Violentine Oneshots

Call Of Duty

A/N: I ain't dead yet, y'all. Enjoy this that I just wrote in thirty minutes. Probably a few spelling mistakes or two. Also, Aasim and Clem are bi-buds and you can't convince me otherwise. 

“Marlon, flank around the barn. I've got bomb. Louis, you're on me. Omar, you chose your sniper class, right?”

“Always.”

“Alright. Leg it up to the loft and see if you can get an angle on the A target. B is too closed off, too close to them, and doesn't give us a decent line of sight.”

“Got it.”

“Mitch, Aasim, you go plant your tacticals over through the B bomb route. That way it'll shock them or explode if they try to get through that way to us.”

“You want one in the house, one through the fence, one in the courtyard and the other up the stairs?”

“Exactly.”

“Alright, on it.”

Violet narrowed her eyes, adjusting the mic closer to her face, squinting up at the TV and watching the countdown. “Don't fuck this up, you shitheads.”

“Fuck off, lesbian. I won't hesitate to kick you from the party.”

“I'm hurt, Vi!”

“Ouch…”

“...”

“I'm gonna tell Brody you said that.”

Violet rolled her eyes. “Go ahead, Marlon. She's scolded me enough already.” Five seconds left. Four. Three. Two. One.

At the lightening of the screen, Violet clicked down the sprint, running forwards and grabbing up the bomb. She turned the joysticks, moving her character back against the stack of cars, glancing through the window of one for any sight of the enemy. “Omar. You in position?”

“Yup. There's one guy hiding behind the tequila sign on the roof of bedroom house, next to the tank.”

“Alright. Aasim? Mitch?”

“Nobody yet. They're probably in the bakery though. We're gonna go through and clear it.”

“Alright. Watch all entrances, don't let them get the jump on you. Throw one of your tactical shocks through the doorway first.”

“Alright.”

“Marlon? You dead yet?”

“No!”

“Good. Make sure they don't try to sneak around that corner of the map.” Violet peered through the window of the car again, ducking immediately to stay safe. “Louis? How we looking?”

“Clear. My guess is that they're hiding by tank two, over in the playground.”

Violet bit her lip in thought. “Omar, can you get a shot on tequila guy?”

“No, FMJ might not work and it'd expose me. I can't risk it.”

“Damn it…” She groaned, tapping her finger in thought. “Alright. Mitch? Aasim? Is the bakery clear?”

“All clear.”

“Alright. Mitch, I want you to sneak around and see if you can sneak up to tequila. If you can take him out, we're solid. Marlon, I want you to head back to me. See if you can flank from the other side towards the playground and tank two. Aasim, you go around the side of the building and split with Mitch. Make sure his teammates don't try to rush him while he's getting tequila.”

“Got it.”

“Louis, walk out first.”

“What? Why!”

“So if they shoot you, I can pinpoint where they're at, and see if they have a shot on me. I have bomb.” She defended, eyes scanning over the TV screen, hearing Louis sigh.

“Y'know, when I get captured, I'm giving up your positions.”

“Louis this is Call Of Duty. You can't get captured.”

“Whatever,”

Louis moved his avatar out into the open, doing a dramatic hop into the air before dolphin diving into the safety of the fence. “Your turn, Vi.”

Violet nodded as if the crew could see her, briefly hearing Marlon's avatar sprinting into position behind her, before sprinting herself and dolphin diving behind the fence. “Alright. Mitch, Aasim, you guys see anyone in vacation home when you passed?”

“Nope, it was clear as far as I know.”

“Alright. Omar? Anyone in the window?”

“You're all good, Vi.”

Violet nodded to herself, crouching the character and readying to move forward, only to feel a familiar pair of arms slide around her waist. “Hey Clem, we're- w-hoa,” Violet gasped at the sudden feeling of Clementine's lips against her neck. “C-Clem we're in...Leagues…” She protested softly, curling her neck backwards only for the brunette to lean forwards, moving to the front of Violet's neck.

“And?”

“Oh! Clem's home? Hey Clem!”

“Dude, stop making out with Violet, we're playing fucking Xbox.”

Clementine narrowed her eyes, grabbing the mic from behind Violet and moving it towards her. “Hey, Aasim. Mitch, fuck off.”

“I'll fucking fight you.”

“Do it.” She dared, hearing the boy grumble through Violet's headphones.

Violet, however, was currently trying her best to move strategically through the vacation home with Louis in front of her. As strategically as she could with Clementine's hand on her thigh, anyways. When Clementine heard no other response from Mitch, she smirked, moving her hand up Violet’s thigh and biting at her collarbone.

“H-f-fuck, Clem…” Violet groaned, leaning back into the touch and sighing shakily.

“Violet, mute your mic, please…”

“Ugh, Mitch, just kick her from the party.”

Violet drew in a shaky breath, closing her eyes briefly. “N-no, uh...Mitch is t-tequila down?” She asked shakily, trying her best to ignore the warmth spreading from the pit of her stomach at the very soft touches.

“He is now.” Mitch sighed, Violet taking time to notice the death on the side of the screen, before gulping.

“O-okay...Uh...C-cover me Omar,” She quickly urged, wishing her character would run faster to the objective and allow her to end this match as quick as possible. It wasn't until Clementine bit on her ear, nuzzling her nose into Violet's neck that she whimpered.

“Vi, just quit the match…”

“I-I can't,” She whispered back, voice cracking. “It-It's leagues.”

Clementine seemed to dislike this, her hand moving down and gripping Violet's thigh tighter, earning a sharp gasp.

“I'm kicking you from the party, Vi. Can you at least fucking plant the bomb?”

Violet whimpered again, aiming her character down and throwing a semtex, barely waiting for it to blow her character up before she threw the headset off. She turned around so fast she thought she might get whiplash, Clementine smirking as Violet eagerly connected their lips, molding their bodies together and tangling her hands in Clementine's hair.

“Dude, for real?”

“Mitch-- just grab the bomb, Louis. Plant it, and then when we get out of the match we can kick her from the game party. Alright?”

“Whatever, Marlon.”

Violet paid no attention to the notification alerting her that she had been kicked from the xbox party, instead focusing her attention on pulling Clementine's body closer to hers. Clementine hummed into the kiss, pulling Violet up and pushing her against the wall, earning a quiet whimper. Maybe it was a good thing she killed her avatar. After all, this was much better than Call Of Duty.