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Bale x FoulMouth! Reader

Issues
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"Dmitryyyy!" She called out lovingly to the russian man who waited for her at the plane.

"Y/NNN!" He called back playfully. He hugged her before shaking her hand, taking a seat next to her on the aircraft.

She cracked her knuckles, or attempted to. One finger just wouldnt crack, but she didnt want to accidentally break it.

"Ive just about fucking had it with his finger." Y/N snarled, talking to herself.

Bale looked back over at her in surprise. "What happened with your finger?"

"It wont fucken CRACK!"

"Dont break it!"

"Im so angry right now." She sighed.

"About what, exactly?" Dmitry repied, holding her index finger in his hands, looking at its curled idle state.

"This morning i stubbed my toe," she spouted, continuing.

"Burnt my food on accident and then i had to take a bath because the shower head said naww." Y/N admitted.

"..oh?" He laughed.

"ITS NOT FUNNY!"

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"Capture the hardpoint."

She grinned, waving bale over to rush the hardpoint in enemy spawn, which has already been taken by them.

"Shipment is so short, so deadly." He used his regular tone, throwing a sentex behind them as they rushed into mid.

Y/Ns fingers traced onto the ISO she uses with no attachments. So speedy and slick, she grasped on tightly before firing directly into the mouth of an enemy.

She watched them fall to the ground before dismissing their body to scan around for others.

"Dmitry! Get down!" She pulled him down, behind the garbage disposal. She eyed the sniper that had gone on top the crates by mid, just narrowly missing his head.

His body pressed against hers hard, staying in place for comfort- but safety. His plated armor roughly rubbed against the ground as he aimed his Grau to the open crate.

"Fuck, hes still- GET FUCKING BEAMED LOSER." she screamed spitting to the side.

"If you hardscope i expect you to win." She wiped the side of her mouth with a dark chuckle.

"Y/N, dont be rude." He looked at her sadly.

"Never to you." She giggled, squishing his cheeks with her free hand.

"You are so cute, now go kill someone." Y/N giggled again, patting his beret. He smiled, making her heart warm even more.

"god that thing lights up the- WHAT YOU WANT NUDES??" She backstabbed someone who tried to sneak up on them, probably wanting the assasination.

"..i want nudes...."

"No you dont."

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"Weve taken the lead!"

"Aye! GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME YOU FILTHY NAPKIN HOLE?" Y/N sighed, questioning her sanity.

Shes back where the lift was, without bale as he wanted to branch off to get the hardpoint more often, or else their team would lose.

"So much for being an objective player." Y/N admitted, feeling two hands grab her from behind, stunlocking her in place.

"FUCK!" Dmitry called, assassinating the person who had attempted to assasinate Y/N.

"I thought you were going to the objective." Y/N hugged him tightly, somehow finding time to in shipment anyway.

"I cant just leave my lady alone."

"Your lady?" She raised an eyebrow. She kissed his cheek and patted his head again.

"Mine. All mine." He chuckled nervously, letting go of her to beam someone that just ran out of mid.

"Anyway, Vtol jet get on that bitch." Y/N proudly said, calling in the vtol in a corner, setting it in the middle.

"Im gonna rail everyone here!" She screeched. Her eyes pricked tears from dust that collected from the flying bullets.

"Gonna rail you later."

"When have you become so bold..?"

"Me, bold? Lady you have issues!"

"Proud issues!" She cried out in laughter, feeling holes start to form in her skin.

"Guess im dead?" She nonchalantly stated, right before her eyes flew back open with a stim being forced into her leg.

"Fuck you." She said playfully.

"..when?"

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"Times almost up! Move your asses!"

"I ' ll make you call me daddy." She toggled her fire type to one taps, starting to one tap headshot people every where.

Dmitry just stares at her in complete utter shock from the words that fly out of her mouth every now and then.

"Issues. Woman." He spoke, his russian accent lacing every word nicely.

"he went bye, his mom found the cumsock."

"y/n, what in the absolute-"

"FUCK YOU! FUCK ME! FUCK THAT!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, going absolutely wild when someone tried to knife her.

"Y/N I WILL DO YOU LATER IF YOU DONT CALM DOWN."