe your life was now in danger too?

You don't know how you made it through the last number of hours. It's nearly 3 am now, and any attempts to contact KJ fail.

"That's it, I'm looking for him."

You head to the bedroom and gather your bag. Yes, you're mad at him, yes he's been a pain in the ass. But you love him and if anything has happened to him, you will scorch the earth to find him and get revenge.

Setting the bag in the hall, you sit on the bench and put your shoes back on. Just as you slide your second boot on, you hear a car in the driveway.

You jump to your feet and rush to a window. You don’t recognize the car. A different kind of panic rushes through your body as you retrieve the pistol from your handbag.

KJ set up the cabin in a specific way. If there ever was an intruder you’d have the vantage point and numerous places to hide. You utilize one of those very spots with the gun in your hands, trying your best to keep your aim steady when the door opens.

Then it comes, his voice.

A wave of relief washes over you as you follow the sound of your name and find KJ standing in the living room.

Letting your head fall back, you let out a huge sigh and drop your shoulders. Uttering a curse under your breath, you click safely back on and place the gun on the nearest surface.

"I almost shot you!"

“Sorry I scared you, baby,” he says softly.

He’s exhausted, it's written all over his face, and he also looks disheveled. With each step closer you take to him, you notice something else. Something harder to read in his brown eyes.

By the time you reach him, KJ pulls you into his arms, holding you close in a tight hug. A moment passes like this, the two of you holding on to each other. Both needed it more than the other knew.

With your head against his chest, KJ starts to speak but stops, seemingly struggling with his words. You rest your palms against his back and look up at him, finding his eyes already on you.

“Are you okay? I was worried….” you study him, “are you injured?”

“I’m okay,” he tries to assure you, you know it's a lie.

KJ softly kisses your forehead and takes you by the hand, guiding you to the couch. His hand is shaky in yours, and you can smell the liquor on his breath.

You start, “KJ - if you were late because you were out drinking - "

“I - I fucked up baby, “ his brown eyes are sad and heavy. “I’ve got a hit out on me. An old contact gave me a heads-up. I had to hide out for a few hours before making the drive. I'm sorry."

“A hit? Who? Galindo?” You move closer to him and hold his hand tighter.

He shakes his head, “not exactly- we don't have a lot of time. I need you to come with me, so I can get you somewhere safe first.”

“Then what, you go dark?”

He nods.

“No, I’m not leaving you. If you need to go under the radar, we do it together.”

Your words surprised him, he was so convinced you were over and done. He didn't even expect you to still have your wedding ring on, “Really?”

“You drive me mad sometimes. But I love you. And if a price is on your head, that means I have one on mine too. Say you vanish, then what? I may have a week, a month, a few months then someone rolls up on me and shoots me to send a message to you? No, fuck that, we disappear together.”

KJ pulls you close and rests his forehead against yours. “Are you sure about this?” He asks again.

“Yes,” you confirm.

He raises your hand to his lips and then kisses it, “you know what you're signing up for?”

“I had an idea when I picked you, I’m not stupid. I knew the stakes were raised by taking this job.”

“I don’t deserve you” he holds your face then kisses you, “I love you. I’m sorry I wasn’t - stronger.”

“Don’t do that, all of this is a lot. We’ll go somewhere else. Start new. I’ll get the old KJ back, yeah?”

He nods, “we need to get the go bags. I have a friend, he's gonna help us get out of Cali, but we need to hurry.”

“You and me. We got this, okay?” You stare deep into his eyes and caress the side of his face.

“You and me.”

KJ forces a smile, kisses you again, then stands. "Let's go."

He needs a hug 😩

Masterlist (Mayans )

I don’t have a lot of Maurice, but find some narcos /Carrillo here

[calliopecalling]

QOTS Rewatch - 2x13 - La Última Hora Mata

We did it! We made it to the end of season 2! My favorite season! It's all downhill from here lmao just kidding, even though it's my favorite season overall (which I'll get into in my season 2 post probably next week sometime) all the best Jeresa is obviously still to come. (Or at least a lot of the best.) Anyway, this episode is the one that finally seems--on the surface, anyway--to answer Queenpin's season-opening command: "If you want to succeed in this business? Someday you will have to choose between survival and your heart." In its last moments, she sails away from Mexico, choosing to leave without Guero, who hasn't shown up at the meet point. But I think her choosing survival over her heart in this season goes way beyond leaving Guero behind. It's in how she turns over Rios to George in episode 1 all the way to how she kills Epifanio in front of Isabela in this finale. But a lot of this season WAS spent on her grappling with her changed relationship with Guero, so her leaving behind this episode was definitely an important and symbolic move, shedding her old self along the way. Luckily for her (and us), even though it got her closer to becoming Queenpin, shedding Guero also gets her closer to herself.

Basic events of the episode:

Teresa has basically everyone coming after her: El Santo for his cash, Big T because she's accused him of stealing her product, and Camila for obvious reasons. She's also burned a bridge with Devon (well, James went ahead and burned that bridge for her).

She barely survives a shoot-out with Big T's gang and gets rescued by El Santo's angel (who also gives her the Moyocoyotzin tattoo), only to be given a deadline of sundown to get the cash, or she'll be dead.

James pays Boaz a visit to try to find Camila and receives an offer to kill Camila and manage all of Dallas for himself as part of the Jimenez Cartel. Of course he rejects said offer and goes to find Camila at Epifanio's instead.

And then he proceeds to rescue Isabela and Kique from where Pedro was holding them hostage, and delivers them to Camila and Epifanio's waiting plane. Camila promises to leave the business and stay in Mexico with her family, and James takes the opportunity to walk away from his job as Camila's lieutenant.

Meanwhile, Guero has, unbeknownst to them, taken Camila and Epifanio hostage, and flies their plane to where Teresa and Pote are waiting.

Teresa tries to negotiate with Camila, using her connection with El Santo as leverage. But Camila refuses. Epifanio tries to kill Teresa because he sees that the power struggle with Teresa is tempting Camila to stay in the business after all, and so Teresa shoots him and kills him to protect herself. Instead of killing Camila in front of her daughter, she takes $10 million from the plane.

Teresa and Pote escape to the port where they leave with King George, leaving Guero behind because he fails to show up.

And Camila and Isabela return home only to be paid a visit by Cortez, pledging his loyalty now to Camila. Oh, and apparently Camila's charges have been dropped. How convenient.

And James, after a brief confrontation with Guero, is in the wind.

You know, it's an eventful episode, but I don't know if I really think it's an interesting episode. The most interesting story, in my opinion, belongs to James. Ever since coming back from Bolivia, James has been dealt one blow after another. He's been sidelined by Camila; sidelined by Teresa; and then got kidnapped and tortured by Cortez. He came back from that ordeal to his work life in turmoil with his boss in prison and his underling suddenly at least his equal. And then Teresa left and became Camila's enemy, and he had to deal with the very uncomfortable problem of having to wrangle his feelings in the context of an incongruous loyalty to Camila. Last episode ended for him in the climax of that tension, when he appeared to shoot at Teresa.

And then this episode he quietly works it all out. He tracks down Camila, proves himself one last time by rescuing Isabela, and then gently cuts ties. Not in a dramatic "I quit!" moment, but in a calm, dignified, "it's time for me to move on" one. It's like the heated moment with Teresa in the train forced him to somehow see things clearly. He doesn't want to be Teresa's enemy. He says to Camila that she doesn't need him now that she's back with her family, but he's gotta know as well as anyone that there's a fat chance she'll actually stay retired, and either way there's probably no scenario in which Camila and/or Epifanio don't try to keep pursuing Teresa at this point. And James has faithfully performed his duties to Camila, including the ultimate displays of loyalty in both going after Teresa and rescuing Isabela. So now he can be free, with his $9 million cut of Devon's payment.

And then there's his confrontation with Guero. I wrote some of this in my tags on this gifset but, this conversation is the only time we actually get to hear from James directly what his true motivations and veiled feelings are, and they're actually pretty revealing. Basically, despite appearances in 2x11 and 2x12 to the contrary, he hasn't been trying to hurt Teresa. In fact, he would never hurt Teresa, like Guero did.

I wanna talk about that "would never" for a minute, because, well, he clearly already has hurt her in some respects. Regardless of what your take is on the tracker situation or the coke switcheroo, Teresa was hurt by at least some of James's direct actions. The mere fact that he put the tracker in Tony's gameboy and let her believe he was just being super thoughtful and kind must have hurt her on some level. I mean, he'd tricked her! Even if his intentions with the tracker were pure (they may well have been) and even if he didn't use the tracker to give up her location to Camila (which I maintain he probably did)--the gift of the gameboy was still deceptive. And switching out the coke definitely hurt her, too. I mean, it would've hurt her dignity, at the very least, but it also directly put her life at risk. Devon could easily have killed her for that, but El Santo definitely would've killed her for not having his payment. Some people are maybe comfortable giving James the benefit of the doubt, that he genuinely was holding her best interest in mind throughout these episodes, but I don't think it's quite that simple.

So how can we interpret his line to Guero, that "I would never hurt her, like you did"? GRAMMAR LESSON TIME! My sincere apologies for doing this. Feel free to skip this paragraph. Really. I'm warning you. OKAY. So "would" is a modal verb. This means that it is used in a conditional mood, to signify a hypothetical action in response to a hypothetical or imagined scenario. In this case, the hypothetical scenario is implied, but not directly stated, so it's a little bit open to interpretation. But the "like you did" makes it almost come across as an "if I were you" statement. Or, more specifically, it's as if he were saying, if she were my girlfriend. Or at the very least, if we hadn't been set up to be enemies like we are. The I would never hurt her is the imagined action (or in this case, non-action) in the imagined scenario that he had a different kind of relationship to her. "I would never hurt her" is not saying, I have never hurt her. It's not saying, I won't ever hurt her. It's saying, I would never hurt her, if. It's hypothetical.

There's one other little detail here. The full line is: "I was 15 feet away from her. I've never missed a target from that distance in my life. And I would never hurt her, like you did." The and is what I want to highlight. It's important because he's not saying, the reason I didn't kill her is that I would never hurt her. He's saying, I didn't kill her. AND, to build on that, I would never hurt her [hypothetical]. I know, it's super subtle, and maybe I'm over-thinking this (*snort* sorry), but to me it's important.

Why is it important? Because it shows that two things can be true: one, that she has been hurt as a consequence of some of his actions, but also, two, that James is telling the truth. He means it when he says he would never hurt her. It's not a lie and it's not even a misinterpretation of the facts. The reason she had to be hurt by him wasn't because he intentionally hurt her, it's because they met and grew a relationship in a particular context, a context that ultimately forced them to be enemies because of circumstances neither of them could control. I genuinely believe James felt that to be true in his core. He couldn't betray Camila any more than he did. Not killing Teresa was the literal most he could do to help her, both in 2x11 and in 2x12, and even that was expressly disobeying Camila's orders. It was going out on a major limb. And ultimately, James left Camila in order to take himself out of the position of being Teresa's enemy, so that the hypothetical I would never hurt her based on a hypothetical reality in which their relationship existed in a different context could become that much closer to the real reality. The one in which the statement will transform from I would never hurt her to I will never hurt her.

Okay. I'm climbing out of the grammar wormhole now. I want to say just a few other things about this episode:

It's noteworthy to me that, even though James is perfectly aware of the Teresa/Camila/Epifanio showdown going on outside the plane, when gunshots go off, he hightails it out of there. Even though he just quit his job 5 minutes ago, that job is QUIT! Lol. He's not going to stick around to try to save Camila. He's like, see ya! You can fend for yourself now!

I loved Teresa's phone call to Guero: "I know you went back to Culiacan because you wanted revenge for what Epifanio's men did to me. That's not your revenge to take. We have to do it my way. But I need your help." YESSSSSSSSS. HOLY SHIT when does a TV show ever articulate this so clearly. And credit where credit's due, Guero falls in line. (Like they all do.)

Pote has a good line, when he's reassuring Teresa that Guero will evade the Federales who are closing in on him and make it to the ship in time: "Don't worry Teresita. He outran me? He can outrun those pendejos."

I love that Teresa may have lost Devon, but she's still got King George ❤️

WHY DOES CAMILA THINK IT IS A GOOD IDEA TO TRUST CORTEZ ALL OF A SUDDEN. THIS IS THE MAN THAT WAS TRYING TO KILL HER LITERALLY TWO EPISODES AGO. DON'T BE AN IDIOT CAMILA. UGH.

I just want to go back one more time to this line, "the heart will kill you faster than a bullet." Here's my Jeresa shipping lens on this and blah blah yeah I know it's too early for this for Teresa BUT when I hear this line, I can't help but think of her confrontation with James in the train in the previous episode. And how painful it was for me lol to watch James turn her down because we all know he actually loves her. OKAY. That's it.

Oh, and also, Queenpin sighting this episode! Another beetle hallucination, when El Santo's angel is taking care of her bullet wound and giving her the Moyocoyotzin tattoo. El Santo says, "What I do, you do not realize now, but you will understand hereafter... The greatest among you must become servants, as I am a servant. To live is to die. And to die is to begin again." Queenpin says, "He's insane. But he's right."

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❛ BLACK JACKET WITH WHITE LETTERS ❜

❚❙ REQUEST BY ANON: Would I be able to request prompt 16 “You're mine. I don't share”. With Hank voight where they go to one of those police events and she works in his unit and they are a couple with her being younger and they dont have to be in police uniform so she wears a really nice dress and as he introduces her and talks to other people he knows, some of the men check her out and try flirt with her and he notices. Could there be a bit of smut if not that's cool to ❤❤

❚❙ HANK VOIGHT MASTERLIST.

❚❙ WORDS: about 3k.

❚❙ Warnings: swearing, unprotected sex.

❚❙ A/N: this writing hasn’t been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I’m sorry about that. If you find a description about body or a word out of place, or something that makes you feel uncomfortable / unrepresented, let me know by a private message and I will change it delighted.

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Fortunately, it's been a quiet day, otherwise, you couldn't deal with a Districts event like the Commanders call them. A meeting that reunites every officer, inspector, detective, and whoever who wears ‘the blue uniform’; including special agents from the FBI. These last ones are the kind of man who pushes you out of your good mood with all that quackery about serving the whole country, the unlimited resources, the missions. Every time you hear a fed talking about how passionate and exciting their jobs are, you just want to punch their faces. Mostly, they're behind a desk while cops like you are protecting the streets of Chicago in the firing line. But, as Burgess and Upton said, it's time to have some fun. And anything else.

Since you don't have to wear that horrible uniform you use at official events, you have chosen a breathtaking black silk dress that fits your anatomy to perfection, falling from your chest, with a spaghetti strap neckline, to your ankles. And a pair of skyscraper highlights on the same color, with the small difference that the heels are tremendously golden. Your back is almost bare, being crossed by four fine strips, knowing it's going to give Hank some trouble. Oh, you're going to have so much fun tonight. You are very sure.

The soft make-up delights your cute, but lethal, outfit on point ready to leave Kim's house accompanied by your friends. You've arranged to meet at the party with the rest of the Unit since your future husband and Antonio needed to be from the start of the event, which means the three of you are going to earn more than some gazes by assisting alone, with no male figures by your sides. As if you need some kind of protection. Men (...).

Stepping out from your car and giving the keys to the parking attendant, who seems he's having a heart attack after watching you walk with so much cockiness and sensuality, you come into the party. The look you exchange with Kim and Hailey as soon as you check the reaction of the assistants, makes you draw a triumphant smile while raising your chin in some kind of greeting. You aren't going to stop now, leading your steps straight to your partners. Ruzek chokes on champagne with his eyes over Burgess, while Hank looks at you over the edge of his glass of bourbon taking a sip.

“You should work like that every day”. Antonio opines welcoming the three of you in his arms.

“I second that, brother”. Jay quickly adds making a toast with his cup of red wine.

“Bet you'd be the one who wouldn't work”. Hailey replies palming his chest, making you giggle.

In the meantime they continue arguing about the dress code, a strong arm gets placed around your lower back to push you somewhat closer, letting his hand fall over your hipbone. You know exactly what it means. Hank isn't the kind of jealous man, who needs to mark his territory like a dog. But you know that sometimes he feels insecure because of the age gap. He trusts you blindly, that's a fact, but he's human; he has fears and you understand it. Putting your left hand on the back of his neck, you caress his scalp almost unnoticeably, tilting your head to leave a gentle kiss on his cheek earning a satisfied grin from him.

“You look really beautiful tonight”. He whispers, watching you sideways as if it's a secret between you two.

“Thank you, Sergeant. I always try to do my best”.

Hank chuckles against his glass about to have a last sip till emptying it. Taking it from his hand, you pull yourself away to go to the bar and ask for two more drinks. You're thirsty and too sober to be a Friday night. Checking some emails on your phone while the bartender serves your order, you can't help but listen to some backtalk about your career. A couple of suited men combed as politicians and wrapped on a strong scent that throws your stomach. You try to ignore them until they're close enough from your position to offer you a hand in a formal greeting.

“Johnson and Derrick. FBI”.

The blonde one looks like a senior official, while the other looks like a newbie. Turning towards both, you come into the forced polite mood to stretch his hand firmly.

“(Y/L/N), Intelligence Unit, gentlemen. A pleasure”.

“The pleasure is ours, detective”.

“Special agent”. You correct him inevitably, even if it sounds arrogant.

“Special agent, of course”. Johnson replies with a nod of his chin. “I've read your file lately. I have no words to describe it. Graduated with excellent grades in Yale, two years in the Army, another undercover in a Cartel… And you also know how to fly a helicopter”.

“If you weren't from the FBI, I could think you've been stalking me like one of your serial killers, sir”. The sarcasm in your tone of voice earns your Unit's attention, very focused on the conversation between the feds and you.

“Who catches a monster without becoming one, right?”

The man introduces a hand under his jacket to offer you his business card. But you don't take it, just looking at it for a second before raising your eyes towards his.

“In your academy shows you to have the big balls to disrespect a Sergeant or a Chief, by trying to steal their officers in front of their faces? Because mine shows us to serve and protect the citizens”.

His gesture changes suddenly in a sight, hearing some chuckles behind you coming from Hailey and Kim. Raising both eyebrows as you don't get any reply back, you just nod before grabbing the two drinks you have asked for when they interrupted you. Coming back to your friends, you can't help but wrinkle your nose in a gesture of disgust earning more giggles from your partners. But it doesn't seem funny for Hank, who you know he's killing them in thousands of ways inside his head.

As the night passes, you notice Agent Johnson's eyes on you with no shame, starting to make you feel uncomfortable. Although you would be delighted to embarrass him in front of everyone, he has had enough from you. But this doesn't end there. Excusing yourself, you step to the terrace almost emptied to have some fresh air, knowing he's going to follow you. Maybe, to insist a little more. He was so interested in recruiting you to miss the chance.

And as you thought, he's that predictable. You don't turn because of his steps coming closer, but because he pretends to clear his throat to claim your attention. Crossing your arms over your chest, you tilt your head to a side feigning curiosity with a forced smile showing up on your lips.

“I would like to apologize for my behavior. In my profession isn't habitual to find agents of your characteristics”.

“For sure, sir. It doesn't matter”.

“You could have an extraordinary career in the FBI”.

“I already have it where I am. I don't need schedules, cheap suits, and an earpiece to succeed”.

“I understand your relationship interferes in your decision, but you do—”.

“I'm sorry, you said what? Did you…? Oh, god, I can't fucking believe it”. You can't help but laugh shaking your head. “I don't have any relationship as soon as I wear my badge, sir. And you are starting to cross a line you don't want to cross. Believe me”.

“Ma'am, don't misunderstand my words, nor my intentions. I just think ma—”.

“Nobody asked you to think, Johnson”.

Raising your eyes over his shoulders, you can see your boyfriend sipping his glass of whisky, joining the talk as he tries to keep calm. You know Hank to perfection. If he wasn't your boss, he would have punched him already.

“If you continue pissing off my agent, we're gonna have a problem”.

The man just nods, alternating his gaze between the two of you. Seems that he has admitted his defeat.

“Beautiful and lethal. You're a son of a bitch with so much luck, Voight. Take care of this diamond. Or she will end up wearing a blue jacket with yellow letters”.

“Uh-huh”. He replies as you continue remaining silent.

Passing your boss away back to the party, leaving you alone, you can't hide the proud smile that turns your gesture into a funnier one. Taking short steps towards him, you steal the glass from his hand to drink from it under his attentive brown eyes.

“Blue isn't my color. Not at all. I'm more into black”. You whisper referring to the jackets you are used to wearing in the Chicago department.

“Hm…”

“Imagine having your badge hanging from your neck all day like a collar. Do I look like a dog? I prefer to have it on my belt. And I'm already used to the disgusting watered coffee we make in the twenty-one”. As you continue giving him more reasons, your forefinger traces a path up from his chest to his nape. “And I have so much fun driving my Dodge all around Chicago”.

“Anything else you wanna add?”

“Hm… no. Actually, not. That's all, sir”. You reply puckering your lips, pulling yourself away some inches with a playful aura wrapping you both.

“Now lemme tell you something here”. Hank says then, leaning over your ear. “You're mine, I don't share”.

His voice and his characteristic raspy voice gives you some chills down your spine bone. Biting your bottom lip unconsciously while he stands up, you know the party is over for you and it's time to go home. Holding your hand and taking back his glass of whisky, you walk inside to say your goodbyes before leaving the fancy place straight to the underground parking. You are not going to lie saying you don't love his dominant mood when the occasion demands it.

As soon as you reach your car, you can notice sideways Hank making sure you're totally alone. He doesn't usually take risks of being seen in public too lovey-dovey, but it's not about it this time and you can't wait for him to go ahead with his intentions. Of course, he doesn't make you wait for too long to push your back to the copilot door, attacking your neck in the meantime his hands grab your hips stealing you a low gasp. Hank makes himself between your legs, urging you to surround his waist with one of them to close the distance that separates you, feeling the need he has to mark his territory, as rarely he shows.

“Take me home”. You almost beg closing your eyes as his teeth are nailed on your most sensitive spot, earning a soft grunt that vibrates your body.

“I'm gonna take you here, sweetheart. Any problem?”

“Hell, no, sergeant”.

“Get in the car. Now”.

You don't complain, taking it as an order when he takes two steps back releasing your body and opening the back door for you. And the next minute passes too fast, rolling up your dress as Hank undoes his belt and unzips his pants. In just a sigh he's deep-buried between your legs. It's the first time you take this kind of risk, almost in public, and the horniness it produces is driving you crazy. With your lips almost touching the others, you moan uninhibited every time his hands on your lower back urge you to keep swinging your hips, sitting on his lap.

The way his eyes memorize every gesture drawn on your face has you breathless. It's a sensation you can't describe. Hank has some kind of power over you that you haven't experienced before, even if you think you're indomitable he always manages to make whatever he wants with you. And you know it. You let him do it. Just like right now, marking his territory with desirous bites and wet kisses all around your exposed throat. The most visible part of your body. He doesn't need to prove anything. He isn't the kind of man who needs to call out any other man who dares to lay his eyes on you. Everybody in this damn city knows you're more than his pupil and they're too scared to say hi, although there's always an exception to the rule. In this case, the FBI agents acting like carrion birds.

The mist clouds the windows, as the heat concentrated on your bodies makes you sweat slightly. Hank takes the control turning you under his body against the seat in a position that puts you to see the stars. Every move of his pelvis is accurate, hitting your g-spot, satisfied with how good his name sounds getting drowned between pleased moans once and again. With every push to your body, his dick is dug deeper through your tight wetness making him grunt into your ear, feeling more delighted than never before. And everything is because of the way you had to reply to that FBI agent in front of everyone, showing him how clear you have your preferences; not only because of your relationship, as Johnson pointed out. But because everybody in Chicago is aware that there's no better boss in law enforcement. There's no better Unit than the Intelligence one from the police department of your hometown.

As your legs get wrapped around his waist to pull him closer, one of his arms surrounds your middle back while his free hand flies straight to your throat. Keeping your eyes closed, the suffocating sensation within your lower belly continues growing with every thrust that steals the air from your lungs and races your heart over its possibilities. You're close. So close that your mind is a total blank, just focused on the way only he can make you feel. So good, so desired, so full of life. He knows it, he takes it in advantage. And he enjoys it more than anything.

“Oh, fuck…” Hank got you almost in tears because of the pleasure, traveling your hands to the back of his neck, nailing your nails there. “God… I'm gonna… Fuck, Hank, don't stop, please… Don't stop”.

“I won't, my love… Not till you give me what I want”.

His voice always plays dirty with your mind. The way he has to drag every syllable on his tongue with that husky voice that puts you to tremble, as he continues burying his hard dick inside you with no mercy, speeding up as soon as he feels your legs clung to his body slightly shaking. Because of the fewer insecurities he has about your relationship, he feels proud whenever he makes you reach that sweet sensation of the orgasm taking control of your anatomy. He doesn't care if he has to use his hands, his tongue… whatever. It's not only about sex between the two of you, of course not. But making you cum screaming out his name is an every-day-goal.

And you don't make him wait for too long, arching your back when a lash of heat hits your spine and the grenade inside your lower belly explodes. Your gasps fill up your car, while he continues fucking you harder than seconds before not showing any compassion to your exhausted body, looking for your lips to devours them desperately. His tongue starts a fight for dominance, winning over yours like every single time, in the meantime his fingers grips tightly your throat. Instinctively, you swing your hips in sync, provoking every move to go deeper among your shaky legs.

Hank can't hold it anymore, digging his cock to the limits of your guts, almost hitting your soul with a last strong lung. His warm seed fills you up completely, keeping pushing his body against yours, pressing both to the seat with his hands now placed on the headrest. It feels like a whole set of fireworks. Your moans complement his delighted growls to perfection.

“Don't move, please”. You beg with a thin voice thread, at the same time he rests his forehead on yours.

The two of you can barely breathe, trying to recover after an intense session of your favorite cardio workout. From nowhere, you can't help but giggle in unison. You can't believe you just fucked inside your car and with the risk of being caught in the act. A sergeant and one of his special agents. Even if it's your free night and you're in an established relationship, he's still your boss.

“I would miss working with you”.

“Huh?”

“If I get the FBI's offer”. You mumble, leaving clumsy kisses all around his face. “You're the best cop Chicago has”.

“You don't have to butter me up for a second round”.

Shaking your head briefly and laughing, you caress his scalp so gently as he sinks his face into your sweaty neck.

“Now you said so… maybe I have the fantasy of being bent over your desk”.

“Maybe?”

“Yeah, just… maybe”.

“Then maybe I could bring you to my office, before going home. There's some paperwork to attend to”.

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Vogel und Jäger

- PART TWO

Summary: After waking up, you realise the realities of the world you've been pulled into. Pairing: Zeke Jaeger x Fem!Reader (mafia AU) Warnings & Content: stabbing, language, angst Word Count: 1.7 k

A/N: make sure to read part one, otherwise this won't make any sense xD there's still a bit of build up going on, but starting with part three we'll be getting some action

You woke up from a restless sleep, crumbs of mascara stuck to your face. God, you needed a shower and a toilet immediately. The club was dead empty from the view upstairs, only a few people cleaning the tables and moping the floor. You stretched your arms and walked to the door, surprised it wasn't locked.

"Ah, miss Y/L/N, good morning! I hope you had a pleasant sleep." Someone startled you and you cleared your voice.

"Hi, who are you?"

"Oh, my apologies, I am Onyankopon." The man smiled and handed you a paper bag. You peekee inside and saw something which resembled clothes and toiletries. You recognised the stag pin in his chest, another of Zeke's employees. "I assume you'd like to clean yourself up. Please follow me."

"I'd love that, thank you." You smiled and followed Onyankopon downstairs. He told you bits and pieces of the Jaeger family overthrowing the police and gaining control of Paradis City, how the Marleyans wanted control over the city's resources and docks, all kinds of information you weren't entirely sure you were supposed to know. He walked you to the backstage, where all the strippersdancers got ready, encouraging you to use whatever you needed for you'd be the star of the club. That didn't help you in any way, instead it was anxiety-inducing, and your toes curled at his affirmation. You quickly took off last night's makeup, brushed your teeth, washed your face and body in a sink and got dressed. The clothes were simple, a long, light blue shirt — clearly a man's — and a pair of leggings. You wondered whom they belonged to, perhaps that grim-looking lady, Yelena. She terrified you with her look that could kill. Your hands hovered over the vanity in the dressing room but decided not to waste any more time and folded your old clothes, placing them in the paper bag.

"I'm ready." You walked out of the room and met with Onyankopon. He smiled and guided you out through the back door. "Hey, Onyankopon, who's Mikasa?"

"Oh, miss Mikasa is our best assassin. She's loyal only to Eren, though, which is an impediment for Zeke... I probably shouldn't have said that." He opened the door of a superb black car and you climbed inside with a sigh. You heard how the mafia was based on trust, and no one trusted you.

Most of the ride was silent, your eyes wandering out the window until Onyankopon parked in front of a huge and heavily guarded mansion. You knew the Jaegers were rich, but this was beyond obscene. You opened the door and Onyankopon scolded you for doing that, but you assured him you were perfectly capable of doing things by yourself. He walked you through the beautiful front garden of the mansion, through the large hallway and into what you assumed to be a living room. Or an office? Whatever that was, it was as big as the dining room of the orphanage.

"Ah, the little bird has arrived! You look splendid in my shirt." Zeke welcomed you and you felt your cheeks warm up at his words. The heat disappeared just as quickly when your eyes met with Yelena's. "Come, sit. I suppose you're hungry."

You nodded, feeling saliva building up in your mouth at the sight of croissants, bagels and all kinds of foods you've never had before. Historia was rich, but even her money wasn't enough to feed so many mouths. Doors swung open and you saw Eren barge in, followed by a few people close behind. He plopped on a couch opposite you, the same inexpensive look on his face.

"Let's get over with this. I've got shit to do."

"Impatient as always." Zeke rolled his eyes. "Y/N, do you swear to obey and serve the Jaeger family?" The question caught you off guard, but you nodded.

"I do."

"There, done." The older Jaeger brother shrugged and Eren clicked his tongue.

"You almost didn't let Mikasa walk out of this room alive because she swore loyalty to me and this is all you do to her? You're getting soft, brother."

The air in the room grew thick, almost impossible to breathe it in. All eyes were on you, and you didn't know if what you felt was shame or fear, or both.

"Very well." Zeke walked behind you and took your left hand, placing it on the coffee table in front of the couch. "Hold that there, will you, love?" He smiled and you slightly relaxed. Until — a sharp pain, followed by electricity and heat shot from your hand, through your arm. A blood-curling scream erupted from your throat, tears falling from the corners of your eyes as you squirmed and thrashed at burning sensation, your hanned pinned to the table with a knife. Blood seeped from the wound and you panicked, no one in that room rushing to your aid. No one blinked, no one felt sorry. "Swear your loyalty to me. To the Jaeger family."

"I swear! Oh, God, I s-swear! Please!" You begged, feeling your temperature falling from your cheeks. Zeke twisted the knife and you fell from the couch, knees hitting the wooden floor.

"Who do you belong to?" He asked, unphased by your whimpers, sobs and yelling, as he let go of the knife that still pierced your flesh.

"T-to you! Make it stop, p-please!"

"Good enough for me. Any objections?" Zeke eyed his little brother.

"Just stitch her hand. She's annoying." Eren clicked his tongue and poured himself a cup of coffee. When Onyankopon pulled the knife out, blood gushed out of the fresh wound and you felt the room spin and your head heavy, vision blurry — you fainted.

A hard slap across your cheek woke you up and you met with Yelena, eyes drifting to your bandaged hand. It was damn painful to move it, and you used your other hand to support your weight, shifting your position on the couch.

"Finally." Eren got up and and handed you a file. You flipped through it and found pictures and information of the men from the club.

"Y/N, this is Armin, our bookkeeper. He'll be paying you after every successful show. And this is Mikasa, she'll train you in self-defence. I suspect you won't need it, but it's better to be safe than sorry." Zeke pushed the glasses with his index finger.

"You stabbed me." You bluntly stated, eyes glued to the bandages.

"It'll heal."

"It'll heal? I'm already in debt, you didn't need to stab me!" You got up and instantly felt a gun to your head. Great.

"Sit." Yelena's voice was brash and commanding. Your brain told you to listen to her, but your instincts told you to provoke her, to taunt her. Teeth gritting, you took a deep breath and lowered yourself down, deciding to do both.

"You're not gonna shoot me without Mr. Jaeger's permission, so don't point your gun at me." A satisfied smirk creeped on your lips — you didn't technically provoke her, just stated the obvious.

"Can I shoot her?"

"No." Zeke enjoyed the show, and unbeknownst to you, he, too, felt somewhat proud of your little snarky remark. "You still have to prove your loyalty. Talk to the band, choose some songs for Friday, Saturday and Sunday. You're free to settle your training hours with Mikasa, and to go wherever you want, but you are not allowed to step foot anywhere outside the centre of Paradis. Last thing I need is some Marleyan kidnapping you and torturing you for information. Or the cops. Dismissed."

"Mr. Jaeger, if I may?" You waited for his nod of approval. "Since I won't be living at the orphanage anymore, where exactly am I going to stay?"

"Ah, yes, of course. Blouse, Springer, come here." Zeke waved his hand. More people, more names.

It slowly dawned to you that the Jaegers had a thorough structure with extremely loyal people, and you'd have to quickly find your place there and earn their trust, lest you died a painful death. A bubbly brown-eyed woman and a cheerful-looking man approached Zeke's desk, and finally you saw someone less serious. Onyankopon was nice and all, but he wasn't exactly a ray of sunshine. These two seemed... fun.

"These are Sasha Blouse and Connie Springer, leaders of the drug cartel. You'll stay with them until you're capable of living by yourself."

The duo smiled at you and you felt genuine warmth from them, making you wonder just how bad the mafia was. They seemed to like working for the Jaeger brothers, but you couldn't judge that just yet.

"Oh, we've already moved your stuff to their place, so there is no need for you to visit Historia. Now go, we've got work to do." Zeke placed a cigarette between his lips before turning his back at you.

You were right, Sasha and Connie were fun people. They talked a lot, and you warmed up to them with a few jokes and puns. Connie handed you a phone containing a few contacts, neither of which were Zeke or Eren— apparently you weren't allowed to speak to them, they would speak to you. Sasha explained how you had to forget your past, and dedicate yourself solely to the family — no relationships, no friends, no acquaintances. You were not permitted to fall in love, which was understandable, considering the circumstances, but hard, considering the inability to control feelings.

"Don't worry about it too much. Zeke and Eren care about their subordinates, as long as you listen." Connie wrapped an arm around your neck. Besides, you're one of the lucky ones. Boss never spares witnesses, so he clearly saw potential in you." Somehow, that didn't make you feel any better, you only felt more weight on your shoulders.

"Yeah, I heard you can sing!" Sasha beamed, clapping her hands. "I can't wait for your first show, I bet it'll be awesome."

"It has to be, otherwise you'll have to come to my funeral." You shook your head, exiting Jaeger Manor. A honk caught your attention and you saw Mikasa impatiently waiting for you in a car. "Any advice before I go?"

"Don't get attached to any of us." Connie sighed.

"But trust that the family will protect you if you're loyal." The woman encouraged you before hugging you. A hug, something you never thought you'd get from a mobster.

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

LIGHT IT UP

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Taking a last look in the mirror, turning on the high-heels, you sigh. You're pretty nervous 'cause finally Nestor is gonna introduce you to his boss, and also his best friend, Miguel. You want to make a good impression and you're not sure about the dress you chose, but you don't have time to change your outfit. So, going downstairs with shaky hands, you find your boyfriend waiting for you at the hall. He looks at you from top to down. Hundred times. You're doubting.

“What? Is that bad?” You ask with trembling voice.

Looking down and moving the skirt, you raise your gaze at him. The golden and sparkle dress is falling on you like a cascade with a pronounced neckline and bare back, with your long and curly hair place on it. You know it was a bad idea dressing something like that, but guessing that being Miguel's birthday the assistant should be ‘important’ people. Nestor doesn't say anything, till you're about to talk.

“You're fuckin' stunning”. He says walking towards you, holding and lifting one of your hand to make you go a full turn. “You're fuckin' beautiful, baby”.

His words makes you smile, leaning closer to kiss him softly. Offering you an arm, and taking it, he guides you to the car opening you the door. Even if he does what he does, when you two are together his attitude changes completely. You have seen him working, more or less, escorting Miguel's wife or his mother, and he looks so serious that sometimes surprises you when he laughs watching some tv-show with you lying on the sofa. 

Placing one hand on your leg, Nestor drives to the luxurious house of the boss Cartel, knowing the road by heart. Some music is playing in the car, trying to focus your mind on the lyrics, so you don't think about Miguel believing you're not enough for his brother.

“He will loves you”. He says, staring at you for a second. “And if he doesn't do, I love you and that's all it matters”.

You nod biting your inner lip, before licking it feeling somewhat relaxed, putting a hand on his nape to leave some caresses. You love him too, since the first moment you met. And your parents do too. They're delighted with Nestor.

Some minutes after, you finally arrive to the house, decorated according to the celebration, with a lot of people reunited at the entrance next to their own cars. Porsche, Maserati, BMW (...). God, you're enjoying the views as the good mechanic you are. It's like if you were a child on a candy store. Your boyfriend parks next to a black Cadillac, walking faster to your door so he can helps you to go out of it. Then he guides you to the front door, being greeted by some men, recognizing them as politician. Shit, your legs are shaking. 

“Brother!” Miguel walks towards you, hugging him and palming his back very lively.

“Are you already drunk, Mikey?” He laughs loud, infesting the older.

“No, not yet!” He shakes his head before turning to you. “Man, you won the lottery or something like, ah? Miguel Galindo, a pleasure”.

The boss Cartel holds your hand, pressing his lips on the back.

“Finally we meet”. He says then.

“Yeah, ahm... (Y/N), a pleasure too. Nestor talks a lot about you”. You reply with a kindly smile on your lips. 

“I hope only good things”.

“I actually told her you're a pain in the ass”.

“My father used to say the same, but here I am!” He laughs. And you're sure he's a little drunk. “Let's have a drink. I'm gonna introduce you to my lovely wife”.

You nod whilst Nestor tangles your fingers with yours, leaving a kiss on your cheek. It isn't that bad as you thought. Till a blonde woman hugs your man so dearly that makes you feel jealous. Just a little. 

“Hi! I'm Emily!” Now, you feel stupid when she hugs you too so happy to meet you. “So you're the one who stole Nestor' heart... I understand him”.

“Yes, more or less”. You chuckles, supporting your temple against his shoulder for a second.

“She's my wife”. Miguel says then, giving her a gently kiss.

“Come with me, it's kinda boring when they talk about business, even if they're not working”. Poisoned words covered by a friendly smile.

The woman grabs your hand, saying ‘bye’ with the other whilst she walks towards the swimming pool outside, having a seat on the garden sofa. Your gaze is traveling all around the place, really surprised about how huge the house is. You're sure you could get lost inside it. Miguel's wife serves you a glass of red wine, offering it with a smile.

“I was lookin' forward to meet you”. She says then.

“Yeah, me too. Nestor talks about you sometimes and I think we're similar”.

“Right? I told him!” You can't help but laugh cheering with both wines.

“It's good to have someone with I can complain about him”. Emily nods and laugh again because of your words.

“Yes... I feel you. Sometimes Miguel drives me crazy and not in the way I would enjoy it”. She says rolling his eyes and rubbing his forearm. “By the way, your dress is amazing. Where did you buy it?”

“Oh, ahm... My mom did it. It's her job”. You answer looking down for a second, before have a sip of the wine. “Don't you... think is ‘too much’? I was nervous about meeting ‘Nestor brother’”.

“What? Oh, no, no. It's perfect. And about my husband, you don't have to worry about. He gives an impression that it really is not”.

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You're not sure how much time has passed by, nor how much wine you have drunk talking with Emily between laughs and complainings, when both men going outside have a seat next to you two.

“Having fun, uh?” Miguel asks with a raised eyebrow.

“Yep”. You nod, looking at your boyfriend with a goofy smile.

“I need to talk' you”. He whispers on your ear, making feel nervous from nowhere. He looks serious and it's not a good omen.

So, leaving your glass on the table and getting up holding his arm, you say goodbye for a few minutes. Crossing the big door to inside, you walk through the assistants worried and thinking that maybe Miguel said something about you. Now, you're about to cry making your own guesses in silence. Going upstairs, Nestor opens the door of a bathroom letting you come in.

“It's... everything ok? I'm sorry if I said som—”.

Before you're allowed to finish the sentence, he kisses you. You breathe heavy surrounding his neck with both arms, while he pushes you to the counter lifting you on.

“You scared me, asshole...” You grumble against his mouth.

“Yea', I know, it was kinda fun...” He laughs raising the skirt of your dress, nailing his hands tightly on your skin, touring your thighs till he finds the waistband of your panties.

“Nestor, they will hear us”. You try to say, with your hands moving faster to unzip the black pants of the suit.

“That's the game, babe. You have to be silent”. You know you can't. Not with him. Your boyfriend knows every weak point of your body, and how to push you to the sky. “Shit... It's 'cause you look so fuckin' hot I can't control myself”.

His lips travel to your neck, biting and sucking your skin being careful to not draw any bruise on it. You know how passionate he can be sometimes, and you always enjoy it, but you're ashamed of thinking that someone could hear you. He doesn't care. Not at all. And he's pretty hard when he spreads your legs to place his body into them.

“Let's see if you can be silent”. Nestor says challenging you with his gaze, pounding you with all his strength.

You're faster, covering your mouth with a hand and closing hard your eyes, containing a loud moan. You wrap his waist with both legs, pushing him deeper hitting your wetness once and again with the same pressure.

“Shit, babe... I love your pussy... It's so fuckin' tight, so fuckin' damp, my love...”. He gasps on your ear, drowning there his own growls.

“It's all yours, papi”. You say then, looking for his lips to sink your tongue between them till you find his.

It's a easy way to drown your moans and your curses, with every stroke making you squirm on his arms. The kiss goes filthy and rampant, heating your whole body and bristling your skin. You love him. So much. And even if sex it's not more important than that, he makes you feel you're in heaven with every hit rubbing your clit. The only thing you expect is that he doesn't ruin your outfit or it's gonna be even more embarrassing.

“Fuc'me harder, Nestor...” You beg almost huffing, knowing that you're close.

Wrapping tightly your legs and pushing him into you when he pounds you, drowning all your moans with your face sink on his neck, your boyfriend takes it as a command. He doesn't stop and he's not gonna do it till make you cum on his hard cock, making him feel proud to please you.

“My baby girl...” He groans chuckling, biting his neck softly as you can keep silent when you hear some steps outside walking closer.

You have to cover your mouth at the exact moment your body find the ecstasy, with his name stuck in your lips. It feels amazing. You kiss him, silencing some sobs of pleasure before he pull himself out, complaining about it.

“Kneel, my love”. He asks you, helping you to go down as he wants.

With a naughty smile on your face and letting him place his hands on your head, you leave a long lick with the toe of your tongue all over his cock, covered by your own taste. He pushes it into your mouth, groaning because of your warm breath wrapping his hardness. Nestor sets the pace, fucking your mouth with his head tilted back slightly. He thrusts your throat, keeping his glans pressing it for a second, before continue hitting it.

“You're like a fuckin' fantasy, holy fuck...” He mutters as he can, trying not to talk loud.

He fills your mouth without expecting, with a soft contained growl whilst you swallow without him asking for it. Your tongue runs all over his size, enjoying every gesture of his face, when he can't handle anything else. Nestor helps you to get up, before clean yourself and getting your clothes well on. He kisses you again more dearly, with his fingers caressing your back so lovely that makes you sigh.

“'Am not gonna do it now, but... wanna know what Mikey said 'bout you?” He asks then, from nowhere interrupting the needy kiss. You're not sure if you want to know it. “That I should marry you”.

Your heart stops for a second, pursing your lips because of the surprise.

“Would you like, uh? I mean, I'm not proposing you. Not now. That should be more special, than do it after fucking you in my boss' bathroom”. You laugh in silence, shaking your head full of lively.

“Yes, I would like”. You answers then, putting his tie on and smoothing the shirt with both hands.

“‘K, I'll keep it in mind”.

[guigz1-coldwar]

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

"High Risks"

Chapter Summary : Bell is forced to work with Adler as a team to infiltrate the nightclub owned by 'Bonnie Blue'.....

To read it on AO3, click here !

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We worked non-stop after we all talked about the new plan we had in mind to deal with that Bonnie Harless and by the odds, the remaining files that were in the last cardbox allowed us to know more about her  : After she has left the MI6 in 1978, she installed herself in West-Berlin, opening the 'Nuit Blanche' almost a year after her arrival in the city. The MI6 didn't know that she has taken a part of their files....all talking about the arms trafficking business and since she has created that nightclub, she had became a big arms dealer, supplying at first the drugs cartels in South America before going big by supplying actual wars.

It was in 1980 that she met Perseus and she proposed her services to him, allowing her to expand her business and making more money. That money allowed her to make the 'Nuit Blanche', one of the most biggest nightclub in West-Berlin. That place was an perfect place to hide since no one will expect something like that, happening in the public eye but even with that, it didn't avoid us to discover all of that and neutralizing her can help us to bring down one of the many operations Perseus is making all around the world.

After we were done with the cardbox as they had nothing left for us, it was time to prepare our new plan to neutralize 'Bonnie Blue' and her business. Thanks to Mason, we decided to pose ourselves as buyers who want to make a deal with her but with that option, this would mean that we couldn't risk to go inside the nightclub in a large group. Only 2 persons were able to go in as the others stay in support and I was one of the two to go in since I volunteered myself but at my big surprise, Adler was the second one that will go inside with me.....

I was going to team up with the very man that fucked with my brains and trying to put a bullet in them and I will have to act with him as we were best friends from Vietnam. I would have liked Park to come but since Bonnie Harless was an ex-MI6 agent, she couldn't come inside with me and the others didn't say anything about the mission, leaving me & Adler to enter the nightclub and deal with Bonnie.

It took us 2 days to plan the mission perfectly because we needed at first to arrange a meeting with Bonnie at her nightclub posing as buyers and surprisely, we were granted that meeting by luck. Sims created for me & Adler fake identities for the mission : he kept Adler as an perfect american as for me, I was his british woman associate since my british accent was more strong than my russian one. Thanks to that, we gained our entrance inside the nightclub and the rest....will be to me & Adler to make.

We were now ready ! 2 days after we decided of our plan, we could finally go through it. I was in a car with Park at my side on the backseat as Sims was at the driving seat and Adler in the front passenger seat. We were parked on a parking lot, hidden from the public with the nightclub at our view. Woods & Mason would have like to came but Adler preferred to keep the suspicions low by not bringing everyone to the mission. Instead, they were keeping the safehouse for the moment.

"Uhm...." I started, peaking my head to look at Adler, not moving at all because my legs were like crushed by his seat "Can you move your seat ?" I asked

"No." He replied in a harsh voice, not doing a simple thing to let my legs be free. He was the only one smoking in the whole car, maybe trying to concentrate himself on the mission.

"You could at least move it a little." I exclaimed, rolling my eyes in annoyance

"You prefer to focus on the mission or talking about my seat ?" He breathed, blowing smoke out of his mouth "You can just move yourself instead of harrasing me." I started to move to put my hands on his seat before Park stopped, putting her own hands on my left arm, gently

"Anyways." She almost said loudly "Do you both remember what you need to do, right ?" I nodded while Adler...did nothing expect from a little groan.

"Go inside, meet 'Bonnie Blue', neutralize her guards and ask her our questions. Then, going out." I told, it was our plan....less detailled because we don't know exactly how things will play out.

"Her guards would likely be the type of peoples to use silenced guns." Sims intervened, his eyes on the nightclub entrance filled with people. "So, if you are cornering her in a isolated place with her guards, there will be no problems for you to come out of the place." He added, adjusting his cap

"I will be communicating with you through your headsets hidden in your ears." Park said, making me sure that my headseat was well positioned in my right ear. "Mainly to update you each time something new is happening." She pointed to me, the material that was between us, allowing her to listen to the place communications and that, thanks to my help.

"So, it's our time to go to work." Adler started to move to open the door at his side. "Keep your eyes open, Sims." He scoffed

"Always on it, doc !" Sims almost laughed before I started to open the door at my side and then, Park put her hand on me again, with a little.

"Good luck, Yirina." She whispered and I smiled, nodding at her before I left the car to be outside....Adler waiting for me, next to the car.

"Come on, we don't have all night." He ordered, throwing his cigarette at his feets and then ordered him to follow to join the nightclub but before entering, we had to stand in line.

Inside of me, it was stressful since this type of place wasn't something I would go everyday and I will be surrounded by a lot of people. I really hope that I will not make a panic attack in the middle of everybody. The last time I was in a big crowded place was at that bar in Moscow but it wasn't so crowded but here, there were a lot of people around us and I was thinking that it was better to not make things go to shit either because of us or because of Bonnie's guards. We have literally just no firepower, just our fists and our brains to fight.

We joined the line next to the club entrance, it was better for me to have keep casual clothes instead to wear a big dress. Me & Adler were wearing clothes that was way differents from the others and for me, I preferred it that way. I was still wearing Park's clothes and it was so nice to have them on me : I had her blue sweat along with one of her blue jeans....I remember these clothes because she was wearing them during our mission in East-Berlin back 3 years ago.....she even gave me a scarf to put around my neck....why not !

"So....Bell..." Adler started, looking at me with an raised eyebrow as we were slowly advancing in line.

"You never opened your ears with Park or something ?" I said, crossing my arms to him, he will never understand.... "I'm not your 'Bell'"

"Think what you want to think." He rolled his eyes behind his glasses "But, we're doing things  my way." He added, poking me a little on my left shoulder

"Yeah but I remember that you're not my boss." I scoffed "Maybe it's time for you to remove that stick from your ass." I added, laughing nervously

"Oh, very funny." He sniffed, almost clapping with his hands "I'm getting a lesson from a soviet."

"Can you just act for normal, for fuck sake, Adler ?" I exclaimed, arriving almost at the club entrance

"I will try." He responded, not very enthusiast "Remember that here, I'm the one in charge." He added as we became the second to last persons before we can enter.

"Profit of it, not gonna be long." I looked away at the car's direction, trying to not desasperate because of his attitude towards me...it's going to be quick....I really hoped to....

"Just don't be suspicious." He ordered me as we were finally facing the guards.

He was the one to speak with the guards in front of the entrance, explaining that we have an meeting with the club's owner. Hopefully, our plan worked as the guards were aware of our arrival, saying to us that 'Bonnie Blue" were waiting for us but that she was taking care of a little issue before she can really meet us in person. The two guards called by one of their radios another guard, tasked to lead us inside the nightclub and to put us somewhere until we are cleared for the meeting.

Just a few seconds after that, the guard in question came, ordering us to follow him inside and we complied to his orders. We finally entered the nightclub, I could see that there were a lot of people in the hallway leading to the dance floor and in me, I was struggling to not panick at all from it. I can't panick right now, it's not the time or the place to do that. I just need to stay focused, calm and determined about the situation, we're acting like normal people for the others and like buyers with Bonnie's men

We arrived in the dance floor area and like in the hallway, a lot of people dancing, talking and drinking. The music in the club were very loud....loud enough to cover the sounds of gunshot from an no silenced weapon, it was something that could help us in case, things go wrong. The guard led us to an empty table away from the public sight but still able to have a look on the big room and left us until he will come back to clear us for the meeting. Now, we were just awaiting with me not stressing out at all.

"You're trembling ?" Adler asked me after 2 minutes of silence after we were left alone as he saw my left hand shaking and I was trying to control it with my other hand.

"Yeah, why I can't do that ?" I said, grinning nervously to him....yeah, I was stressed out.

"We're going to meet a arms dealer and you're getting stressed ?" He raised an eyebrow, his hand on the table

"It's not about meeting her."  I replied, mixed between looking at him and my hand

"So, about what ?" He started, curious "Fearing that you will not get out of here alive ? Fearing to not see your little Park again ? Fearing because of me ?"

"Are you trying to provoke me or...." I cut myself, trying to control my own nerves in front of him "Yeah, you surely want to provoke me." I said, sure of me "Right ?"

"Why are you getting stressed out ?"  He asked, not even answering my question

"Maybe because I'm not used anymore to go to a big crowded place." I answered frankly to him, biting my lips

"Bell is scared of people, now ?" He smirked at me, causing me to lock deadly eyes on him

"I'm not Bell for the second time." I exclaimed, my hands starting to form into fists on the table.

"You're saying that but you can't remove that name from you." He put his right arm along the seat "You're just an russian girl who know too much and running around with memories that isn't even hers." He added

"Maybe." I started, realizing that a part of what he said was right : I was living with his memories in my head and for the first part, it can be seen better as a advantage than something bad.

"You were just someone that could have tell the world what the CIA did to you, there were no chances to let you live by joining the MI6." He admitted, leaning to face me "You are just a product of the CIA."

"Maybe..." I whispered in a low voice "But instead of making your job to the end, you decided to left me in a coma....." I said, more clearly to him "What's got into your head.....the moment you left me to die....the moment you maybe saw me in that bed ?" He was looking around with an worried look, not even focusing on me.

"I don't know." He simply replied, looking at me a little, seeing my face before the guard came back to see us,

"'Bonnie Blue' has finished, she would like to see you." The guard exclaimed as we got up from our seats "Follow me !"

We started to follow that guard as Adler took the lead in front of me. I was able to stabilize myself and not stressing further along the way, trying to think of our mission and how will neutralize Bonnie with just our fists and our heads to think. We crossed the dancefloor until we arrived to a door guarded by two persons, the guard in charge to leading us to Bonnie explained our cases to them, allowing us to pass with the guard. They opened the door and the first thing we saw was stairs going up.

We got up, still following that guard....and getting followed by one of the guards that was keeping the door. When we were up, we arrived in a little waiting room, with some mens on the couch, armed with either MP5 or LC-10, all silenced and apparently, they were waiting for us because at the moment, we stepped inside that room that they got up from their couch to get next to us.....awesome !

Before letting us enter, we had no choice but to get searched by those guys. Spreading our arms and legs to allow them to frisk us more rapidly and clearly for any surprises like an gun or an knife. While they were easy on Adler, it wasn't the case with me as I had the impression that they were taking their time to frisk me....are they staring at my ass ? I looked at the guy in charge to frisk me and I was right....he was taking his time and when he saw me with deadly eyes, he preferred to go faster, not wanting me to kick him in the nuts.

After that 'little accident', we were finally cleared to enter the next room that was Bonnie's office but of course, those same guards decided to accompany us inside. We got inside to discover Bonnie Harless herself, awaiting for us in an couch, smoking an cigarette. She was looking like in her picture we had in the safehouse with some scars near her eyes. Her room had a big view on the dancefloor area and we better watch out for that.

"Ah...my friends." She started, pointing to the other couch "Take a seat." She ordered us and we complied, playing like buyers, keeping a straight face.

"So, you're the mysterious 'Bonnie Blue' ?" Adler first said, getting sit on the couch along with me as two guards got next to it, their guns in front of them.

"Mysterious ? I'm flattered !" Bonnie replied, enthusiast to hear that and nearly laughing.

"Guess we are too, miss Blue." I grinned a little, getting comfy in the couch.

"Please, call me just 'Bonnie Blue." She put her hand on her chest, gesturing to us to present herself. "So, you're the two buyers I have heard ?" She asked

"Exactly !" Adler answered to her "I'm Clark Dewill and she's Jess Blackwell." He added, using his fake name....and my old 'Bell' identity that Sims preferred to use again for me "We're both associates."

"An american boy....and an british girl." She was looking curious at me with wide eyes "Where you're coming from, miss Blackwell ?" I needed now to find something good....find something, Yiri !

"I'm from Reading in the UK." I replied, saying it like that

"I'm also british, you know ?" She looked both of us "Been working for that stupid Crown for years and they were never able to see my full potential." She rolled her eyes and her fists were forming before she stopped herself "Anyway, where are you operating ?"

"Mostly in America." Adler answered "More in the United States and Canada."

"I have an buyer too in the US and I'm wondering what are your plans in those places." She asked, very curious

"We have some plans to disrupt Reagan's goverments by arming...some extremists group and maybe put an end on the 'War on Drugs' the US is making."  Adler added without hesitating a second in his words, something I couldn't have done.

"Like the other buyer...." She smiled at us, almost laughing"Well, if we can have more buyers, it will work better for my employees." She then put her hands on a register that was between our couch and hers "What type of guns you would like ?"

"We can possibly try for british ones..." I suggested but she was making an apologizing face to me

"Ah, I'm sorry, my british guns are going to another buyer who need them to train some of my employees group around the world." She affirmed before looking at Adler.....the buyer, she talked, it was maybe that H.S from the files we got.

"It's better that we go on american ones." Adler said, making a 'friendly tap' on my shoulder "What do you think, Jess ?"He added, in a fake voice

"I'm okay with this." I responded before my ear start to make some noises....my headseat and I could see Adler put his hand to hide his ear where his headset was and I do the same.

"Yirina, Adler, you got a problem !" It was Park voice, alerting us from something bad "Got a communication : your cover has been blowed. Act quickly against her !" Yeah, something bad...and it got worse when a guard arrived in the room.

"Don't you see that I'm in a business talk ?" Bonnie exclaimed to that guy before the man started to walk next to her and at this moment, I realized that this guy was going to give her the infos that we're not buyers.

I looked at Adler, giving him a look to tell that we needed to act quickly and then, I redressed myself on the couch as my eyes were now on the guard that was just next to me. The guard who enter the room started to whisper something  in her right ear, giving us a strange look. I was thinking now, the guard next to me has his MP5 ready to get taken off his hands and he had also an pistol, strapped around his waist. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and then reopened them...ready to act.

In a second, I got up and with my right knee, I striked directly in the chest while I took his pistol in my left hand and with the other, I took the MP5 he had. He started to fall on his back not before I fired a first bullet from the silenced pistol in his direction, hitting him directly in the throat and then I focused back on the others guards. Adler reacted quickly by throwing himself onto the guard that was keeping him as me, I was looking at the others.

They were going to aim at me but I was more faster and with my right hand, I opened fire with the MP5 in their directions : there were two of them behind Bonnie and also the guard who was whispering to her. The first one was hit by two bullets on his head and the second one received 5 bullets from my MP5 but for the guard next to Bonnie, I had to use the stolen pistol to avoid to hit Bonnie.

I shot him right between the eyes and he fall back dead on the couch next to her who was now petriefied to see her guards falling one by one until they were only the three of us remaining in that room. Me & Adler standing up, observing what we have done as Bonnie was looking scared as hell. Adler was aiming her with the pistol he got from the guy he threw himself in.

"Don't fucking move." He said, walking next to her and by the sudden, he decided to shot her in her right kneecap with his gun, causing her to scream before he put his hand on her mouth. "You scream, you're dead !"

"That was unnessesary to...." I was shocked by him, she wasn't going to flee, she was just scared as hell

"Go search her desk, I'm asking the questions." He ordered me brutally, keeping her from screaming freely and I had to comply to his order to search her office. I walked to it as he was keeping her under control.

"Go to hell !" She said as Adler removed his hand from her until I heard the sound of a big slap coming from him. He slapped her with his other hand.

"Not a way to talk with me." He said aiming her. "Not when you're working with Perseus." He gave me a furtive look, more like an threat to me as I put myself to search her office.

"I barely know Perseus." She admitted but Adler thought that she was lying

"Yeah, like every person we have dealt with." He scoffed "Don't bullshit me, who are your buyers ?"

"I don't know." She then start to make noises as Adler put his hand around her neck, trying to strangle her "I only know their initals but...."

"But ?" Adler cut her, letting her free,

"I know who they are by their description : a corrupted politician in the US, a Irakian general and a ex-SAS soldier."

"Harry Stone ?" I proclaimed, having found an document with his name on it. So it was him...H.S....the same one I had in my memory after that operation, she nodded in fear,

"He's the one who is training Perseus soldiers around the world" She affirmed to us "In fact, he's basically the one who is helping me to establish my connections."

"And the others ?" Adler asked

"For them, we only communicate by our initials." She replied in pain with the bullet she has in her leg "They're affiliated with Perseus but he advised us to not get ourselves involved in person."

"So, we only know that in the US, it's a politician and in Irak, it's an general." I said, having found nothing else that could help me to find who those guys were at her desk, I decided to join Adler next to him. "You have nothing else to tell us ?" She shook her head

"Then..." Adler started, aiming her at her head "No loose end !" He added before he shot a bullet that landed right in her head, killing her instantly. He then put the pistol behind his back, under his jacket, keeping his cool as me, I was shocked to see him doing that because....I had a feeling to relive that scene on that cliff at Solovetsky.

"Are you kidding me ?" I almost yelled at him

"What happened ?" I hear Park's voice in my headset

"Adler, he shot Bonnie in the head just because she shook her head." I explained to her in fury, looking at him with eyes that could kill someone.

"I wasn't going to let her live." He tried to defend himself from his actions, making signs that he wasn't guilty at all. "And even, she wouldn't talk further."

"We could have know more if you were acting normal."  I told him, trying to not looking at Bonnie dead body.

"At least, we know more about those buyers and we dealt with her." He then start to walk away, gesturing me to follow him "We're done here, we're leaving without a noise."

I was so angry at him right now but it was better to leave that place that was turned into a warzone. Our guns were certainly silenced but someone will have to come here to check if everything is okay. We decided to take the same door as we entered the room. It was without an risk because we have neutralized every guards that were following us inside that room but we had to keep low and not be suspicious at all when leaving the nightclub.

When we arrived in the dance floor area, I realized from afar that they were 3 guards positioned at each part of the area....looking at us. It was at this moment we realized that we were trapped inside the nightclub, we couldn't leave without having them at our tails as they will make sure that we're not leaving the place.

"Let's go to the bar !" He ordered, making me signs to not look at those guards. We passed through the crowd to arrive near the bar who was empty from people.

"What now ?" I asked him, putting my right arm on the counter.

"We're gonna wait for those guys attentions to go away." He replied but I could see that he wasn't sure of that and as I was looking behind him, the guard were slowly coming towards us.

"You're sure ?" I scoffed at him and he looked behind me.

"Not really actually !" He breathed before he turned around to see the guard behind him, getting closer. He gave me a quick look...a look that I don't like at all,

"What are you thinking ?" I asked but he didn't respond as he looked back to the guard

"You know, it was good for you to let yourself have a great time but...." He then looked back at me, taking a deep breath as the guard put his hand on his right shoulder

"Bell, we have a job to do !"

He was planning this....shit....at hearing this, I started to feel all weird inside of me as I closed my eyes, trying to control myself to not pass out from him. I needed to be angry now but I realized that he did this to make them believe that I was under his control if there were anyone that could have recognized me....maybe a good thinking but not like this. Strangely, for the first time....I was able to control myself from that sentence....and I opened my eyes again, back in control....but not entirely.

I nodded to him briefly and then, I started to play his little mind game he was planning all long with me. I took the guard hand off his shoulder, crushing it causing him to step back from Adler who started to admire the scene doing nothing else. I took a glass of water that was on the counter and then, I smashed it against the counter before I planted the glass foot at the side of his neck.

At this moment, one of the others guards grabbed me by behind, putting his arms around me but with my foots, I put them on the counter and pushed them against me, causing us to fall back on the ground in the middle of the crowd who started to watch the scene and for them, it was just two drunken person fighting. I nudged the guy badly with my elbow in the guts before I got up, grabbing him by the collar....the last guard has took his gun from his jacket and he started to fire at me, causing the crowd to panick as hell before running away.

I was able to use the guy I was holding as a human shield for 3 bullets before I threw the dead guy on the armed guard who lost his balance and find himself against the counter. He shot another bullet but he missed again. I then put my hand on his gun as we started to fight for it and he was slowly losing the advantage before the gun was directly under his chin and then, I pulled the trigger of it, firying more than 3 more bullets in his head, the blood going everywhere behind the bar counter.

"It's okay, Bell." Adler intervened, putting his hand on my shoulder, sounding good for him,

"We have a job to do !"

He said it, causing me to close my eyes to control myself to not passing out....you got this, Yiri ! You got this !......... I then removed myself from the dead guy in shock, realizing the brutality I used to kill those guys...realizing that Adler manipulated me to kill those guys....realizing that he said that key-phrase again. It wasn't me who did this....that....was the 'Winter Soldier' still inside of me....

"Let's get out of here." He ordered and I complied, following him outside, still troubled by what I have done...what he has done to me. When we were outside, I needed to know why.

"Why you did this ?" I asked in anger

"It was the only way for us to get out."  He admitted

"By manipulating me again ?" I exclaimed, clenching my fists "I'm not like this, I'm not an monster."

"And by seeing you, you had this in your veins." He smirked at me, before looking away

"Listen..." I started, looking at him while I cleaned up my jacket with my right hand "Don't do this again because...." I pointed him with my right hand....until I saw some blood on it. I looked down to a bullet hole in the jacket,just next to my right kidney....the armed guard didn't missed me at all, I was ignoring the pain during all these times "Aw shit !" I whispered, looking at my hands and the bloodied hole before I started to lose my balance, feeling so weak now

"Damnit, kid !" Adler grabbed me before I was able to fall on the ground and then, he started to walk with me, he was making the hard step as my legs weren't responding anymore. "Almost got to the car !" He said after he was transporting me throught the street. My vision was troubling itself as I was going to pass out.

"Yirina !" I hear Park voice panicking, getting out of the car.

"She got shot, get her next to her and try to stop the blood." Adler ordered her as he gave me to her and I was now in her arms before she installed me in the car, along with her. "Quick, Sims, she need to be healed fast." He said to Sims who immediately drove off the scene.

"Am I dying ?" I whispered to Park, my voice cracking down by saying it

"No, you will not die !" She almost said loudly as she put her hands on my wound to stabilize it, getting her hands filled with my blood,

"Don't let me die." I started to cry because of it, breathing heavily and trying to not passing out but I saw the blood and I realized that I was going to pass out in that car. I could see Park face as my eyes were going to shut down, looking panicking...scared. She didn't want to lose me....and I don't want to lose her,

"I will never let you down, Yirina !"

[heresathreebee]

Garrote part 3

[Starz Power Diego Jimenez X Jazmine Mann (Black!OC)]

Word Count: 2,700 words

Warning(s): Rated Mature, language, partying, mentions of sex and drugs. Previous Masterlist Next

AN: I am constantly mere clicks away from releasing everything I have at once but I know if I do I will lose momentum for the plot. 

Edit: I. Forgot. The tags again.

@nicke0115 @1zashreena1 @mental-bycatch

The week that followed was heaven and hell. Diego went back to throwing parties nightly, fucking girls coked out of his mind, and in general trying to forgot all about Healy and his pretty bait, but Tommy Eagan was threatening war over a dead partner unless Alicia met his ridiculous demands. Thanks to Tommy's new right hand man, there was an opportunity to gain instead of lose now. All they had to do was wait and see if Dre could pull through. 

There were two new numbers in Diego's phone. One unsaved that sent cryptic messages about their deal, and the other marked as an emoji rather than a name. Jazmine's texts seemed forced– like she was reaching out on behalf of Healy's instructions. So of course Diego elected to simply ignore them both. They were buzzkills anyways. 

Diego was showing something important on his phone to his sister when Jazmine sent another text. 

Remember when you scared off Haagen? I miss that every time I see him. 

On the other end of the line, Jazmine felt pathetic sending the text. Healy hadn't even asked her to write this time, she was just so… bored. She hadn't been sleeping well, pulling double shifts involuntarily since her boss found out she closed the store when her coworker didn't show up. She carried her stress in her shoulders– the tightness in her neck caused her daily migraines and there was a new pinching sensation between her shoulder blades to accompany the rest of her pain. In the shower, she massaged whatever she could reach and thought of Diego's big hands doing it for her. 

She literally shook herself to clear the thought and pelted the shower curtain with water in the process. Diego Jimenez wasn't some faux bad boy with a secret soft side– he was the leader of a cartel. If he hadn't killed people himself, he definitely had people killed for him. He was beyond dangerous to even fantasize about. 

DING-DING. 

Her phone called out to her from the bathroom counter and she realized it was past time to get out. Her fingers were pruned to the point of over-sensitivity and there was a rapidly closing window to apply the leave-in conditioner to the best of its use. Still, she wiped her hands on the towel to read the text. 

Come out and party. Wear something nice. 

Alicia boxed his ear over the last sentence but he brushed her off. Jazmine declined anyways claiming exhaustion and went to bed. There were people to socialize with already– what was the absence of one little minimum wage laborer going to do?  Apparently she was important enough to occupy a corner of Diego's head. He was still bent about the way she had reacted to his identity. Who the hell did she think she was? As they discovered in the ungodly hour after the party ended, she was also important enough to drag Healy out of whatever hole he hid in. 

"Diego, we need to talk." 

Alicia had gone home– Diego expected she would likely never attend another one of her brother's parties as it wasn't her brand of debauchery– and she'd cleared the place out in her disgust, so his penthouse was empty for once. 

"What's the matter," Diego poured himself yet another drink, "am I not being a good boyfriend?" 

"We don't care what you do when you're not operating," Healy reprimanded. "But we need you to cooperate. Be a presence in Jazmine's fake life. You've been established as a rival for her affections, and you need to become an obstacle standing between the bait and the target. Jazmine walks home from work every single morning by herself. I don't know if you noticed it's been pouring buckets for three days straight." 

Healy almost sounded like he was shaming Diego. It wasn't his fault she was poor. She wasn't his real girlfriend and therefore not his real problem. "Please don't make me regret making this deal, Diego. We will never get an opportunity to dismantle Haagen like this again. Need I remind you that you've got a missing child on your hands?" 

Diego glared fiercely over the rim of his cup. Healy smoothed his hands down the front of his shirt and returned to his neutral position as righteous commander. 

"Schedule more time to spend with Jazmine, especially in public spaces. We have it on good authority that Haagen is going to put a detail out to give him updates on Jazmine in the near future, and he needs to see you in these updates." Healy turned on his heel and reached the elevators, stopping them from closing dramatically and fixing Diego with a stare. "And no more ignoring us." 

Jazmine woke up the next morning to one new notification. 

I'm coming over. 

"Oh shit." The woman threw herself out of bed and looked around. This wasn't fair. Cleaning day was a bi monthly ritual where she took a day off to deep clean the entire apartment, blasting music and stepping around her dog to get things done. Hercules wandered into her bedroom looking chipper as ever. "I guess we better get started then, huh?" 

The fucker showed up on her doorstep not ten minutes after she got out of bed– she wasn't even dressed for the day. Her hands nervously tried to cover the broth stain on her jeans as she cleared a space for him to sit and wait while she finished her morning routine. She worried while brushing her teeth that Diego might be a psycho like her last boyfriend. Psycho enough to kick her overly friendly pet, but no sound of yelps filtered through the paper thin walls and when she finally emerged, the pit-bull was settled with her head on his lap. 

Diego turned his head at the sound of a huge sigh. Jazmine was gazing at him but quickly turned when she realized she'd been caught. She began to flit about the room, picking up lost things and piling them up until she could figure out what items went where. He watched, making absolutely no move to help other than keeping the dog out of the way. Hercules– as the tag on her collar read– laid as much in his lap as he would allow. 

"Buena perro," he muttered, and if she still had a tail, she would have wagged it. Growing bored, Diego rose and stalked over to the fridge. "Do you have anything to eat?" 

The white void in the fridge answered for her, but she still called out, "no, it's empty." 

"I'm ordering pizza." 

"What about Chinese?" 

Diego looked at the lonely, days-old Chinese boxes in the fridge and shivered. "I'm getting pizza." She didn't complain. He returned to the couch to do just that. Distractedly, he admired the curve of her spine as she bent over. She wore jeans again and another band shirt, this time it was a baggy Chicago thing. He licked his lips thinking about taking them off her. 

Healy’s meddling had repercussions– mainly that it would made taking girls home harder, or at least less frequent. Diego still felt great suspicion towards this Jazmine, but it didn’t stop his body from wanting her under him. Or over him, on him, riding him… he tried to blink the images out of his head. 

“What kind of dirt does Healy have on you?,” he found himself asking. “My sister and I have been dying to know.” 

Jazmine shrugged, keeping her back to him. “No dirt.” 

“So you’re just helping out of the goodness of your heart?” Pizza arrived in time for her not to answer, and they returned to their positions for further interrogation. “Anything to get that creep Haagen away from you for good? Or are you an agent as well?” 

“No,” she said. She slipped rubber gloves on to begin maintenance on the tower of dishes piled on the side of the sink. She seemed to live alone– there was no reason to have so many dishes. Maybe he had been wrong in his assessment from earlier? Or maybe she was just a hoarder. “To tell you the truth, I’m about as fond of Healy as I am Haagen. I take that back– Healy’s a step up but not by much.” 

“Because you don’t trust him?” 

“I don’t know…” That mountain of plates and glasses seemed to disappear quicker than he expected and she began to scrub out the sink and the cleared counters, grunting with effort as she did so. “I trust I know the kind of man Haagen is, more so than I do with Healy. Partnerships like the one I have with Healy– they’re subject to change, and not always for the better. He’ll always do what’s in his best interest. What’s good for him is good for me.” 

For Now. The implication that she may harbor the same feelings towards Diego was not lost on him. In fact, he stood up from the couch and approached the windows with their blinds down to peek out at the street. There was nothing quite so conspicuous as a black SUV with a mean mugging thug staring back at him. Even his own protection didn’t roll that sloppily. 

Jazmine objected to the windows being opened but Diego insisted. “Need our relationship on display, right? Haagen’s got to know I’m here.” 

She relented quickly and threw her gloves aside, plopping her butt on the couch to rest a moment. The leftovers in the box were room temperature but she hardly seemed to mind. God, he wanted to run his hand up her shirt just to see if she was wearing a bra. They twitched in his lap and he realized there was no way she missed the hunger in his gaze as he did. 

“Did you bring those beers,” she laughed as she noticed the case on the coffee table for the first time. “Can I have one?” 

The beer seemed to quell the tiny tremor in her fingers. She kicked her feet up on the coffee table permitting Diego to do the same. "What the hell are we even doing? Hanging out? What exactly is this accomplishing?" 

Jazmine gave it some thought as she took a pull from her drink. "Putting on a show. We need Haagen to think I'm in love with you, like you're no good but I'm not ready to let you go for something 'better.'" 

"And Haagen is something," Diego put his fingers up like claws, "better." 

"He certainly needs to think he is." She noticed Hercules whining and let her out the door unaccompanied. "We've got his 'gentleman' ego to work with." 

Diego followed her to the window and grasped her hips from behind. She half turned, gazing up at him with a question in her eyes. He leaned into her space to whisper into her ear. 

"Those eyes Healy thinks Haagen sent to watch you? Well they're watching right now, and they're not being subtle about it." 

She doesn't try to look like he expected her to. Instead, she stepped away from him and pointedly crossed her arms. "You don't look very comfortable if you're still wearing that." 

She nodded her head at his coat. 

"So take it off me." 

That startled her. Jazmine's eyebrows lifted, and her feet shuffled when he gave her nothing but a smirk in return. Finally, she did as he suggested. She did not miss the way his hands seemed to brush lightly over her rib cage. These small, fleeting touches that left her breath audible and her stomach warm. He didn't even give her a chance to put the coat on the hangar when he dragged her back against him. 

"What are you doing?" She didn't mean to sound breathless, turning her head to the side and exposing more of her neck at the behest of his pushy nose and allowing him to trail kisses on her skin. 

"Putting on a show," he said against the shell of her ear. 

He felt her stiffen a little against him. The tent on his pants was preventing a lot of important blood from entering his brain, but he was conscience enough to feel how conflicted she was. Diego slipped his hand up her shirt like he wanted, cupping her bare breast and sucking a mark into her neck. She allowed it, but it felt more like compliance than enjoyment. All at once and against the protest of his body, he let her go. He watched her shoulders relax and her hands find a home beneath her armpits. 

Jazmine nodded in answer to a question left unasked. She did grab his hand and pull him away from the window, backwards into the tiny hall separating the front room from the bedroom and bathroom. She dropped his hand as soon as they were out of sight of the window. 

"I appreciate the enthusiasm," she said. "Just hang out for twenty more minutes and you can leave. I'll text you tomorrow and we can makes plans for another 'show.' You can stay in my room while I clean the bathroom." 

Diego sat heavily on her bed. Just as he was about to get comfortable, someone knocked at the front door. Jazmine brushed invisible dirt from her knees as she got up to see who it was. He followed from a distance. The peep hole was almost out of her reach, but she stood on her toes to see outside. Suddenly, the woman looked back at him with wide eyes. It's Haagen, she mouthed. As soon as her head was turned to the task of confronting him, she missed the part where Diego began to undress. 

"Hey!" She flung the door open and yelped when Hercules barreled through her legs to get inside. "You... found my dog!" 

"Indeed," Haagen said, folding his hands over his heart. "I saw this poor creature wandering and I returned him using the address on its collar. I am astounded to learn that he belongs to you." Nice cover story. The man continued, "since you have the day off, I was wondering–" 

Haagen's wondering was cut off by the appearance of a half naked boyfriend. Diego wound his arm around Jazmine and leaned down so he could engulf her clothed nipple with his hot mouth. She gasped, pushing his head away on instinct and he pressed her into his side like a vice. 

"Come back to bed, baby," he purred, then pretended to take notice of Haagen watching in the doorway. "Oh, you're that guy, right? James, Jeff, Jebediah or whatever." 

"Jeremy," the man hissed through his teeth. "Hello Di-e-go." 

"Right right right." An embarrassed Jazmine buried her face into Diego's nude shoulder, acting unconsciously but playing into her role perfectly. "Kinda crazy how I start hearing about you and then all of a sudden you're showing up on my girl's doorstep, isn't it?" 

Haagen made a move to defend himself but Jazmine was quicker. "He found the dog, honey! Jeremy was just bringing her home, he didn't know I lived here." 

"Right," Haagen cleared this throat. 

Diego's smile bordered on a threatening mania-- there were far too many teeth displayed to suggest any sort of friendliness. "Life is so full of strange coincidences…" 

No one missed the way he squeezed Jazmine harder. It sent a message to be sure. Vague enough for Haagen to infer whatever he deemed necessary to the story in his head. It was quite brilliant actually. 

"Well I ought to," Haagen swallowed, "leave you to it then. I'll see you around the shop, then?" 

"Bye–" she barely managed to say before Diego dragged her into the apartment and slammed the door shut. He kept dragging her all the way back to her bedroom, and all the while she protested being treated like a misbehaving child. It wasn't until he'd slammed the door and collected his shirt from the floor that she realized what exactly had transpired. 

"Oh." She brushed the frizzing curls invading her eyes, "oh that was perfect. Healy was right to pick you." 

Diego rolled his shoulders once his shirt was tucked back into place. "Come over tonight. I'll text you my address and we can capitalize on this. Wear something nice." 

She was about to protest his leaving but realized it wouldn't matter. If Haagen expected a fight from the noises he'd heard, he would probably just assume it had ended quickly if he saw Diego storm out alone. He crafted his own version of events. She let the pieces fall where they lie and made arrangements to meet Diego tonight. 

[wonderlustandlost]

i’m not high, i’m on the ground

But does that means he had to act like one?

️ㅤi'm not high, i'm on the ground.

️ㅤLanguage: English.

️ㅤRating: General.

️ㅤArchive Warning:

️ㅤNo Archive Warnings Apply.

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Caesar might be the first son of a rich family. He might be the heir and successor of the family business, he also might probably the drug lord of one of the biggest asian drug cartel.

Caesar think he don't need to be the mighty General Manager or intimidating Drug Lord. He will be Caesar Rudaya only.

Caesar is a playful person, he loves to be funny and friendly to people around him although sometimes he could be a very awkward person too. He gets excited when he talk about something he likes and he's a very weird person you could say.

Sometimes, Caesar doesn't really act like his age. He's reaching his 30s soon but he doesn't care about it and that's the reason why someone need to keep Caesar on track for good. Mikael been doing a good job.

"Sir Caesar. What are you going to do?" Caesar walk out from his house with a comfortable clothing. The sun is up and the skies are really blue that day that made Caesar couldn't stop himself, he need to do something that day. Mikael staring at the guy and following him, worries that Caesar might do something that will cause trouble for himself.

"I want to go bicycling!" Mikael face turn into confusion. He seriously couldn't believe his boss' changing on mood. Caesar look happy though.

"Okay, why?"

"Do i have a reason to do it? It's a good day!" Caesar says with cheerful tone, his eyes caught Dodo, his dog running closer to him from the house, "See? Even Dodo is excited."

Mikael could just sigh, "Okay. Please return in 30 minutes because we need to go to work." Mikael inform and take Caesar bicycle from where it was parked. Caesar doesn't listen, he's busy pats Dodo's head and let the dog licking his face.

"What work though? I'm the boss, can't i be late?" Caesar ask his assistant while he put down his dog and take the bicycle, getting on it.

"Sir, we have meetings with other batch leader. It's been scheduled for weeks and you didn't remember?" Caesar just grinned when Mikael said so and he leave the guy without saying anything. Caesar want to enjoy his morning and no one gonna stop him.

Caesar is just like that. A happy guy with a lot of random moods.

When he was wandering the housing cluster, he greeted mother who were busy gossiping with the veggies seller. Caesar throw them a smile and they gave him a good morning as return. Caesar is quiet famous because how friendly he is around the neighborhood. He also oftenly help his neighbor, doing what he could do. Caesar said that it's just a hobby, beside he don't mind helping people.

Caesar is just easy to love because how good he is.

Caesar know well that he's popular and he keep his manner well around those around him. They said he's a naughty kid who grow up well and Caeaar could only laughs.

"Cas! It's been awhile since you go around like this." Caesar smiles and stop riding his bike when he saw a friend.

"It's a good day so why not!" Caesar answer happily. He glance up to the blue skies above him.

"I mean you've been busy with your job since you take your father responsibilities? Then i guess you do a good job on it?" A pats on Caesar back landed. Caesar can't help but start to think about his job again.

"Well, you could say so! I'm the General Manager of Pillar Signature!" Caesar said proudly, he look like a kid who is too excited about himself.

"That's a good thing! I thought you only gonna be a naughty kid!"

"I grow up! But i'm still the same person. I should go though. My assistant gonna be loud i didn't return now." Caesar grins before he start to ride his bike again to return to his house.

This is the life of Caesar.

****

Sometimes, Caesar wonder how he do all the jobs he's been doing. Sure that he got a lot of confidence run his blood and he know how to handle things. There's a lot of things he don't understand even after years of working because in his life, he need to deal with every possibility in the future that coming to his way.

He must be high all the time. He didn't even believe that he do all these things by himself.

"Sir, we need you to sign this paper."

"Sir Caesar, we need to attend meetings."

"Sir, there's this invitation from your business partner."

When Caesar decided he was ready to carry all the burden, he never thought that the burden will keep on stacking each day, each time. Caesar is never a paper-kind of person and when he also need to deal with reading and signing, he need to get used to it for months and won't stop whining about it. Mikael might had enough of his shit but gladly Caesar could gather himself.

He's not the smartest person of the most dilligent man on the planet that could do all the things perfectly but he have to be. He need to use his brain all the time to it's fullest because his job is to fool people and if he's not smarter than people who is ready to come to his sorry ass then he won't be able to survive on this battle.

People around him do pay big part in his life, he was glad the day his best friend, both Dre and Dean reveal the truth about what they been doing in life. Because it's funny how they're on the same path. It's blessing that you could trust people in this business even though not fully, but Caesar know he could trust his best friend as they already went on the same hell as his own.

Caesar always wonder how his family manage to run this business without getting caught. It's not like they're not completely never slipped but they always manage to escape all the law trying to get them. The law is loose and people like them use it as a tool to keep going. And that's why he need to understand the law or at least have someone who can take care of it for him. Dre, he was glad that he got the guy next to him. Caesar doesn't know how Dre always manage to take care the mess. It's easier for him to send stuff via black market when Dre is the one who is taking care of it.

There's also Dean who is his business really close to him. He's Caesar very own loyal client. At first he didn't believe that Dean run such dirty business with his own hands. Dean said it's not crime because he only help those in need for jobs and easy cash. Dean always find a way to justify his works and that's amaze Caesar because it does makes sense.

Everyday, there's always new things. There's always new challenges but then for Caesar there's always a new way. And that's also how Caesar life goes.

It's never a smooth way, never a flawless life. But he still tries his best to stay living.

Although he is a drug lord, he's really not high and perfectly grounded.

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

❛ CHANGES ❜

with Marcus Alvarez.

Request: Maybe for a Marcus fic it could be his wife dealing with the transition from Mayans to the cartel and becoming friends with Emily and having play dates with their kids and Marcus is just proud of her for taking it so well. Thank you ❣️❣️❣️

BY ANON

Warnings: none.

Word count: exactly 1.2k

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

Gif credits: to the author.

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Having a sip from the glass of red wine, you keep your gaze in the middle of nowhere. You can't stop thinking about your husband taking off his kutte and giving it to Obispo. The club is his life, but the problem in his knees won the battle. He has been very irritated since the doctor told him that he couldn't ride for too many hours as he used to. So, taking the advantage that he has gone to the clubhouse, you left your son with your sister, waiting to have a moment alone. Together.

You have been his anchor since you met him, when you were a mere mechanic who changed the tire of his bike, in a secondary road to Oaktown. Now, and since six years, you live in the surroundings of Santo Padre where the main charter is installed. Practically jumping off from the couch and leaving the glass of wine over the auxiliary table, you walk barefoot to the hall. Marcus is there, placing his black bag over the floor after closing the door. He looks devastated and unhappy, as you have never seen him before. And that, breaks your heart into a thousand pieces. Biting your bottom lip, you lead your steps close to him, raising your right hand to his chest. Caressing it slowly and shortening the distance between both, you hold him between your arms. Just a second after, he starts to cry inconsolable, clinged to your body.

You don't even know what to say, preferring to keep silent, slightly touching the back of his head with your fingertips and leaving some kisses on his temple. Having a deep breath, you cup his cheek in your hands, cleaning his tears and leaning on your tiptoes to reach his lips. A dearly kiss that looks like it calms him a little.

“I will always be by your side, amor mío”. You mutter, showing him that soft smile which he fell in love with many years ago. “And yes, I know that Mayans it's your life, but when one door closes, another one opens. Just… think about the good things that have that new opportunity. You used to complain about not sleeping, about missing my food, about missing your family…”

Maybe these aren't the best words, but you're trying hard to make him feel better.

“At least… I will see you often and… I will spend more time with Marcos”.

“Yeah, we miss our papi”. You nod pursing lips. “And tonight… I'm gonna spoil you. 'Caaause, our overactive son is having a fun night with his auntie, and I prepared you lasagna with five… not four, but five cheese and two bottles of red wine are getting cold in the fridge. And after dinner, we can have a relaxing bath, enjoying the silence of our home”.

“Thank you”. He just whispers, a little bit calmed.

“For taking care of you?”

“For supporting me like you do every single day, bad or good, no matter why”.

“Yeah, I've already earned a place in Heaven”. You chuckle kissing him again.

“Te amo con todo mi corazón”. (I love you with all my heart).

“So do I, papi”.

Stepping out of the black SUV, you have a quick look of the huge mansion in front of you. And you're sure that you have never seen a house so big, clean and good decorated. Closing the door of the car, you walk towards the backseat, to help your three years old to go down. Your husband is looking at you, with that kind of gesture that lets you know how much he is in love with you. Feeling proud of any single thing you do for him, just like now. Making the effort to meet Miguel and Emily, knowing that even if they're not to your liking, you will not complain. But he's aware that Galindo's wife and you will be good friends, being actually so similar because of your intelligence and your maternal instinct. Even if you're braver than her, because of life circumstances.

“Ready, pap—mi amor?” You say lifting up your son between your arms, coming closer to Marcus. “You look pretty good on a suit”.

“Do I?” He laughs, knowing what it means watching you leading your steps to the main door.

“Maybe I will need some advice later”. You whisper, after covering Marcos' ears for a second, making your husband chuckle somewhat relaxed.

Before the mexican can ring the doorbell, his new boss, and old friend, is already opening it to hold him in a gentle hug.

“Marcus, amigo. Mi padre estaría orgulloso de esta nueva alianza”. (Marcus, my friend. My father would be proud of this new alliance).

“Lo sé, Miguel”. (I know, Miguel). He says with a sincere smile on his lips, before turning at you, to place a hand on your lower back over the skirt of your black silk dress. “Mi hermosa e increíble esposa, (Y/N), y mi amado hijo, Marcos”. (My beautiful and amazing wife, and my lovely son).

“Es un placer conoceros al fin”. (It's a pleasure finally meeting you two). The younger man is directed to you, taking your free hand to kiss the back of it. “Come in. Come in, please”.

Even if you're the most curious woman in the world, you're trying to not look like that, keeping your gaze on close things and not traveling it around your position.

“Marcus!” A high-pitched voice from a blonde woman coming, pushes you out from your thoughts, guessing she must be Miguel's wife.

Watching Emily hug your man so dearly, makes you know that you will really be friends. She looks like a family person, just like you. One of those who enjoy a peaceful Sunday lying on the sofa with her husband and her son, maybe watching some TV show. But you're not really sure if Miguel is into this kind of plan. You're lucky that your husband is.

“Hi!” She says to you then. “Look at you, boy! You should be Marcos, right?”

Your son hides ashamed his face into your neck, making you all laugh softly, leaving a kiss on his head.

“Sorry, sometimes he's… like that”. You say, caressing his back as he clings his hands on your nape. “Marcos, say ‘hi’ to Emily”.

He just smiles with his wrinkled nose, closing his eyes.

“I'm (Y/N)”. You say then, offering her your right hand, waiting to be shaked in a formal salute. Even if it's not your style. But the woman shakes her head laughing, before hugging you. “Ah, sorry… I'm not used to…”

“It's okay”. She says, so kind that you already like her. “Do you want some coffee? We have peach juice for Marcos, if he wants too”.

“Eh, baby, you heard that? Your favorite”. You say, seeing him raises up his head nodding.

“Good, we have some… things to talk about them”. Your husband adds then, palming Miguel's back, before leaning towards you to kiss your forehead and his son's.

“Yeah, enjoy your business”. You tease him, pocking his nose. “We're gonna do funnier things”.

“I'm pretty sure about that”. Emily laughs, knowing what you are talking about.

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