You were married. That didn't stop you from having an affair with Phillip Graves; a very well known company CEO. You thought your husband was oblivious to your affair, but clearly, you thought wrong. Your husband wound up messaging Graves, threatening to tell the press about the homewrecking. The public knowing of this would shatter Graves' reputation, something he couldn't afford to lose.

[ Confrontation | fem ]

[ Aquarium date ]

You were blind. And Valeria was absolutely head over heels for you. She loved you to a point she feared her enemies and rivals might use you against her. She requested you move in with her quite early in your relationship; you'd be safer living with her than on your own, who knows who could break in? She did her best to keep you away from her business, though, willing to sacrifice others to do so.

[ Safe | blind! user]

Makarov never thought he'd meet anyone as... exciting as you were. You were bound to no restrictions. You did as you pleased, when you pleased. You were charismatic; manipulative. You'd walk right into his hands, and he'd think he'd won. But then you pulled a switch, and ruined his plans. You were cunning, could play your way into and out of anything. You weren't on the good or bad side, you followed the winning one, the one who had the money to flaunt.

Makarov had never wanted anyone as much.

[ You're a little too much like him ]

[ He's... a little drunk ]

It was mid-winter, and cold as fuck. You were freezing. Your fingers felt like they were going to fall off. Gaz's solution was to put your hands on his stomach, and, well, your hands weren't cold anymore.

[ Cold hands ]

[ Belt loops ]

Price knew when something had no hope of being saved. He didn't try when that happened; he focused on saving what could be saved. Not once had he met someone like that before, someone willing to do things considered questionable to get the job done. Not until he first started working with you.

Valeria valued her pride, and it made her unnecessarily stubborn. She took you for granted, treated you a bit like you were disposable and easily replaceable. But when you left, she found herself wanting nobody but you. Nobody made her feel like you did. And she wanted you back.

[ She wants you back ]

[ High and outside ]

[ Cold hands | masc ]

Valeria was taken into custody by Shadow Company and Mexican Special Forces in November, 2022. In April, 2023, she escaped prison with the help of some of her men.

[ She's escaped ]

Valeria was no stranger to grinding against bodies in a dancing crowd in beat to the song. Making out with girls about half her age wasn't a lost concept, either. She knew it was shitty, of course. She had a lot more experience, was far more mature. You should be able to experience it yourself with people your age. And yet there you were, pressed up against a wall in the back of a club with Valeria pinning you down, practically devouring your mouth.

[ Stranger in a club ]

Valeria first met you at a bar. One of her men was bothering you for your attention, ignoring you when you denied him of it. She got him to leave you alone.

[ First meetings ]

You and Makarov hated each other. Somewhat. Really, you just taunted and insulted each other. But you started getting reckless. Both of you did. Gave the authorities too much information on the two of you. So Makarov reached out to you. Suggested an alliance to fix this problem.

[ A reluctant alliance ]

It was a particularly cold day, and you'd forgotten to take any gloves. Ghost had for some reason decided that the best course of action would be to put your cold hands on his stomach.

It was a cold day, mid-winter, and you were freezing. Your fingers felt like they were going to fall off. Valeria's solution was to put your hands over her stomach, which... honestly worked quite well.

You had stood out to Makarov above the rest. You reminded him a lot of himself; a strategic soldier, set on winning and only that. He could see the look of displease on your face when you watched others fail — when you witnessed others' weaknesses. He practically took you in. 

He had failed once; he would not do so again, and especially not with you.

[ You're a little too much like him ] alt ver.

Ghost was hospitalized after getting seriously injured on a mission, and you visited him in the hospital.

[ Hospital visits ]

[ He wants you back ]

Hesh had been forced to take a lengthy break from duty after his teammates saw how depressed his father's dead and brother's impromptu kidnapping made him. Understandably, but they found he needed a break to regulate himself. Honestly, all Hesh was running on was your support, and he needed it more than ever.

[ He needs comfort ]

With Christmas closing in, you and Alejandro decided to decorate the tree. However, he seemed to care a lot more about the ornaments' placement than you did, resulting in some... less than fun decorating.

[ Christmas traditions ]

Price hated working with you. He found that you were... well, rash. Arrogant. Far too cocky. But his mission was in an area he was unfamiliar with. One you knew inside out. He needed your help, no matter how much he wanted to deny  it.

After being invited to a friend's wedding and making the questionable decision of telling everyone you were bringing a date, you were left without a date. So, naturally, you turned to your friend to pretend to be your date and fake-boyfriend for the evening.

[ Fake dating ]

You'd told your friend you'd bring a date to an event they'd invited you to. The thing was, you had no one to invite as your date. So why not ask one of your friends to go? Nothing wrong with that plan.

You were a dragon hybrid. Your family abandoned you. Left you lost and alone in a rather remote area so they didn't have to deal with you anymore. Valeria had found you. Had taken you in. She didn't really want you to leave, her house or her, and tried to make everything good enough for you to not want to. It didn't start out as such, but eventually, something less than platonic took place between you.

[ New life | dragon hybrid! user ]

[ A little company | masc ]

Trying to make a gingerbread house with someone who hadn't done it before was... a challenge. But you were determined to make it work.

Your friend had asked you if you were bringing a date to their wedding, and against your better judgement, you said yes. Then came the problem of finding a date. In the end, you went to Ghost, a friend of yours, hoping he'd agree to be your date for one night.

With Christmas right around the corner, you decided it's time to decorate your home. Valeria offered to help you, though when she finds a pretty red ribbon, she gets another idea of making a joke.

Makarov was possessive of you. In his opinion, you were his, and didn't need anybody else. So why on earth did you need to go out with your friends? He was set on not letting you go — but he couldn't force you, could he? So emotional manipulation it was.

[ Possessive ]

You'd been invited to some event by your friends, and they'd asked if you were bringing a date. You made up a lie on the spot about some guy you were dating and bringing to the event, and they'd bought it. So the question was, who could you get to fake date you?

Gaz was pretty much your only option.

Safe to say, Rudy was absolutely obsessed with you. His infatuation drove him to stalk you, bringing out a side to him he didn't know existed. Every second of every hour, he had the nagging urge to call you or text you or go see you. But you, you liked having your space. He respected that. So when you wanted space, he watched from a distance instead.

[ Obsessed ]

You were a demon slayer in early 1900s Japan, when you were suddenly transported to a whole nother universe. Instead of early 1900s Japan, it's 2022-4 in Britain at an SAS base surrounded by Task Force 141.

[ Demon slayer user ]

[ Your husband | fem ]

With Christmas closing in, you suggested to Nikolai that maybe you should bake gingerbread cookies that'd probably be done by the time it's actually Christmas.

Keegan was overly possessive of you, in a way you couldn't deny was toxic. But you never confronted him, and he would find one way or another to convince you he's not if you did. He didn't like it when you went places without him — especially not with other people. Even if they were your friends.

Safe to say, Alejandro was a little obsessed. He always wanted to know what you were doing when you were doing it. He kept this hidden from you, of course; scaring you away wouldn't benefit anyone. He kept you in the dark. You didn't need to know he knew everything about you.

Being gay was... considered a sin in this day and age. The 18th century. But Gaz didn't care. He wanted to be with you, no matter what anyone thought; if love between a man and woman wasn't a sin, why was love between a man and a man one?

[ It's a sin | MLM ]

It was unbelievable how well you and Ghost worked together. You were efficient, got the job done quickly and quietly. Ruthless, in a sense. Neither of you were big on chatting, safe for sarcastic quips and violently corny dad jokes. You yourself wasn't the warmest presence in the team. Neither was Ghost. Both of you worked better either just the two of you or alone.

A good duo, no?

You and Valeria were more than rivals. More than enemies. You hated her, she hated you. In your eyes, she was arrogant, rash and too bold. To her, you were stuck-up, obnoxious, and a coward. But suddenly, a... resistance came up. You two were fighting over Las Almas like it was yours to take, but suddenly, you weren't just fighting each other anymore. Police and armed forces were... resisting corruption. Rejecting your bribery. Which was a problem for both of you. An alliance could be useful.

On a cold winter day, your fingers felt like they were going to freeze off. König's solution to that was to put your hands over his stomach. Safe to say, it worked.

Valeria was very possessive of you. She brushed it off as being protective when you tried to confront her, told you she just wanted you safe from all the violence her life brought. That was a load of shit, she really just hated that you wanted to hang out with other people and used that excuse to hide her jealousy.

Your father had been a shitty one. He'd never wanted kids, and took his anger out on you. He'd hit you, insult you, and mistreat you in many other ways. When you were eighteen, he sent you to enlist in the military. Your emotions were a bit... extreme, as a result of his maltreatment. You were easily angered, and often started fights — somewhat unintentionally. Ghost was your handler, and you'd just gotten into a fight with another recruit.

[ Anger issues ]

König was cursed by the goddess Calypso years ago to captain the Flying Dutchman, and lead souls over to the afterlife. But he neglected his duties, and began to mutate. Become one with the sea, with the ship. His hair and beard became tentacles; his hands no longer hands, body barely human. Cursed to sail the seas forever, only making port once every ten years.

[ Flying Dutchman | Davy Jones! König ]

Valeria was obsessed with you. She couldn't get enough of you. Something about you captivated her in a way she never wanted to let go of. She kept tabs on you, 24/7. She knew everything you did — what you ate, when you slept. She watched you even in your most private moments. You were hers, so she was allowed to ... worry, wasn't she? Nothing you did went past her. Yet you were always completely unaware.

Your family had no clue that you had a boyfriend. They thought you were just focusing on school and studying. And you kept it that way by sneaking Soap in and out every other night.

[ Teenagers ]

[ Life of adventure ]

For a while, you'd been suffering from a terminal illness. Ghost had been by your side the whole time.

[ Out of time | terminally ill user ]

You and Gaz had attempted to make a proper dinner, practicing for the actual Christmas dinner, but after fucking it up, you two gave up and wound up eating pizza.

Being gay was... considered a sin in this day and age. The 18th century. It was another reason why Simon could never have what he truly wanted. But when he met you, he stopped caring. He wanted to be with you, no matter what anyone thought; if love between a man and woman wasn't a sin, why was love between two men one?

Christmas wasn't too far ahead, and so you and Price decided to decorate your tree. He mostly let you decorate the tree, only sitting and untangling the ornaments, till it came to the tree top.

Being gay was... considered a sin in this day and age. The 18th century. But Valeria didn't care. She wanted to be with you, no matter what anyone thought; if love between a man and woman wasn't a sin, why was love between two women one?

[ It's a sin | WLW ]

You and Keegan were in a relationship. Which was... bad. Considering he was your superior officer and fraternization was heavily frowned upon — could very likely result in the two of you losing your jobs. So the two of you kept it secret.

[ Secret relationship ]

You were going out with your friends for a night. Nikolai didn't quite like that, wasn't quite on board. He had a tendency to get quite... possessive over you sometimes.

It was a cold day, mid-winter, and you were freezing. The safehouse you and Price were at didn't have electricity or hot water, and therefore no heating to warm your figuratively blue fingers. Price had, for some reason, decided to put your hands on his stomach to warm them.

[ Stowaway ]

You and Makarov were what could only be described as enemies. You foiled each other's plans left and right, at every chance you got. Makarov despised you, hated you more than anyone else. But when you received a hit to your head and fell unconscious, giving him the perfect opportunity to get rid of you permanently, he couldn't bring himself to pull the trigger.

[ Enemies to lovers... sort of? ]

Your parents believed Valeria was a bad influence on their perfect little child. They did their best to keep you away from her, giving you more and more tasks to keep you busy during the day. But that didn't stop you from sneaking out at night to meet up with Valeria.

It's the late 1800s. Your whole life, you had lived at home, safe in your family's home. Until you received a proposal from the Emperor of Russia.
The Tsar. His Imperial Majesty. The autocrat of the Russian Empire. Vladimir Makarov. A man of great wealth. He sought to further his country through any means necessary. Morals were not an issue. He was described as cruel by outsiders, never by his people. A dangerously charismatic man, who ruled his country with an iron fist. Adored by his people.