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blueberriesandjam · 4 months

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this is my show

lay me down tonight in my diamonds and pearls tell me something nice about your favourite girl 18+ taking requests

the soft glow of candlelight flickers through the opulent bedroom and illuminates your steps as you emerge from the walk-in closet, light on your toes. drapes of georgette dance against your curves as you approach him, his eyes scanning up from your meticulously done scarlet pedicure to the unabashedly scarlet emerald that rests on your decolletage. out of all the possessions sitting in his mansion, you’re his favourite.

your voice, dripping in honey and mischief, brings his gaze to meet yours, “what do you think, mr. president?”

you’re playful, light-hearted, and enjoy toying with him.

his hunger for power and maintaining political dictatorship meant there were people six feet under for saying less than you. not his best girl though, she can do whatever she likes and say whatever she wants - as long as he’s watching. although coriolanus snow is usually ten steps ahead, you have unknowingly become a muse in his dark symphony of ambition.

“turn.” he orders, too stubborn to break his hardened exterior. your eyes twinkle with glee, a simple direction from him making you feel hot to the core and even the hairs on the nape of your neck stand to attention. the air is thick with lust as the most powerful figure in panem, leaning back on the plush chaise of your shared sleeping quarters, takes time out of his busy evening to watch his wife try on lingerie.

you twirl at his command, the pleats of your babydoll dress picking up air and flowing with your movement. you stop abruptly when turned away from him, feeling a harsh cold breeze resting on the dampness of your matching thong. you smile mischievously and try to have fun with your solemn spouse, taking crimson-painted nails and shimmying the sheer hem up your backside.

the fabric dances up, revealing your hot, well-rounded ass, and you sway your hips playfully for the president of panem. each of your actions is crafted to allure and beguile.

he hisses inwardly, his thick trousers tightening at the sound of your giggle as you drop the dress back down. snow lifts his back off the chair and leans against already spread knees, reaching a hand out to paw at your ass cheek. the heat of his touch sizzles against your skin, and you instinctively roll your neck back, wanting to melt into his touch, fuse skin into skin, bury into his soul.

smack.

“you like it, baby?” he asks, trailing his fingers teasingly across your now-searing bottom, his pointer finger looping once until coincidentally finding the heat of your core. you gasp as he switches to his thumb, which lightly swirls exactly where you want it to.

“only if you do.”

he can’t help but find amusement in your submissive charm. so eager to please your president. “i’ll get it made in red too.”

smack.

he would erect statues of you in district 8 if that’s what you wished. snow’s favourite girl, adorned in his wealth and success, laced with diamonds, pearls and the rarest silks. you represented how far he had come, living in quiet squalor with tigris and his grandmother, and now with the emerald of panem doting on his every move. beautiful, smart, interesting and most importantly, obedient.

“let me see your face.”

you spin as soon as he asks. you had missed the sight of him already. you had to learn not to get greedy with his time, moping around the mansion and draping yourself over the furniture awaiting his return most days. touching yourself to the thought of him stressfully running his fingers through his golden curls while making some decisions you didn’t really care about that concerned people you didn’t really care about. cumming as soon as you think about him watching you through the cctv that tracked your every movement. looking into the camera and moaning his name so he knows exactly how much pathetic little mrs. snow craves her husband.

you take your chance to climb and straddle either side of him, settling on his hardening lap. you nuzzle your face into his neck and feel his beautiful curls brush against your forehead, “mmm,” you breathe. strong soap, fresh linens and peppermint. “i want to eat you.”

it’s rare to get a sincere laugh out of coriolanus, and when he does, your stomach fills with butterflies and heart quenches with relief. you pull back and stare into his icy eyes, racked with the urge to inhale his entire being, consume him completely until you become one. he scared you, yes, dictated every moment of your life, knew your obedience to him could be led by a single strand of hair, but you were his. knowing no one else in the world would be privileged enough to be this close to him was enough to drench your panties with arousal.

his silly little girl, so entranced by his every move and begging for attention. his silly little girl.

snow’s strong hand weaves through the back of your hair, and he forces you against him, smashing your lips together and pressing deeply. it’s as if he could tell how much you wanted to breathe him in and fuse lips permanently. his soft, soft, plump heart-shaped lips. too soft for the harshness that escaped his mind most of the time.

you can’t help it, your wetness is raising your internal temperature and you almost lose your breath feeling his hardness through the thin thong material straight against your clit, so you find an ever-so-slight rhythm as you beg him to smother you with kisses.

“easy,” he pulls you back with a heavy grasp of your hair and your breath hitches, aching at the loss of his touch. “you still have more things to try on for me.”

you yelp as he gently returns you on the floor and urges you back into the wardrobe with another slap to the bottom. you disappear sulking and insanely turned on, yearning to be attached to him for the rest of the night.

although snow would never admit it nor dream of telling you, you’ve left him momentarily breathless too.

i've not written in a while (legit first tumblr post in years) but i can't stop thinking about snow. like people get sent to special places for this level of delusion. anyways, send me requests !

#the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas smut #tbosas x reader #coriolanus snow smut #coriolanus snow x you #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow imagine #coriolanus snow fanfiction #coriolanus smut #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus snow #Coriolanus snow fanfic

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cat-astrophicgem · 10 months

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In need of someone to write this fic bc I’m incapable:

what I truly need to the very CORE of my being is FBI!Stiles saving Eli from imminent death like maybe he was kidnapped and the pack is looking for him and maybe stiles is undercover and hears about this kid with a last name Hale who also happens to be a werewolf (that’s sus) and then blows his cover to save him cause he has to KNOW and obviously stiles is badass, he’s been an agent for YEARS and Eli calls derek aka dad and is like “hey this guy saved me” and maybe he FaceTimes him and then Derek sees stiles OKAY and maybe there is CCTV footage of stiles saving eli and everyone sees WHO KNOWS that’d be crazy

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #scott mcall #lydia martin #sheriff stilinski #the rest of the pack #prompt??#fanfic #please #fbi stiles #eli hale #bamf stiles fics

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bluekittyworld · 2 months

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There is Karma [Chapter 3]

Likes and reblogs are much appreciated!

Warning: smut 18+

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Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 4

You rushed home, did your makeup again, just simple foundation, lipstick and eyeliner, you let your hair down it naturally had soft curls. You wondered would a dress be better or trousers? After trying about twenty outfits and making a pile of clothes on the floor by your cupboard, you finally decided on wearing black lose fitted trousers and a green shirt with gold buttons, and for accessories you worse gold earring. Taking your black shoulder bag and ensuring you have your card, car guys and phone, you headed towards your car, it was 6:30pm on the dot, the GPS showed it takes 25 minutes to reach Yoongi’s address, everything was within time, you let out a breath you didn’t even realise you were holding. It was nerve wrecking and exciting at the same time.

You arrived to the address, you were expecting apartments, but instead you saw a lovely mansion, it was huge with automatic gates, you were at the gates, before you even rolled down your window to press the intercom, the gates automatically opened, that meant he was watching you on the cctv, you smiled, this man was truly a gentleman, taking care of the smallest details to make the other person comfortable as possible.

You parked your car by the extravagant fountain and walked to the front door, Yoongi was already there leaning by the door frame. He was wearing black sweatpants and a white t-shirt, hair tousled some of it over his eyes, his cherry lips smiling at you. You smiled back, was he always this handsome?

“Hi” you waved.

“Hey _____”

Your name on his lips sounded so sexy.

Yoongi motioned you to come in shutting the door behind, everything in his house screamed luxury, from the marble floors to the designer sofas. Yoongi wasn’t a minimalist or a maximalist, everything was just right, you noticed he used the colour scheme of green and black throughout his house, it was pretty and coincidentally matching your outfit. You smiled that you ended up wearing his favourite colours.

“So _____, how was your day?” he asked, pulling out a chair for you to sit in his kitchen.

“Stressful, my brother dumped a lot of work on me.” You pouted.

Yoongi chuckled and winked “Hopefully the coffee tasting can take your tiredness away.”

You smiled back, he was making butterflies wild in your tummy.

The evening was going great, Yoongi made you taste a total of seven different coffee blend with toffee syrup, and you both came down to a single blend, Yoongi decided to sell that blend for his winter special across his cafes. You were glad you could help and it felt really nice bonding with him. Soon it was 10:30pm, time flew with Yoongi, you had work the following morning, you should go back home, but another 30 minutes with Yoongi won’t be too bad right? When will you get another chance to be here giggling with him… so you decided to stay till 11pm.

Yoongi was visibly a lot more comfortable around you now, you noticed how his eyes almost disappeared when he was laughing, how his hair moved around, how beautiful his hands are, how milky white and clear his skin is. Most of all how melodic his voice is, so masculine and deep, you wish you could fall asleep to his voice. You were looking at him, you hadn’t noticed how close he had come to you, maybe noticed your attraction to him too? He tucked your hair behind your ear, as he was about to retreat his hand, you placed yours over his, keeping his hand on your cheek.

“Yoongi?” you whispered.

“Mhm?” he looked deep into your eyes.

“I like you” you confessed.

He didn’t react at all, he was just stood there, not a single muscle moved, you somewhat felt stupid for saying that to him, clearly you were imagining things and Yoongi didn’t feel the same way about you, you felt embarrassed to the core, you got off the high stool chair to excuse yourself, tears burning your eyes threatening to fall. Just then Yoongi gently pushed your back into the kitchen worktop, trapping you between it and himself, he cupped your face and brought his lips as close as possible to yours but not touching them.

“May I?” he whispered.

His minty warm breath intoxicating you, you nodded, and he didn’t waste a second you seal your lips with his. He tasted like vanilla and coffee, you closed your eyes and indulged in the feeling, it was perfect, you wished time had stopped here. He let go when you were out of breath, you opened your eyes and looked up to him, he was smiling, and his eyes were full of lust. Yoongi moved back, he didn’t do more, you wished he had though, he didn’t look you back at you again.

“I’ll see you again sometime soon.” He said in a monotone voice with his back towards you.

You were hurt, you’re sure he enjoyed that too but why was he acting this way?

You just nodded and left, you’re not sure if he even saw your nod, you didn’t want to speak you knew your voice would crack. Leaving his house and sitting in your car you let your tears fall, why was he behaving this way? The whole night in your bed the same question ran through your mind, you checked your phone multiple times to see if he messaged you, but the notifications stayed empty, you don’t know when you fell asleep.

A few days had passed, and you did find out, it was true your father was in talks of setting your future with Park Jimin. The Park Jimin known to be a womanizer, born with a golden spoon but zero manners. You tried to negotiate with your father you didn’t want a future with Jimin, but your father thought he gave you a life of luxury, so he was allowed to make such decisions for you.

You were depressed, everything was not going your way, Yoongi ignored you like you never existed, this Park Jimin arranged marriage thing was annoying you, workload was too much that every day you spent extra hours in the office. It was finally Saturday and you decided to do nothing today other than lay in bed and watch drams, you were watching The Legend of the Blue Sea when your phone rang, you decided to ignore it not even checking the screen, somebody from work is probably calling. After finishing your episode and not feeling like watching the next one, you decided to check your phone, there were a couple of calls from Yoongi, and like 20 messages from him. You were shocked, you immediately rang back, before checking the messages.

“Hello?” you said.

In a response you heard a sneeze from Yoongi.

“I’m outside your house please open the door, your doorbell isn’t working or something?” he said sniffling, you checked outside and it was raining, had he been waiting in the rain all this time…

You ran downstairs, still in your pyjamas and opened the door, there you saw a soaked Yoongi. You moved aside to let him step in, it was all too shocking why was he here and why was he waiting for so long…?

“Yoongi, why are you here?” you asked.

“______, I’m sorry” he said as he handed you a bouquet of wet flowers.

You were confused and surprised, “I thought…”

Yoongi silenced you with a kiss, “I said I’m sorry, I just needed time to arrange my feelings for you”

His clothes were dripping, you placed the bouquet on your dining table and rushed to get him a towel. He was grateful, you eyed him and asked, “Why didn’t you wait in your car or something?”

“I took a taxi to the shops then walked it here, it wasn’t supposed to rain today” he sneezed, making you smile a little.

“Come upstairs and wash up in hot water while I get some clothes for you” you suggested.

He nodded and followed you. After getting changed and dried, he came downstairs, you prepared some hot soup for the both of you. All your anger towards him dissipated seeing him in your oversized clothes, they fitted him perfectly, his semi-dry black locks framed his face, that damn smile melted your heart each time.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to ignore you, I just�� I have feelings for you and I was a little scared...” Yoongi spoke up.

You smiled, this big grown man was shy from you, instead of responding with words you softly kissed his lips, you felt him smile into the kiss, he placed a hand on the small of your back, pulling you in closer, he smelt of your shampoo and his natural musk, driving you insane.

After eating and spending some time talking, Yoongi asked you “_____ will you be mine?” You nodded eagerly, this beautiful man was now yours and you were his, you jumped into his embrace, this Saturday could not be better.

It was your 1-month anniversary, you had invited Yoongi to your house to celebrate, he found it amusing how you wanted to celebrate each month of being together. You prepared a range of food, including his favourite dishes, and bought a beautiful cake for dessert. You put on your favourite bodycon long sleeve black dress with matching red lingerie underneath, yes you had other ideas in your head, Yoongi hadn’t made any advances other than passionate kissing.

Soon he arrived, he was surprised to see the candlelit dining room.

He covered your eyes brought you towards the mirror, he opened a box from what you could hear, and cold metal draped around your neck, you opened your eyes to see a diamond serpent necklace adorning your neck, he smiled at you in the reflection.

“Hope you like it” he said as he handed you the box.

You loved it, it was like a metal snake around your neck and when you looked down at the box, it said BVLGARI, this man really didn’t care about how much spent on you.

“Thank you, Yoongi” you tiptoed and kissed his cheek.

He smiled back at you as he sat down at your dining table.

“Yoongi?” you asked.

He looked up from his food towards you and smiled, he relished in the dishes you cooked for him, he genuinely enjoyed your cooking.

“Please stay the night” you whispered.

He nodded; you felt a sense of satisfaction.

The evening turned into the night as you both laughed over the most random topics, you often caught Yoongi looking at you with sadness in his eyes, you ignored the uneasy feeling.

As the clock hit midnight, you took his hand and took him to your bedroom, pushing him on your bed and kissing him with passion, he held your back with one hand and the other behind your head pushing you more into himself.

“_____” he whispered.

“Mhm?” You asked.

“Are you sure you want this?” he asked your permission, trying to hold himself back.

“I do” you smiled and took his lips back between yours nibbling on his lower lip, making him moan.

Yoongi’s hands were tender as he unzipped your dress and took it off every so gently making sure not to damage it in the process. He licked his lips when he saw what you were wearing under it, his eyes becoming more lustful, the way the red lace contrasted your skin was beautiful. Yoongi laid you on your back and took his time to appreciate your body, his lips hovered over your clothed breast and left many kisses before he slipped a hand behind your back and skilfully unbuckled your bra. He didn’t even bother to take it off, he slipped it a little lower freeing your breasts, as he took one nipple in his mouth and the other between his hand. The way he moved his tongue and bit down made you moan his name over and over. Slowly he moved his way down onto your tummy leaving butterfly kisses all over as he reached the band of your panties.

He slowly removed them carefully as he caressed your thighs and kissed them. He then proceeded to kiss your pussy, your breath hitched at this action of his and it certainly didn’t go unnoticed by him, he smirked and moved back up. He looked down at you and removed his t-shirt and joggers, taking one of your hands and placing it on his abs encouraging you to touch him, you enjoyed this feeling.

Yoongi had removed your bra completely at this point, he had one hand on your boob, the other between your hair as he kissed you passionately. He grinded his clothed dick over your naked pussy, making you moan multiple times into the kiss. He was gentle with each move, taking care of you and making your pleasure his top priority. You wanted to feel more, you pushed your hip upwards earning a chuckle from Yoongi. He took off his boxers, giving you what you wanted.

“Please Yoongi” you looked up into his eyes, he nodded.

He took hold of his dick and slipped the tip between your folds, sliding it up and down, driving you insane, then without warning he slipped right in as deep as he could. You screamed his name in pleasure, it felt so good to be so full, you quickly adjusted to his size. He had the perfect length and girth, he was fast, with each push he watched your boobs bounce and he loved the sight, he really was a boob guy. He held onto your hips tightly as he went harder and faster, you were so close, he knew this how your walls were squeezing down on him making it harder for him to push in and out.

“Do it” he demanded, and that’s all it took you as you came all over his dick, he kept going at the same speed, enjoying looking at you become overstimulated, he took one hand off your hip and his thumb started circling your clit, that brought you to another high.

“Together?” he said, and you nodded.

“3… 2… 1 Now” he counted, and you both came together, you could feel his warmth fill you like a tsunami, you milked him as much a you could until he became limp. He stayed inside you for a little bit as he moved the hair stuck to your face because of your sweat, and he kissed you tenderly. He pulled out earning a small whine from you, he just smiled back and fell beside you, taking you into his embrace, stroking your hair slowly.

“_____” Yoongi looked deep into your eyes “I love you” he whispered.

In return you cuddled him even tighter and put your leg over him, he pulled the blanket over you both and soon you were snoring lightly in his arms, he pulled you closer to his chest and kissed your forehead.

The following morning you woke up to an empty bed, the clothes Yoongi had borrowed from you were folded and put neatly next your clothes from last night. You put on a robe and looked around your house but there was no sign of him, maybe he had to leave for work or something, but it was Sunday morning, what could have been so important. You searched for any note he could have left but there was nothing, you checked your phone but no messages from Yoongi. You decided to message him:

Morning handsome, is everything okay?

Hours had passed but you didn’t receive a reply, the message was still on a single tick, the tick didn’t turn into a double tick, maybe he didn’t have internet you thought to yourself. You tried your best to go on about the day without worrying too much about Yoongi. It was the late afternoon, you were sat on your sofa touching the serpent necklace around your neck, not paying attention to what was playing on the TV. You were missing Yoongi, you were worried about his safety, so you just decided to call him, instead of the ringing sound you heard:

Sorry the person you are trying to reach is not currently able to accept calls.

This made you more stressed, you hoped everything was okay with Yoongi. You wanted to turn up to his house, but was that a good idea? If by 7pm he didn’t respond, then you will go to his house you thought to yourself.

7pm turned into 7:30pm, your hundreds of calls went straight to voicemail, you decided to turn up to his house.

The gates were open this time, you drove straight past them, the house was decorated with lights outside and you realised there was an outdoor party going on in his house. As far as you knew he lived by himself and not with his parents, you let out a breath of relief that Yoongi is probably safe. You weren’t exactly dressed in party clothes, you had casual trousers and shirt on, you decided to walk into the party, seeing many people around laughing and talking amongst each other. That’s when you saw Yoongi’s side, he was smiling and talking with a girl who was probably younger than you by the looks of it and more petite and feminine. As you observed he put his arm around her, a pang of jealousy hit you, you took a step forward and in that much time, Yoongi placed his lips on hers, you froze in your spot. Yoongi recognised you standing there as he kept on kissing the girl, he looked straight into your eyes, your own eyes starting to tear up. You turned around and made your way to your car, second time you’re at his house and again you’re returning in tears.

Chapter 4

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haastera · 2 months

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Ep7 Trailer Observations

It's important to remember that, as with past trailers, not every scene in the trailer is directly in the Episode. Any scenes without that red-filter are likely scenes exclusively for the trailer whilst any scenes (or frames) with the red filter are likely from the episode itself.

That's to say I think the red solver sinkhole we see in the cathedral is from CYN's original manifestation prior to the core collapse.

^We see N opening the door to the cathedral in what is likely a scene from the episode itself. The red-solver sinkhole is visible at the bottom but it looks long-decayed and inactive.

^The red-solver nest we seen in one of the mineshafts is more recent, and confirmed inhabited.

^In other words, in the actual episode there will be only 1 active solver monster, specifically the one we see pulling N into it's nest during the Glitch X trailer. Personally, I believe it to be the EJ core.

^I believe this scene is from the past. The Solver Monster emerging from the cathedral sinkhole is a possessed Nori. We know Nori had tentacles while possessed based off the Ep6 security footage.

^This claw is confirmable as Nori's based off the Ep6 security footage.

^It's the specific appendage she uses to destroy the CCTV camera recording her

^All this implies this is indeed Nori in the above image.

^JCJ and Dr. Chambers preparing for the test. Those searchlights are likely some kind of heat-lamp or UV light designed to restrain the solver through overheating, explaining why CYN-NORI is incapable of reaching Chambers and why she's burning with the same pixelated effect used in Ep4 when UZI's hand is briefly in direct sunlight.

I imagine this is where the GlitchX voice-line fits in. CYN-Nori calling Chambers an idiot for summoning them and inadvertently handing CYN the planet. An idiot for thinking they could restrain the Solver.

^Dr. Chambers likely running for the Elevator after CYN-Nori broke free.

^UZI is watching the test footage of Nori in this scene. Based off the hands of the human recording looking like they're reeling in shock, I'm guessing she paused the footage right at the moment things went wrong and CYN-Nori attempted to escape. Interestingly the ninja star indicates this scene takes place in the aftermath of a fight. Perhaps with Doll.

The cross is not part of the footage. UZI is holding it up with her solver-kinesis. It's not yet clear if she finds the cross earlier in the episode and is holding it up to the monitor in some kind of realization of it's purpose or if she has just found the cross sitting in front of the monitor.

#murder drones #murder drones details #murder drones ep 7

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lokisprettygirl · 9 months

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Brokenhearted (Daemon Targaryen x Female Reader) (Non Canon Modern AU) (18+)

Read Chapter 9 here // Series Masterlist

Chapter 10

Summary: Daemon reveals the complete truth about that night.

Trigger Warning: 18+ Alludes to suicide, Abortion and other triggering stuff, Discussion of mensuration and Pregnancy, arguments and angst, flashbacks of abusive relationship, toxic masculinity, sexual abuse, Samantha, traumatic distressing content, Daemon is a big time smoker so if it’s something triggering don’t read it, alcohol drinking, mention of past trauma and therapy, cigarette smoking, possessive behaviour, mention of violence, baby needs therapy, baby is trying

You were relaxing in the most luxurious bathtub you have ever been in your life, sipping on a glass of wine when you received a call from Viserys. You really wanted to be there with Daemon for his practice session but his coach Jonathan thought you'd distract him.

Whatever that meant.

But now you wished you were there with Daemon, it was a big day for him, after years he was entering the octagon on his own. You quickly left the luxury of the bathtub and rushed to get dressed, your heart pounding in your chest. Viserys sounded panicked and said Daemon was nowhere to be found, and he wasn't picking up any calls either.

You felt terrified of all the possibilities but you didn't want to panic right now, your priority was set upon finding him, as you dialed his number he picked up after a few rings.

You took a deep breath and tried to keep your voice calm and steady as you spoke to him,

"Daemon, baby, where are you?" you asked him softly.

There was silence on the other end of the line for what felt like an eternity. Finally, Daemon's voice came through, his words soft and almost inaudible "I can't do it," he said, his voice was trembling and your heart rendered for him.

"It's alright baby, just tell me where you are okay, we will sit down and talk about this, everything is okay i promise" you mumbled softly but it was as if he didn't even hear you.

"I'm a loser, a fucking loser"

You heard the sound of a helicopter whirring nearby and you heard the same sound on the phone, that was an indication that he was somewhere in the hotel itself. Viserys had already asked the hotel to check for security footage to see if Daemon had returned after he had stormed out of the arena and the CCTV footage showed him entering the hotel and heading for the roof.

As soon as you got his message you made your way up but as you reached the roof your heartbeat sped even more as you saw Daemon perched on the edge, his legs dangling off the edge of the ledge. A half empty bottle of Macallan was right next to him.

In order to not spook him you slowly walked towards him and reached as close to him as possible before you tightly wrapped your arms around his waist and put your head down on his back. The thought of losing him has shaken you to the core, you couldn't even think about it.

None of you spoke a single word for a few seconds, his body felt stiff in your arms for ages before he relaxed and turned his head to the side,

"You found me" he snickered,

"Security footage did..can you carefully turn around baby …please?" Your voice trembled as you spoke, a mix of fear, adrenaline, and concern washed over you. You feared that one wrong move would cause him to lose his balance, and he'd fall forty floors down to his death.

"I can't..I'm scared" he mumbled as he looked down. His head was buzzing due to the alcohol, he didn't want to give up, if he wanted to he would have done it by now, he was clearly sober when he had leaped up to sit here but he wasn't sober anymore.

"Okay ummm I'm going to pull you backwards okay?" You said softly and he grumbled in response, you could tell he was heavily intoxicated. Using all your strength you pulled him behind with you until his legs successfully touched down on the floor, you sat him down on his butt immediately and he groaned before he laid down on the floor.

Feeling relieved by the situation you sat down next to him, he seemed dejected and you just wanted to take care of him at the moment even though you were clearly furious by his reckless behavior just now. He could have fallen to his death, just the thought was enough to give you nightmares for the rest of your life.

Tears rolled down his eyes and you sighed before you scooted closer to him to put his head down on your lap.

"I have disappointed you, I know," he said as he looked up at you and tucked your hair behind your ears before his hand rested on the back of your neck.

"Yes, but not for the reasons you may think" you said sternly as you leaned down to kiss his forehead. "Let's go back to our room okay?" You said to him but he curled his arm around your waist instead and hid his face in your lap, you caressed his back tenderly, your heart truly ached for him, his journey to healing wouldn't be easy and you had mentally prepared yourself for it but what he had done today was eating you up from inside. You could have lost him forever.

"I'm sorry…I wanted to, I really did, but I see her in the crowd, smiling so brazenly after what she had done" your eyes welled up as he sniffled.

"What did she do baby? You want to tell him, share with me?" You asked softly and he nodded even though no words came out of his mouth. It was always hard for you to see him in such a state, so broken and vulnerable because normally he pretended as if he was untouchable, he always tried his best to put on a brave face.

"Okayyyy let's go to our room, a nice warm bath and lots of water will help" you made him sit up, wiped his tears and cupped his cheeks "Hey, look at me, look me in the eye" you said to him so he looked up "I need you to listen to me. I'm so proud of you baby, you got here, you are doing your best. It's not easy, what you're doing, it's not at all easy i know, i know baby but you can't give up now okay? You have come so far, you want to know how?" You asked him so he placed his head down on your shoulder.

"Howw" he mumbled like a child and it made you smile,

"Because you're so strong, you're the strongest man I have ever known" you kissed him softly before you stood up and grabbed his arms to help him stand up as well.

As soon as you brought him back to the suite, you gently sat him down on the bed and made him chug a glass of water. If he couldn't keep it down, that would be even better as you didn't want him to suffer from a hangover before his last practice session the very next day.

After helping him wash up and change into a fresh pair of clothes you made him sit down on the couch.

"You want to eat something?" You questioned so he looked at you and shook his head. Sitting down on his lap your one arm wrapped around his neck while you placed your other hand on his cheek to caress him.

"Talk to me" you mumbled tenderly so he looked down, not knowing where to start but maybe it was time to tell you what had happened that night.

"She killed our baby"

Your stomach dropped all the way down to your feet as he said that, you felt nauseous, you knew something much worse than what he had already been through had happened to him that made him lose that night but you couldn't have imagined her to do something so inhumane.

"What?"

"She was pregnant with my child, and although it was unexpected, a part of me had hoped that this baby would help us fix our relationship. She was six months pregnant when I had to leave for the international league, but I made sure that she came with me so that she wouldn't be alone. I wanted to be there for her, especially during such a difficult time, but she didn't want me to leave her even though I had my commitments. I had to go, but I also wanted to be there for her and our baby" Your eyes teared up as he dozed off for a moment as if he was reliving that night all over again.

" I was in the ring, full of adrenaline and my opponent was losing badly. But that was the least of my concerns at that moment. Suddenly, in the stands, I spotted her, sobbing uncontrollably. It was then that I knew something was terribly wrong. My coach brought her down, and I was immediately worried about her health and that of the baby. She then kissed me and whispered in my ear that she had something important to tell me"

He froze again so you caressed his cheeks and kissed him softly to encourage him to continue, he really needed to let it out, things he had kept to himself, he needed to share with you.

"She then revealed to me that she had gotten an abortion last month itself when I was away for a trip and had kept it hidden from me. She told me how she had changed her mind about wanting a child at such a young age, she wasn't ready. She said all that with a smile on her face and no shred of remorse or guilt, our five months old baby, gone …just like that" his eyes welled up and breath hitched, he was struggling to speak but he continued, he wasn't able to hold it in any longer. That was the moment that had changed his life forever.

"I couldn't even fathom how she could do that to me, to our little one.. when I stepped back in the octagon for the next round, all i could hear was her voice in my ears. She was smiling at me from the distance as if she was proud of what she had done, she knew it would mess with my head and I'd lose my focus, that's why she had waited so long to tell me" he placed his head down on your chest and mourned the loss of his unborn baby all over again.

He never told anyone how badly the incident had affected him, he never seeked therapy or help but that night after he was beaten to the pulp and was out of the league he spent three days in the hospital recovering from the beating he had suffered.

However as soon as he was back on his feet he went back to NYC, she had no regret regarding what she had done and the sheer shamelessness was what made him so enraged. That's when he went crazy and lost his control, he was finally done with her manipulations and abuse.

"I called the ambulance for her before I left her bleeding there and then I got drunk and drove carelessly, got myself into an accident that crippled me for months. Viserys was there for me all along, he had taken care of Samantha as well, got her to keep her mouth shut somehow and convinced her to leave the city" he mumbled, you didn't interrupt him at any point, he needed someone to listen to him and you wanted to be there for him.

"I tried to get back to fighting again but I couldn't. Everytime I tried, I froze and heard her voice in my head telling me how she had murdered our child"

You embraced him as tightly as you could when he was finally done speaking, you didn't even know how he had survived so much trauma for such a long period of time. Four years of escalating physical, sexual and emotional abuse..just the thought made you shiver..

"I'm so sorry baby…I'm sorry that happened to you, she deserves no sympathy, she deserves to be punished for what she had done with you, you're so strong for wanting to move on from that pain she had put you through and that's exactly why you're going to get back in that ring and fight again you hear me?" He looked at you as you said that, a look of bewilderment was plastered on his face.

Did you really believe in him that much? He never wanted to let you down but he felt so weak and useless in the moment, he felt exactly how she had wanted him to feel all those years.

"You think I can? I need you, I need you there with me, I need your presence, your voice in my ear, I need you my angel..I can't do this without you" you bit on your lip to stop them from trembling as his broken voice pleaded with you.

"And I'll be there, every step of the way. I am here for you, you know that right? You will fight again, we won't let her win this time i promise" He nodded as he hugged you tightly.

Next morning you got ready with him and you were there with him in the arena for his practice session. Jonathan had learned his lesson and didn't say a word this time.

"I'm sensing that you're upset with me" Daemon said as you braided the sides of his hair in two locks and tied them together in the center using a band.

"I am..Next time you dare do something as careless as you had done yesterday I swear I won't talk to you for days" your eyes teared up as you recalled how scared you were when you had seen him on the ledge of the roof challenging his death, he grabbed your hands in his and kissed it softly, his eyes softened.

He couldn't even imagine how scared you must have felt when you found him like that. He felt guilty for putting you through such a stressful situation.

"I'm sorry, I'd never ever be such an arse ever again i promise, I'd never do anything that would hurt you like that" he mumbled softly so you leaned down to kiss his forehead.

"Okay, i believe you and I love you..now go kick some ass"

He smiled as you kissed him on the lips. You stayed behind the row and he looked at you before he stepped inside the ring, his breaths were heavy and you could tell just being in the professional arena was tough for him but you also knew he was stronger than his fears. He was Daemon fucking Targaryen.

The contemporary fighter was ready in his spot and the fight at hand was not meant to be physically demanding as the goal was to preserve his strength for the main event. His coach's focus was on ensuring that his technique was flawless as they worked through the final round of agility.

He switched off all the noises in his head and looked at you before he went through the session, this was comparatively nothing in front of what he'd have to face tomorrow, there will be a crowd and thousands of people will tune in on their televisions to watch the opening match of the league. He didn't want to be a disappointment again. He didn't want to fail you this time.

That night as you both returned to your room he kissed you passionately and put you down on the bed, his eyes were sparkling with new zeal for life.

"You can't do this, you know that" you giggled and he groaned in response.

No sex before the fight. His coach has strictly warned him but his cock had other plans at the moment. How could he not desire his precious angel? However he wanted to be patient.

"Mmmm that's unfair especially when you're so pretty underneath me" he caressed your cheekbones with his fingers as he spoke.

"Well ..mister cheese burger you win this match tomorrow and I'll do anything you want" you mumbled seductively as you pulled him closer to kiss him.

"Oh yeah?"

"Mmmm no lies"

"Anything?"

"Anything" a mischievous smirk graced his features as you said that.

"Fineee" he laid down next to you and his fingers intertwined with yours.

"I'm so proud of you, I can't say it enough"

"Mmm thank you angel, I'm proud of you as well" You smiled as he said that "Why do you put up with me?" He asked you so you turned your head towards him.

"Because I love you..and I know you'd do the same for me, you'd go several lengths to protect me and be on my side when I need you" he smiled as you said that.

"And if I fail to do that? What then?" He asked sheepishly.

"Then i would make you grovel and earn my forgiveness"

"Hmmm i promise I'll earn it" he turned towards you to kiss you softly. After so long his heart finally felt at peace.

There was a sudden knock on the door so he got up to see who it was. And then you saw a housekeeper dragging a cart of cake into the room.

The housekeeper told you that the cake was from a fan that was happy that Daemon was making his comeback. As soon as he said that your gut feeling went on high alert. Sure his return had certainly caused a considerable amount of interest and buzz in the market but it was still really weird that some random fan would just know where he was and send a cake to him. Daemon clearly picked up on your unease as well.

"Don't eat it, I think it's from her" you said to him as he closed the door.

"You think?" He looked at the cake and there was a note right next to it so he picked it up.

Congratulations, my love for you, always

"I think you're right" he said as he read the note, the handwriting seemed suspicious to him.

"I can't believe this bitch" you groaned in frustration as you grabbed the cake and shoved it inside the trash can, you hated wasting food but if it was definitely laced with something then you didn't want anyone eating it..

"Come here" he gently grabbed you in his hold and kissed your forehead to calm you down "You're so cute when you're angry" you bit on your cheek to hide your smile. You didn't want him to be so carefree about Samantha.

"Okay..once we return I'll file for the restraining order i promise" he mumbled softly so you sighed..

She deserved much worse punishment than just a restraining order but for now you didn't want her to ruin his mental peace.

You laid him down on the bed and cuddled him until he was asleep. Safe and protected in your arms.

Next day as you both reached the venue, Daemon was astounded by the crowd that had turned up for the fight, just the sight and the hollering made him more nervous than he already was.

"You'll be okay baby I promise" you mumbled sweetly as you caressed his bare shoulder. You'd be there in the first row, right where he'd be able to see you.

As soon as Daemon and his opponent got in the octagon the crowd roared, you couldn't believe how magnificent it all seemed. You were never into such a brutal sport before in your life, violence didn't interest you but you knew you'd turn up for his every fight from now on.

"Welcome to our main event tonight, folks. In the left corner, standing at 6'0 feet and weighing in at 180 pounds, we have the former UFC star returning after 7 years, the fighter lovingly deemed as The Rogue Dragon by the fans..give it up for Daemon Targaryen" you cheered from the stand as they introduced him, you watched the crowd go crazy as his face was showcased on the big screen. Jonathan was motivating him continuously but once in a while Daemon looked your way to soothe his nerves.

This was it, this was the moment that would return his glory. This will restore those broken dreams that were shattered because of that vile woman. This was the opportunity for him to show her that he was much more than what he had suffered because of her.

His opponent was none other than the last year UFC light heavyweight champion Abar Yousouf, he was bigger than Daemon in size but definitely weaker in experience. You just knew Daemon would be able to defeat him. He had to. He deserved this.

You watched him cracking his neck and practicing his move, he wasn't looking at the crowd because he didn't want to get more anxious than he already was, when the announcer brought the mic to him he just refused to speak. He just wanted to fight and win, not just to regain his pride but also to make his family proud, he wanted Viserys to be proud of him again and most of all he wanted to protect your belief in him.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we're in for a great fight tonight. Whoever wins this round will make it to the quarter finals right away so are we ready?" The announcer screamed at the top of his lungs and the crowd went ballistic again. Daemon came closer to the metal fence to get a good look at you so you mouthed an expression of love, he gave you a small smile before he turned around and faced his opponent.

"Let's do this..Round 1, FIGHT"

😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

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accio-victuuri · 4 months

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xiao zhan - cctv drama awards interview 🎤

On the road of being an actor, Xiao Zhan continues to unlock new roles. #中文字幕片年Celebration# Ceremony Road interview site, he looked back on his mental journey along the way, which has both changes and changes. . What has changed is that I am more calm, but what remains unchanged is that I always put myself in the position of a new person and study hard↓

Q: We know that in 'Where Dreams Begin', Xiao Chunsheng is born and raised in Beijing. But, Xiao Zhan, you are from Chongqing. When portraying the character, how did you capture the spirit and essence of Xiao Chunsheng?

XZ: At the initial stage of filming, I watched a lot of footage on old Beijing, I also worked closely with the director and production team to discuss the core of the character. I learn and imitate how Beijing people talk, their attitudes towards life, and the spirit they display.

Q: It must be tough for a Southerner to nail the Beijing dialect. Also, in 'Sunshine by My Side', you play Sheng Yang, a very cheerful, caring, and fearless young man. You once said Sheng Yang is like you in a parallel universe. Why’s that?

XZ: Sheng Yang's experiences and family background are very similar to mine. So, during filming, seeing familiar scenes and experiences, it kinda transported me back to myself in a parallel universe.

Q: We've seen you take on many new roles, and each time filming wraps, you share your insights and reflections. On a great day today, could you also sum up your thoughts and changes in mindset from when you first started acting?

XZ: In terms of insights, it's all about self reflection. With each new role, I push myself to do better and to unlock different characters. As for changes in my mindset, it’s changed, but yet still the same. What’s changed is that I've become more composed. But what’s remained the same is that I still see myself as a newbie and constantly learning.

Host: What Xiao Zhan says the most is learning. With that mindset, we look forward to seeing more of the roles you'll unlock in the future, and seeing you do better. We've witnessed Xiao Zhan’s growth over the years and are excited to see you continue to grow. Thank you, jiayou!

#xiao zhan #ohhhh i thought i already uploaded this with translation #turns out i only made a gif lol #anyway here is the full one

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smokingtomas · 7 months

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Can write headcannons on the reader teaching Smoke, Kuei Liang and Bihan how to drive? Lol

Anooon this is so funny😭 probablg gonna skip the reader and will write about the Lin Kuei finest learning how to drive.

I swear I would feel some of these deep within my soul being a shitty driver that I am, trying to drive in the capital city of a third-world country where bikers are INSANE.

Tomas

Would be quite nervous at first. A lot of gulping and sweaty palms

Affirmations words to the rescue, "Alright, Smoke. You can do this. You've been in countless battles, and this is just another one."

Hit the gas a little too hard at first. The sound shocked him so badly he had to regain composure

Finally managed to drive a straight line. Got too excited that he shouted, "Yes, I did it!"

Lets go of the steering wheel while doing so that he ended up crashing the sidewalk. Poor Smokey bear🥹🐻

Our solutive king decided he would learn how to ride a bike first

Bi-Han

Would see it as a waste of time as he felt he'd nail it the at the first try, but ended up manhandling everything to the core

From gear 1 to gear 6 immediately, "Why settle for going slow if we could go lightning fast, you incompetent fool."

Didn't realize he wouldn't be the only one on the road. Tolerating other drivers frustrated the shit out of him

Ended up freezing the other vehicles so he could go through. Guess who just got his first ticket

The act got caught on CCTV. Sektor has a copy of it and would play it in the commonroom during lunchtime for fun

Kuai Liang

The calmest and the most determined in the bunch because he has a motivation-- he'd love to take Harumi driving around

Did everything ride the first time. Has the beginner's luck

Found himself enjoying every second driving. Just taking in the surroundings with music playing on the radio

Would excitedly go home to tell Harumi about his new favorite activity

Already planning on purchasing his own car

#mortal kombat #scorpion #kuai liang #sub zero #mortal kombat 1 #smoke #tomas vrbada #bi han #ngl writing about kuai liang and harumi kinda hurts me #but they seem really happy :')#headcanon

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liminalcannibal · 1 year

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#cctvcore #liminal spaces #shadow figure #glowing eyes #feverdreamcore #liminalcore #liminal vibes #voidcore #weirdcore #90s aesthetic #cctv core #alleyway #demon #entity #paranormal

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kairiscorner · 9 months

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(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

to my filipino and tiktokerist gangs, remember when this song and its dance trend was extremely popular? well, imagine

making miggy dance the wet the bed dance trend

when you introduced to miguel the whole idea of tiktok dance trends, he was never really a fan of it, nor was he intrigued about it in the slightest. you would try to rope him into dances you wanted to do with him, but no matter how sly your approach was, he always shut you down, not once giving in to what you wanted. though fortunately for you, lyla was on your side in trying to see miguel dance, just a little bit. hence, this happened.

miguel had asked for a private briefing between you two in his office, and you could not have rejoiced any greater than you did internally when you realized this was the perfect occasion to initiate the plan you and lyla hatched. you came into his office, seeming weirdly excited for something. miguel didn't question it, you were weirdly excited for a lot of things he didn't particularly have the time to figure out or even care about in the first place. he soon began to speak to you about the draft of a plan he was working on. he went on and on about it, his back turned to you all the while, which worked in your favor because when lyla soon progressed the plan behind his back... "and then, you come up from behind, and--"

"i don't want to be a minute man..." played on the speakers in his office, which caused him to jolt and for his eyes to widen. he scanned the room for whatever was causing it, and when he saw the grin on your face from stifling laughter... oh, was he angry. he breathed in heavily as he brought his eyebrows together in an agitated manner. "...why are you like this?" he asked in a genuinely befuddled tone, asking himself how you--a very capable and powerful spider person--still refuses to acknowledge him not ever planning on dancing this... whatever this is! "lyla, quit it." he said to the AI assistant, who seemingly logged herself offline. she left a notice on his monitor saying, 'i'll be offline for a bit, computer girl tingz. anyway, either you dance so it stops or have fun with an eternal earworm (✿◕‿◕✿)' and on the bottom, there was a P.S. sign that read, 'btw you need video evidence you danced it, you turned cctv cams here off so guess you gotta have someone film it on their phone.........'

miguel grumbled and clung on to the sides of his table in front of the monitors before he turned to you with darkened eyes. you tilted your head in mock confusion. "what's wrong, mr. o'hara?" you asked him in a tone of faux concern, your laugh almost slipping out of your mouth when you put emphasis on 'mr. o'hara'. he exhaled as he rubbed the temples on his forehead. "y'got a phone on you right now?" he asked you in a quiet voice, almost a whisper. you nodded profusely as you pulled out your phone and already had it on the camera ever since you walked in here. "it's got a lot of space, too. miraculously." you rambled, which miguel grumbled at yet again.

he scratched the back of his head, and for the third time, sighed deeply and asked if he looked good in the shot. "you look amazing in every shot, miggy." you teased him. you could've sworn he flipped you off before you started filming, but when the beat dropped and the tiktok audio part played again... he looked like his dance could kill you, and in the best way possible. he grinded his hips in the air, better than how those dancers you've shown him have. he seemed to put his miggussy in that dance, he put 110% in that performance, you felt like your already open mouth at him agreeing the first time had dropped to the earth's inner core. "i wish i was the air right now," you murmured as you watched him grind against the air.

after he did the dance perfectly, as if he practiced it in his free time, he placed his hands on his hips and scowled at you. "what, i did the stupid dance, why isn't the music stopping?" he asked as you went over and clicked pause on the music player on your end. miguel witnessed you effortlessly end the music and felt like... creating craters in the walls of his office. lyla reappeared after being offline for a little while, her legs crossed as she sat on nothing and her arms crossed on her chest, with a wide smirk on her face. "you're too gullible, miguel." she said as she disappeared and moved to the monitors to forward the footage you had and sent it to every contact he had.

but surprisingly, miguel wasn't mad. he smiled as he looked at you, and as he came down from his platform... he got on all fours and chased you down. but hey, even as you're running for you life, it was worth it; as much as miguel would wanna get rid of that video and erase it from the face of the multiverse, you and lyla have it backed up on 20 different hard drives 🫶

a/n: i want miggy to wet the bed now.

tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x filipino reader #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel o'hara fluff #atsv #atsv imagines #atsv fluff #atsv x reader #atsv x you #atsv x y/n #atsv miguel #spiderman 2099 #miguel spiderman #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse x reader

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saintship · 9 months

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Hi, can I request Konig with reader who has pseudobulbar affect? (uncontrolled and very violent laughing attacks, usually during stressful situations but also randomly)

I have it and I haven't found any fics about it and that would be very sweet to me 😢

(Small description how that 'attack' can look and feel like: very sudden laugh that you can't surpress, while not feeling amused at all. After some time it really stings the throat and it hurts your belly from all that laughing. You can try to hold it in by holding your jaw or neck but it really doesn't help. It goes away on its own)

Thank you! If you write it I'd own you my life!! That would really hit close home 😢❤️

(also if you need visuals, newest joker movie portrayed it pretty well)

This is fascinating thank you for the ask !

I hope you enjoy, this was a good challenge for me

Also Farah cameo ;P

All eyes on me - König x Reader

This gif though😵‍💫

It wasn’t as if you wanted this. It turned eyes and raised judgement, and worst of all, it was happening in front of him.

Bold, calculated, careful König, who made sure to greet you when the rest of the conference table didn’t. That was the first time you had an attack at work; an extremely important meeting with only the core members of the team.

Price was leaning over the table, presenting a mission file that concerned a large number of endangered hostages. Something about those photos captured by CCTV of those innocent people being transported, the children, the humid room you sat in, it all pressed in and in, and you felt the sensation creep up your throat. Clutching weakly at your neck did nothing; you were now laughing in front of these awful photos, in front of everyone.

“This a fucking game t’you, private?” Price’s tone made your heart sink, but it wouldn’t stop. You couldn’t stop.

You ended up bolting out of the room, a hand clasped over your mouth, and refused to leave your barracks until Price came to the door and said he’d been informed of your medical file. His apology only deepened your shame, opening the door to him slowly like a child.

“It’s not your fault.” He’d told you. But by then it didn’t matter.

It happened in your room sometimes, where you knew König could hear from next door. You felt stupid for choosing that room, seeking love that could never happen without considering the one thing you couldn’t control, and the nights spent with your face buried in your blankets to muffle the noise, your throat on fire. And on the days that some higher being really had it out for you, it would happen in the cafeteria. Half the people there didn’t know your name, let alone your condition. Afternoons spent in the bathroom stall desperately trying to hold your jaw closed became usual, due to the stress the 141 was under for this hostage mission.

Another meeting was called.

“Directly after rookie training. Don’t be late.”

Price’s voice sounding from your pager was normally welcome, but his order left a pit in your stomach.

“Sergeant?”

You looked up from the floor quickly, meeting the eyes of the recruit you were training. You were explaining the functions of a gun he wasn’t familiar with.

“You just trailed off after your pager went off.” His voice was simply questioning, confusion glinting in his eyes.

“Sorry, just..busy.” You managed. Clearing your throat quickly, you continued your lesson, checking your watch compulsively. When the time came, you sent the young man off, clapping his shoulder with a faux smile that tapered as soon as he turned his back.

The hall to the conference room was quiet—this was usually the time you headed for dinner. A door a few paces ahead of you eased open, catching your attention before your chest tightened at the sight before you.

König was wearing his mask, but instead of his Kortac gear, the only bulk on him was a tactile vest, draped over a thin shirt. His shirt only covered his shoulder, his bicep and forearm exposed before the fabric began again at his gloves. He paused so he continued his walk at your side.

“Hello Sergeant!”

“Hi.” Your smile was a bit more genuine this time around. His enthusiasm always seemed to ease up the weight you carried around.

“Paperwork day?” You remarked, nodding to his minimal uniform.

“Yes, my back is killing me.” He stretched a bit as he walked, and you fought to keep your eyes off his waist. “But don’t tell the Captain I complained..”

You mimed zipping your mouth shut and throwing away the key playfully.

“I have not seen you as often around base.” He commented. Your throat tightened a bit.

“Yeah..just sort of burying myself in the work right now, I guess. This mission is going to be intense.”

König nodded in agreement as he reached for the door of the conference room, holding it open for you to walk through first. Soap was coming in from another doorway at the same time while Ghost, Gaz, and Price sat at the table already, skimming over a few profiles of the targets.

“Right, come on.” Price gestured for everyone to gather around, pinning one photo to the bulletin board at the head of the table. “This is our ringleader. We’ve got permission to fire with the intent to kill, but I want him alive, understood?”

“Copy.” Ghost nodded.

Suddenly, the door to the conference room eased open.

“You all remember Farah..” Price helped Farah lay down the maps she was carrying. “She knows this area better than you, listen up.”

“Afternoon.” Farah nodded to the group. “There’s really only one thing to look out for. They’re going to try to corner you into this area.” She points to a building in the southwest corner. “They’re trying to get you into this building that has deadly amounts of radioactive material. I don’t think they put it there, but they know about it, and they use it. Stay away.”

“Also, run as little as possible. It’s dry, sandy, and-"

You nodded with the others. So far so good, though you pushed the thought away, fearing you were resting your luck.

Your chest tightened. Fuck. No, no, no, you were doing so well-

Laughter erupted from your throat, the action stinging the hoarse muscle there. Farah looked up, and you desperately covered your mouth with your forearm, pushing yourself up and racing out of the room. You faintly heard a few voices, but one rang clear, as they'd followed you out.

"Sergeant!”

Not him. Not him, god, you-

“Wait!”

You were cornered at the end of the hall, spasms still wracking your throat and ribs. The sting paled in comparison to your embarrassment as you looked up at König. He held one hand before him as if you were a startled animal, concern flashing over his gaze. Finally, your laughter thinned into an occasional twitch of your lungs, and you released the firm hold that failed at keeping your jaw shut.

“Sergeant. It’s alright.”

“It’s fucking not.” Your voice was horse from exertion, hot tears drying on your cheeks.

König seemed to be searching for the right words.

“It’s not your fault. I won’t let you blame yourself for something you can’t control.” His voice was a tad firmer this time. You feel a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“It’s going to be okay. You’re a soldier; you will adapt.”

“I just wish I could turn it off..” You murmur, looking into his eyes desperately. “I don’t want to burden them. Burden you.”

The small admission seemed to register in his gaze before he returned to a concerned state.

“You’re not a burden. And you never will be. We need you.”

“My condition could get people killed.”

“Many things have the same power, Sergeant. And we work with them every day.”

Your breathing began to slow as you closed your eyes for a moment, relaxing your tightened fists and jaw.

“Is Price angry?”

“He’s worried.”

König’s reply causes your eyes to sting, but you resist the tears, straightening up. “Let’s go..”

König nods, then pauses. “Just one more thing.”

You look at him curiously for a moment before his arms are holding you, his chest is against you, and the smell of fresh laundry and gunpowder is around you. You return the hug around his waist, relaxing into his touch. Even as muscled as he was, his relaxed torso was soft and emanated enough warmth for the both of you.

And then his hand is cradling your head, brushing through strands of hair, and as you pull back just slightly, there are mere inches between you.

“König..”

“I can’t do this. Pretend that I don’t care..” His voice is softer than you’ve ever heard it. The hand not resting beside your shoulder blade holds your jaw carefully, like you’re made of ancient marble.

“Then don’t.”

He uses one hand to prop up his mask just past his lips, and you resist the urge to trace the scar near the edge of his mouth. The thought of it escaped you when König leaned down to kiss you, as gently as you’d thought it would feel. And oh, did the thought cross your mind often.

Kissing him was all-encompassing, a warm throw blanket pulled from the back of the couch, the person in front of you paying for your coffee, the August sun tilting through the branches and casting patterns over the roof of the base.

You only pull back to kiss the skin of his cheek that you can reach, looking into his eyes questioningly. At his nod, your hand travels beneath his hood to feel his unkempt hair. The thought of what his hair would look like directly after waking up nearly buckles your knees. It’s soft, and you imagine it’s a gorgeous brown or auburn given the color of the sparse hair decorating his chin, jaw, and upper lip.

“Thank you for..going after me..” you murmur.

“You deserve to know how important you are..”

You couldn’t help but stare at his lips as he spoke.

“You deserve to see past what you wish you could change.”

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