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deltaruneposts · 11 hours
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Berdly gains additional dialogue if you watch the hospital cutscene in Chapter 1's epilogue.
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arrgh-whatever · 3 months
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aoiro03 · 11 months
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二人はもっとルディの気持ち考えろよ
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qsfocus · 6 months
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zombyaru · 10 months
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Bayardo and his dog 🐶🐾
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spectacledraws · 2 years
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hospital
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fernpellerin · 2 years
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yellow and sadness go together
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captianprices40thson · 5 months
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Just read you're other story, it was awesome. Can you write one with male reader being married to graves and ale and rudy flirting with m/n, but every time m/n is like I'm married but never tells hes married to graves. And one day they are making out on the couch and ale and rudy walk in and are like " NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO WHY HIM OF ALL PEOPLE. " and " THAT SHOULD BE ME. "
Do you have a man? I don’t see a ring on your finger
Word count: 2.3k
Requested: Yes
Warnings: Graves (jk) None really. A lot of fluff, Los Vaqueros and Graves have beef, Alejandro complains about white people (as he should), 
Notes: Wrote the vast majority of this in class while listening to IT GIRL. You know this is gonna be good. And yes, if you've submitted a request the last three days after I posted my last fic, I’ve started to work on it. Gotten a lot more than I’ve expected so I’m trying my best lol. And Anon, if you want me to rewrite this or make something different, please just ask me to, I really don't mind. I'm not too proud of this one, but I hope I've satisfied you.
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(Takes place before the Graves betrayal. Reader is not part of the 141, Shadows or Los Vaqueros, but a secret fourth thing.)
“Come on, Guapo. You’re bluffing.” Alejandro smirked, crossing his arms as he spoke. You chuckled, leaning back against the truck that Rudy was loading up. This wasn’t the first time he had accused you of lying about your relationship status. If you had a dollar for each time, you’d have enough to have another wedding.
“I’m telling you, Alejandro. I’m a married man. How many more times do I have to tell you?” You confirmed for the millionth time, a stupid grin on your face. Truth be told, you didn’t half mind their flirting, it made you feel better about yourself knowing that you still got it. The fact that they refused to believe that you were married, it was sort of funny.
“I don’t see a ring.” Rudy added in after he loaded the final bag onto the truck, a know-it-all look on his face as he walked up to you too. You rolled your eyes, refusing to move from your position because you thought you looked too cool not to. “No one wears rings during active duty, Rodolfo. You see Soap and Ghost wearing theirs?” You spoke back, pushing yourself off your spot on the car for two reasons. Them being, you thought it would be cooler and Rudy was moving to open the door your foot was suffocating.
“No, Ghost wears his ring around his neck. Also I’m pretty sure Soap lost his.” Alejandro commented, making eye contact with you. It wasn’t for long because you immediately closed your eyes as you scoffed.
“Well, that’s Soap for you. I guess I just prefer to not wear mine.” You reasoned, looking over to Rudy, to Alejandro and then over to a whistle that just sounded American. That always made you smile, seeing Graves whistle his Shadows like they were dogs.
“Oh great, it’s the gringo.” Alejandro hissed, causing you to turn your head and shake it a bit.
“Hey.” You scolded him like he was a child and had just said he hated something, which was kind of true. Los Vaqueros had a sort of special hatred for Graves, perhaps it was because he was the most American man you’d ever meet, perhaps it was because he was just kind of an asshole. You’ve been trying to get them to get along, but so far it would only work on Rudy. He was the kinder of the two, it was clear.
“Alejandro. We talked about this.” Rudy chimed in, causing Alejandro to hold out his arms in disbelief. He dropped them to his sides and pointed over to Graves.
“Is it my fault he’s so white? I’m literally being blinded every time I look over at him!” He protested, causing you to chuckle a little. Rudy didn’t let himself smile, although he was internally.
“I know. It is very painful to look at him.” Rudy nodded, placing a hand on Alejandro’s shoulder and shaking his head like he was sympathising with Alejandro after he had been shot or something, not like he was complaining about white people. A valid complaint in most people’s eyes.
“I don’t even say it to any of the 141.” The taller man whisper-shouted, searching for sympathy from you. You smiled, shaking your head as you walked over to him and placed a hand on his other shoulder so you were now one big line.
“Oh yes, you’re very strong, Ale.” You patronised him, talking down to him like he was a toddler. Before he had time to punch you, Graves walked over. Sorry, not walking, strided like the sassy man he is.
“Alright gentlemen. Let’s get this show on the road. You coming with me, Y/N?” Graves smiled, looking over to you. Both Alejandro and Rudy looked over to you, knowing that you always travelled with Graves when you went to go do something. Not belonging to any of their groups, you preferred to travel with your husband.
“Ye-”
“Actually, Y/N will be travelling with us for this mission, Graves. He’s been with you every other time.” Alejandro butted in, placing his arm in front of you like you were going to run off to the man at any minute if he didn’t step in.
“You can’t just decide where he does and doesn’t go, compadre.” Graves tried to argue, but you gave him a look to say it was fine. He nodded, making a little symbol with his hands to tell you that you were to make it up to him later. You had created a lot of those symbols, knowing that it would be hard to communicate all your incredibly affectionate thoughts for one another.
Graves walked away and the three of you turned to the car. Rudy tossed the keys around in his hands, indicating you were to sit in the back because of course Alejandro always had to take shotgun if Rudy was driving.
“Who used this truck last?” Alejandro asked as he opened the passenger’s seat door, sitting down while you buckled in and Rudy turned the keys.
“Uh, It was you last, right Y/N?” Rudy asked, turning back to you. You gave them a thumbs up, your mind replaying why exactly you had used the truck last time. Makeout sessions were not easy to go on base, and the trucks had tinted windows.
“Wait what the…who the fuck did you have in here? W-Why is the seat back like that?” Rudy asked as leant back in the seat only to realise just how far back it was positioned. The taller man held the lever that would pull the seat back up for Rudy and before you could deny anything, Alejandro had something to ask..
“AND WHY DOES THIS CAR SMELL LIKE JAPANESE CHERRY BLOSSOM? WHO THE FUCK DID YOU HAVE IN HERE?” He yelled, causing Rudy to laugh to himself at seeing your guilty face.
“THAT'S JUST HOW I LIKE TO DRIVE!” You lied, trying to come up with an excuse for why the truck was like this. You were sure they didn’t believe you, but they didn’t say anything about it for a moment.
“Sureee, we believe you, love.” Rudy smiled, starting up the car and beginning to lead the rest of the group to the relocation point. You looked over at your hand in the backseat, wondering why you had chosen not to wear your wedding ring. Sure, it was impractical as hell to have on the field, but you could easily attach it to something else, like a necklace. 
“What’re you thinking about, carino? Tryna make up a personality for your fake husband?” Alejandro asked, looking back at you from his chair. You frowned, like a full on cartoon downturned face.
“He isn’t fake, forehead. And what I’m thinking of is none of your business.”
“Oh I get it. It was sexual. You were totally thinking about Rudy and I.” “Don’t drag me into this Ale.”
“You helped me dig this hole, Rudy. You’re coming in with me.”
“Why do you make everything about sex?”
“Why do you not?”
“I’m a human that respects everyone around me, Alejandro. You don't…” You decided to tune them out, it was just the same bickering every time that somehow got you roped up in it. You’d heard it all before. They’d argue about something or other and eventually they’d make up when you forced them to, which made them want to flirt with you even more. You didn’t mind the flirting…it just got a bit tiring sometimes.
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“Hey baby.” Graves smiled as you entered the small section of the base that was dedicated to the shadows while they stayed for the time being. You smiled, walking up to him and embracing the American man in your tired arms, just wanting to hold him.
“Hey Graves.” You mumbled into his shoulder, your voice being muffled by the fabric of his shirt. It was one of your favourites, a dark blue that suited him well. Graves reached a hand up, holding the back of your head and slowly swaying from side to side.
“How were your little cowboy friends? Better drivers than me?” Graves asked, making you groan, remembering how they were flirting with you all trip. The American chuckled at your response, continuing to hold you close.
“They just can’t seem to understand that I’m married. They think it’s impossible…I don’t know whether or not it’s a compliment and at this point, I don’t care.” You groaned, lifting your head up to meet his eyes. His smile, no matter how much of an asshole he was being, was always kind to you.
“Aww, baby.” Graves frowned, holding your face in his hands. You smiled and placed both your hands on his waist, both of you leaning forward to kiss. The two of you had missed the touch that you never seemed to get, this was a rare time.
You both went down to the couch, Graves on top of you as you made out. He moved one of his hands to hold you from the back and you put another in his hair, holding the platinum blonde locks as your passion rose to the surface.
“What the fuck?!” The accented yell caused you and Graves to pull apart and look where it came from. A very very shocked Alejandro and Rudy stood in the doorway, both caught off guard by the situation.
“W-What are you two doing here?” You asked as Graves pushed himself off of you so you could speak to the two men. They never visited this part of the base on purpose, avoiding Graves and his shadows like the plague.
“What are you doing here?” Alejandro retorted, pointing to the two of you with a confused look on his face.
“I’d say its pretty obvious what my husband is doing here.” Graves butted in, pointing to you with his thumb, causing both Alejandro and Rudy’s jaws to drop. You almost let out a laugh, instead choosing to hide your reaction and just look at them blankly.
“W-What did you say?” Rudy questioned Graves, looking over at him and then back to you. It was like he couldn’t believe that someone as sweet and kind as you…was married to Phillip Graves.
“Y/N is my husband. He wasn’t lying about being married, y’know?” Graves smiled a stupid shit eating grin at the two men’s reactions. They both looked over at him, then back to you seemingly in unison. You could only lift up your hands a bit and give a ‘sorry smile’ to them. 
“B-But if not us…why him?” “COME ON, Y/N. YOU CAN DO SO MUCH BETTER!” Alejandro added in, more fond of shouting than Rudy would ever be. You made eye contact with Graves while they yelled, trying to figure out why he was the one you were romantically interested in,
“D-Do you just have a thing for Americans?”
“Is he lying to you about how good of a person he is?”
“What type of car does he drive?” 'HE'S THE WORST, ARE YOU KIDDING ME?"
“Fuckin white people, taking everything anyone else wants.”  "WHY HIM OF ALL PEOPLE?"
While the two Mexican men started rambling and guessing why you would be with Graves and not them, you and Graves decided to share another kiss while they argued, effectively shutting them both up.
“You two,” You started as now you finally had their attention. “We’re with each other because we love each other…simple.” You smiled, watching them take in the fact that you actually might just love Graves.
There was a silence while they processed that, a deafening silence and if anyone came past the room, they’d assume there was no life in there. It stayed for a minute before Alejandro spoke up.
“This isn’t over, white boy.” He vaguely threatened, making ‘watching you’ hand gestures and walking out of the room backwards, maintaining eye contact with Graves the whole time. 
“What he said.” Rudy added on, quickly walking after him, just keeping his head forward. When Alejandro bumped into the wall while trying to exit, Rudy grabbed his shoulder and they both muttered something to one another, Alejandro rubbing his head as he left.
“Were they high? What was that?” Graves asked, completely confused on what just went down. You didn’t know whether to defend them or not, because to be honest, you thought they were as well.
“I have no clue…” You whispered, turning back to Graves and laying back down on the couch in the position you were in before. The blonde saw this and smiled, laying down back on top of you, not kissing you, just laying there.
“We can deal with them later.” He whispered, closing his eyes and just laying there with you. You smiled, placing your hand in his hair and mentally preparing yourself for whatever the dynamic duo were going to try next. You had no idea what it was going to be, but you just hoped they wouldn’t resort to trying to kill Graves. But, there was no saying what those men would stoop to to win your affection.
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denziezwhattfuck · 1 year
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M!Reader with his shirt off infront of 141 and Los Vaqueros
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You wanted to eat something, your stomache rumbled, It was morning and you felt hungry, you were laying down on your bed with a shirt off thats what you usually do at night sleep with no shirt off you felt It was nice. You got up stretching yourself out watching the floor for like minutes, wore your slippers as you walked out of your quarters. You were scratching your head yawning getting something to eat from the fridge, the team had gone to a morning jog altogether early in the morning you'd join sometimes but sometimes you wont since you dont feel joggingg. They'd usually go hours jogging from outside the base and sometimes they'd come back 10 or 11 AM, you didnt mind though, you were being lazy didnt really bother putting on clothing, then you heard a door open, they finally arrived sweaty wiping the sweat off their face with a towel, you shrugged It off and continued on getting food for you to eat, Ghost was the first to see you as he heard something from the kitchen went to go check and saw you shirtless, "(Y/N)?" You turned to look at Ghost with a towel around his neck, you hummed while grabbing spoon full of cereal then shoving It in your mouth, Ghost was blushing behind his mask seeing your gorgeous body in display, those curves he admired, the rest of the team went Ghost, as they went beside him they saw you peacefully eating cereal with your whole body for them to see, Konig covered his eyes blushing madly behind his mask just by a glace of your body, Price looked from the side blushing, Soap had his eyes on your body the whole time blushing furiously, Graves covered his mouth with his hands blushing, Alejandro was standing still looking around trying hard not to get distracted by your structure, Rudy who covered his whole face covering the biggest blush on his face, Ghost who stood there smirking behind his mask, your eyes looked at as you saw your team stood infront confused on why they had their faces red, "Are you guys okay?" You questioned, "Y-yeah were fine dont worry.." Rudy said as he didnt show his face to you scratching his head whilst looking down on the floor, Konig nodded rapidly, "Did you forget to put a shirt on or.." Soap asked still blushing madly from the site, "Oh, I was just lazy putting a shirt on plus I was really hungry so I immediately went outside to get some food." You smiled continuing on eating, the team felt It was unreal to see your body It was too edible, Price went to go grab one of his tshirt's putting It on the table still looking at the sides, "Put a shirt on soldier.." You noticed that shirt he'd given to you was his and had a clichè line on It, you nodded as you stopped eating cereal a bit putting his shirt on, It felt oversized but you didnt mind as It felt comfortable, "Thanks, Captain." You winked and chuckled.
"You cant see what you're making us feel.."
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Quite enjoyed writing this sorry If I got something wrong in detail on here :))
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wolfpai999 · 6 months
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Killer Klowns from Outer Space?! 💫🤡 Love these guys!
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engl1sh-muffins · 2 months
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Rudy :3
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confused-wanderer · 9 months
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Ghost is slipping.
He remembers the first time it started:
Fresh out of a hundred hour mission where the man barely slept and was sitting next to Captain Price.
Simon was sitting in attention, with his back straight, mind waiting for the violent outburst to happen from anyone at anytime.
And so he waits, and waits, and waits.
He doesn’t even remember everything going black, simply feels something stiffen under his head before slowly relaxing and murmurs of something far far away from where he wants to be.
When he wakes up, there’s a blanket around him. He’s back on base somehow, resting on the couch.
It sets him on edge, trying to figure out what happened, if he was drugged, before seeing Price walk out the door, massaging his shoulder.
None of them say anything.
And then it happened again.
Taskforce 141 had become safe before he even knew it.
Gaz startled the man when he’d gone to make something at 3 in the morning.
Gaz had gotten the drop on him. And what was more concerning was Ghost hadn’t even thought twice about bringing a weapon when he left his room.
And then again.
Alejandro invites them all out for drinks, and he obliges. They all go out, with laughter and stories, and it’s only when they’ve left that Ghost realise he wasn’t gravitating towards the seat nearest to the exit in the bar.
Or when the team was exhausted after a mission and collapsed on the floor, Ghost didn’t flinch when Johnnys head fell on his shoulder, or Gaz’s legs tangled up with his while his head lay on the Scot.
He doesn’t even mind when his head comes to rest atop the Mohawk and he hears heavy footsteps- Price.
Didn’t even open his eyes when he felt Price stop in front of them, and heard the sound of a camera before he drifted off.
Ghost was slipping, bringing back more of Simon that both of them knew existed.
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arrgh-whatever · 3 months
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red-pencil · 9 months
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Goodbye Rudy Tuesday!
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minoment · 10 months
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I just need to speak, cuz I have ✨thoughts✨ about Mr. O'Hara. More like, I wanna bite his ass, there was NO REASON for it to be so WELL-SCULPTED I will behave like a starved man I just need one bite pls I am thorsty and I haven't even seen the movie
NO BC EVERYONE IS TALKING ABOUT HIS ASS (rightfully so)
His tits though?? Salivating-
Tbh everyone is like.. spidey-obsessed, changing their themes to him and everything. I'm too lazy personally but I understand the hype cus..
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LOOK AT HIM- THE SWAGGER-
SOMETHING ABOUT LATINO OR ITALIAN MEN JUST MAKE ME SO FERAL THOUGH..
I'm looking at Alejandro Vargas, Rudy Parra, Namor, Miguel O'Hara..
(please send requests for them im begging, especially Namor and Miguel)
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