"You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me."


remarkablerussian
"Vhy hallo there, doktor."


doktormorgenstern:

The Medic jumped at the voice, his eyes darting about until they’d located and settled upon the Spy. He’d been so enrapt by the sunset that he’d not heard anyone approach; not that one typically heard spies approaching. “Hallo… Vhat do you vant?” he asked guardedly, watching for any signs of hostility.

He brought his hands up, showing the other he wasn’t carrying any weapons. He was so use to everyone’s happy, overly friendly demeanors that he didn’t even consider he may have come off as a threat.

"Do not vorry, I have no intentions to harm you. If I vanted to do that, I vould happily vait for my chance on our battlements." He assured him as he walked over. "I am merely… Your average, friendly spy looking for company."


remarkablerussian
I'm throwing out all of your belongings in your dresser so I can put my cigarettes there.


snipingmedicine:

remarkablerussian:

snipingmedicine:

"Do zhat und I’ll throw your mattress off zhe roof."

"Ah, nothing vould sound more beautiful to me than that." He cooed as he suddenly reappeared, sitting on the dresser with a unlit cigarette between his lips.

"Oh, make sure to throw in how much you love me."

He wasn’t going to go as far as that, but if it kept Stanislav from finding and possibly figuring out why he had hormones stashed away, Luitger was willing to ‘dance’ a little for the man.

….Ваши волосы глянцевый и опрятным, ваша одежда всегда гладкий и красивый, и у вас есть большие ноги … И вы запах приятный." He said, trying not to look exasperated or annoyed, his cheeks flushing slightly as he looked away from the Spy.

"Ah… Как красиво вы говорите со мной . Вы можете проклинать на меня в моем собственном языке , и я все еще думаю, что вам очень привлекательным." He cooed back, a stupid, mischievous grin on his pale face. Boy was this sniper a catch. "You are safe for now, doktor, I vas not very interested in looking anyways." He hummed.


remarkablerussian
I'm throwing out all of your belongings in your dresser so I can put my cigarettes there.


snipingmedicine:

remarkablerussian:

snipingmedicine:

"Do zhat und I’ll throw your mattress off zhe roof."

"I vas thinking perhaps a nice, long compliment! Vith many nice adjectives! I’d also like copy in writing, for my records of course!"

Of course he would.

"…Fine. But I’m nicht saying it in English. You’re Russian, aren’t you? Vill Russian do? I do speak it, so you might vant to be careful vith vhat you mumble in your sleep by zhe vay. Not saying you have yet. Probably. But for future reference."

"Ah, nothing vould sound more beautiful to me than that." He cooed as he suddenly reappeared, sitting on the dresser with a unlit cigarette between his lips.

"Oh, make sure to throw in how much you love me."

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renegademistress:

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remarkablerussian
I'm throwing out all of your belongings in your dresser so I can put my cigarettes there.


snipingmedicine:

remarkablerussian:

snipingmedicine:

"Do zhat und I’ll throw your mattress off zhe roof."

"Oh?"

His voice could certainly be heard nearby, but there was no way to pinpoint where he was exactly. “Or vhat? You know, perhaps I’ll stay avay if you do something nice!”

Luitger wearily put himself between the door and the hallway, glancing around. He swallowed thickly before letting out a short breath, eyes still flicking around on the look out for any trace of movement.

"…Nice like vhat?"

"I vas thinking perhaps a nice, long compliment! Vith many nice adjectives! I’d also like copy in writing, for my records of course!"


remarkablerussian
I'm throwing out all of your belongings in your dresser so I can put my cigarettes there.


snipingmedicine:

remarkablerussian:

snipingmedicine:

"Do zhat und I’ll throw your mattress off zhe roof."

"Sorry! I can’t hear you! I am too busy thinking all about vhat you’re hiding!" He laughed deviously, tinkering with his cloaking device and disappearing in a wisp of smoke.

"Scheiße." Luitger swore, knowing it would be pointless to try to find the spy and making a beeline towards their room. However, Stanislav was already ahead of him, so there was a good chance he would still be beaten there. He figured the spy might be close by though.

"Don’t you dare touch me zhings, Stanislav!" He growled, in case the other man was in proximity to him, reaching their door.

"Oh?"

His voice could certainly be heard nearby, but there was no way to pinpoint where he was exactly. “Or vhat? You know, perhaps I’ll stay avay if you do something nice!”


remarkablerussian
I'm throwing out all of your belongings in your dresser so I can put my cigarettes there.


snipingmedicine:

remarkablerussian:

snipingmedicine:

"Do zhat und I’ll throw your mattress off zhe roof."

"Aw, but my dear, sweet Luitger, how else vill I get to know you better? In fact, finding out vhat is in your dresser vill make us closer as teammates!"

And with that said, he happily began skipping off to their shared room.

"Arschloch.." Luitger grumbled, quickly following after the man. Figured that would only interst the Spy further into looking through his things. Maybe if he could get ahead of him and lock him out? Barricade the door? Except of course, the Spy was all leg compared to Luitger’s stocky stature.

"Get back here!"

"Sorry! I can’t hear you! I am too busy thinking all about vhat you’re hiding!" He laughed deviously, tinkering with his cloaking device and disappearing in a wisp of smoke.


australian-mercenary
Ma sai che la tua voce e bellissima?


Spaghetti.



snipingmedicine:

Send kissed! and my character will react to receiving this type of kiss from yours.

Number Generated: 18: all over kiss(es)

//Oh God.

"Vhat are- Stop- Get off of- Vhat zhe fuck are you doing?!" Luitger sputtered, choking and trying to get the Spy and his lips off of him. He did not want his everything kissed, especially by his annoying roommate.

"I am just keesing my favorite German! Oh look at those chubby cheeks of yours, I think they need much more attention!" Yes, time to obnoxiously cover his face in kisses, each one longer and more annoying than the next. With added kissing noises too of course, free of charge.

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dancing-death
"...hallo, Stanislav." He smiles, his expression as weary and worn by life as ever but genuinely happy to see the Spy again. It'd been too long.


dancing-death:

remarkablerussian:

dancing-death:

remarkablerussian:

Stanislav looked up from where he was putting on a leather glove, wincing as the material touched his pink, irritated skin. “Hallo, Karl, I have not seen you in quite some time. I vas beginning to miss that lovely, pale face. Speaking of vhich, you do not look as composed as you usually are. Is something the matter?”

"Oh, life. Ein long string of vun zhing or anozher. Zhat’s all."

He tilts his head to the side curiously, hmming softly, brow furrowing in concern.

"Ah you alright? Zhat looks terribly uncomfortable."

"Believe me, it is, some idiot spilled vodka on me." He gave a small chuckle. "I am not big fan of alcohol, despite vhatever stereotypes are established of my ethnicity… Thankfully it’s all off."

He returned his gaze to the medic, smiling slightly. “Vould you like smoke? Ve can… Talk, if you’d like of course.”

"I vould like zhat."

He takes his pipe out, tossing the other man a pack of tobacco. He’d done the same when they’d first met, though then it’d been to get Stan out of his hair- now, it was simply sharing the goods with a friend.

Tapping some into his pipe, he lights it, taking a few puffs.

"Vhat haff you been up to all zhis time, mein friend?"

"Ah, it feels like you vere vaiting all this time to see me, you even have my favorite brand!" He sang before giving a dark chuckle and placing one in between his lips. At the question of his current state of affairs, he took a moment to think. "Oh nothing out of the usual, just living with fun, new, bitter roommate who is madly in love vith me. I must admit, it is difficult being irresistible man, but such is life vhen being spy." He joked,. "But vhat about you, doktor? I imagine you’ve had great deal going on in your own life, da?’


dancing-death
"...hallo, Stanislav." He smiles, his expression as weary and worn by life as ever but genuinely happy to see the Spy again. It'd been too long.


dancing-death:

remarkablerussian:

Stanislav looked up from where he was putting on a leather glove, wincing as the material touched his pink, irritated skin. “Hallo, Karl, I have not seen you in quite some time. I vas beginning to miss that lovely, pale face. Speaking of vhich, you do not look as composed as you usually are. Is something the matter?”

"Oh, life. Ein long string of vun zhing or anozher. Zhat’s all."

He tilts his head to the side curiously, hmming softly, brow furrowing in concern.

"Ah you alright? Zhat looks terribly uncomfortable."

"Believe me, it is, some idiot spilled vodka on me." He gave a small chuckle. "I am not big fan of alcohol, despite vhatever stereotypes are established of my ethnicity… Thankfully it’s all off."

He returned his gaze to the medic, smiling slightly. “Vould you like smoke? Ve can… Talk, if you’d like of course.”

Don’t mind Stanislav, he’s just a bright pink color from furiously scrubbing the vodka off of him.


dancing-death
"...hallo, Stanislav." He smiles, his expression as weary and worn by life as ever but genuinely happy to see the Spy again. It'd been too long.


Stanislav looked up from where he was putting on a leather glove, wincing as the material touched his pink, irritated skin. “Hallo, Karl, I have not seen you in quite some time. I vas beginning to miss that lovely, pale face. Speaking of vhich, you do not look as composed as you usually are. Is something the matter?”