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Copycat; Ghost pt.1

As an assassin, how would you go about trying to kill one of the most deadly men? You needed to draw him away from the rest of task force 141, you needed to get his attention- but how? Well, apparently the best way to get the attention of Ghost, is by pretending to be Ghost- what could go wrong?

contains: Angst, Assassin!Reader, suggestive themes, eventual smut, degradation, violence, knives, Ghosts ego, slow burn romance, ghost is weirdly turned on by you trying to kill him??

"Ghost? You want me to kill Ghost? You mean the guy that took out your entire squad by himself, that Ghost?" You couldn't believe your ears, running your hand through your hair, you were about to decline before the man on the other side of the phone speaks; "you are one of the best assassins on the market, are you not?" The mans voice growled, obviously not happy with your response. "Yes but its Ghost! of all people why hi-" you were cut off suddenly, "If you do this, you can be done with all the killing. We will let you go." What? There's no way they mean that, they've kept you here for ten years already, why the hell would they let you go now? It was going to be nearly impossible. Only one way to find out I guess. You probably wouldn't get another offer to leave. All or nothing. "I'll do it." --

You spend the next week gathering as much intel on the man as possible, which was a terrifyingly small amount. 'Ghost' '6'4" ' 'Known for his skull mask' 'extremely dangerous' You also had a few notes on taskforce 141's previous sightings/locations & allies. Great. Like you didn't know most of that already. You look at the tiny list that you had managed to get written down and sighed. You adjust the height of your training targets to his height, your jaw drops as you crane your head up. 'well shit.' You take a deep breath and massage your temples, why the hell did you accept? To go home. Your eyes harden as you remember your family, you had to do this. If not for yourself, for them. You had fought men his height before, some even taller. However, this was Ghost for fucks sake, the mention of the mans name is enough to stop an entire army dead in their tracks. You take a deep breath. "okay, so, I've got the limited intel available, now I just need to figure out how to get him to come to me, because there is no way I'm taking on all of taskforce 141.." you lingered on your own question for a while, debating the outcomes of different plans. ---- "THATS IT" you sit up in your bed, you were just about to fall asleep when an idea popped into your head, The only way to get his attention, and have him come to you: You would pretend to be him. Nobody liked being copied right?

Every other plan you had thought of before came to the same grizzly conclusion; Your imminent death. You just hoped that Ghost would be curious enough about a copycat that he wouldn't just kill you immediately. That brings you to where you are now, watching a movie-esque battle scene unfold Infront of you between a terrorist group and a gang. You had found out that taskforce 141 had been seen in the area recently, searching for the terrorist group currently fighting Infront of you, they had recently threatened to attack and overthrow the government- so they were on 141's radar. You watched as the two groups reached a sort of stalemate, gunfire ceased, so you made your way down to the ground from the rooftop, silently blending into the background.

For now. Unlike Ghost and even your usual self in this scenario, your goal was to be seen- at least by the other gang. You knew the opposing gang was a supplier of intel to 141, so they would immediately recognize Ghost. This also meant that if you didn't move now- the real Ghost would be there sooner or later. You made your way around to the back of the terrorist group, sneaking up behind one of the men, immediately taking out your knife and pulling him to the ground, quickly dispatching of him before he made any noise. This was easy work for you, after being an assassin for this long, there weren't many scenarios that made you nervous, but the thought of Ghost showing up to the 'party' with the rest of taskforce 141, had you wanting to kill these men and get the fuck out quickly. This was simply phase one of your plan, you needed Ghost to be interested enough that he'd seek you out alone, its the only way you could possibly beat him. You groaned softly, noticing how the weight of all of the gear Ghost would wear weighs you down, you had his look down pat, it was just the height that was the issue. If you wanted the gang to think you were Ghost, you were going to have to keep your distance from them, otherwise they'd know something was up. You made your way around the group, pulling them into the shadows one by one, it wasn't until the last one that you purposefully let yourself be seen, the man turned around and you could have sworn he nearly passed out when he saw the skull mask- he froze, letting you take advantage of his lack of movement. He briefly began to yell, quickly silenced as his body hit the ground with a thud, you wiped your knife off on his shirt before standing, "He really does strike fear into the hearts of men" You said almost baffled, but not entirely surprised. It wasn't long before you heard footsteps in the distance, a red dot appearing on your chest for a moment before a spotlight is on you from a distance. "Holy shit its Ghost?" "Who contacted 141?" "I was going to now but I guess someone already did" "I only sent for them about a minute ago.. how the hell did they get here so fast?" The men from the gang all seemed confused, it was going exactly as you planned. As they all talked amongst themselves, you took it upon yourself to slip back into the shadows, leaving the scene littered with your kills. 'Phase one complete" You reported back to your boss, finally removing the skull mask before abruptly ending the call, you had to get the hell out of the area, and fast. ---- "Copy. Thanks boys." Price looked over at Ghost suddenly, a confused look on his face. "Ghost" "Yes sir?" "Apparently we are no longer needed for that callout on the terrorist group, according to our intel, you already handled it" Ghost wasn't a man of many big reactions, so by the way his eyes widened Price started getting the gist of what was going on. "Well they seem pretty convinced it was you, it would appear you have a copycat. Skull mask and all." There wasn't much that surprised Simon anymore, especially not in his field of work, but this was new. The team agreed to go and look at the scene, all scouting the area for this 'copycat' incase they were still in the area. "Jeez, they certainly did a number on em' didnt they?" Soap announced, pushing one of the bodies over with his foot. A small grunt of agreement was heard from Ghost as he observed the patterns in the 'handywork' of whoever did this. "Whoever it was, they knew what they were doing." Price stated, pointing out how all the bodies bar one were hidden from sight in the shadows. "9 people, all with the same knife" Ghost stated, his brain working in overdrive trying to figure out who might be doing this. "So it was definitely just one person? Shit" Soap looked shocked, "This is easy work for us" Ghost sighed, not wanting to admit being impressed himself. "A copycat huh?" He mumbled to himself. ----- Hope you enjoyed, next part coming soon :) -yours

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Konig jealous of other men hitting on you? Secret relationship vibes?????

im boutta go as feral as this man. !Smut below the read more! He would be the type to just stare at you and the other man across the room, he could tell you were trying to let the guy down easy but just seeing another guy approach you made König's blood boil, and that was just from the guy talking to you- if he touched you, thats when he'd snap. He knew it must be hard to hide the relationship while turning another down, so König wouldn't blame you at all, he saw how hard you tried to escape the situation, but he would walk over- completely silent, and pick you up, literally pulling you out of the conversation. He'd leave the other guy speechless as he threw you over his shoulder, glaring at the now frozen man. "Don't touch what isn't yours" He wouldn't care that someone knew about your relationship after that, he decided it was the safest option to avoid this situation again. because who would want to challenge this giant killing machine, like c'mon. he acts like its for your sake that you both announce the relationship, but in reality its because he's anxious that someone will take you away from him now, being the anxious boi he is

König would praise you so much, and he'd want to be praised, he'd need to hear you say that he was your only one, that you were his, his emotions and anxiety running wild, He would take his time for you, pleasuring you, touching you, loving you, he wanted you to feel every part of him, Would insta-cum when you tell him that you're his, his possessiveness shining through as he would lose control over his words, filthy thoughts coming to mind, "That's it little one, you can take it right? You're all mine.." "Say it louder, this can be how we tell everyone" He decided making you scream his name was the perfect announcement to the team.

At breakfast the next morning he'd insist you sat next to each other, his arm comfortably around your shoulder, you both got looks from around the room, some confused, some annoyed and some happy. König would simply stare back at anyone looking over, but you knew he was bright pink under that hood. "I FUCKIN' KNEW YOU TWO HAD SOMETHING GOING ON" Soap would squeal as he sat down at the table, "Too. Fucking loud." Simon would grumble, holding the side of his head, before he looked up at yourself and König, "I barely slept last night, I wonder why?" Lets just say both you and König were bright pink babbling messes.

hope you enjoyed, lovie. Requests/asks are open :D -yours

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Riding ghost when hes just gotten home from a mission !!!

!Contains smut! bro sleepy simon best simon [03:37] He would be so gentle with you, because he's tired, he usually likes to be on top, but having you on top of him would drive him insane. One of his gloved hands would dig into your hip, the other wrapping around your throat gently, just to remind you that he's still in charge. He would mumble out various praises, making sure that he's as deep as possible within you so he can feel you clench around him. When he'd get close, he would sit up and wrap his arms around you tightly, groaning and whimpering in your ear about how tight you feel, nipping at your neck. He would still want you to come first, a gloved hand reaching down and toying with your sensitive areas, your moans would be music to his ears, and if you praise him, BOI would he come so fast, work is high stress for him so getting all the praise from his favourite person would send him over the edge, he'd hold you down on him until he's completely ridden out his orgasm, mouthing at your chest and groaning softly, depending on how tired he is, he'd most likely feel like a second round after seeing you ride him, never fails to turn him on. all round sleepy Simon 10/10

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König ; Whiskey and Desperation pts1-4

all 4 parts of Whiskey and Determination

He had admired you from a professional distance for months now, always just out of arms reach. He thought he could ignore how he felt about you, but he cant anymore, he's not just interested in you anymore- he's desperate for your touch.

contains: smut, mild alcohol consumption, desperate! König, almost feral, mutual pining,slight angst, BFF!Soap&Ghost, afab!reader, big boy König has reached his limit, and your teasing hasn't helped, size kink if you squint. & Of course this story includes König in taskforce 141.

heres the complete story :D requests are open! -yours

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Whiskey and Desperation; Konig pt4/4

Minors DNI. You will be blocked.

You could cut the tension with a knife."I've wanted you, for a long time" He breathes out, his hand rubbing up and down your arm, coming up to your shoulder to play with the strap of your singlet."you have me" you breathe out suddenly, and it was almost as if something snapped within König, his hand immediately finding the back of your head, fingers tangling into your hair as he pulls you down into a kiss, pulling his hood up just above his nose.The kiss tasted of whiskey and desperation, on both ends.König's hands were everywhere, and it wasn't long before they travelling up your singlet, his cold hands hovering over your breasts as he looks up at you for permission.You grab his hand and push it against your chest, making the man groan in his spot, he had dreamed of this happening, and now he was finally touching you.He very quickly got sick of the layers of clothing separating you both, but rather than taking your singlet off like a reasonable human, he tore it right down the middle, immediately unhooking your bra and throwing it to the side, your eyes widen as he sits up, pulling you back into his chest, and shoving your breasts into his face, he was forceful, desperate and damn near feral at this point, his only thoughts were to get as close as humanly possible to you.He mouthed over the soft skin of your chest, his hot breath causing you to get goosebumps, the heat between your legs growing to an almost uncontrollable urge,"Konig-"He stops and looks up at you, not without first admiring the array of dark purple marks across your chest."Yes, little one?""I need you" You whine softly, your eyes glazed over with lust, and in that moment the man almost finished in his pants.You stand up from your position, immediately missing his touch, as you slowly slid off your pants, König was staring at you, taking in each and every moment, his face a bright shade of pink, before doing the same himself, leaving himself in just his hood and boxers.You moved back over to him, running your hands down his chest and watching as he twitched in his boxers.His hands moved to your hips, pulling you down onto him again, the closer friction mixed with less layers, had both of you panting."as- punishment, for ignoring me, you cant touch me until I say-"

König's eyes widen entirely after you said that, he almost flipped you over then and there and took you it turned him on so much, but he remembered just how sad you were that he was avoiding you, and he agreed, letting his hands slide down off of your hips.His whimpers were angelic as you freed his member from his boxers, you were wondering if he was going to fit, when you could practically hear the smirk on König's face,

"dont worry, I'll make it fit" He groans, watching as your eyes grow even darker with lust. He was turning you on to no end, and if you didn't have him now, you were sure you just might explode.You stroked him a few times, watching as his head rolled back on his shoulders, his muscles tensing underneath you as he fought off every urge to touch you."remember, no touching" You say softly as you move your underwear to the side, just as you thought, this entire encounter had you turned on to no end, you were definitely ready to take him,or so you thought.

You rubbed the tip of his member through your folds, the feeling almost electric, and amplified with the groans and whimpers that he was letting slip. You could tell he was holding himself back because of your wishes, so you decided not to drag it on for too long.

You lined him up with your entrance, and slowly began to lower yourself down on him, König's back arched immediately, his arms moving up to cover his head, his whimpers growing louder the more you sunk down onto him,You got about halfway down before you felt like you'd hit your limit, the sudden stop causing for König to sit up on his elbows, looking down at where you both connected."I'm sorry little one" "why are you- König-" you cut yourself off with a sharp moan.He had lost control at the sight of you trying your best to fit him inside you, your face scrunched up with your mouth hanging open, all of his self control was out of the window as his hands immediately found your hips, sitting up so your chests were flush together,"Just tell me if it gets too much, little one" His eyes looked directly into yours, and you couldn't be mad at him, it was incredibly hot watching him lose all control, before you knew it he was shoving you down further onto him, your head falling to his chest at the feeling of him splitting you open."Almost there" He said softly, groaning in-between.He was speaking to himself in German, swearing under his breath as he finally bottomed out.Both of you took a moment to breathe,"my hood-" he groaned,"what?" "take it off, I want you to take it off"Your heart was thumping in your chest, your hands nervously fiddling with the cloth, before it finally fell to the ground.

He was beautiful. "You must like how I look, you just tightened around me-" He groaned, making you blush, "You're beautiful" you smiled, kissing his cheeks, the soft moment only fleeting before he lifted your hips up and pulled them back down, you were a mess, completely lost to the feeling of him inside you, your arms moving to his shoulders as you clung on for dear life."I told. you. Id . Make. It. Fit." He groaned through clenched teeth as he pulled your body down on himself, annunciating his words by hitting your deepest spots. You were going crazy, overwhelmed by emotions and by the filthy act you were both doing, almost as if it was his instinct, König pulls you off of him, and flips you over so that you were on all fours beneath him, his large hand running down your spine as he pushes your back down, arching your back for him."I hope you know, that this is only the beginning, little one"

--- -yours ;)

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Whiskey and Desperation; König pt3/4

Minors DNI. You will be blocked.

The wind was a welcomed chill, cooling you off and allowing the fog to leave your brain. That's it then, you think to yourself. Time to move on. You took another swig from the bottle, before the door to the rooftop opens, you dont even bother turning around as you laugh, "I'm okay Soap, really, just needed some fresh air" "Glad you're okay then." Your eyes widen as you spin around in your spot, not finding the Scottish man you had assumed would've come to check on you. "Mind if I have a swig?" König's voice was enough to send your body into hyperdrive, after constantly thinking about him and not seeing him for the past almost month, you almost couldn't believe he was here now and talking to you. "this must be some good booze, if I'm imagining you being here, it was a worthwhile buy" You joke sadly, causing for König to walk up beside you. "No, I'm here." You fell silent after that, handing him the bottle. He took a rather big swig before putting the cap back on, "I'm sorry" The words caught you off-guard, losing your balance in your spot as you turned to face the tall man immediately.

"I'm sorry I didn't realize sooner how much you meant to me" He seemed shy, nervous even, his eyes never leaving your face as he searched for how you felt. "Why would you ignore me like that?" You mumbled, slightly tipsy but still in your right mind, it was more of a welcomed confidence booster than anything else. "I wanted my focus to be on work. I have realized now that I work better when I am with you." His words hung in the air for a moment, as you took a deep breath. "I want a rematch" König's eyes widened as the completely unexpected answer left your lips. "pardon?" "A rematch. The only reason I won last time was because you were distracted. I want to win the right way." Why am I talking about training when he just essentially confessed to me? You internally facepalmed. You were surprised when König's eyes lit up at your request, "right here, right now" He smiled, putting the bottle of alcohol down on the ground. With your new welcomed confidence, you accepted, getting into your stance before lunging at the man, he immediately dodged your attempt and pulled you down onto the ground, your back immediately hitting the cold concrete, "thats eight, Little one" He smirked down at you, you could see it in his eyes that he was enjoying seeing you struggle, a pink bush stinging your cheeks as he climbed over you. He hadn't done this before, you thought. His large body covered yours entirely as he held you down, a laugh spilling from his lips as he moved his knee in between your legs, his hands grabbing at your wrists. "now be a good girl, and stay still-" He cuts himself off with a sharp groan, as you moved your thigh up and brushed it over his crotch, breaking his focus long enough for you to flip him over onto his back. "you naughty girl" He says from below you, not fighting back, "Nothing in the rules against playing dirty" You quip back, making the man below you grumble slightly. "You dont like this?" you ask softly, the strap of your singlet falling from your shoulder, driving the man below you insane. His hands find your hips and in an instant, he has pulled you directly on top of his clothed crotch, pulling you down onto him, "does that feel like I dont enjoy this?" He growled, looking up at you with hooded eyes, your face turning red as you could clearly feel how hard he was. The alcohol must've been a confidence boost for him too. -----

why does tumblr only let me post small parts at a time :C -yours

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Whiskey and Desperation; König pt2/4

Minors DNI. You will be blocked.

It was around 8pm when you finally decided to get ready to go to the common room for drinks, it was mutually decided by everyone that this would be the best place to drink as a team, after Soaps last night out at the local bar. It wasn't pretty. Deciding to wear something comfortable, you decided on a singlet considering the hot weather at night lately. It got rather stuffy in a room full of trained killers, go figure. "surely we can afford air conditioning here.." you mumbled to yourself while drying your hair after a shower. You were aware that the singlet you had on left almost nothing to the imagination, but you didn't care. You wanted to be comfortable and let loose for the night, grabbing a bottle of whiskey from your cupboard, you set out towards the common room, immediately going to sit next to your best pal Soap, who immediately pulled up a chair for you at the table. Soap had originally approached you to see what had happened with König, and when you told him what happened, he had a smug grin on his face and said "I'm sure time will tell, then", and for the past couple weeks he's been a good friend to you, making you laugh when you needed it. Alongside Soap, was Ghost, a stoic man who barely spoke to you, but when he did, his full attention was on you. You respected them both, and when they suggested you join everyone for drinks, you couldn't think of an answer as to why you shouldn't go. All was going well, until it was suddenly announced that part of the team has returned from a reconnaissance mission, after a few drinks, you didn't think your heart would drop as fast as it did, but you knew it meant that König was back. Your eyes were trained on the door, looking for any movement, before a tap on your back pulled you out of your trance, "Relax, kid." Ghosts voice rang through the air as he returned to his seat with a fresh pint of beer, and you released a shaky breath, taking another sip of your drink. Mid-way through your sip, a group of men walk through the door, and of course at the back of the group, is the tall man whose been avoiding your existence for weeks. You immediately lock eyes with König, who seems to freeze in his spot. You break the eye contact, and stand up from your seat, finishing your glass of whiskey and grabbing the now half-empty bottle. "I'll see you guys in the morning, dont quite feel like being avoided tonight" you mumble, Soap goes to try and convince you to stay, but Ghost stops him as you walk away, pointing out the rather obvious staring that König is doing. "See that? He cant get enough of her, mate" Ghost says lowly, causing for Soap to laugh. "want to make a bet then?" They both watch on as you walk straight past König, not even so much as looking at him, and leaving- bottle in hand. "Ooff thats just cold" Soap winces while watching König, "serves the bugger right, he's been doing the same thing to her." The two men agreed and took sips of their respective drinks, waiting to see what König would do next. König was torn. After three weeks of not seeing you, he was finally able to get his head back in the game, but at the same time, he had never felt this kind of feeling, it was almost a heavy feeling. As he walked into the common room, purely to say goodnight to everyone, his eyes immediately fell on you, and his breath caught in his throat as your eyes met his. He had missed you. All of the thoughts and feelings rushed back to him in an instant, he didn't know what to do. It was only when he saw you suddenly walking past him without even looking back, did he realize just how much he had messed up by avoiding you. Just like in the last mission together, he went after you without a second thought.

---- hope youre enjoying this, -yours

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Whiskey and Desperation; König pt1/4

"GET DOWN NOW ENEMY AIRSTRIKE" König yelled at the rest of the team, an airstrike coming in overhead, the tall man saw that you were still out in the open, and he couldn't stop himself from running out to grab you- and as if you were a ragdoll, he picked you up and ran back to cover, he noticed that you were yelling something at him, the sound of gunshots limiting his hearing, but before he knew it you were wriggling out of his arms, and running back over to another teammate, one König hadn't noticed, shit, he thought, running after you. He grabbed the other man, pulling him up, noticing the injuries he had sustained. You helped König run with the man back to cover, your chests heaving as the sound of explosions rung through the building, dust everywhere as everyone checked on each other. "Good work, Y/L/N" König said, the first words he had ever said to you. His eyes were piercing, almost as if he saw right through you. You were embarrassed to say what effect that look had on you. From that moment on, you wanted to get to know the tall man, you knew damn near nothing about him, other than that he was relatively cold as a person- according to your teammates. You refused to believe that, there was something else in those eyes, a warmth- more like a burning flame. König however, was scared and confused. He couldn't believe that he completely missed a wounded teammate, he only thought of you in that moment. Thats not what I'm here to do, he thought to himself.

You would observe how he reacted to things, and from what you saw, the man never seemed interested in anything aside from his work. It was hard to see him anywhere other than on the field, or in the training rooms. So it was at those times that you did everything you could to gain the attention of the hooded man, including asking him to train with you.

"sure."

His answer was cold, but you couldn't hide the excitement you had for the next day, barely sleeping, you simply couldn't stop thinking about him. Little did you know, you were already on König's radar though confused, he thought about you far more than he'd care to admit, the once sporadic rookie, now trained killer- he had kept his eye on you for a long time now, watching you learn and grow-and watching you open up to the team and become a valued member- is what he tells himself. In reality, his thoughts of you were far more selfish,

He spent too many sleepless nights wishing his thoughts of you would come true. However his job required his full attention, so he would have to put whatever he felt aside. That was going to be incredibly hard, he thought, as you walked into the training room wearing a deliciously tight shirt, he felt his throat run dry as he tried to set his mind straight, his eyes subconsciously following your figure everywhere you went. Unsurprisingly, the training lead to a healthy dose of competitiveness from the both of you, he had gained even more respect for your unwillingness to give up, something in him wanted to see you completely give up- to yield to him, he hid this desire behind wanting you to push yourself, but it was really just self indulgence. He eventually began teasing you, trying to get you angry, so every time König pinned you down, he'd count it, his eyes smiling at how hard you were trying to genuinely win.

"That's seven, Little one"

Little one, you dont remember when he started calling you that, you were sure it was somewhere around the 3/4th time pinning you, but you couldn't get enough of this playful side of him, it only made you want to beat him more. In terms of one on one combat, he had you beat every time. His skills mixed with his build, made it almost impossible for you to win against him, that was until he got distracted. König's eyes nearly bulged out of his head as you innocently pulled your shirt up to wipe the sweat from your forehead, after being thrown to the ground multiple times by the bigger man, you had started sweating up a storm.

He couldn't get the image of your soft looking skin, the colour of your bra, the way your chest rose and fell from your intense breathing, the sweat- all of it- off of his mind, and he couldn't tell whether he was the luckiest or unluckiest man alive. Shit. He couldn't focus anymore, and before both of you knew it, you had won the next round, König's back slamming into the matts on the floor with a loud thud. It brought him back to reality, thats for sure, but instead he was met with the image of you straddling him, face red with exertion, shocked that you had caught him off guard, your breathing heavy as you attempted to use all your strength to hold the man down. He felt his member twitch in his pants, and he immediately lifted you off of him with one arm, standing up, and leaving without another word. Leaving you lying on the matts, exhausted, confused and worried about him. König went straight to his room without a second word, walking straight past Ghost and Soap, leaving them wondering what had happened. he was completely at a loss for words- you were driving him crazy. It is safe to say, he did not sleep much that night.

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Was I too weak? Is he just not good with women? Did I upset him? the thoughts were endless as you searched for an answer, but none arose. It wasn't until after about three weeks of barely seeing König, as he was in and out of missions, that you finally got your answer.

or so you thought.

"have you seen how he avoids Y/N like the plague? What happened there?" You froze in your spot, deciding not to enter the training room as you hear your name mentioned. Without them even mentioning his name, you knew they were talking about König, he really was avoiding you at all cost. "yeah, he's been acting really out of it lately." "I think he might like her.." "why do you think that? he doesn't even look at the poor girl" "well, it seems like he's doing it for a reason, and knowing that guy, it really could be anything." The two men laugh it off, and continue their practice, you decide to go for a walk instead of training- their conversation still lingering on your mind. "poor girl" you laughed while in thought, as if you were going to let this get you down- It did, oh god did it get you down. You had so much fun training with the mysterious man, that you miss him, as if he could treat you like this and still like you. What better way to solve this confusion that than to have some drinks with your teammates? ------ part 2 will be uploaded immediately ;) Hope you guys enjoyed :D requests are open, -yours

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