#vargas family

[paperuniverse]

Rome loved him!! Rome didn’t forget about him and did leave him things! He!! Loved!!! Him!!!

[numberonegiverwitch]

Has this too been done yet??

It's like 3am and I'm still high on modern warfare 2 content 🤪

[luxthestrange]

TWST Incorrect quotes#601 YES!!!

Guys Imagen Crowley fired us from being his ...basically assistant, unpaid intern,school therapist...etc cuz he got sentimental about having his possibly bad childhood with his own father...but then saw he was better than him and wanted You, Grim and the other yuu's to return to him...specifically you and grim-

Crowley:-I spent last night thinking about this, and I'm a pretty good dad.

Grim: Yeah, Granpa Trein the one with the drinking problem.

Trein*Holding Lucius and chuckles*The problem is I don't have a drink in my hand~

Crowley: The point is, you guys don't have a hard life, you know? You just goof around! And you should be goofing around here at home, with us~

Yuuken: Dad, we've moved on, We got other jobs...In RSA

Crowley: What?!

Yuuka: We're working boys now! Deal with it!

Vargas*Looking at you and Yuuka* You're a boys?

F!Yuu: Yes!

Crowley: No

Yuuka: Yes, We are!

Crowley: No, They're not-

Yuuka & F!Yuu: Tell that to our penises!?!

[sysig]

Hi! I'm here for the requestober. Could you draw Handplates!Gaster and Scriabin interacting? Not in any specific way, whatever you think is fine ❤️

Day 9 - Also stop following me

[here-but-forgotten]

i couldn’t sleep last night. or the last 3. have a drabble for that.

alejandro vargas / reader | fluff | ~400 words.

“Alej?”

Nothing.

“Alejandro?”

“¿Que?” He responds, heavy with sleep.

“I can’t sleep.”

Alej grumbles, adjusting to lay on his back, not yet looking at you.

“What do you want me to about it?” He asks dryly.

“Help me,” You pout, hugging his arm to you, earning a subconscious little smile.

“Do you want me to give you tequila?”

“Alejandro Vargas.”

His full smile finally breaks through, eyes meeting yours with a twinkle of the moonlight that snuck in to watch.

“I can put honey in it.”

“I don’t want your dad’s cough syrup.”

Alej chuckles, moving his arm from his grasp, pulling you to rest your head on his chest. His hand resting on your upper arm, rubbing circles into your skin thoughtlessly, his grip sure and comforting.

“I could put lemon in it.” He continues with an obvious smile.

“I’m going to tell on you.”

“To who?”

“Rudy.”

Alejandro lightly laughs, entertaining you,

“What are you going to tell him?”

“I’m going to tell him my husband bullies his precious wife.”

“Yeah?”

“And that his precious wife can’t sleep.”

His arm pulls you up, capturing your lips with your own; almost too warm, almost too much, his beard that would be neglected till the next morning scratching your face in the process. His other hand wraps around to grip your hip, pulling you on top of him, your legs falling between his own, hips against hips as you tilted your head with the movement, his tongue lazily moving across your bottom lip, leaving your mouth wet as he pulls back.

“I’m just a cruel husband huh?” He teases against your mouth, peppering kisses across your cheek to your ear, leading you to rest your head against his shoulder.

“Well, I think I could redact a few statements,” You murmur, snuggling up to him as he adjusts the bedding, pulling it over your shoulders, his hand resting on your shoulder. The warmth spreads through you in sweet waves, melting you against his body. His chest lowly rising and falling, rocking you to lull your thoughts into nothing important. His free hand trails down your back, holding you at the small of your back.

“Tell me if you need anything,” Alejandro murmurs, sleep filling his voice, his chest vibrating against your face. You nod, unable to pull your body out of the warm lull he was pulling you into. The thick cotton warmth pulling you down, pulling you into the night.

[saturncodedstarlette]

Alejandro, being the passionate man that he is : At your request, Mi alma, I would rip out my eyes! At your command, Mi vida, I would crawl on my belly through hot coals and broken glass! ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

Y/N, sits there with a knowingly smirks that he might do all those things : Why wait? 😏❤️‍🔥

[shyravenns]

as much as I love Alejandro and Rudy's connection with 141, you cannot tell me that those two haven't taken every member of los vaqueros underneath their wing at some point.

Those two are *protective* of their crew, and they very much consider each and every member to be part of their family. It's a joke that Price is the "dad" of 141, but when it comes to Alejandro it's almost taken with a level of sincerity that makes you pause. And that's not even considering how protective Rudy can be of newer members.

I love 141, but pls pls pls give me more information about los vaqueros and the little found family Ale and Rudy have managed to carve out for themselves throughout the years.

[t3ooc]

“I’d bite myself and take my feelings out with my teeth.”

[neonjstr]

Happy Pal-entine's Day

[mullty]

I’d like to bring up Alejandro’s and Soap’s relationship if I may .

“You know Spanish?” “No.” “You will.”

These missions must’ve been days to weeks apart. Intel and planning take time. And throughout the games we see Soap speaking Spanish to Alejandro.

“Hermano, qué pasa?” “Revise mi bolsillo.” “Hasta la muerte.” (Alejandros favorite)

He really only refers to Alejandro as Hermano. Brother. In the game, he needs translation less and less. He picks up words and responds. I also think Soap is a go with the flow kind of guy. He returns the energy you give. And when Alejandro was just so open and ready to share his home and culture with Soap, it just like,,, made their connection so easy. Alejandro was so trusting and soap was supposed to what,, not reciprocate? They’re brothers now. Alejandro said so. Alejandro manda. lol. Also at the end when he says 

“Keep fighting the good fight, Hermano.” (Pelea la buena batalla is what Alejandro taught him.)

This is not a head canon. This is canon.

Alejandro and Rodolfo both taught Soap Spanish. I think in the whole 141 task force he was the least versed in Spanish. He was eager to learn and practiced a lot. He’s not a shy man so he wasn’t afraid to mess up. Sure, he sounded silly but it would make Rodolfo laugh the loudest- surprisingly- so he didn’t mind. 

“It usually annoys him when guero’s try to imitate us or poorly learn our language. He’s been mocked before.”

“I’m not doing too badly, am I?”

Alejandro just grinned.

“He likes your accent.”

Also,,, He calls Rodoldo “Rudy”. Rodolfo isn’t as picky as Soap with ppl calling him Johnny. But, everyone knows that you can’t just call him Rudy. It’s like a promise. Rudy is what his olders brothers and cousins called him. Rudy is reserved for family and people you wouldn’t hesitate for. 

“Call me Rudy.” He said suddenly after drills one day. Ordering him in a way. You’ll be loyal.  

“Okay.” Was all Soap responded. He understood and Alejandro just let out a laugh.

The same courtesy was offered to Ghost. But because he’s emotionally stunted, he’s not gonna. He appreciates it though. 

I do think Ghost had like beginner level understanding of spanish

“No te pierdas, Carnal!” “A Huevo!”

[digital999placebo]

so.. smiles. anyone remember my golden age boxing au?

[sacredglitch]

Soap, after putting him in a kilt: Do you or do you not feel 'bonita'?

Alejandro, staring in the mirror: ...I feel bonita.

Soap, grinning: Wonderful! Because you look bonita!

[luxthestrange]

TWST!Memes #52

Uncle Vargas and Grim naps are something special everyone gathers to see

[sysig]

Second request: baby todd and Jake fluff perhaps? 💖

Day 12 - Little hands, my one weakness

[yeyinde]

NO BUT YOU ARE SO RIGHT ABOUT ALEJANDRO OMG? that literally makes so much sense cause let’s say he owns a ranch in the mexican countryside and it’s far away from people so he can keep you safe and you both own a fuck ton of land and take evening trail rides around the property and maybe y’all own a few goats and chickens and it’s just a nice happy farm family 🫶🏻🫶🏻 -‼️

My headcanon is that Las Almas is actually Guanajuato or close by. Maybe, he lives on Carretera A Dolores, Guanajuato or something similar. You raise animals together, and he works on the farm when he's home.

You bring him coffee, maybe atole one balmy morning. He smells of myrrh, sweat, and the sun. You hand him the glass, and he gazes at you, sweat on his brow.

His eyes are heavy with affection. (As always, as always-)

"Gracias," he says, the corner of his mouth curled up in a toothy grin. You go to walk away, back into the house. His warm hand on your wrist stops you. He motions to an upturned pail beside him when you turn. "Ven aquí, cariño. Sit with me."

You spend your days beside him as he works, talking about everything and nothing. He looks at you, and you can't imagine being anywhere else but under the Dragon fruit tree as he chases chickens around your yard. You sip agua frescas and wonder how you got so lucky.

[reds-skull]

Not Alive, Nor Dead

[PREV PART] [AO3]

Hello! I'm back! I planned the next 3 chapters on the plane, so I thought writing would be easier.

I was wrong. Chapter got hands. Anyways hope you enjoy more of concussed Soap lmao

Alejandro led them to the main complex, through a series of roads connecting the prison. Ghost kept an eye on the sky, watching Garrick shoot Shadows from above.

“Bravo!” the Sergeant radios in, “Shadows approaching your position, I don’t have a clear shot. Incoming from your 9, Ghost.”

He and Rudy exchange a look, “copy, keep thinning them out.” Ghost replies, taking note of Soap’s glassy stare.

“We got hostiles inbound?” Johnny asks excitedly, wiggling his fingers, “I’ll take care o’ them LT, you can kick back and relax-”

“Oh no, Sergeant,” Ghost grabs the strap on the back of Soap’s vest, “you’re staying right here with me until your head is screwed on right.” 

He ignores Johnny’s useless attempts at persuading Ghost to let him go, and turns to the Vaqueros, “you can take care of a few Shadows, right? Me and Johnny can go check the CCTV.”

Alejandro smirks at the bumbling Sergeant in his hands, “you got it, hermano. We’ll meet you there.”

Rudy spots a soldier rushing towards them, running ahead and instantly freezing the Shadow. He grabs the rifle the unhuman dropped and cracks it down on the frozen soldier, shattering him.

The Sergeant Major throws the gun to Alejandro, shouting at Ghost and Soap, “go!”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. Ghost drags Johnny towards the room he remembers marked ‘Security’ on Rudy’s map.

“I could’a destroyed ‘em oll in a second, Ghostie…” Johnny moans.

Ghost sighs for the twentieth time since entering the room, “I know, Johnny.” He notes of the several cells full of men in block B, Shadows swarming the halls. The Vaqueros.

Soap gives him what could be ‘puppy-eyes’ from the chair Ghost has put him in timeout in (his words), “yer so mean, Simon.”

He looks up from the monitor he’s been fiddling with to level his Sergeant with a stare, “I know. Now focus on healing your bloody brain so you can actually help.”

Soap opens his mouth to retort, but he abruptly closes it, eyes widening.

“...Johnny?”

Soap’s cheeks flush, “Simon, I am so sorry, I don’t know what teh fuck I was saying…” Johnny rubs at his eyes, “fuckin’ talkin’ about how pretty yer eyelashes are.”

Ghost huffs, smile stretching his hidden lips, “you said eyes before. Good to know you like those too.”

Johnny looks like he got caught with his pants down, before his usual sense of confidence takes over, “I can tell ye I like a whole lot more than just that-”

“If I have to hear you muppets flirt one more time, I’m going to consider staying in this fuckin’ shithole, fucking hell…”

“Price?!” Ghost and Soap exclaim together, “Where are you?!”

“Graves isolated me, the fuckin’ bastard…” the Captain grumbles in their minds, “you got Gaz with you, correct?”

“Yes sir.” Ghost confirms.

“Good. You two, get Farah and Alex out, they should be in block C. Graves got Shadows trained on Alex at all times to keep Farah in check, so you’ll need to work quiet and fast.”

Ghost switches cameras, finding block C and the two revenants.

Soap’s voice fills his mind, “what about you, Captain?”

“Kyle will get me, there’s a window right in front of my cell. Tell him to get to the tallest building, block A.”

“Copy, glad to hear you’re solid, Price.” Ghost gets off the computer, patting Johnny’s shoulder, “I’ll inform Vargas and Parra of the Vaqueros’ location and head for Karim and Keller.”

“Good copy. Keep yourselves safe.”

“Out here.” 

Rudy and Alejandro meet them on the way out, both clearly frazzled and adrenaline-fueled. “Found anyone?” Rudy asks between pants.

“Vaqueros are on block B.” Ghost switches his comms on, “Garrick, Price talked to us, he’s on the top of block A, should be a window. Get him and meet us at-”

“The front gates.” Alejandro finishes, “there are several trucks for us to use, the Vaqueros will clear the way out.”

“Copy, on my way.” Gaz relays.

Soap checks his rifle’s ammo one last time, “me and Ghost’ll go for Farah and Alex, we’ll join the fight on the gates.”

Rudy pats both their shoulders, nodding assuredly, and turns to leave with Alejandro towards block B.

Soap smiles up at him, a dangerous edge to the way fire licks around his gun, “time for us to wipe out some Shadows, aye?”

Ghost smirks, “on you, Sergeant.”

Johnny is truly a thing of beauty on the field. A firestorm, unstoppable blaze, vaporizing dark figures as easily as breathing.

Ghost watches his six, taking down any stray Shadows making a move at him, but for the most part he gets to admire the Sergeant, the flowing way he explodes soldiers.

It would scare him, how beautiful Johnny is. If it wasn’t so distractedly brilliant.

“Clear!” Soap calls ahead, fire ebbing between his fingertips, dark marks on the walls all that’s left of his enemies.

Ghost hums, “good work, Sergeant. Our revenants should be right up ahead, stay sharp.”

Johnny grins, his step a little more energetic when he rounds the corner, “aye sir.”

Ghost and Soap reach block C, marked by huge letters on the walls. They both drop to a crouch, finding a single cell with about a dozen Shadows guarding it.

Ghost holds up one, then two fingers, pointing ahead. He closes his fist and Johnny nods, tensing up in preparation.

His Sergeant waits for his mark.

Ghost opens his hand, motioning forward.

Shadows erupt into smoke, metal bars sizzle and melt. The fight is over in a blink of an eye.

He walks over dark soot on the dirty prison floor, approaching Commander Karim, who has a bewildered expression on her face. She and Keller are tied to chairs, facing each other. 

“Lieutenant.” she tilts her head.

Ghost whips out a knife, swiftly cutting through her bindings, “Commander.” Johnny went ahead and freed Alex as well.

“That’s some serious firepower you got there, Soap. You sure you don’t want to come with us to Urzikstan?” Alex jokes as he rubs at his raw wrists.

Johnny laughs, smiling at Ghost, “sorry, got previous reservations.”

“Bummer.” the American sighs, taking the rejection easily.

Ghost grabs a pistol that looks decently unburnt and tosses it to Farah, “the Vaqueros are working on clearing a path for our extraction, we’re going to join as additional support. Sergeant Garrick is getting the Captain.”

Commander Karim sharply nods after checking the gun, “we’ll come with you, I got unfinished business with that dog Graves.” she looks at Alex, who finds a gun for himself as well.

Ghost presses the button on his radio, “Rudy, we got Karim and Keller, on our way to you. What’s your status?”

Gunshots sound through the tinny mic before he answers, “Graves is trying to push us back, we’re holding currently! Backup will be appreciated!”

The four of them start towards the Vaqueros, “on our way, Parra. Hold strong.”

“Always, Fantasma.”

Soap turns on his comms as well, “Gaz? Got the Captain?”

“No- will try- around-” Garrick’s voice cuts off, the wind too strong for it to come through.

“Bad copy, Sergeant, repeat.” Ghost joins on their line.

“Working on it!”

“Copy, get to the gate once you’re done.”

The front gates are a mess of powers, ice and fire blooming on the dirt road. The battlefield sounds almost deafening.

Alex and Farah run ahead, Keller disappearing from view and the Commander right in tow, deflecting bullets left and right. Ghost can see Rudy ahead, turning Shadows into ice sculptures for Alejandro to shatter with well-placed shots.

Ghost grabs Soap before he can join them, “stick close, Sergeant.”

“Yes sir.” Johnny doesn’t even look up, running and plowing through hails of bullets. Ghost goes off to the edges of the battle, picking off stragglers and sending them to the void. He only lets Limbo out for a second, the victims taking hold of the Shadows and dragging them back with them.

From the outside, it looks like they were swollen by darkness. An act that has earned Ghost his terrifying reputation.

Soap spots him from beyond the field, throwing him a thumbs up, “good work, LT! Fuckin’ beautiful, sir.”

“Keep it tactical, Sergeant.” he mutters as he takes two more Shadows off this realm.

“Tactical compliments, sir. It’s all the rage these days.” Johnny snickers, and he rolls his eyes fondly.

The fight is missing someone… “Garrick, status.”

Gaz’s line is dead. Ghost stops in his tracks, “Gaz, sitrep, now.” nothing.

Fuck. He switches to the main line, “anyone had eyes on Gaz in the last 15 minutes?”

“Negative, saw him go into the tower at block A about 30 minutes ago.” Alejandro replies.

Ghost’s heart races faster, his voice level, “I’m going to go find them, Soap, on me-”

The Shadows on the field start laughing, voice garbling into a demonic cackling.

“Took you long enough to notice, Lieutenant.”

Ghost grabs the nearest Shadow, “what the fuck did you do with them?” he coldly smashes the Shadow’s head with his knee.

The broken body falls, Graves’ voice still clear, “you want your little teammates? Better come to the courtyard, Ghost… oh, and bring the Sergeant with you, would ya? I’ve got a few… choice words to exchange with him.”

Ghost stomps the soldier’s head, shutting the American up for good. He locks eyes with Johnny, heart attempting to beat out of his chest.

“Clock’s ticking, Simon Riley…” Shadows whisper around him.

Soap runs to him, face confused and enraged, “what did he say, Simon?! Where are Price and Gaz?”

“Courtyard…”

Johnny looks back, before staring at Ghost, “well? What are we waiting for?”

Sometimes, Ghost feels like his gut can tell the future. With the way it churned and turned before he was thrown into that grave. How it ached to spill out when Soap asked him to promise, sign a death sentence on his Sergeant.

In the ice burning his insides, as he watches stars reflect in Johnny’s eyes, awaiting the command, ready to follow him into certain doom. Right into the snake’s den.

Ghost take Soap’s hand, silently starting to walk towards the courtyard.

His gut screams at him to stop, to curl bloodied hands around his Sergeant, protect him from malicious shadows.

Ghost’s mind, however, a soldier’s, a leader’s, tells him to keep walking.

The Shadows ignore them, splitting before them like the Red Sea. 

Johnny pulls at his hand, making him meet his eyes.

“We’re connected now, Simon. In a way Graves, hell no one else, can understand.” he smiles softly, “they can’t separate us.”

His words hold so much conviction, so much confidence and yet also care, the ice in his gut melts.

The thawed water tells Ghost he will live to regret that.

“We go together.” Simon squeezes a burning hand.

Fire binds them, an unbreakable vow. “Together.”

Graves sees Soap and Ghost happy and asks himself "how can I ruin their day this time?"