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Just Friends | edwards x Luke!twin | Part 2

Here is part 2 of the Ethan fic, hope you enjoy!

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~You are Luke Hughes’s twin sister and play hockey and softball at the University of Michigan. You’re very close with Luke given that you’re twins. You are best friends with teammate, Ethan Edwards. You and Ethan were always flirty with each other but strictly friends. Since returning to campus for your second year, things between you and Ethan have been a little too flirty. One day, everything changes.~

This is Part 2. Takes place sophomore year.

September, 2022

Morgan’s POV

So today is September 9. It’s mine and Luke’s birthday. I woke up super early and jogged over to his room and knocked on it. He opens it and smiles, “Happy birthday twin!”

“Happy Birthday twin!” He gives me the biggest hug before dragging me inside. Me and him have a thing where we always want to be the first one to say happy birthday to each other on our birthday. 

We check our phones and find the happy birthday texts from mom, dad, jack, Quinn, and both teams. There’s 50 texts for both of us to go through. But there’s one in the hockey chat that catches both of our eyes:

j bone🦴🏒: party tonight at the house for the Hughes’s. 

grano🏒: party starts at 9, the birthday kiddos don’t have to bring their own booze

keato🏒: so the rest of you idiots make sure you chip in enough booze to get both of them drunk as fuck. coach cancelled morning lift so we can get hammered tonight

moyle🏒: I do need like 3 or 4 volunteers to stay sober and keep an eye on everyone and make sure people get home safe. 

chic🐥🏒: and invite all the girls that you know and have them spread the word. I don’t wanna look at you ugly fucks all night long. (except you morg)

Me and Luke both audibly laugh out loud at that text chain. So looks like I know what I’m doing tonight. I text the girls on the team about the party and tell them that they can all come, even if most of them hate me. Luke then hands me a bag and says, “Here. Happy birthday.”

“Thanks. Here’s your present. Open them together. One!”

“Two!”

“Three!”

We open our presents at the same time. I gave Luke a new watch with “born together, die together” engraved on the band and a huge block M in the middle of it. I can tell he loved it because he had a huge smile on his face. I open his gift and it’s a ring. There’s two birds on it and the band has the same thing engraved in it. I slide it on my finger and it fits perfectly. He probably asked mom for my size. I say, “Luke, this is beautiful. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He says and we hug. Dylan finally gets up and says happy birthday giving us both hugs. I say, “I gotta go. I have lift in an hour. I’ll see you tonight.”

*Later on that night*

I’m at the house for the party that J Bone, Keato, Grano, and Moyle are throwing me and Luke. Surprisingly, my teammates came. I made sure to hide any alcohol I drank just in case. I don’t trust them to not tell coach. And I’m good at playing off being drunk if I have to.

I finally see Ethan for the first time today. He hugs me and says, “Happy birthday beautiful.” That’s the first time he’s ever called me beautiful. It was nice. He whispers in my ear, “I got you something. But I left it at the house so I’ll give it to you later.” I giggle and just nod. I whisper back to him, “I’m a little tipsy but trying to hide it from my teammates. Can we dance so I can let loose a little bit?”

“Of course. Anything for the birthday girl.” He smiles and takes my hand leading me to the dance floor. As far as I know, Ethan is also drunk. I mean I smelt the beer on his breath. He’s behind me with his hands on my hips guiding them to the music. I look up at him and he looks so hot. 

I started admitting to myself a few months back that I have feelings for him. I refuse to say anything because of the team and he’s my best friend. I don’t wanna ruin that. But there’s a mysterious confidence that takes over and says, “You look hot.”

“Not as hot as you morg.”

“Stop flirting and kiss me Edwards.” He leans in and kisses me. Everybody cheers around us and goes back to doing whatever. Sparks fucking flew when he kissed me. I might be tipsy but when sparks fly, you notice and you remember. I’m glad it was Ethan kissing me and not some random guy. Everything with Ethan felt right though. He’s my best friend, but that’s all he ever will be.

January, 2023

Morgan’s POV

It was currently 7:30 in the morning. I just got out of lift and was heading to my car when I see none other than my best friend, Ethan Edwards, leaning against my door. I smile and just keep walking without saying anything. As I get closer, I see the long look on his face. Something’s up. I ask, “Ethan, what’s going on?”

“We need to talk morg.”

“Ok. Can it wait? I have class at 8 and need coffee.”

“I put a coffee in your car, and a bagel with cream cheese so that you eat. You left it unlocked and no it can’t wait. But I’ll be quick since you have class.”

“Ok, what’s going on then?”

“I can’t keep doing this anymore morg.”

I say very confused, “Doing what?”

“Pretending.” He says looking up at me.

“Ethan, what are you talking about?”

“I can’t keep pretending that what happened the night of your birthday didn’t mean anything.” He says looking kinda sad. Maybe ashamed? I can’t get a read on his emotions. “Ethan, we were drunk. It didn’t mean anything. We’re just friends. Now can you move? I have class in 25 minutes and need to change.”

He says trying to get me to stop, “I’m not done.”

“Well I have class Ethan. Can you move so I can go? We can talk after.”

I push him off my car and out of my way before driving to class. What the hell is his problem? Showing up at the end of my lift trying to tell me something important knowing that I have class directly after. Like who the hell does he think he is? The only reason I’m not upset is because he bought me coffee. That boy truly knows the way to my heart, that’s for sure.

*After class*

I get out of class and see Ethan waiting for me outside. I roll eyes and scoff as I walk by him. I hear him come after me. He says, “Morgs, wait. Please?”

“What Ethan? I’m exhausted and trying to go get my bats from your house because I left them there and I need to get cage work in. What is so fucking important Ethan?” I snap at him as I keeping walking to my car. He grabs my hand to stop me, “I can’t keep pretending that your birthday meant nothing to me morgs.”

“Ethan, let go of me. I’m not doing this with you today. I have to be at the cage with Hutch in 45 minutes and I need my bats from the house. Let go and we can talk later.”

“When is later gonna be?”

“Maybe when I’m not so overwhelmed that I want to cry all the fucking time from my six classes and two workouts and practices everyday. How’s that?”

“Morgs…”

“Don’t Ethan. I don’t have time for this right now. I’ll see you at practice.” I push by him and get in my car and drive towards the house that I live at with Ethan. I let the music take over my brain as I drive. When I get to the house, I see that Ethan is there. I mean I figured he’d go home since he lives there. He tries talking to me again though, “Morgs, please. Just give me five minutes.”

“Ethan, no. I already told you that I’m not doing this right now.” I say as I go upstairs to grab the bats that I left in my room. Luke, Dylan, Mackie, and Mark are home and watching this whole thing go down like it’s a movie. I come back downstairs and he’s standing there waiting for me. 

He says desperately, “I just need five minutes. It takes fifteen minutes to get from here to the cages and you speed so I know that you have time to spare to just listen to me.”

“I can’t do this right now. I’m way too stressed to deal with this. I promise we can talk later.” I say as I grab 3 red bulls and head towards the door brushing by him. He yells after me as I approach the door, “Morgs, I’m trying to tell you that I’m fucking in love with you.”

Everybody in the house stops what they are doing, including me. 

“I’ve been trying to tell you for a while. I’ve known since we kissed on your birthday. Actually, I think I knew before that. None of that matters now, morgs I’m in love with you.”

“Ethan, you can’t just drop that bomb on me when I’m walking out the door because you feel like it. That’s not fair.”

Ethan exclaims, “Oh no, don’t throw this on me. You don’t get to do that. I’ve been trying to tell you all fucking day. I’ve been trying to tell you for like a month. You’ve been blowing me off.”

“Ethan there’s a reason for that. I’m a two sport athlete trying to juggle preseason training, mid-season training, practice, games, and a heavy course load so I’m sorry that I’ve been a little flakey lately.” I sigh after I get that out. 

“Did you even hear what I said? Do you even care?”

I yell back, “Of course I fucking care Ethan. I’ve been a little stressed lately so excuse me that being in love with my best friend is on the back burner and isn’t my first priority right now.”

“Are you even listening to yourself right now? I don’t care that you have class, and practice, and workouts that take up most of your time. I don’t care about anything of that because I get it. You forget that I’m an athlete too, sorry not all of us are two sport athletes Morgan.” He snaps, like actually snaps. 

I hear Luke mutter, “oh fuck.” I look at Ethan with daggers. I take a deep breath so that I don’t actually kill him. “I’m not doing this Ethan, especially not if we’re just gonna scream at each other. I have stuff to do. I’m not talking to you until we’ve both cooled down so that neither of us say something we regret.” I say and walk out not giving him a chance to say anything. I sit in my car and cry for a few minutes before going to my cage session.

*At the Cages* 

I’m taking my frustration out at the cages with Hutch. This is the only time of day that I get to hit since we have afternoon hockey practice and I have class in the morning. I confide in this woman like no other. She knows all about hockey and everything with Ethan. She takes notice that I’m hitting everything a lot harder than usual. She asks, “What’s going on kiddo?”

“Nothing. I’m just exhausted. I forgot what preseason is like.”

“Morg, I know something is wrong. We’ve been at this for an hour so let’s take a break ok?”

“I’m fine coach. I don’t need a break. This is the only time of day I have to work on softball so can we please just hit?”

“If you think I’m gonna let you practice like this then your crazy. I know something is wrong. So sit and talk. Now.”

I take a breath and sit down on a bucket with her. I take this time to catch my breath since I was definitely overexerting myself. She asks, “morgs, honey, what’s going on?”

“Me and Ethan kinda blew up at each other today. Badly. We’ve never done that before. And I’ve been flakey with him for like a month too.”

“What’s going on with you and Ethan?”

“He told me that he’s in love with me.”

“Oh. Morg, you’ve been in love that boy for a very long time, why did you get upset at him telling you?”

“How much time you got?” I say and we both laugh. She chuckles saying, “More than you.” That causes us to laugh even more knowing that she’s right. I ask, “Do you really wanna know?”

“I just want you to be ok. Or as ok as a two sport collegiate athlete can be. If that means sitting on a bucket and talking about the boy that you’ve loved for a long time then yea I wanna know.”

“He showed up after lift this morning. Saying how he couldn’t keep pretending that what happened the night of my birthday meant nothing to him.”

“What happened?”

“We kissed. We were drunk, but I didn’t tell you that, and we just kissed. We both had blamed it on the alcohol not wanting to ruin the friendship or anything. And yea I was a little heartbroken but I knew that’s what needed to be done so it was whatever. I brushed him off and told him that we could talk later because I needed to get to campus because I had class.”

“Good. I always tell you girls, never let a boy get in the way of your studies or your softball.”

“Trust me, Ethan won’t, and he knows that. Anyways, when I get done with class he’s waiting for me outside the building. And tries talking to me again. I would’ve been able to avoid talking to him but I left my bats at the house like an idiot.”

“Why were they at his house?”

I explain, “I live there too. None of the girls wanted me at the softball houses so I live with my brother and his friends. I wanted to live with Luke anyways.”

“Fair enough. I take you ran into him at the house?”

“That’s an understatement. Like I knew he would be there because he lives there too but I figured he would drop it because I was very adamant that I didn’t wanna talk to him at the moment. He dropped the bomb as I walking out the door. And I guess I just lost it.”

“What do you mean lost it?”

I smile, “I basically screamed at him. I was so mad, he literally yelled that he was in love with me in front of the whole house as I was walking out the door to come here. He said that he had been trying to tell me for a while or something. So I snapped back at him about how he can’t just drop a bomb on me like that when I’m walking out the door. And how it wasn’t fair.”

“I‘m gonna go out on a limb and say that it didn’t sit well with him?” She said. I chuckles and shake my head no. I say, “God no. That made it worse I think. He yelled back how I don’t get to turn it around on him since he’s been trying to tell me for a month but that I’ve been blowing him off.”

“Well, have you been blowing him off?” She inquires.

I say, “Well yea, but not because of that. I’m two sport athlete and I’m trying to juggle training for two teams, a heavy course load, and hockey games. Plus I’m on track to graduate early from my high school AP credits so there’s just a lot on my mind. It’s not that I want to blow him off and be flakey towards him, I’m just overwhelmed with everything right now. He accused me of not caring Hutch. Like how do I not care? If anything, I care too much.”

“I know. And I’m sure he knows too. It’s Ethan Edwards we’re talking about. He knows you care. He knows you better than Luke does. He knows you better than you know yourself. He probably just said it in the heat of the moment with emotions running high.”

“I mean yea but that doesn’t mean I don’t care. Like, I’m obviously in love with him but with everything else going on in my life, being in love with my best friend is on the back burner. I just haven’t had the time or energy to think about it. Especially because even though I was drafted with Luke, I want my degree before going pro. I want both of them. Because I want a masters in athletic training. So I need to think about grad school now too. There’s just so much on my plate and he’s just not a priority anymore.” I say letting the stress prevail in my tone.

“Maybe that’s why your so stressed.” She says.

“What do you mean?”

Coach explains, “Last season, even with all the drama, you were the happiest I’ve seen you. And I think that it had a direct correlation to Ethan. I had Alex keeping me in the loop last year, and this year McKenna. Anytime you were pissed at Ethan your general mood and attitude were different. Even your game was different. You had some of your best games when you and Ethan were on good terms. You need him Morg. More than you want to admit, and I know that it’s scary, but you need that boy in your life.”

“I know, but it’s so hard. And he called me Morgan coach.”

Her face drops, “Oh.”

“Yea. He’s never, ever called me Morgan. Luke doesn’t even call me Morgan. So now I don’t know what to do.”

“Ok, I’m calling it for the day.” She says standing up.

“What? Why?”

“Because you are in no condition for this and that’s ok. Go home, talk to him, and get your mind right. The only way you’re going to succeed on the ice, on the field, and in the classroom is if you talk to him and get your head on straight. I’m serious go home and talk to him.”

“Ok. I’ll see you tomorrow morning for lift.” She smiles and nods and we just pick up the balls in peace. I grab my stuff and get in my car driving off towards my brothers house. I text Luke:

me: is he home?

moose🫎: yea.

moose🫎: morgy, what the hell happened?

moose🫎: I mean I was there and witnessed it but what the hell happened?

moose🫎: and are you ok?

me: honestly Lukey, I have no clue what happened.

me: is he ok?

moose🫎: no. he hasn’t left his room. 

moose🫎: scratch that. he just came down for food. pls fix this

me: I’m on my way to do that. pls stall him.

I drive to their house as fast as I can. I’m definitely driving too fast but that’s fine. It’s not important right now. I take a deep breath before getting out of the car and then take another deep breath before going inside. I see Ethan in the kitchen talking to Luke. I say to Ethan, “Can I talk to you?”

“Are you just gonna yell at me? Because if you are then no. I’m not just gonna be your punching bag because your stressed, that’s not fair to me.”

“I’m not gonna yell at you.”

“Then yea, we can talk.”

Luke excuses himself and goes to the living room where the rest of the house is. They’re probably there to watch this train wreck go down. My hands are definitely shaking right now. Ethan takes my hand to stop the shaking, “hey, what’s going on?”

“Ethan I’m so sorry about earlier.”

“It’s ok, morgs. I said some things that I probably shouldn’t have too.” He squeezes my hand. 

“No it’s not Ethan. I shouldn’t have said any of what I did. I shouldn’t have accused you of just dropping it on me like that when I know it’s not true. And I’m sorry that I’ve been flaking out and blowing you off recently.”

He pushes the hair out of my face and says, “Hey, it’s ok. I know that you have a lot on your plate. I’m sorry for saying that you don’t care. I know that you care, it was a heat of the moment thing and I didn’t mean it at all.” 

“No, it’s not ok Ethan. Just because I have a lot going doesn’t mean I get to blow my best friend off and take all the stress out on you. I’m sorry for that. I need you, Ethan. I need you and I don’t wanna push you away.” I say crying at this point. 

Ethan pulls me in for a hug and lets me cry into his chest. He pulls away and wipes my tears. He looks in my eyes and says, “You could never push me away. I need you too. Ok? And I love you. So much.”

“I love you too Ethan.” 

He leans down and kisses me. I feel the same sparks that I did 4 months ago on my birthday. They’re obviously good sparks. We kiss for what feels like forever before we both hear Luke say, “Alright, alright. That’s enough. I get that you guys are in love but that’s still my twin.”

“And you’re afraid of her, I’m not.” Ethan shoots back with a raised eyebrow. I giggle and Ethan pulls me into him. I hug him and he holds me like that. Ethan looks at his phone and then says, “Ok, we’ll be upstairs. See you losers later.”

“Door open Edwards. I’m too young to be an uncle.”

“I’ll be sure to relay the information to McKenna that your too young to be a dad so you don’t wanna have sex with her.”

“At least wear protection.”

“Gross dude.” Ethan says pulling up the stairs. He leads me into his room and closes the door behind him. I giggle at that, knowing Luke is gonna go crazy. Ethan lays on his bed and pulls me with him. Once we both get comfortable he says, “Do you wanna talk about it?”

“About what?”

“Why you are so stressed that you’re pushing me away?”

“Ethan…” I say trailing off. 

“Baby, I knew you were getting stressed but I was trying to let you deal with it. The guys noticed too. What’s going inside your pretty little head?”

“Between preseason softball workouts, midseason hockey stuff, school shit, games, having to practice on my own for softball, all that drama within itself. And I’ve been thinking about grad school too. There’s just so much going on.”

“Instead of pushing me away, put some of that on me.”

“I can’t do that Ethan.”

“I’m asking you too morgs. At least the stress from hockey. Let me deal with that to lighten your load a little bit. Please baby, I’m worried about you.” Ethan says with a sigh. He rubs circles on my back too. I have to say, I missed this. I missed him. I missed us. I give into him, “Fine. But only hockey.”

“Good. And I’m sorry for calling you Morgan.”

“It’s ok.”

“Hey morgs?”

“Yea?”

“Does this mean that you’re my girlfriend now?”

“Do you want me to be your girlfriend?”

“Do bears shit in the woods?”

I giggle, “then yes. I’m your girlfriend.” He smiles and kisses me, like million times. It’s cute how excited he is. Like a kid in a candy store. He pulls me on top of him into a bear hug. He rolls us over so that he’s on top and then kisses me passionately. He smiles, “Now I get to show you off to the whole world as my girlfriend.”

“Well, Ethan Edwards my boyfriend, has a much better ring to it than oh we’re just friends.”

“Good. Now about the team?”

“Um, I don’t care. I mean our whole class knows that we’re together now so it really doesn’t matter. And I’m sure coach has had his suspicions for a while so it doesn’t matter.”

“Ok.” He said and kissed me again. We stay cuddling in his bed until practice. 

May 2023

Today was the day we were playing UCF in the regional final in Florida for the NCAA tournament. To say that you were nervous was an understatement. Since both the Devils and the Canucks weren't in the playoffs, my whole family was here. Mom, dad, Quinn, Jack, and Luke. I mean, Luke was gonna come regardless, he’s my twin so obviously he’d be here.

Today could be the last game of the season if we lose. I obviously don’t want to lose. The whole team pulled up to Orlando for this, making a headline on ESPN. Straight up. The headline was: “Michigan ice hockey team seen getting rowdy in support of their female teammate who is also a member of Michigan softball at the NCAA Regional Tournament down in Orlando.” Apparently they interviewed like Luke, and Nolan, and Ethan, some of the guys. It was kinda cool. I was glad to have them because they keep me calm, cool, and collected.

Especially Ethan. Ever since we started officially dating in January, everything has been smooth sailing. Which I’m happy about, especially since Luke isn’t going back to AA next fall. He’s signed a rookie contract with the Devils and is moving in with Jack. Good luck to Luke on that.

Anyways, back to the game. Today is do or die. I’m catching and batting third. Like I have done all season as long as I was healthy. I had some back issues and knee issues flare up while I was playing both hockey and softball at the same time. But I’ve been relatively fine since hockey ended. I was probably over working myself.

It’s the like 5th inning or something and I’m up to bat. I hit a hard line drive to the outfield and run to first. I turn to go to second when I feel something click in my knee and it buckles. I instantly fall in pain but crawl back to first. I’m not costing us an out. We call time and the trainer gets me up and off the field.

“What happened?”

“I rounded first and there was a click, it buckled, and then there was a lot of pain.” I say trying not to cry. The trainer says a bunch of things but I’m not listening. I do hear him say, “it could be ACL. Not gonna know the full story until you get back to michigan and get an MRI. For now, here’s a brace and crutches. Ok?”

“Ok.”

“Can I get you anything?”

“Just my phone and maybe some gatorade please?”

“Yea.” He leaves the room and comes back five minutes later with my phone and some gatorade for me. “Unfortunately, since this isn’t our facility, I can’t let anyone down here to be with you right now. I’m sorry.”

“It’s ok. Thank you.” He nods and walks out of the room. I immediately let my tears flow. It hurts a lot. Almost as much as when I blocked my brother’s slap shot with my chest and couldn’t breathe. I open my phone and text Ethan:

me: I need you to walk away from my family, more importantly my brothers, and call me. please Ethan!

eddy❤️: ok.

After about two minutes, I get a FaceTime from Ethan. I answer it and he immediately asks, “Are you ok baby?”

I shake my head no, “No. It’s my knee.”

“I figured. Do you know what’s wrong?”

“No, he said that we aren’t gonna know anything until we get back home. How is everyone?” I ask trying to change the subject.

“Freaking out. That’s not important, how are you?”

“Not good. I’m scared and in pain.”

“I’m sorry beautiful. They can’t let me down there can they?”

“No. Since it’s not Michigan facilities they can’t even let my parents down here. It sucks. Because they are still playing so I’m all alone.”

“I’m here. I know I’m not physically with you but I’m right here. Do you want me to get Luke?”

“God no. I just need you Ethan.” I say and start crying. I can’t be alone right now and I wish he could be here. God I need my boyfriend right now. He says, “Hey, morgs it’s ok. You’re gonna be ok. Baby, look at me.” I look at him through the phone and he says, “I need you to breathe for me. Just take slow, deep breaths. Like the ones I make you do before State games. You’re ok.”

I take the deep breaths like he tells me to and I feel a little better. At this point the trainer came back in with Hutch. I say to Ethan, “I got to go Ethan. The trainer and my coach wanna talk. I’ll see you and don’t tell anyone you talked to me.”

“Ok, I love you and you’re gonna be fine.” He smiles and winks. He hangs up before I get to say that I love him too. Hutch and the trainer smile when they realize I was on the phone with Ethan. Hutch says, “We lost 9-4. I’m sorry kid. The season is over. We’re heading back to school tonight. I know that you’re family is here, so you own’t have to return with us if you don’t want.”

“I’m gonna talk to my mom first.”

“Ok. I understand. And I understand if you want to go home with your family. Hey, it’s gonna be ok kid. We’ll figure it out.”

“Thanks Coach. And thanks for a great season.” She nods and pats my back before heading out. She knows that I don’t want any of the girls in here. I can’t deal with all of that right now. The trainer says, “I talked to the UCF staff. They said I can let 3 people down here. Who do you want me to get?”

“My mom, Luke, and Ethan.” He nods and walks out of the training room. I focusing on breathing and calming myself for when they come in. After like 10 minutes my mom, Luke, and Ethan come walking in. My mom instantly hugs me. And then Luke, and then Ethan. He probably holds me the longest.

My mom asks, “Ok, what did the trainer say?”

“He said that he doesn’t really know what it could be and that I need to get it looked at back home.” I say with a half smile. My mom takes a deep breath and says, “Ok. Our flight back leaves tonight, so I don’t know when the team is leaving but we can get you a ticket and figure something out.”

“The team is also leaving tonight so I’ll just go with them.” She nods and says, “I’ll give you guys a few minutes. Feel better honey and let me know about the flight and stuff.” I nod and then Ethan comes over and really hugs me after. Like a bone crushing hug. But it’s fine because I started crying when he hugged me so this hug is hiding my tears. 

He pulls away and wipes my tears. He smiles and says, “We’re gonna figure this out baby. I promise. Together.” I nod and pull him back in to hug him. He lets go and moves so that Luke can hug me again. Luke says, “Hey, it’s ok. I got your back. We got this, together. You’re my twin, and the Hughes Twins are tough as nails. Born together?”

“Die together. Thank you Luke. I love you.”

“I love you too morgy. Let’s get you home yea?” I nod and then we head out. Ethan helps me carry everything to the team bus and stuff. He hugs me and says, “I’ll see you in Michigan, I love you baby.”

“I love you too Ethan.” I kiss him before getting on the bus with the team. I put my headphones in and close my eyes and drift off to my own little world. This is about to be the worst summer ever, possibly longer.

[aohisworld]

for the enha boys — do you get jealous when xiulin one ups you ?

for xiulin — whats one instance when the boys have one upped you ?

(In terms of aohi)

— 🐥: “I wish I could say it’s all jokes and laughs, but Xiulin-noona’s too suspicious sometimes!”

— 🦊: “Eung! Sometimes I see Xiulin being too close for comfort with Aohi, and I try not to think too much of it but like the proximity is dangerous!”

— 🦌: “I think jealousy is a big thing especially with a relationship like ours. If I’m not jealous of the guys then I’m jealous of Xiulin.”

— 🐧: “You guys overthink it too much, she’s only being affectionate because that’s how best friends are with girls.”

— 🐈‍⬛: “Sunghoon, buddy, you just have the stupidest reason ever and I can’t believe it came out of your mouth instead of Jake’s.” He shakes his head, crossing his arms in disappointment.

— 🦮: “HEY!” He furrows his eyebrows. “… but really, Xiulin gets too close to Aohi sometimes, and we can’t help but feel jealous… well because, Xiulin’s always been there for her.. and there’s just some things that we as guys get insecure about.”

— 🐱: “I think Xiulin-noona was like, an enemy in our past life, because you don’t know how many times she’s basically girlfriend-blocked us, like there was this one time, Aohi and I were supposed to go for a little cute ice cream date, and she came along, and I felt like I was the one third-wheeling…”

— 🐥: “Don’t get us wrong though, Aohi tries her best to soothe us and our worries, but sometimes the guilt is still there, we weren’t really the best group, so we’ll be jealous, but we’ll feel guilty being jealous.”

🦦: “the one time the boys have one-upped me, truly.. ?” She sits to think.

“This might sound corny but… catching Aohi’s heart.” She shrugs in her seat. “I’ve always been open with my feelings towards Aohi and she knows it well, and the boys couldn’t even try to come close to how well I treat Aohi. (No offense)”

“But I truly only ever been one-upped when Aohi decided to pick the boys over me, it means they had something I didn’t and you know, I’ve come to terms with it, besides, now I enjoy knowing I can always do better than them for Valentine’s.”

“other than that, Aohi adores me, she’d never really leave me behind, and I wouldn’t either, I could care less if the boys are better than me at everything, at least Aohi’s there to give me her attention, and that’s enough for me.”

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Call of duty modern warfare 2

Chickie 🐥: Reyes is an ass lmao i crave to write more about this man, specially on the next chapter. I also gotta see how the flip do i introduce Roze properly smskksksk

Characters: Soap/Gaz/Price/Ghost/Nova/Reyes/Gus

Tags: soap misbehaving/ghost being ghost/nasty flashback of Hassan's death/ angry Price/military paperwork nonsense/ Gus having the worst timing/ happy-oregano mention/ cooking.

Nsfw tags: mommy kink/slight teasing/riding / Gus is a switch/ oral/ thigh kink/ quickie(?/ Office sex/ unprotected sex/ slight breeding kink at the end idk.

It would be a shame to miss today's morning weather, but it would be a greater shame to miss the opportunity of spending some alone time with Rodriguez.

So, you made sure to see through Soap's favor. Still, you'll have to figure out how to approach Rodriguez... You work better under pressure, so you decided to wait until you arrived to the office to figure something out.

It's been a while since you felt this light and giddy, before Hassan's whole ordeal two months ago specifically... But was it that obvious though? It must be if Soap could tell so quickly, you two may know each other for long but he wasn't that much of a close observer when it came to you, was he? Was that ONE time with Rodriguez really turning you back to your old self? Just how desperate for intimacy were you? Was a quickie really the cure for the heaviness you felt cloud your mind everyday? No matter... It still didn't ease the hatred you sometimes felt towards yourself... -

Bump!

Just when you were about to make a beeline to the stairs an arm harshly pressed you against the wall. With a huff and a murderous stare you looked up to your mysterious attacker, but it melted when you registered his voice speaking in an annoyed tone.

"First rule. Never get too comfortable in your surroundings, always sharpen your senses."

"It's good to see you again too, lieutenant!" You sarcastically bit back moving his arm away and fixing your hair. Ghost looked at you unimpressed, a small expectant glint in his eyes made the sudden silence awkward until you sighed at the realization of what exactly had him coming to you like this.

"I missed training-"

"Y'knew I was coming back from the mission today morn. Where the bloody hell were you if not at the gym were you were supposed to be waiting an hour ago, Hound?" He grunts. Was really Mr. Grumpy pants cock blocking you right now over a missed gym session?

"I forgot, i'm sorry... Tonight, though?"

Ghost eyes squinted displeased. It wasn't your intention to keep the man waiting, honestly? You really did forget about training, in your defense there was an insanely amount of paperwork to drop off to Price's office, to later inform him and be surprised by the "hacked" alarms you were totally going to have checked right now. Obviously. Your destination clearly was NOT Price's office at all.

"Today at five." Ghost growled.

"Come on, i have stuff to finish and-"

"At five. Don't make me repeat myself, Hound."

You shifted your posture with an exasperated sigh now turning to your left to face the stairs but not leaving Ghost's hulking form.

"You really must have missed me tons to come here begging me to train with you, lieutenant." You replied with a cheeky smile.

"I'm not begging. It's an order." He breathed out.

"Throwing orders now, are we? Y'know... I was JUST told to get some rest."

Ghost pushed you back against the wall with little resistance from you. This man could be so predictable at times...

His right hand gripped your shoulder and the other hit the wall in a threatening manner, you didn't even blink unimpressed when your eyes met through his mask's holes. His gaze was stern and... Worried. You have known Ghost for years now, and you were confident to say you could read him almost as well as he could read you.

He didn't need to speak a word for you to know what he wanted to say right now. It's been months, you needed to get back to the field.

"Alright..." You whispered, but he didn't move.

You looked to your sides to make sure no one was around and see the compromising position you two were in, your lieutenant seemed to get the hint and straightened his back mirroring your action. He sighed and muttered "Laswell brought a package for you, i made sure to inform her before to have it dropped to my office s' soon as possible." Oh...

"Did i ruin the surprise not arriving sooner to the gym? I'm sure you had it prepared for me in pink flowery wrapping paper too." You chuckled, and he was simply done with your clownery. "S'not a surprise when you know exactly what it is."

Of course you know what it is... And it angered him to the core to have the package delivered in the first place, even so, he made the effort to check it out first not letting anyone see it before you could. It was you who requested to use a mask like the others did, yet this one was different, so it took a while to make. Different in looks with a hidden purpose Ghost had figured the moment he heard you explain the design to Laswell. It wasn't a skull mask like the others, this one covered your lower face and it resembled a dog's snout, it's teeth showing out in a threatening growl, a proper design for your codename. Sargeant (Y/n) Hound (L/n). Captain Price's loyal war dog.

But that wasn't what bothered him. You didn't JUST wear it for the fashions, the bloody thing's purpose was to act as a muzzle.

He clenched his fists knowing that the moment you get your pretty hands on that fucking mask you won't stop wearing it, so he, (as he's been doing lately) will have to use his authority to snap you out of your trauma.

"You are NOT to use your mask out of missions."

Your eyes shot to his at lightning speed, but just when you were about to complain a couple of rookies walked by, their muffled conversations carried through the hall, so you two stood there in silence until they left.

Ghost continued the moment they were out of earshot. "Your head is still stuck in that building." The damned building Hassan was hiding in.

"And that is WHY i must wear the mask." All humour from before dissipated instantly from your voice.

"There's no place to discuss. You acted on impulse and did what had to be done, that's it." You parted your lips but he cut you again harshly. "It's done." Ghost lowered his voice a little "We all become monsters under our very own eyes the moment we make our first kill. You are no different, and this was not your first-"

That had you instantly replying "it was my first time murdering someone in such way-" He quickly topped your voice again with a snarl "You did what you had to do to save Jhonny, the blood on your mouth had to be spilled one way or another."

That was a harsh way to word it... Yet... It's true. But that doesn't mean it had to be spilled in such gruesome way.

Hassan's body looked unrecognizable after your brutal display of violence. A primitive rage possessed your body clouding your senses completely, and the bastard that had been pinching your asses for weeks played the role of recipient for your accumulated rage. The moment he didn't pay attention to your lurking form from behind, you caught him red-handed when he was about to throw Soap out the bloody window, you pounced, your gun be damned when you tossed it aside attacking the bastard with your bare fists ripping whatever was covering his ridiculously delicate skin from your nails and teeth. You remember biting his throat so hard you swore to feel the bone. Like a starving predator feasting on it's pathetic prey.

The breakfast from this morning almost made an exit through your mouth while remembering the whole thing.

You lowered your face, but Simon was quick to lift it by your chin. His chocolate eyes inspected your blank expression closely, as if waiting for any sign you were about to break... How pathetic.

You two seemed to be at a loss of words until he once again stepped back and you muttered "Today at five...". He seemed content with your reply and walked away in silence.

Well, now you really need that stress reliever.

As if on cue, Price walked downstairs in a rush. When he spotted you he sighed in relief. "There you are, was just 'bout to ask you a favor... You wouldn't mind watching the kids upstairs, would you?"

The plan worked. "Did they make a fuss when you caught them, sir?" You bit back a snicker at the mental imagine of Price scolding them like a principal would to two naughty students skipping class and messing around.

"Two others scaped before I could do anything." He shook his head "Whoever they were won't face consequences today, but Mactavish and Rodriguez were dumb enough to get caught so now I have them ordering the whole ocean of old paperwork from my office."

Juuuust as planned. Wait- Shit, his office? The two of them together?

"I see. Do you need a babysitter by any chance?" You pouted and Price smirked "if you're free, sure! Heard Simon was looking for you." Seriously...? "Already dealt with that. So, what will I get in return for my babysitting shift?" Maybe you sounded flirtier than you intended, because when Price was taking his hat off to brush his growing hair back, his eyes widened, a shadow of a smirk played on the corner of his mouth and a slight blush grazed his pale cheeks.

"A please and thank you from your favorite captain. Now go make your old man the favor, yeah? Forgot i got a meeting with Laswell, can't keep my eyes on the brats upstairs. Thanks, sweetheart." He finally purred dismissing you.

Before he left, John threw you a wide smile when you walked upstairs so you didn't catch the look of satisfaction from your captain because thanks to your little banter. Price noticed the change in your demeanor. You weren't distant or quiet, you actually played and teased back just like you used to.

"What a forgetful morning for all of us..." You chuckled to yourself walking to steps at a time.

Well, now you ALSO had to figure out a way to get Rodriguez alone, hopefully in your old office. And that's if he even wanted to continue where you left off.

A knock on the door announced your arrival, then you opened the door and slid in. You bit down your excitement with an amused smile at the scene before you. Mactavish rised his head from the bundle of papers he was previously scanning from his lap at Price's chair.

"Hound! What a surprise!" Yeah, very convincing.

You shot him a nasty look and he quickly shrugged with a nervous smile "Wouldn't be here if Gus never mentioned me on the microphone!" You turned your gaze to where Soap was pointing. And there he was.

Rodriguez was looking directly at you , his mouth hanged open and his dark-honey eyes went wide as plates while he was carrying a big chunk of folders in both arms.

He genuinely looked surprised to see you again, this soon at least. A dust of pink kissed his cheeks at the memory of your last interaction. His tan skin and the few locks of dark hair that peeked under his beret glowed with the sun light from the nearby window. Rodriguez looked so soft and otherworldly you felt your own cheeks return the flush.

You rised a brow and he snapped from his trance coughing nervously and finally wetting his lower plump lip. "Sargeant Hound! I-it's a pleasure, a-an honour! We uh... Never got introduced before, properly at least-...?"

You smiled teasingly, he seemed mesmerized by the gesture biting back a wide embarrassed smile of his own. "My name is Gustavo Rodríguez, but everyone calls me Gus, if you please...'' he stuttered, his accent thick and rich just like his-

"Come on guys, i can't concentrate! Can you both take introductions to the other office or something? I'm busy here..." Soap's voice interrupted your short interaction.

Gus looked back at the other man, gave a curt nod, smiled at you appologetically and finally resumed ordering his tile of papers. You felt a tingle of disappointment when the Puerto Rican didn't catch the hint. Was he that oblivious? Or was it his way of hinting he didn't seek to spend some alone time with you?

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Gus." You said in a singsong voice, and sat on the couch at his side after he replied with a rushed "likewise, ma'am."

Silence invaded the office, the only sounds breaking it were from random pages being flipped and moved around. Sometimes Rodriguez would ask something to Soap in a hushed way like breaking the silence would earn him another punishment, Soap would respond in a normal tone and help him patiently with whatever he needed.

Some time later, you crossed paths with Soap when you stood up to pick a paper he accidentally dropped and he gave you this tight-lipped smile like he couldn't handle the awkwardness of the whole situation and was apologizing silently for getting caught and being in the middle of you two.

What you didn't ponder of this plan was that if it actually worked, Soap being there or not, the amount of paperwork would keep Gus busy easily for a few hours.

So you decided to join them quietly picking a random stash of papers and begun looking through the dates and numbers from the bottom corners, you were already familiar with their ordering dynamic after spending twenty minutes looking at their every move from the other side of the room. As expected, three people worked faster than two. And you were already used to ordering Price's mess of useless scattered old reports back in the day, so you were a grace of fresh air for the already exhausted men in the room.

After some time, the mountain of old reports and unimportant papers was low. You were finishing up dropping a bunch of plastic folders unceremoniously inside one drawer, a low sigh scaped your lips while making sure everything was in order inside it when suddenly, the warmth of a hand on your lower back startled you, but when you caught a whiff of Gus' cologne your shoulders slumped in relaxation.

"Sargeant? Muchas gracias... You have been helping us tiredesly, " He whispered causing goosebumps in your skin. You felt his body heat pressing to your side and you couldn't help but lean in with a sly smile.

You hummed and his breath felt hot against your ear, you enjoyed the slight ticklish sensation of his moustache against your neck as he spoke once more."Remind me to thank you any way you desire." Gus said when his hands found yours slowly closing the drawer you were inspecting. Work be damned.

The way he pronounced 'desire' in such delicious accent and lowered voice made the smile from your face falter and your thighs press together. Your eyes found Soap in the other side of the room, the big table in the center hid his crouched form, mumbling nonsense to himself as he seemed troubled searching for one specific folder, your eyes found Gustavo's who was now smiling widely waving the missing yellow folder the other sargeant was so adamant on finding.

"Sargeant Mactavish, i think i can take it from here." He said out loud, his amber eyes never left yours when you crossed your arms and leaned your hip against the side of the table. The smile you carried turned into a knowing smirk he quickly returned.

"Yeah, just give me a moment-... Ah shiet-... Where in god's ass is that jobby!?"

Soap started whining Scottish nonsense that made Gus frown and look at him in complete confusion breaking the heated stare you two previously shared. You took a step closer to him gaining back his attention, a hand traveled to his waist squeezing his side lightly earning a silent purr from the man who, just like you, was starting to get impatient as hell. You could tell from desperate look he had.

You should get a medal after all the paperwork you've done and the way you handled hours of sexual frustration doing said infernal task along the man you were craving to fuck on the very table you two were now leaning closely to.

"Mactavish get the fuck out of the office, please." You said with an angelic smile, Gus widened his eyes and held his breath.

Soap looked back at you stupefied by your tone while muttering "Yer awfy crabbit, lass... What's got ya-" at the realization of what was about to unbound when he saw your arm still stuck around Gus' waist and the little distance you two were in, he clapped his hands once with a "Welp! See ya then.", stood up and left.

You felt a little guilty for the way you kicked him out but right now your focus was on Gus, you'll make it up to Soap later...

Gazing back at him, amber eyes were already on you drinking you in, the blush of his cheeks have gotten much noticeable now that you two were finally close. He placed his hands on your hips fully facing you and took one shy step closer.

"You uh... There's something i need to tell you." His voice came out in another whisper.

"Moving quickly aren't we?" You purred.

He wasn't going to say what you were thinking right?

"I had admired you for so long, miss Hound..."

Miss hound? This man is hilarious, can't he get more adorable?

"Would you... Train me?"

You blinked twice "Train you?" He nodded. You adjusted your stance and placed your hands on his shoulders. Gus let's out a shaky breath as you pondered his petition.

"The quickie we had wasn't a way for you to get on my good side and ask me for random favours right?" It was clearly a joke but Gus went rigid and he genuinely looked hurt from such accusation, "Sargeant Hound-!" Shit "It's a joke." He sighed relieved, this man was so expressive you couldn't fight back a giggle.

"I'll do it, I'll train you."

"But i can't promise it'll be easy, i don't need to remind you i was personally trained by Ghost and Price-" His gave you a widened smile and his arms shot to hug you close twirling you around like a rag doll, his handsome laugh blessed your ears completely silencing the urge to complain at the sudden action.

"Lo siento! I've been dreaming to ask you this since forever! I've never thought I'd actually get the chance to train alongside you, and to have you personally training me? HOHO! Reyes and Nova won't believe this! I can't wait to start!-" He begun rumbling and you couldn't help but soften your eyes, his boyish excitement was so contagious, your hands cupped his cheeks and he took it as an invitation to lean closer and hush. Chests now pressed together, a look of raw adoration adorned face.

"I-... will shut up now." You squeeze his cheeks lightly with a chuckle, his stubble tickled your skin.

"Don't. Let a woman enjoy having a handsome man fawning over her, i could get used to it." He looked at you with a certain glint of smugness.

"Is that what you want, sargeant?"

It is what you want?

You loved your team, the boys always made you feel loved in their own respective ways, always making sure you were never left behind even when you isolated yourself like you had been doing these months. But right now, the way Gus was showering you in praises with a look that screamed want? You've never felt so desired and beautiful, not that you could remember.

"(Y/n)." You corrected.

"(Y/n)..." He repeated your name, tasting every letter on his tongue. You two started leaning into each other closer, his nose nudged yours, you rubbed the tips affectionately earning a low delighted chuckle from him.

You had waited enough. Your mouths collided in a desperate kiss. Desperate was the closest way to describe it, how your tongue hunted his and vice versa, how his half lidded eyes made him look drunk of your taste, your hands pushed his beret off grabbing his curly locks from the back of his head making the man growl into the kiss. Both of you grunted, moaned and melted into the ongoing make out more and more, limbs tangled into each other sensually.

Gus was an amazing kisser, you couldn't remember the last time you kissed someone like this. So full of want and need even though you two had toyed with each other ONCE and properly met TODAY.

The slight scratch of his facial hair, the taste of coffee on his mouth and the whiff of his fruity cologne you seemingly could never get enough of made you feel lightheaded, like you were floating. This man was a walking beacon of arousal.

But with the feeling came reality when Gus' strong arms picked you up, both hands cup your ass urging you to wrap your legs around his waist. You complied with an excited giggle.

"Wait-"

He sighed into your mouth carrying you to the black leather couch you had spent hours working on. "I have to apologize for yesterday... I was too impulsive and..."

"Hon, I'm on the pill, and we all get checked regularly. I trust you, do you trust me?" It was a simple question, a necessary one. Gus nodded slowly, his prominent blush still graced his cheeks. You leaned to kiss them and chuckled when you noticed his eyes were now glued to your cleavage as it heaved with your fast aroused breaths.

"Like what you see? Take my pants off right now." You whispered.

Gus chuckled nervously, his eyes looked away flustered, seemingly put on the spot. "Heh, i uh, sorry. I didn't know how to transition to that..."

He definitely couldn't get any cuter. His angelic face lit up in excitement and arousal the lower your pants were pulled, and with your aid, your panties followed.

The office basked on the warmth of the sunlight from the closed side window. The reports stuffed in folders of different colors and dates were separated carefully in various places through the whole overstuffed office. Price's big wooden table was clear from any paper with only his laptop laying there charging and Gustavo's forgotten beret.

The silence from the hall would have worried you if it wasn't for the early hours of the morning. Everyone was tending their own respective duties and/or training. That means...no one could hear the wet noises, growls, muffled moans and delighted meowls from inside of your beloved captain's office.

You currently lay on your back on the couch, your legs were wrapped around Gus' shoulders who was laying on the opposite side and funnily, due to his height, he had both his legs completely hanging off the edge, eagerly lapping at your cunt like a bear searching for the sugary treat of honey in desperate grunts and growls.

His hands squeezed your thighs a little hard with a delighted moan when your taste first coated his tongue. Your head threw back at the feeling of him attacking your clit in fast kitten licks, at the same time, his meaty index finger pressed to your entrance lubricating it to later thrust it in and massage your insides, his eagerness to taste you drove him away from your clit to slurp your juices hungrily once again, replacing his finger with his hot tongue, his big nose and moustache scratched the needy ache in your puffy nub deliciously. Dark jasper eyes were trained to your every expression, you could feel his smirk when he heard you moan his name like a god-damned prayer.

Gus groaned pleased at the feeling of your smaller hands tugging on his locks to rock yourself on his face, which was invitation enough to have him surprise you by lifting your thighs to push his himself further inside the mess of your hole, earning chorus of moans from your parted lips.

You knew the thigh grabbing would be a thing the moment he took your pants down and seemed to salivate at the sight of your legs. They were big and toned, years of training as the fastest and most agile member of the 141 task force made you build your legs like ones of a football player.

For Gus, you looked like a tasty treat. A goddess blessing him with the gift of a delicious wet cunt and the warmest embrace from your sexy thighs. He could die a happy man if you were to suffocate him between the wonderful warmth of your legs and the salty ocean of your pussy juices.

The Rican bit down hungrily at your inner thighs when he felt you clench them around his head once more announcing your approaching orgasm with desperate higher moans. Gus, ever the teasing bastard, denied your orgasm separating his hot tongue from your needy sex.

"W-wha-... What are you doing?" Frustration was plastered on your face when he smiled widely, his facial hair shone brightly lubricated with your sticky fluids, he cleaned them with the back of his hand, his tongue gave his hand a big lick afterwards making you huff and blush.

Gus rested his chin on your lower tummy, a handsome smile playing on his stupid teasing face when his hands massaged your abs feeling your rapid breaths. It was when your trembling hands grabbed his curly raven locks more firmly to force his mouth into your cunt that he grabbed your wrists halting you completely. "I want you to cum on my cock, corazón... If that's okay?" He clarified.

"What. Tired of the taste of pussy already, big boy?" You asked teasingly earning a hum from Gus who with a pussy-drunk look, winked you an eye saying "Never." In between throaty growls.

He lowered his head and burried his tongue deep inside your wet cavern again, this time thrusting his whole head against your pussy back and force making your whole body rock with his harsh movements. You had to bite down a scream covering your mouth muffling it, a moan of relief followed. Your pleasure-filled noises were music to his ears but also his sign to go back to being a complete asshole.

You growled in desperation when he begun unwrapping your legs from his neck denying your orgasm once more. Gus planted an apologetic kiss to your clit and moved your whole body with his strong arms so you were now kneeling on the cushion.

A laugh of surprise followed by a huff scaped his lips when you tangled yourself around him in a deadly grip making him lose his balance and fall backwards to the cushions with you now sitting on his still clothed erection, the friction made him clench his teeth in pleasure with a hiss.

"How the tables turn..." You said In a teasing purr, and he shivered, your body slowly lowers to his zipper's level. He lifted a little to help you pull his pants down with an excited chuckle.

Your toothy smile turned evil as your hands broke his hard cock from the confines of his black boxers. It stood proudly like a bloody missile ready for launching and explode your insides.

"There's my big boy..." You coo licking your lips.

He looked pleased with your reaction a shy smile replaced his smug facade. But soon he broke down from it and lifted a brow smirking at the ego boost.

"Come feel your big boy then, sargeant..." Gus must have thought you'd jump to his request of fucking you right now when he patted his right meaty thigh.

"Look at you, so smug." A yelp broke his cool demeanor when you hurriedly grabbed his dick by the base with both hands.

"Don't go thinking I won't have a taste first."

Gus looked at you like a starving man, almost regretful of his teasing. Almost.

You moved upwards leaning to his face, hands still firmly wrapped around his hard erection, he closed his eyes and parted his lips expecting a kiss. He looked angelic, his blushing cheeks gave him an air of innocence despite the strong arousal, but you had other plans, so you went to his right ear. Your lips kissed and nipped his lobe teasingly before you growled lowly. "You are testing my patience, i didn't take you for a fucking brat. Be a good boy and let me choke on that dick and NO teasing, or i swear to God you'll have blue balls for the rest of the day." Then you moved back to watch his handsome face.

He was looking at you in surprise blushing furiously. Gus' pupils went enormous eating the amber tone of his iris, his arousal did nothing but increase at your choice of words. A good boy huh? The Rican found himself growing painfully harder at the prospect of being your good boy. Your obedient boy toy always eager for your attention and affection.

His cock twitched at the annoyed look on your face. It was like a switch was triggered. He craved to change that look of displeasure at his previous teasing. To have you only look at him flushed and content, drunk in pleasure and delirious because of his affectionate ministrations, because of HIM. Him, the nobody Costa Rican cop who found his opportunity to change the world and took it, moving to London, fighting alongside the big dogs and now offering himself to the pleasure of his most admired muse. His Sargeant Hound.

In years of service he had never felt so devoted to anything that wasn't his dream of making this world a little brighter and less dangerous, but you... How your eyes sparkled in confusion at his prolonged silence but melted in warmth as his hands cupped your now flushed cheeks. He craved you. He needed to take you right now, to serve you as the good boy you wished him to be.

"Mi mamita hermosa..." Gus purred, his voice was syrup in your lips.

You kissed deeply and slowly, exchanging saliva and the aftertaste of your pussy fluids. He was a little conscious you'd find the action gross but then you kissed him back just as deeply, just as... As passionately. He felt warmth flutter on his chest.

When you parted your lips from each other, a string of saliva still connecting your mouths, he whispered a plead.

"I'll be your good boy, please mami, forgive me..."

The pet name sounded so foreign to you, 'Mommy' was the correct translation for it, surprisingly it didn't upset you at all. You never though you'd get called mommy in this short of situation, but you were not opposed to it, in fact... You felt yourself clench around nothing and your ego skyrocket. You loved the change of demeanor a simple threat have caused on this big bear of a man.

"Do you want mommy to taste you, huh?" Your hands pumped his cock, the tip of it an angry shade of red, the first droplets of precum emerged from it's slit like tiny diamonds under the daylight. You looked at his member closely eating with your eyes every detail. From the barely trimmed dark hair from the three prominent veins that run through his length like rivers. Your mouth watered.

"It's all yours mami, please... Please let me feel you..."

No need to say it twice.

You were on your knees lapping the underside of his big iron cock, his eyes glimmered like gemstones kissed by the strong sunlight from the now fogged windows, Gus sighed entranced by the hypnotizing trail of kisses you laid all over his member, then you lowered yourself again to have your tongue eagerly licking and lips nipping down the base of his cock, right in the begining of his ball sack.

His lips parted as he was about to voice his encourages for you finally try and put his dick inside your pretty mouth, but you hushed him when your head shot upwards and your lips pressed against his aching tip. A surprised but delighted yelp quickly followed from Gus, his body jolting for a second.

You smiled up at him, he was unmoving, lips parted but silent and eyes looking down at you in heavy anticipation holding his breath.

The warmth of your mouth welcomed the first few inches of his cock, Gus groaned loudly forcing himself to not look away from you as he cried out in pleasure. He made a mental screenshot of the view of your pretty lips wrapped against his monstrous cock.

You felt powerful. To have a man as handsome as Gustavo Rodriguez furrow his brows in mind-breaking pleasure, but at the same time it wasn't enough. So you tried to force yourself to swallow pass more than half of his length which proved to be as difficult as it seemed if not more. Your throat clenched around his cock when you swallowed and kept lowering yourself, Gus already looked like he was about to cry, pass out or the two of them consecutively.

A grimace greeted you when you opened your eyes to look up at him, he looked to be in pain, a line of sweat shone from his forehead, but you knew better. Because when you started bobbing your head up and down slowly, from his lips erupted a line of praises and curses in a chocked Spanish.

Your controlled breaths, slurps and gagging sounds mixed with the SpecGru operator's moans made your arousal ACHE, so you roughly pushed one of his legs in between yours and started rubbing yourself on it staining his hairy leg with the ocean of pleasure your pussy was crying out. Gus almost cracked a smile at the irony of his sargeant Hound acting like a literal dog in heat humping his leg like crazy. The feeling of your thick thighs pressed together crushing his leg made him groan loudly pressing it harder to your weeping hole while you deliciously rubbed your clit against his tensed leg. You moaned at the feeling causing vibrations against his cock.

He quickly noticed how the rhythm of your humps and swallows synchronized so he moved his leg a little faster in hopes you'd do the same with your bobbing, but you, wicked little thing, kept to your pace, he guessed as a punishment for his teasing.

You spent a few seconds more chocking and gagging on his big fat cock, your jaw started to ache and your throat burned so you decided to give your mouth a brief break. You moved away followed by a cry of desperation from the needy man.

"Sorry love, might need some practice... It's been a while and you are pretty big." You apologized teasingly.

"Your mouth feels... Divina... Take your time, querida... Just don't-"

Don't stop? Oh honey.

Your hands went to toy with his cock making him suck in a breath. One went to massage his tip, he spasmed instantly at the overstimulation earning a chuckle from you, both of your hands worked rhythmically up and down his massive size. You increased the pace of your thrusts against his leg but never changed the steady one you kept to his cock, but you did squeeze it harder and he thanked you by giving you cheek an affectionate squeeze.

He looked so out of breath with his legs tensing and skin sweating, he hadn't stopped moaning, grunting and whimpering since you laid hands on him, the mere image of you touching him was driving the man insane in pleasure, like a virgin boy discovering porn for the first time.

Gus warm hand still on your cheek moved away his thumb when he pressed it teasingly on your lips, your tongue licked the pad of his finger in an invitation he took by entering his thumb inside your wet cavern massaging your eager tongue and exploring the hole he previously abused with his cock. You hummed giving him a light squeeze on his dick.

"Huff... Si. Right there, mamita... Agh- Don't... Don't stop..." He blessed you with delicious moans as you pumped him a little bit harder this time going into a faster pace. The rhythm of your hips now on sinc with the fast pumps your small hands gave to his cock.

His red tip begun weeping even more. The Puerto Rican tilts his head back with a loud groan, his pleasured whines compensated the loss of his eyes on you. He looked so fucking delicious your mouth started salivating, so you moved away from his thumb with a light pop! and lowered your head to twirl your tongue around his tip with a light hum increasing the pace of pumps once more and swallowed the excessive amount of precum that was pooling inside your mouth. One of your hands quickly cupped his balls as they bounced up and down then squeezed them lightly. Gus now rolls his eyes to the back of his skull, his orgasm quickly approaching and his hips moved to fuck your mouth following your hand movements.

"Si, si, si, yes... Fuck, FUCK!" The harder you sucked on his tip the more violently his thighs shook.

"(Y/n)... I'm close... Me corro! Shit!" His declaration was the final push you needed to start feeling your end quickly approaching. Your hips moved clumsily as you meowled into his cock, your clit getting mercilessly crushed against his shinbone, fighting your desperate moans was useless when your hips bucked against him chasing your end just as Gus was doing right now.

You both sang the song of love in pants, groans and choked moans until one of his hands shot to his mouth when he let out a quiet cry, the other went to your head pushing you to swallow his entire length to the brim, his happy trail tickled your nose, your eyes watered and you fought back a harsh choke. The feeling of your spasming pussy, quivering thighs and brain-melting orgasm broke your selfcontrol making you greedily push your mouth impossibly closer to his pelvis, then came bliss.

You came all over his leg, your eyes went blank as you were high in ecstasy, the taste of his seed cloud your senses. His big hands gripped your hair keeping you in place as you swallowed his love juices.

"Fuuuuuuuuck..."

You huffed in amusement, you feel sure this man has never cursed so much in such a short time.

Gus tries to calm his breathing, now looking at you move away from his softening sex and sit yourself straddling his thighs. His hands massaged your bare legs, amber eyes full of wonder and drunk affection stuck to your face, like he discovered a whole new world in the darkness of your pupils. He swallowed, breaking the momentary silence that broke between you two.

In a beat, warmth graced your left cheek when he cupped it tenderly with one of his hands the other squeezed your left thigh lightly. His face felt magnetic when you rested your forehead against his, both of your eyes closed you hum at the relaxing feeling of his strong hands caressing your skin. Yours mirrored the movement nuzzling his blushing cheeks, his stubble and finally you moved them to brush his hair backwards and scratch his scalp affectionately.

Gus was melting on the spot, humming softly along you and whispering sweet nothings to your ear. How good your mouth felt on his cock, how warm and soft your skin was, and to your amusement, he apologized for cumming first and denying your release. You chuckled at this, but your laugh cut short when you felt the big bear of a man grinding upwards slowly.

His previously softening member now was hard as a rock once more and brushing your entrance with each lazy thrust in slight desperation. He gave you a pleading look, like he needed you to voice your approval.

You kissed him deeply instead when you slid his member inside your warm wet pussy, Gus wrapped both arms around you as you sank your hips as low as you could, his erection filling you perfectly. Moans of relief sound in unison, heaving chests moved against one another when you circled your waist, your walls squeezed him deliciously making him hiss and hug you tighter.

"Now's your chance papa bear..." You breathed out.

Gus took the encouragement to heart, both of his legs spread wide to accomodate you, his hands hurriedly pulled your shirt off until it was only one article of clothing that separated your bare body from the warmth of his body. You took your time to strip yourself from your bra enjoying every second of his pleasure-filled expression. Gus looked at you inspecting every inch of skin from your fully bare body.

You felt slightly shy under the weight of his full attention. You didn't feel bad towards your body, not anymore at least, it was littered in scars of different sizes and depths pretty much everywhere. Each one of them with different memories of past missions and unfortunate incidents, you could barely remember them all... At least your face and hands were miraculously intact.

Gus whispered something in his mother's tongue, something you couldn't quiet catch. Something along the lines of "Mi hermoso ángel de la guerra." And something more... But he didn't give you time to question when both of his arms went to wrap themselves around you again and his hips snapped upwards with so much force he punched all the air from your lungs.

The Rican showered you in praises you tried to register but couldn't with your loud broken moans and the force of his increasing pace. There was a particular thrust after he bucked a little to the right that kissed the mouth of your cervix making you whimper and bite your lip almost drawing blood. This man was mind-fucking you out of your senses.

His breath hitched, Gus' eyes were half lidded and almost blank losing his focus the more he felt you clench with his erratic thrusts, his moans were gone yet his mouth was still open. And you were no better, your breasts violently bounce up and down almost painfully with the force of his movements. One hand went to his shoulder and the other covered your mouth as you cried out in pleasure, your pussy had a firm grip on his cock. You really felt like you were ready to burst at any moment.

Gus hissed something in spanish under his breath, squelching noises echoed through the office as you started moving your ass meeting his thrusts, his balls clapped your cheeks with every buck of his hips, your moans turned into high-pitched cries of his name making the man reach his limit faster. His thrusts went clumsier and uncoordinated with your movements, the pure bliss of your walls squeezing him tight had him rolling his eyes to the back of his head and moaning your name back in gutural growls as if saying it would prolong the pleasure, and damn, it did.

He was fucking his sargeant, one of 141's most strongest soldier, he was claiming you, molding your insides with his length and practically using you as a flashlight when your body started to loose strength. Formalities were thrown out the fogged window, fuck titles, fuck rules, you clinged to each other like desperate lovers claiming their affection in a tango of naked limbs and a symphony of feral growls, moans and other sinful noises.

He pressed your lips together in a sloppy kiss when he felt your body tense then convulse, the loud cry that scaped you was quickly swallowed by him and that eager tongue you loved to choke on. And with a final thrust, you both came moaning into each other's mouths.

It was heavenly to feel this man fill you up again. It would have been greater if he was fully bare from waist up so you'd both be naked together pressing your sweaty skins against one another but you couldn't complain, not when your wishes of seeing him again like this were granted so quickly.

What you could complain about though was that your phone started vibrating from your pants' pocket that were carelessly thrown to the other side of the office a lifetime ago. You huffed and flopped yourself on Gus, who was now tracing circles on your back and kissing your shoulder tenderly, your sexes still conjoined, heavy breaths lulling your exhausted bodies into a state of sleepiness, and you weren't planning on moving any time soon. But big papa bear couldn't let his mommy sleep on work.

"Mamita, your phone..." His gruff voice spoke, a soft warning of your still buzzing phone, it prevented you from completely dozing off on the warm embrace you were sharing right now. You wined feeling like nibbling on his warm meaty arms, and you did as a way of punishment. Rodriguez giggled boyishly not expecting the ticklish attack on his biceps from the mouth he craved to devour again. "Ey ey! Come on, no biting, mami!" You smiled up at him and gave him an apologetic kiss to his arm.

The moment you moved to stand up with a groan, your sexes separated and a pool of cum cascaded out of your puffy cunt and you gasped loudly as it shot to the floor. Gus laughed breathlessly and seemingly as surprised as you.

"Ah mierda... I guess you got me too excited..."

"Really?" You smirked and laughed back sarcastically running to get your pants and phone not before cleaning your aching cunt with a napkin. "Good thing I'm on the pill or you would surely have-" You silenced yourself.

At first you were afraid that whatever you were about to say would turn the light mood into an awkward situation. And it did end the light mood but not in the way you expected.

Gus was facing you, a ghost of a smirk in the corner of half open mouth, eyes dark and full of desire, and you were sure yours sparkled the same way. His hands flexed on the edge of the couch and his soft dick turned half hard.

Did you just discover a new kink you both shared?

Did you really have a breeding kink? Isn't it too soon to jump into THIS kind of kinks? Fuck it, everything with Gus seemed so fast yet so exciting you didn't mind at all.

But those thoughts died when from the corner of your eye you spot Soap's name on your phone screen. And reading under his name from the non-stopping notifications you quickly noticed this man was warming you that the captain just left to fetch you and Rodriguez.

Gus widened his eyes at your panicked movements as you gathered your clothes to quickly put them on, he didn't blink twice before he was rushing to mirror your actions.

Under all the rustling of clothes your ears would have perked up at the quiet steps echoing through the hall slowly approaching the office. You were now fully clothed and ready to give Gus his beret when the man flopped to the floor violently scrubbing with the napkin you tossed to the table the little puddle of cum on the floor near Price's favorite carpet.

The door clicked open, Gus jumped up in a casual stance like he just finished admiring the weather outside as he discreetly opened the window to mask the slight scent of sweat and sex, you casually scratched your chin as if you were lost in thought when your other hand yanked the dirty napkins to toss them inside your pocket and the captain, thankfully not suspecting anything, whistled at you lowly asking if the kid behaved.

"He did his homework like a good boy." You teased playfully slapping Gus right on his left ass cheek, he yelped blushing furiously but nodding nonetheless. His big hand massaged his butt giving you a shy look with a nervous smile.

"Good, because Baseplate's back and he needs his whole squad on the training field at four. If you haven't eaten yet, I suggest you do it now."

"Baseplate!? I thought team leader would be coming next week. Thank you for informing me captain. T-the reports were successfully fixed, and thank you for your help, Sargeant Hound." You chuckled mockingly as Gus gave you a formal salute before going for the exit.

"Gustavo." You called.

"You forget your beret, soldier."

Yet again.

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Cooking anything was the cherry on top for the magnific morning Gus just had. It didn't matter if Soap had him pranked into hours of work at Price's office, after all, he got to spend time with you. And inside you. Heh.

And now he craved to have a celebratory dish and hopefully save some for you if you were willing to try a bite. A fluttering feeling made him smile and humm some tune at the thought cooking something for you. Back on the other base in Germany where they previously served at, he took a habit of cooking for his team. Memories of his home flew back to him , he remembered his younger self when he used to cook for his parents, his sister's family and his grandmother. For Gus food was love. And who was better to share it with than his teammates and his new trainer?

He was about done when he passed two plates behind him for his two best friends to take and he lastly served himself leaving the rest on the pan.

"Are you paying attention?"

Reyes took a large chunk of his food to his mouth and Nova squinted in repulsion. "Mate, grab a fork-"

"Lafayette is coming to the bar tonight, i need someone at the base to keep track on the bastard of Baseplate, make sure he doesn't follow me or some shit-"

"Isn't that him on the door?" Gus joked. And Reyes jumped from his chair almost knocking all the plates.

"Not cool, brother. Don't joke about Baseplate being an ass if you two are still up for the secret plan i made..."

"We don't even know what the whole thing is about!" Nila squawked.

"My sweet Nova. Tonight I'll show you two what you two obviously were missing in highschool. You got the recipe of the brownies I've sent you, Rodri?"

Gus took his time to swallow the food he was munching and nods at Reyes.

"Enzo, is this about the uh..." He coughs and with a weary look whispers at his brother in arms "You know.... About the oregano...?"

Reyes smirked at the other man, hastily finished the little food he had on his plate, stood up and went to the sink. "Why the hell would I call a meeting with the angsty teenager of my cousin to the nastiest bar in the street in such worrisome hours of the night if not for some top quality weed?"

Nova threw him a glare and Gus shook his head in quiet disapproval.

"You give me all the disapproving-parent's eyes all you want. I don't hear any of you complaining about watching one of those stupid cartoons Gus likes while feasting on happy brownies!"

"We are talking about getting high inside a military base. We RECENTLY fought cartel and all you think about right now is to celebrate with-... With-... Gus, you tell him."

Nova looked back at Gus for support, the Rican seemingly put on the spot barked at Reyes. "Okay uh, first off. Sargeant Keroro isn't a stupid cartoon, it's art. And the recipe you sent me is for a simple chocolate brownie! You insult me hermano... You really think i can't cook a stupid brownie without using una tonta recipe?"

Nova had to take deep breaths to not slap Gus on the face as the man rambled about his cooking skills and his favorite childhood show to a grinning Reyes who was now trying to steal Nova's food as he fake-listened to Rodriguez.

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It was two o'clock and you had already informed your captain about your morning with Mactavish and Rodriguez, including the latter's wish for being trained by you. Price pondered on his request, he seemed to formulate a mental opinion but before sharing anything he asked what your thoughts were.

"It'll help me get back on track. I'll take responsibility of his training and soon enough wake my sore body from months of doing absolutely nothing. Think of it as giving a child an egg to take care of it for a week as a way to improve their responsibility and attentiveness." Price chuckled at the comparison but encouraged you to keep going.

"I've been away for quiet some time, you know well i can handle myself. And besides, I've been your trainee for a while, why not switch roles?" He didn't look too convinced now.

"Tell you what, we'll see how Gus does during training. If I like what I see, I'll adopt the egg."

"You keep calling the man your egg, it won't change the fact that you also need SpecGru's team leader's permission. I won't deny it, I'm surprised you'd want to train anyone! But I'm not against it either. Though, (y/n)... Remember to watch out for yourself as well."

He went on for a while with one of his long monologues about your mental health and stability in the field.

Price was not as eager as Ghost about you dropping out of your two-month vacation. He believed you still needed some time. He has always been too overprotective over you, wether he viewed you as a pupil or as his own daughter you didn't mind because admit it out loud or not, Ghost was right. You couldn't stay in the sidelines forever.

Going to your dorm's bathroom to freshen up from the deliciously messy encounter with Gus and take a clean change of clothes, your stomach rumbles in protest.

You left your room after putting much lighter clothes matching the hot weather outside and went to knock on Gaz's room. You two usually went to eat together but this time it looks like your drama sister had left a little sooner.

"The betrayal!" You whisper-yelled when the second knock went ignored.

To the kitchens it is. Alone, Gazless and starving. At least your sexual appetite was successfully satiated.

Walking downstairs and through the halls your hunger started getting more annoying, the lack of breakfast was twisting your stomach painfully, sadly for you, Gustavo's love juices were not considered a balanced breakfast. At some point you expected you would run into Soap checking if you two actually got caught since you practically left him on read, but you found none of your 141 peers on sight. Ah well...

They were probably stuffing themselves full of the few extra portions of apple pie Price hid for you.

Arriving to the kitchenette's doors you heard some voices from where you stood. Three voices, one of them you recognized instantly as the Costa Rican. A playful smirk instantly planted itself on your face.

When the voices had quietened down a bit, you stepped inside and as soon as you closed the door behind you someone rushed to get out almost pushing you against the wall with the force of their speed. You stood there baffled.

There, hanging on the side table rested Nila Brown, or by her codename Nova. She, along with Rodriguez snapped their heads to you, Nova gave you a curt nod and kept to her conversation with Gus who now pretended to be listening as he finished washing the dirty plates he just used internally screaming at your presence.

"Sorry about that, sargeant."

"What the hell was that? A human-shaped bullet?" You playfully said walking to the fridge keeping their light mood up a little uncomfortable with the formalities.

Nova sighed readjusting her bun. "Baseplate has arrived, so now Reyes is on a mission to NOT run into him." Gus discreetly elbowed her arm lightly.

You weren't sure whether to ask or not, so you shrugged grabbing yourself a cold drink, Nova and Gus were glad you didn't ask.

Said man gave Nova another nudge with a look of urgency pleading her to leave, she looked at him puzzled but complied looking at the new plate he was serving. Her smile and light head shake was enough answer for Gus to sigh relieved, the pilot left the kitchenette and you two along with it.

"Hmm, that smells good. What are you cooking?"

"I um, it's a little invention! I actually saved some for you, miss Hound."

"A way to a woman's heart is through the stomach, huh? Very clever, Rodriguez." You teased.

He looked so silly wearing his uniform AND a white apron with "kiss the cook" badly scribbled on it. When you pointed it out he chuckled saying it was a gift from Soap in exchange for his meals and that led you to ask some questions about his love for cooking. The conversation was light and casual as he prepared the small table for you, ever the gentleman, it was like what happened less than an hour ago never occurred.

"So, you didn't answer my question. What am I eating, chef Ramsay?"

Gus laughed at the little nickname and apologized for forgetting the question. The plate looked and smelled delicious. He explained it was some short of meat pie with melted cheese wrapped in something called polenta. Whatever that was, it had a bright yellow color and it looked like mashed potatoes.

"Polenta! It's made out of uh, sémola de maíz. Hold on." You gave him your phone with Google translator already awaiting him, he smiled sweetly at the gesture. "Thank you, mamita. Let's see uh... Corn flour. Yeah makes sense. The rest is simply meat with veggies, the stuffing of any meat pie and i added cheese. I-I asked Sargeant Mactavish for his permission to use it, he said that as long as I share some he didn't mind!"

You laughed eating your freshly cooked meal, it tasted devine. Gus said that it needed some salt but everything tasted so perfect you didn't add nor avoid anything from the plate. The moment you first dig the fork into it and see the strings of melting cheese attached to the piece as you slowly lifted your fork, you fell in love.

Your mouth watered when he excitedly urged you to take a bite with a look of anticipation and glee, like a child preparing his first sandwich for his parent to try.

The moment you took a bite a pleased moan fell from your closed lips, Gus could have cried and/or popped a boner right then and there. He sat next to you, one hand on his lap and the other supporting his cheek as he dreamily enjoyed the view of you stuffing your face like a hamster with the polenta-meat pie. Funny how they laughed and joked around when Reyes grossly ate anything, and now Gus was completely mesmerized at your inhumane display of eating, you looked like a starving animal who hadn't eaten for days.

You honestly didn't care, the meat pie with polenta was your new favorite dish, and your stomach growled with force at the delicious smell and taste.

"O-Oh! By the way, speaking about sargeant Mactavish... He told me to tell you that he uh, he took some box lieutenant Ghost had for you? He said something about you meeting him before training."

"Holy shit,"

The bastard-

Soap actually had the balls to go rob Ghost. And not only that, but rob GHOST'S OFFICE. Were all Scottish people that mad and hungry for danger?

You guessed that Jhonny being close to Ghost figured he was keeping something very important on his office when he saw Laswell giving him your package.

Soap had been trying to get inside your "secret club" with Gaz (and in some weird occasions, Ghost) in which you would stick your noses in everyone's life inside the base and basically gossip and theorize about anything and everything, like grannies discussing their neighborhood dramas. Kyle had strictly told you not to let John join because he was one loud mouth and you agreed completely. You loved him like he was your little brother, but man, the guy sucked ass keeping secrets, so obviously you always told him no when he ran to you two with "juicy material" he obviously always made up to persuade you into letting him in.

Talking about the gossip club... It's been a long time since you last talked with Garrick about everyone's business. God you missed going to his room and enjoy your nightly teas, snacks and deliciously inappropriate conversations about everyone's personal life.

Anyway, back to the present. Soap was about to get his ass whooped, but at least you got to see and use your mask against Simon's grumpy ass order of not using it out of missions.

"I gotta fly then..."

"Now? I mean..."

You gave Gus a sweet knowing smile when you took your plate and everything else to the sink and got ready to clean it, he was quick to shoo you away saying he would take care of the cleaning.

"You are an amazing cook, Gus. Who knows, maybe you picked the wrong job."

"Ha ha. I only need to improve my hand-to-hand combat, that's why I asked for help from the greatest badass i know! Mi vida, you haven't seen me in action yet."

"We'll see how you do in training later, also don't forget to ask mama hen for his permission. I can't train you without Baseplate giving the okay."

Gus bit his lower lip with a spaced out look already machining something. "Yeah I got it, i'll take care of that. Also, don't forget Soap's lunch box! I-it's right there, it has some polenta too."

You winked and clicked your tongue taking the blue lunch box and thanking him for everything.

Just when you were about to leave a big hand wrapped around your bicep lightly pulling you back.

"Ey, Hound. Forgettin' something?" Gus said in a seductive voice giving you a shiver you played off by turning around with a twirl.

"Well, i have Soap's pastel de carne con polenta. So unless it's a kiss goodbye..." You insinuated with a playful pout he mirrored cutely approaching you and wrapping both of his arms around your waist, your hands found the sides of his face and squeezed his cheeks affectionately.

"Mmmm maybe... Kiss the cook?" he joked in a low chuckle planting a peck on the tip of your nose. Gus was so sweet he was going to give you cavities. You pretended to take a moment to ponder the request.

"Si. Bésame, papa bear." You said in a raspy voice, his chuckle was silenced when your mouths pressed together and bodies entwined.

The amount of warmth that embraced Gus' heart was so intense he felt like he would pass out right there. If only you knew the effect you had on him when you did so much as speak in Spanish, if only you knew the effect one kiss from you did to his body.

"Papa bear huh?"

"You did call me mommy, does that upset you, big boy?"

He groaned biting your lower lip and squeezing your ass cheeks.

"Claro que no, mamita. Makes me want to devour you like one." Gus said attacking your neck in sweet kisses that had you giggling and squirming from his strong grasp.

He bit his lip trying to suppress a big grin when you pulled away holding the lunch box tightly to your chest.

"Remind me to buy bear spray then! I'm too young and crazy to get eaten by a big horny bear-man!"

"Wouldn't you like to get eaten by one though, mi vida?" He shot back wiggling his brows.

You rolled your eyes and turned around once more resuming your walk out of the kitchen but not before yelping at the feeling of Gus swatting your ass with a clean kitchen rag laughing like a Disney villain. A clear vendetta of the previous ass slap you gave the poor Rican right in front of the captain.

"Fair!"

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[bts-apocalypse-au]

Jimin's P.O.V 🐥 15th April

I stretch out waking my limbs up, my back is sore and my head aches. I suddenly recall fainting and then everything else. As far as I can tell I've been drifting in and out of consciousness for the last three days in shock. I've never been good with surprises or had a strong stomach for violence or terrible things. I also think I must've gotten a small cold from being out without my coat because my head feels like some of it is filled with fluff.

Disappointed in myself I wash up and make breakfast. As I cook my eggs on a battery powered hot plate, I wonder if everyone really has left? A quick glance out the window tells me that they have, I see no cars and nobody walking on the sidewalk. I should stay inside but curiosity has me out the door.

The wreckage around is breathtaking. It's not even that the buildings are destroyed but plants grow everywhere out of every nook and cranny and there's no one. A horrible thought crosses my mind: Am I the only one? No, that would be impossible. There has to be others, I'm unharmed. I should help them.

It is my duty as a future surgeon. I open the garage of my townhouse and set up a table with medical supplies along and risk venturing out to hang signs along the block even though it's probably stupid to reveal my presence like this. But I can't just stand by and do nothing, I have to do something. Besides, maybe the military police or somebody will find the signs and send help to this place.

I have a pretty good kit for treating wounds from cuts to basic stitching.

I wait an hour and nobody comes but I'm determined so I stay, biding time by packing up personal supplies in case rescue comes and I have to leave quickly. As I zip the last bag, I hear screaming in the distance.

I can't quite make it out but it sounds like a large group, I hear a man's voice.

"COME ON! WE'RE ALMOST THERE!" he shouts, his voice cracks. He sounds breathless and tired.

Soon the group reaches me. I can feel my eyes go wide. The man, much younger than I had anticipated, has a teachers badge over a torn sweater vest and he has maybe 20 children with him. I can't tell because they keep moving around.

"C-Close the garage!" He wheezes, falling to his knees.

I do and as I lock the door I hear a vague snarl in the distance.

"He needs help, please help him." He says gesturing behind him, I see a small figure peeking out from behind his leg.

"H-Hello. I'm Park Jimin. Who are you?" I say regaining my manners and greeting the man.

He gets up, having regained his breath. "Mr. Kim, well Kim Seokjin. You're a surgeon?"

"Doing my residency. What can I help you with."

"Huening Kai" He pulls the small looking boy from the group, "He was bitten by some sort of wolf. It was chasing us all the way here but we finally lost it. A whole pack actually"

"Okay." I lean towards the boy carefully, trying not to scare him. "Will you let me look at it?"

"Okie"

Mr. Kim sets him on the table and unwraps his arms.

The bite isn't very big or deep, there was just a lot of blood so I treat it easily.

When I'm bandaging him up I hear scratching at the door. Another person who needs help? Mr. Kim turns around then back to me and shakes his head. I don't understand until he makes claws with his hands.

"We can go out the back" I whisper, he nods.

"Kids, come on, next stop." he says which makes me wonder how long they've been running and how much longer they can go. I grab the bags of supplies I made along with my own bag of my clothes and things I packed just in case.

Then we run.

I don't know how long we run when we reach the big green gates. The Zoo, some distant part of my brain remembers but it looks like a different world now, several thick chains and padlocks locking the gates together. It would be safe inside but we'll never get in in time. I turn to Mr. Kim. He gives me a look that says he's thinking the same thing. He steps in front of his class. I feel cowardly when I take an inadvertent step back. Suddenly an alarm rings, ah! I must have pressed something, what did I press? Now they know we're here. Exhaling, I step forward to join Mr. Kim.

"Careful! Over here!" a male voice whispers. He drops a ladder over the wall. I tap Mr. Kim. What should we do? We'll never get all of us over in time.

"Send the children first." I whisper, only to see that he has already started sending Huening Kai over.

"Don't worry. You can trust me, Park Jimin." He says, what the fuck. How does he know my name? Wait, his voice it's familiar. No time to think, I lift the next child over. We're running out of time, the wolves are almost here. They lunge at us, at Mr. Kim. He has students to take care of, I step in front of him.

Then the wolves stop, a net catches them. I am frozen in shock.

"It won't hold for long! Come on!" He yells now, I don't need to be told twice. We lift Lisa and Soobin over Mr. Kim then myself climb the ladder.

I find myself face to face with Kim Taehyung. "Tae?"

"No time, let's get inside I'll explain everything later." he says already running

He's made the Zoo into a fortress/nature sanctuary. It's beautiful. Supplies are in neat organised places plants hand on the walls and grow all around and animals roam happily. It's like paradise in the middle of a war zone.

"Wow" I breathe out.

The children ooh and ahh and try to touch a giraffe that passes us with its baby. The giraffe bites leaves from a tree that has sprouted right from the pavement.

He leads us to a white building. "This is the clinic, you can put the boy here. I have supplies."

"Thank you so much sir." Mr. Kim says

"Of course, and  I'm younger than you so please just call me Taehyung. I have food stored and there are couches in the staff room where you can sleep. I also have extra clothes there." Taehyung says and hands us a map of the zoo. He lingers for a moment looking like he doesn't know what to do. Like it's been a while since he's been around other humans, even though that can't be right because I just saw him two days ago in the park.

"The animals are in their cages right, you have carnivores right?"

"Of course though it's really more for their safety than anything else. They wouldn't hurt anybody." he replies a little defensively then he softens, "Your students will be safe here Mr. Kim. Let me show you around."

Most of the buildings are animal enclosures and as we walk past I see that most of them have fresh bandages, he must have stitched them up. He sees me staring at a red panda with a splint on its paw.

"The so called caretakers of the zoo left them here during the evacuation, they had no water and were locked in undersized cages. Most of them got injured from panic flailing or trying to claw or bite their way out."

"Oh." is all I can say. "That's horrible."

"It is. We're here." He pulls a key from his pockets and unlocks a big grey building with a sign that says "Staff Offices"

Inside is a typical office break room only it's stocked with fresh fruits. There is a huge stack of t-shirts on the couch.

"Here, make yourselves at home. Jimin, you're a doctor, you can set up your things in the clinic."

"Alright. Thank you so much. But can you please explain everything now. How did you get here?"

He motions to one of the tables but stays standing, I sit down.

[casuallivi]

The Things You Like, The Ones You Don’t

Set: post ACOSF, during Nessian’s Wedding. 

Words: 2305

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Part 1: The Things You Like

The wedding ceremony was intimate per Nesta’s request.

Her family, her Valkyrie friends, some of Cassian’s closest friends, the inner circle, Varian. And that’s about it.

The reception was a different story.

The first time she saw the ballroom in the river house, Elain thought Rhys had gone mad. There was no occasion to require such large space, no party that could possible receive so many guests. Elain was wrong. The place was crowed, barely any space left with all the guests and servants circulating. Apparently, the whole Velaris decided to pay respect and wish good fortune to their favorite cheerful General and his not so jolly bride.

Rhys promised Nesta the greatest party of the century, and Elain did not doubt he was holding up his end of the bargain.

The ballroom had been decorated with shades of silver and red. Big chandeliers with diamonds cascading down. Lavish centerpieces filled with red roses sitting on top of dozens of tables, a mix of round and square ones. All scattered around the perimeter creating an inviting dance floor in the center. On the back, a temporary platform was built, big enough to fit a full-scale orchestra.

Nesta cried when she first saw them.

It was his especial gift for her. A hundred musicians, dressed in elegant black, that played everything. From intricated waltz to bawdy ballads, from drinking songs to romantic hymn, making the dance floor permanently occupied, like a happy void trapping drunk dancer. Not even Elain could escape from it.

The second Mor spotted her chatting with Mr. Thomas, she cried her name with joy, smacking Elain on both cheeks and smearing her with dark lipstick. Mor had forgone her usual red for an off-shoulder blue dress, the bodice peppered with small sapphires, the sheer fabric hugging her body like a second skin, her golden hair styled with two braids morphing in a low ponytail.

“All my partners had two left feet. Come dance with me.”

She glanced the dancers diving in groups of six as a new song began to play.

“I don’t know this one.” Elain admitted sipping her wine.

“I can teach you!

She slipped her arm under Elain's and hauled her forward.

They joined in the second chorus, the melody cheerful and rhythmic. The dance consisting in a pattern of handclaps, twirls and steps strong enough to shake the wooden floor. Mor helped her to find the right pace before spinning her to the male beside her. She changed partners four times and returned Mor, who dipped her in a cheesy maneuver. Elain laughed so hard her ribs hurt.

Once on the dance floor it was hard to leave. Not only Mor was feeling extra energetic, but dance requests never stop coming. Every time she tried to take a break, another fae appeared from thin air. She danced with all the males and females she recognized, mostly neighborhood friends, politely declining some eager young males.

By the time she succeed in returning to the safety of her table, Elain's legs felt like jelly. She massaged her aching calves searching for Nesta on the crowd. She would dance one more time with her sister and be done for the night. Elain located the happy couple on the other side of the parlor. Dozens of guests surrounding them.

She munched on a juicy lamb dish, watching the exchanges, Cassian grinning and howling, Nesta joined in conversation from time to time. To her sister credit, she didn’t roll her eyes once, well, except at Cassian. She even smiled here and there receiving hugs from elderly that showered Cassian with love. But even Nesta’s good sense appeared to have a limit. After an hour of cozy greetings, she spotted Elain. Nesta waved at her frenetically, her eyes glowing with a new hope as mouthed; “Save me.”

Oblivious to his wife’s wishes to run away, Cassian turned around, grabbing a passing Azriel by the sleeve, dragging him to his side, before returning to chat with a male she didn’t know. Azriel was deadly handsome in a tux.

Elain spied him in a trance.

He wore a white boutonniere on his navy jacket. The buttons undone to reveal a grey waistcoat and white shirt, the attire completed by a merlot tie and merlot pocket square. Your lips taste like merlot too? She mused with interest. Probably not. So far, he had drunk bourbon, cognac, whiskey, more bourbon. All neat. No wine.

His aloof mask did little to hide mood. He had that I-am-bored-to-death look on. She would have laugh if he didn't look so sexy with his hair swept back. Azriel cracked his neck, his patience worning out. Whoever that male was, he was clearly absurd, because Azriel forehead creased, his mouth curled in distaste, shadows fidgeting from his torso to his wings. His eyes darted around, calculating the right time to slip into the night.

The most boring man alive slapped Cassian’s shoulder, and Azriel almost scoffed. Almost. This time she did laugh. The whole thing was just too funny to hold back. Cassian in his own world while his wife and brother died on the inside. She was impressed they lasted so long. Her laugh was cut short when churning hazel eyes found their way to her.

The rest of the room blurred.

There was only him

His steady heartbeat.

His unwavering attention.

And that look.

She stopped breathing because she knew that look too. The same one that made her think he wanted to kiss her on solstice. His gaze so intense, the hairs in her arms stood up. Teeth sinking into her lip. Azriel scanned her unhurried, quietly drowning the rest of the amber liquid in his glass. Eyes lingering on her exposed collarbone. Her neck. Her lips.

She saw the image clear as day. His precise fingers unlacing the straps in her shoulder, his tongue tracing the path beneath, wet lip closing over her heated skin, rough finger pads sliding against her jaw, releasing her trapped lip, his teeth replacing hers.

Elain crossed her legs. Her throat dry. She couldn't remember the last time he looked at her like that. Completely unabashed. Her Azriel did it all the time, shameless. Teasing her to acknowledge it, daring her to say something about it. The new Azriel didn’t share his passions. He had only one agenda when it came to Elain, and that was Avoiding her.

Her heart galloped.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

This was not the new, distant, Azriel. No. This was his old self slipping to the surface. Shattering the cold façade he had put on for months. He placed the empty glass in a passing servant' tray, running his thumb across his lips. Inviting. A shiver ran down her spine.

Elain tried to remember that he rejected her, that he wanted nothing to do with her. She really did. But that was a hard thing to do with him burning a hole in her face. His desire bleeding all over her. Had he changed his mind? Was she pathetic for hoping the answer was “yes”? A movement caught her attention.

Elain peeked down, watching the table-cloth shadow move. The skittish thing snaking over her heel, unnoticeable on the black sandal. Sliding under the straps, caressing the arch of her foot, curling around her ankle amorously. Tugging. Calling.

Come.

Come with me.

Her skin prickled.  

She fidgeted.

Maybe she should go. Maybe she should go over there and help her poor sister. Not because Azriel was there. Because Nesta needed her. Yes. She would go there and help Nesta. After that she might linger around. In case someone else wanted to escape with her. Someone who was beguiling her for several minutes now. Begging her to come closer.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Elain smoothed the fabric of her dress, fixing some loose curls back in place.

His eyes following her every move.

Encouraging her.

His mouth shaped into the tinniest smile of world.

Her insides quivered with expectation.

She pushed her chair back. Soundless. Confidence.

‘Elain.’

The world unblurred.

Everything came rushing back.

Hundreds of people buzzing, thousands of sounds returning in a crushing wave. Voices, laughter, cheers, music, choices. So many people. So many fates. Live and death and rebirth. Lovers, enemies, warriors, cowards. Overwhelming. The tides tried to pulled her in. Images flashing like a thunderstorm, too fast to follow. 

She gripped her chair. The skittish anklet a comfortable anchor to the present. Breath. Oh, this is a strong one. Elain breathed in and out, shutting the sounds, blinking the unwanted visions away, naming the things around, tying herself in the present.

Not a beach. Not a prison. Not a battlefield. Simple Nesta’s wedding. Breath, breath, breath. Think of the ballroom. And Az. The hard chair. And Az. The crystal chandeliers. And Az. The red roses and silver table cloth. And Az. Az is here. It’s fine. I’m fine.

‘Elain?’

Elain looked at her brother-in-law, having forgot he was there. Sitting beside her. Honestly, she had forgot he existed all together, forgot where she was. Ease prey to her power. Her mistake. The visions weren’t so unruled as long as she anchored herself in the present, as long as she let them pass by without dwelling. If her mind dispersed for too long, others fates flooded her endlessly.

Rhys intrusive insistent inner voice had startled her, almost tossing her in a loop. Almost.

‘Yes?’

‘Can you watch Nyx for a minute? I want to dance your sister.’

‘Actually, I was going–’

‘I’ll be quick! One dance and I come back for him. This song is her favorite.’

Rhys pleaded, cradling a fully awake Nyx with one arm, his free hand holding Feyre’s feet on his lap. She looked back at Nesta. Her sister now alone with her husband. No guests. No Azriel. Her cue, gone. She offered Rhys a yellow smile.

‘Take as long as you need.’

Elain bent, Nyx squealing, more than happy to jump into his aunt’s open arms. Beside him, Feyre eyed the interaction with suspicion.

“Where are you going?”

He placed the flats back on her feet, setting them on the floor.

“We are going to dance,” he corrected.

Rhys throw his jacket on the back of the chair, rolling his sleeves, her sister practically drooling in her sit. Elain covered Nyx eyes. Disgusting. He bowed dramatically, waiting for Feyre to accept his hand.

Elain smiled. Feyre rolled her eyes. Nyx sucked his finger watching his dad.

“I’m tired Rhys. I’ll end up stepping on your feet.”

“Then it will not be different from all of our previous dances, will it Feyre darling.” He said with a smug.

Feyre punched his gut, cursing as he lifted her from the chair, caring her away. Elain waited for him to set her down. He didn’t. Rhys danced with Feyre in his arms, not caring for decorum or etiquette, their foreheads resting together, equal smiles plastered on their faces. She swallowed her jealousy, turning to her nephew.

“This close, Nyx,” she joined her index and thumb, “this close”

“Just you and me now,” she cooed, “I would ask you for a dance but I need to get out for a bit. Care to join me in a stroll, my little lord?

Elain secured the baby in her arms, sneaking between the mass of bodies to the safety of the empty hallway leading to the west wing. The one with big glass windows pointing to the backyard. The voices died down, replaced by the gentle sound of nature, her mind calming. She hugged Nyx tighter, admiring the starlight sky, searching for the moon.

“It’s a new moon night, Nyx. Intended for reflection and new beginnings. This is the perfect time to plant good seed for the future, a good omen for aunt Nest and her married life, but” she smiled down at Nyx, “I think Nesta would rather shove the seed down Cassian’s throat than plant them.”

Nyx giggled, flapping his arms with gusto as Elain kept talking. She talked about nothing in particular, her soothing tone being interrupted by his blabbers and hair tugs from time to time, his only form of participating in conversation.

“…ten months. I was shocked too. Mother only carried me for seven…Ouch, don’t put your hand in my mouth. I do know so, aunt Nesta told me…Yes, it is why aunt Nesta worries for me so much. You are so clever, that’s why you are my favorite nephew…What? You’re the only one? Hmmm, knowing you parents I don’t think that will stand true for much longer.”

Elain’s poor ears were testimony for their attempt to bridge the only child gap. Although, she doubted that a child was the only intuit of their favorite recreational activity. Her cheeks heated. She had chosen the farther room possible, in the opposite wing of the master’s, and some days the distance still wasn’t enough. Are married couples all like this? She missed the quietude of the town house. Lately she thought about the same thing over and over. Moving out. Nyx was bigger now, almost 8 full months, and Feyre was nursed back to health for good, no more sudden weaknesses and bedridden days.

Nyx whimpered grabbing her face, little mouth quaking, a cry ready to burst.

“No, no, no. Don’t cry my handsome boy.” She kissed his head, “I’ll come visit.”

She lifted her head and her body froze. Nyx fist curling around her hair, tugging hard. Elain didn’t move. Taking in his wrinkled cloths, red hair spilled over his shoulder, hands in his pockets, his attention on his muddied boot tapping on the marble floor. The last person she expected to see in a party for Nesta.

Her stare lured him to turn around, his shoulders tensing.

Lucien’s eyes widened at the sight of her.

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your girl love to chat, so you can beam me up anytime😺😸👻👻

[judebellswife]

Can you do a part two of the private but not Secret with Christian pulisic like you go to the game and he scores and you post about it but her Brother Ben still has not talk to them but the whole team is happy for Christian and y/n and they tell him to lighten up :)

PRIVATE — Christian Pulisic (part 02)

summary: which y/n is ben chilwell younger sister and dating christian but never mention to his brother, teammate about their relationship

warning: english is not my first language

Part 01

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y/n.username 📍Abu Dhabi

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cmpulisic Are you gonna stay with me or with your friend?

y/n.username i’m gonna stay with my friend, the match is tomorrow so i want you to get enough sleep so that you have the strength to prepare for the match and see you in the morning @cmpulisic

cmpulisic Great, have fun with your friend and don’t forget to call me before you go to bed, k?

y/n.username how can i forget to call someone that mean the world to me huh 🤣

masonmount I wonder why Chilly didn’t slide into this post to give you some warning?

y/n.username actually i already blocked him, maybe i’m unblock him tomorrow

y/bff/n Hey 🐥

y/n.username EYYOO

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y/n.username go go @chelseafc 🐅🐅

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benchilwell For tiger? not for chilly Ben? but who has the nickname ‘🐅’

y/n.username idk who 🐅 is, i just know who 🌶 is… he is my annoying brother, Benjamin James Chilwell 🙄

sasha__rebecca where are you, y/n? i don’t know where you are

y/n.username ohoh i see you, stay there I’M COMINGGG 👋

masonmountt Chelseaa

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cmpulisic This was for you 🐥

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y/n.username you’re just too sweet

benchilwell WE NEED TO TALK!! GOSH @y/n.username @cmpulisic stop blocking my ig

y/n.username no i’m not gonna talk to you chilly 😛

axlee I guess i know who has the nickname 🐥 @88fix

88fix who is that?

axlee its might be either @benchiwell nor @y/n.username

88fix Ben Chilwell 🤣🤣 oh gosh i think 🐥

tuklai today's match was the best match

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benchilwell Guess what, my teammate dating my sister but i don’t know anything about it. Y/n Chilwell i’m your brother how can you not tell me even a single thing about you’re dating Christian

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cmpulisic Hey, why are you chosing this pic

y/n.username haha so freaking cute 😂 @cmpulisic

masonmount Look at you with the pink dress and wig on @cmpulisic

cmpulisic Gosh stopppp 😂 Chilly i hate youu

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y/n.username okay i’m so nervous, my first time meeting Chris parents, they’re so kind and so sweet

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cmpulisic y/n my mom ask me have i ever think about getting married with you or not 🤣

y/n.username so tell me, have you think about it before?

cmpulisic To be honest i did

y/n.username but its just too early, we’ve known each other like 6 months? 7 months?

cmpulisic Yea its a bit early, but i really want you to move in with me

y/n.username YESS

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cmpulisic My 🐥😛

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mase.1999 That’s dangerous tho

benchilwell Man is she felt on the ground 🤣 if she did fall down it’s would be so funny LOL

y/n.username chilly you!!!!!

cmpulisic @benchilwell Yes she felt right after i took this photo

y/n.username babeee (:

cm__10 Wow talent huh

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y/n.username happy birthday bae @cmpulisic, i have a surprise for you

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cmpulisic WHAT?! I can’t wait

y/n.username oh oh better be home soon

masonmount That puppy is cute huh

cmpulisic Hey i’m the main character in this pics Mason

masonmount Oh 😬

benchilwell Happy Birthday mate!!

cmpulisic @benchilwell Thank you mate

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cmpulisic I have a big big hand so i can hold you tight y/n

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y/n.username puli getting a new tattoos 🧸

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sasha__rebecca Are you getting one too, y/n

y/n.username he ask me too but scare of needles 😬 @sasha__rebecca

masonmount You went to get a tattoo but didn't ask me and chilly to come with you 😞

y/n.username Mase don’t be sad i will ask you next time

cmpulisic @masonmount haha 😛

y/n.username Christian stop that’s rudeee

deedee_pulisic y/n i think you should get one too, he kept asking me to convince you to get a tattoo with him

y/n.username @deedee_pulisic oh because he's so sweet so i might think about it

[mangospams]

The chaotic that unfolds when!  Yan kiribaku coming home to their home broken into thinking their escaped or whoever trashed the place took you. ‘BABY! ARE YOU HERE! Y/N! IF YOU CAN HEAR US! SAY SOMETHING PLEASE”.  Both of are worried sick about you. Katsuki & Kirishima are panicking searching all the room’s that we’re trashed making sure you weren’t under any of it. They were ready to kill the person who broke in to their home. Especially, where their baby was!! Kirishima and Katsuki were about to leave the room to check outside and the kitchen for you. That’s when they hear scratching and whimpering coming from the closet blocked by the dresser, they quickly shoved dresser out go the way opening the closet to find a scared darling shivering under a pile of heavy coats and jackets. Sighing a relief comes from Katsuki as he scoops of the pile of y/n, worried looks in both of their eyes. Kirishima gives you the security in his arms, while Katsuki inspects you to make sure you’re not injured when he cups your face in his hands, spotting out the Corner from your face. Your shoulder looked it’s been bruised and your you had a scar under your eye, you’re still crying and they both are cooing at you and saying this won’t happen again they promise. They just want to find the asshole that hurt you and broke in!.

-🐥

They’re honestly worried sick the moment they come home but the moment they find you they’re just angry. Kirishima is holding you while Bakugou is asking you what happened as he looks over your injuries. Kirishima is definitely comforting you and letting you know it’s going to be okay. “It’s alright now, baby, we here now. We’ve got you now” “You have to tell us who did this, it’s just us now, we’re gonna keep you safe”

[nnatsume]

okok rmring is VERY hard but i am going to try

we were all like?? idols and stuff???? okay i should mention there is you and bee and runa and qian and marchie and dice and dolly and jas and also bia and my friend mona even though one is a very new enstarrie and the other does not know enstars besides my rambling abt mao period

but anyways!!! we were all idols!!!!!!! :D and it was super fun and stuff and then i stopped rmring a chunk but then i was getting married to this guy?? who was actually pretty hot???? like oh my god he is my type. cannot believe he’s only in my dreams though what a shame oh yeah all of u were at the wedding too and there was wine which is wack because i am a good muslim girl that does not drink OH SHU WAS THERE TOO!!!! HE WAS WITH DOLLY AND JAS THEY WERE ALL HOLDING HANDS AND SMILING SO THAT’S COOL :DDD

and then my dream gets blocked again but then we r all living together in a giant house and bia has her girlfriend ace w her too and ace is a lil messed up and my worstie and we’ve had a rivalry for years but it is fine because we are also besties and share horror games with each other :D oh also there are a couple cats and a dog and a parrot and my apparently now husband is an amazing chef because he cooks for all of us OH OH there is wataru and kanata too!!!! both r surprisingly a hassle but also they r sweet so it’s fine :)

so yeah :) take the mochanon slice of life manga i created in a dream

WHAAAAT THIS IS SUCH A CUTE DREAM ???? i'm not one for the spotlight anymore but i would do it for my skrunkly moots. 🧐 ALSO THE WEDDING LMFAOOO did the dude just manifest and u married him 🐥

[stormblessed95]

And add the fact that she has many as young as 10 years old followers, which some of them could be queer and learn what they should do from her, would normalize so many problematic traits, ,jealousy possesiveness cheating on your s/o (for $$$ or for just because) etc. , and this is what they will think of "queer relationship" bc they're in a homophobic environment. An applaud for the crowd pls.

I'm going to add all my TKlies anons and the asks I've already posted here into this one thread. Just so everyone can be well aware as to WHY she is toxic along with some of the toxic narratives tkkrs push. Then I'm closing this topic and won't be posting anymore asks about it. Rainbow text lady gives me such a headache. I tend to avoid the hell out of anything she does or posts. I'll also split up anons with cute jikook pics because we deserve some happiness in this post too

Anon 2: Every time i see "tkr" and "queer" used in the same sentence, i always think of this girl on twt who exposed herself accidentally. She posted a ss of a chat with her friend with the caption "i love this girl so much" but in the chat the account owner wrote "i wish i was gay, that sounds so fun, and you bitch would be the first girl i'd hit up" ??? But if you look at her bio, there was a pride flag. The audacity maam. Homophobia is so fun, yeah. And we believe you, you're a really queer indeed.

Anon 3: imagine your boyfriend making romantic videos for other person and uploading in public platform just to make you jealous. Boy I would break up immediately

Anon 4: Oh you didn't know? She invented some of coming out stages herself. She decides "TK's current stage" acc to how they behave lately. SI=Stay in, CIO=Coming into open, CO=Coming out. Do the editors of run!bts cutting TK content? TK is in SI stage. Are TK being loud? They're in CIO stage bc they dropping "hints". Did dispatch or any outlet shared a TK related thing? OMG THEY'VE CAME OUT ALREADY!!! THE WHOLE KOREAN INDUSTRY KNOWS ABT THEM!!! Her followers always ask her abt when will TK come out...

Anon 5, relating to tkkrs not tklies: I literally cannot believe i'm typing this right now. Have you seen the drama revolving around 🐰🦁? A specific fanartist better not be named literally drew 🐥getting beated up by🐰bc he was jealous how close 🐥 was to🦁?? And those dumbasses cannot understand that jikookers attacking them bc out of all the imaginary ppl they could've drawn,they chose this path to go? Just bcs it's hard for most tkrs to differentiate b/w fantasy and reality, 🐥 had to be dragged to hell and back everyday. ISTG.

The ask that started this conversation... opinion from an anon about how she doesn't believe their are truly queer TK supporters, only fantasy shippers...

Ask posted about tklies on Twitter about telling young army to come out:

Possible false claims of being LGBTQ ask posted:

I don't have much to add expect this all is all just very very sad. These are REAL people. Not fictional characters to create whatever kind of narrative you want about who they are. I'll just reiterate to stay away from TaeKook_Lives on literally every SM platform, block and report. And make sure you are watching original content when you form your opinions over the guys and to always always be respectful. TKlies topic closed to asks for now. Thank you 💜