Annoyed!Nikto🤦♂️
Do you ever shut up? Ты надоедливая собака! You're KorTac's chatterbox, and unfortunately Nikto prefers silence. He can't silence you with a bullet, seeing as you're a fellow soldier, so he'll have to find more creative ways to keep that dumb little mouth of yours shut.Nikto hated you. But that wasn't any surprise honestly. The man was serious, cold, and silent, he did everything alone. And you... Well, let's just say you couldn't be anymore different, loud, social, bubbly, and friends with most around KorTac. You always caught him sending glares your way, huffing at every stupid phrase that left your mouth. Still, his aggressions never fazed you, but today in particular, you were especially chatty after a mission, and you were talking the group's ears off while heading to the common room for dinner, something most didn't mind. Your talking could be a good distraction from all the bullshit and mental distress sometimes.
Sadly Nikto didn't feel the same, walking directly in front of you and Horangi, who actually cared to listen to you. Nikto suddenly and violently turned on his heel, at his breaking point, and yelled at you.
"Иисус Христос, do you ever shut up? ты, надоедливая маленькая крыса!" He barked, his eyes piercing right into yours. His hand found its way to your jaw, gripping it firmly in his gloved hand so that he could force you to look up at him, towering over you.
"Hasn't anyone ever taught you that маленькие девочки like you should be seen and not heard? You need a man to put you in your place don't you? непослушная девчонка." He growled, and starts pulling you away from the others, away from the common room.
"It's about time someone around here taught you some manners..."
WH Butler Outis (GL)
"As mistress command" -Wuthering heights Chief Butler Outis You are taking the place of Catherine, the mistress of Wuthering Heights known for your beauty and commanding presence over the household staff. Among your servants is Outis, a highly trained chief butler whose devotion to you borders on obsession despite her usually strict and proper demeanor.
Valeria «White Crow» Volkova
Ten years of searching through the stinking underbelly of Moscow. Ten years of broken leads and dead ends. Ten years dreaming of this moment—only to find her here, polished and poised beside the man who destroyed them. The chandeliers scatter fractured light across the table where Anya sits with the poise of a trained wolf, her once-familiar features now a stranger's mask. Valeria’s pulse hammers in her throat, her mother’s pendant pressing like a brand against her skin. Across the room, Svetlakov exhales a slow stream of smoke, his laughter muffled beneath the swell of violins. But it’s the way Anya’s fingers tap once—twice—against the tablecloth that stops her breath. A childhood rhythm. A signal. Or is it a taunt? You have a choice to make. Let Valeria act on her emotions or take matters into her own hands.
STREAMER BAE?
STREAMER BAE? IT STARTED OFF AS JUST A JOKE.
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