#american assasin x reader

[freedomfireflies]

One of Those Days* | Mitch Rapp

Summary: Mitch has returned home from a mission to find that you need a little extra love.

And who is he to deny you?

Word Count: 1.3k

Dedicated to @finelinesss 💞

“Look at me. Look at me.”

Your eyelashes warily flutter open, head falling back against Mitch’s shoulder so you can see him in the reflection.

“That’s it,” he seethes, strong arm tightening around your middle. “Such a good little whore when you wanna be, hm?”

You shiver in his embrace, enamored by the way he speaks to you. The rough edge to his voice. The low, salacious purr as his dark beard brushes your cheek. The way his long fingers toy with your clit as he fucks into you from behind.

You nod to answer his question, knowing how much he hates to be left waiting.

The corner of his mouth dances with the idea of smirking but when his eyes find yours, you watch his expression darken.

At first, you’re unsure why, until you remember what led you to this moment in the first place.

Mitch had returned home from a mission to find you in bed, curled up into a ball, clinging onto one of his shirts as you tried not to cry.

After making his way to your side, he attempted to find out what was wrong. But you didn’t really know. You were just…sad. Pulled down by the weight of your unexplainable grief. To the point where it felt like you couldn’t even breathe.

Maybe it was because you missed him. Maybe it was because you knew he’d be leaving you again not even eight hours after returning home. Maybe it was because all you wanted to do…was have him hold you.

Either way, seeing the concern in his eyes as he crouched down in front of you nearly tipped you over.

But Mitch had made himself more than familiar with you and these bouts of sadness.

And he’d learned only one thing can really help:

A good, hard fucking.

He’d kissed you with so much fervor that it forced your breath to hitch, helping ease the panic in your chest. And you wanted to thank him, but he didn’t want to hear it. He only wanted to hear your soft, needy whimpers of pleasure.

Minutes later, he had you stripped and pressed against the wall as he got down onto his knees to taste you. Of course, it wouldn’t be an afternoon with Mitch if he didn’t edge you a few times first. He kept you there for what felt like hours. Yanking you to the edge of release only to abandon you moments before you fell. It was cruel, and painful…and everything.

And once he was sure these were different tears streaming down your face, he felt satisfied.

Next, he took hold of your wrist and flung you around until your cheek met the wallpaper and his large palm met your ass.

The sharp sound echoed around the room as you groaned and tried not to squirm back into his touch.

“That’s for not telling me how much you needed me,” he hissed, teeth grazing the outer shell of your ear. Then, another spank. “And that’s for being my good little slut.”

He didn’t stop until you finally came. And just when you thought he was through…he led you over to the full-length mirror.

Which is where you’ve been for the past twenty minutes. Mitch’s stamina has always been rather impressive and today is no exception. You already know he’s holding off just so he can keep playing with you. Distracting you. Giving you enough marks and bruises to remind you of him while he’s gone.

Not that you’d really need them to remember him.

“How’s it feel, hm?” he asks, and you let your eyes trail down the veins in his arms as he continues thrusting into you. It makes you smile. “S’this what you wanted? Wanted to be thrown around and abused?”

Again, you nod, unable to answer verbally. Especially not now that his hand has found your throat to give it a good squeeze. 

“I know, baby.” He sounds proud of you. Proud of the way you’re behaving for him, even when this is all about you. “Such a good fucking girl for me. Always. Always so fucking good. Make Daddy so proud, don’t you?”

The nickname makes you gasp as your lashes begin to flutter, overwhelmed by the need for him and the pressure to your neck. 

You know he did it on purpose. Can see the smugness on his face as he reaches up to brush his thumb down your lip.

The droplets of blood that had begun to collect from a previous kiss smear across his finger and your chin as he drags it down…before bringing it to his own mouth.

You watch him suck your blood off his finger. Indulge in the way he groans, and at the way he presses his chest into your back as if to consume you.

That’s what does it for you. Staring at him, and loving him, and feeling him. You come and he’s a half-second behind. Filling you up as your knees just about give out from beneath you.

And you love the sounds he makes. Love the way he groans deeply before burying his face in your neck. As he tries to kiss you through it but can’t quite find the strength to do so as it sweeps him under.

You feel proud of the way you can make him come undone. Feel proud of how easily he loses his self-control for you. How willing he is to wrap himself around your finger.

Missing him breaks your heart.

But having him…makes it all worth it.

When he finally drops his hand from your throat, you move to speak. To thank him or whisper his name, but his head is already shaking.

“No,” he murmurs, turning you around to kiss you before dragging you back to the bed. “None of that. Just gonna hold you, okay?”

“Mitch—” you begin with a teasing smile, but his firm expression remains put.

“I mean it,” he repeats, almost as if to warn you. “Want you to be a good girl and come lay in my arms, okay?” 

“Mitch—”

“Now.”

And you smirk as you allow him to guide you down onto the mattress. His strong arms quickly encircling around your frame as he pulls you into his chest. Your face meets his slightly sweaty skin as you giggle, and he buries his lips into your forehead. 

You breathe him in for a good minute or two as he rubs his palms up and down your spin. Helping to bring you back to this moment. Even though your brain is trying to take you to the next one.

“Mitch?” you whisper, eyes falling shut as you press your mouth to his sternum, feeling the way his heart thumps against your touch. 

“Yes, baby?”

A beat.

“I love you.”

He’s still for a moment before he’s somehow tugging you closer and tangling his legs with yours.

“I love you,” he repeats back, that confident voice of his now a broken rasp. “So fucking much. Hate leaving you like this.”

“I know,” you tell him. “But you have to. I’d never want to get in the way of your job.”

“You are my job,” he tells you, with so much earnest vulnerability that it makes your head spin. “Being here with you is all I want to do. Fuck this other shit. I mean it. Just want to make you happy.”

You smile, head tilting back to see him. “You do. Always.”

He takes hold of your chin, a look of indecision on his face. Almost as if he doesn’t believe you. 

Then…he sighs, and presses his lips to yours. “Did so good for me, baby. So fucking proud of you.”

You flush at his praise, smiling as he trails his kisses down your cheek. “Always, Daddy.”

He grins. “How about I take you to dinner? Wanna just be with you before I have to go.”

The reminder makes your heart lurch but the promise of a meal with him by your side quickly distracts you. Even after everything, he’s still taking care of you.

“I’d like that,” you whisper, nuzzling your face into his palm.

He smiles. 

“That’s my girl.”

~ Other Dylan Blurbs

~ Full Masterlist

[written-beyond-the-grave]

Getting with Mitch Rapp HC's

After an intense who knows how long a bitch finally cracked and decided to write about Mitch Rapp since he’s a sweetie who doesn’t get talked about enough… like I been under the tag and I know writing takes so much time and effort so I decided to step tf in and give it a turn… bare with me

We all know after the death of Katrina this man went completely off grid, quit college, didn’t speak to his brother, went all in on avenging her on his own….. To take down a whole cell and the mastermind… yeah, white boy won’t shoot up a school, but will become an almost martyr (he’s what the govt would deadass hire, and keep on rotation)

ANYWAYS

I dead do feel like Mitch would we cautious, wary, and sus as hell with a civilian s/o

Let’s unpack: this man after Katrina probably wasn’t seeing anyone after that being emotionally scarred and whatnot (maybe he had to fuck someone or a few for the sake of a mission or kiss them, but it was just business). So the likelihood of this man entertaining someone else like with intention and not just some one fuck wonder is gonna be crazy ngl. This man has to look over his shoulder and his trust issues got trust issues, like his energy on a regular basis doesn’t scream “stay away”

But anyway, to catch his attention I feel like would be by constantly meeting him in mundane situations. I’m not doing the whole “you’re partners” trope, my black ass isn’t in this luv

Laundry room in the apartment and y’all get clothes mixed in on accident and you end up with his shirt or something— or the age old tale of him getting your underwear…. Or y’all shifting through the mixed laundry picking out what’s yours lmfaoooo

Mail getting dropped off in the wrong box or something

Bumping into each other at the grocery store and Mitch has the bare necessities in his basket and yours is like girl dinner coded

And the thing is, he’s not necessarily rude in interactions (when him throwing knives and punching his punching bag got loud and the person who owned the building asked Mitch to keep it down, and Mitch was respectful and said sure…. He’s not an asshole) but he might be on edge and try to speed things up

I feel like what might get the ball rolling might be a few different things: him seeing someone following you home that he KNOWS doesn’t live in his building (ik this man recognized everyone who lives in that bitch), being catcalled aggressively while walking home, seeing you stay in your car because a sus ass person is waiting for you to get out your car so he comes up to your window to help you out, or some comment about a terrorist attack “shoutout to terrorists, bc the US when to Afghanistan saw all this oil and snatched their chain. “We” (bc ain’t no WE here) snatch their chain and they retaliate, then we yell “it’s the Muslims” to spark a debate

Ngl he’s gonna have to let you cook with that one bc I feel like the “shoutout to terrosits” would’ve had that man spiraling and attacking you immediately. IK that man would spazz on the spot…. So let’s keep it to the safer options hm?

Soooooo after that it would spark a bit of conversation and solidify the familiarity bc here is your neighbor that you tend to see sparklingly helping you out

And being the person I am, I feel like as a thank you you’d leave him some brownies, cookies, or maybe a whole ass lasagna with instructions on how to best reheat at his doorstep being too shy to outright do it

Mans is confused but I feel like he’d take it to be nice, leave it in the fridge for like 2 days until he’s back late from a meeting and needs something in him and the only in that barren ass fridge is the lasagna…. He indulges and once he finds it’s good as hell he bodies half of it

He probably has it for lunch/dinner next day too. And then like washes it and knocks on your door to like give it back. He tells you thanks and you didn’t need to, but you say otherwise. And at this point with his stubborn ass if you’d invite over for dinner he’d respectfully decline so now there needs to be an event that puts him in your place of residence

Cue you taking a tumble on iced pavement

Mwah, inconvenience 😘

And now Mitch being at the right place wrong time, has to help you up and probably check for a concussion since that fall was nasty. He helped you into the elevator then into your place to help check your head and then like how you’re functioning bc goddamn. Once he figures out your fine, he’ll tell you to get a professional opinion and he makes you an nice ice pack and gives advice for how to take care of it

He thinks he’s good to leave you until he sees you struggling to get your bearings. He hates that he does this, but asks if you need any help since your mind is scrambled. Maybe he gets your some Advil, but then realizes you can’t take it on an empty stomach (he’s done it too many damn times himself) and so he looks into your fridge for something to heat up in the microwave to give you before you take the pill 

This is where the relationship starts and y’all make small talk, and how this is the longest you ever seen this man. He smirks, and snarks back. Once he gives you the food and sees you take the pill he’s off the clock and bids you a goodnight 

Until you see him gain tomorrow since he probably starts to check in on you, not like he’s been getting emotionally fed by having an associate outside of work that isn’t trying to kill him or isn’t Stan or Irene. Just a normie…. But he be lying about his feelings 

Next interaction is him coming back from a semi rough work week, and you catch him before he goes in and since he looks over it. Maybe a home cooked meal could help? You invite him over, no strings attached and go ok your way to get the braised short ribs out the oven for the mashed potatoes. You don’t tell him what’s for dinner tho

Thinking nothing will result of this, you get a knock at your door 30 minutes later with him and his hair still slightly damp. And maybe like a case in his beer bc he was told to never show up empty handed (so cute). Then bam! Y’all have some nice conversation, Mitch making sure to keep the attention off him and his job and do some information digging about you. School you went to, parents, hobbies, etc

He’s also scarfing down the ribs and such, you’re probably going to send him with food home tbh. He looks like he’ll need it 

After that it’s really wraps, like it destined for y’all to be real friends! Once he gets sent home with the plastic tupper (we don’t give guests the glass in case we don’t get shit back) we all know he’ll be back again

Then starts the tradition of Mitch eating at your place for like once a week that later gets bumped up to like 3 times a week. At some point your forgetting ingredients and maybe text Mitch about it, funny thing is he’s at the liquor store getting alcohol you might like since beer isn’t always going to cut it. He texted back what you need, and when he arrives he hands you what you need. This man stopped next door to the Shop Rite to get you the stuff…. Eventually I feel like he just buys your groceries since he eat EATS with all the work he puts in 

Friendship established

Y’all been shooting the shit for a while until there’s an emotional shift…. Lets say he’s having an episode of anger and just shuts down. On top the roof brooding and shit, it’s Katrina in another nightmare, him walk my himself with a panic attack, Stan up his ass, he just cannot right now. You take an elevator up there to see what’s up. You ask him what’s up, what’s wrong but he just ignores you. And by this point you know he can be a tight lipped lil shit…. But it doesn’t stop you from being there. So you do what you know best about which is just being there

So y’all sit in silence. And maybe you start to ramble to fill the silence, talking about the way your parents did a thing about colors when you were super and didn’t feel like talking. They said numbers “1 was green meaning yes, 2 was red so no to whatever they asked, 3 was yellow so a I’m not sure”. 

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Silence 

“Are you ok to be by yourself?”

Him staring straight ahead

“Do you want me to go?”

A painful hard silence

You respect his wishes and get ready to leave him until you heard a soft “2”, and the. Sit your ass down.

“Ok, so you want silence?”

“…..3”

“Ok, I’ll just sit here and watch the time…. We can get ice cream after….” You were doing your best dammit

Mitch felt a fond feeling some up over him, but didn’t say anything. You guys were up there until it got too damn late and cold. You tell him it’s time to go, and that when he looks at you like LOOKS and it’s just different…. You know he doesn’t want to go, and you understand but you can’t let self sabotage happen

“I get it, life is lifing and shit sucks but even  when you’re not ready for the day, it can’t always be night” 

This man knows you quoted Kanye

He gives you another long look, and you get up and offer your hand to help him up. He stared up at it… then grabs it to get up and y’all get inside. You two end up eating ice cream sandwiches 

Now the seed is planted for feelings to grow… MWAHAHAHAHAAAAA

After that y’all hangout regularly when he’s home, you give him normalcy in his life which he appreciates 

He will die on a hill before he admits or even acknowledges the feelings he has for you, lets be real he probably feels like he’s cheating on Katrina and that he’s not here to make friends since he’s a whole ass assassin and whatever. That’s fine, but when he’s wondering what you’re up to, or what’s for dinner, or reminiscing on a joke you made he feels warm and fuzzy and sometimes not as on edge as he usually is on missions

Stan noticed

I don’t think things will turn until he gets home one day at an odd hour of the night like 3am type shit and is bruised over his face. He just wants to lay in bed after taking a nice shower, but nah there’s you in the hall coming back from the club and having fun. You might be tipsy and say hi to Mitch but all that leaves your system once you see his face.  *giggles like a school girl kicking her feet* 

You’re on him without thinking asking what happened, he’s trying to keep it together and not blow up on you since you’re friends but he really wants to go inside. But you let him and follow him in asking for a first aid kit that he has. And you end up cleaning off his face after he showers, during that time you go to your place and get a first aid kit that is more advanced than his (that spray on band aid shit). Now it's you disinfecting wounds and putting neosporin on them and sealing it. During this time you’re complaining about wtf this man did while he was away, completely ignoring the fact that he’s in a towel. You’re giving him an earful and Mitch is rolling his eyes but not moving much bc when was the last time someone touched him so gently?

He’s probably taking in your clubbing attire while you do this, not in a weird way but like looking at the glitter, the new hair style, etc and putting it to memory 

“What the fuck were you doing? Jesus you look like shit”

Cue eye roll and for that you poke a nasty bruise that has his muscles flexing, he grabs your wrist for that

You give him a glare and don’t back down…. He answers with “The government” after that you don’t ask questions. The FBI agent assigned to your phone is probably already on your ass so you don’t need more enemies 

You fix him up, tell him to chill out, and then go to leave, but not right before him saying “thank you” 

We love a polite man who is in denial about having feelings, and you not acting in them bc Mitch is like a blank slate to read when he really wants to be

So like the way y’all talk about feelings and decide to get together and shit is not my forte, and breaking down his walls to talk about Katrina and the nature of his work to a degree that doesn’t scare you off. And his work on being emotionally available to you since he now cares for you more than he can admit

But we KNOW this man is a complete softie

Once he loves he LOVES, no question about it. And once you gain that, you have him for life

Fuck even if he’s been away for an assignment for months at a time, he’d probably head back to your apartment rather than his…. He knows where home is 

He might not be the type to declare his love for you verbally all the time, but he shows it through actions like remembering the brand of stuff you like. Bringing you dessert or picking up food for you when work has been bullshit. Maybe not a gourmet meal for breakfast in bed (he can cook but like take your expectations, he can throw down for breakfast tho and make good ass sandwiches), but he will give you the rest of the milk for the cereal. Do the dishes, trash duty, put furniture together, wait for you outside till you get off work and drive you home. And even tidy around if he sees you don’t have the time

And when things get more serious put you as an authorized user on his card without telling you. You’ll just find that shit in your Apple Wallet

He’d keep the loving touches at home but he’s a cuddle bug, loyal to a fault, and loves to spend time at home with you. Home dates are a must, but he does love a good date night to see you dressed up

He would grow to love the domestic nature of your relationship and that’s what this man needs besides a copious amount of therapy

You’d also find out that he’s a nerd, but like undercover. I feel like he’d be a Nightwing or Red Hood fan from DC, and other comics from his childhood shows as well

He’s protective, smart, probably would talk to you about getting an air tag or some government tracking thing in case of emergencies. Then maybe take you on a gun date to teach you some self defense which probably goes wrong because you’re a CIVILIAN and that punch came too fast at you and you screamed and ducked while covering your eyes. He feels bad now, but now knows to take it to baby steps 

Your assassin boyfriend has your best interest at heart, promise 

A/N: I do be writing for black readers iykyk, but here is just very general.... Let me get to the tomfoolery next time babes (like Mitch helping you take down the braids)

[willow-tree-writes]

✾Inside Job✾

Steve Harrington x Russian!Reader

Summary: You were sent to American with a mission - get close to a dangerous group of teenagers and get rid of them from the inside.

Request: @everose05 "I was wondering if you could do another Steve Harrington x Russian Reader. But where the reader is a russian assasin, and only starts dating Steve to get close to the party and take them down. Since the russians know they will try and stop them. I've never seen it be written before, and i think it could be really cool."

Author’s Note: I have been away for a while... wow... I'm glad I got this request or I wouldn't have written at all! I've been so busy with college and struggling with low motivation, so I don't know how consistent I'll be. Also, sorry for how short this is, I kind of rushed myself to get this out for you guys.

Word Count: 970

Warnings: Cursing, Faking Feelings

!I don’t own this gif!

When you were first told you’d be sent to America in order to breach a group of children who were trying to get rid of the Russians, you thought your father was insane. Сумасшедший.

But here you were. In some cul-de-sac, standing outside a suburban-style rancher.

“просто замечательно…” You mumbled to yourself. ‘Just great…’ You were going to have to stay here for god knows how long and pretend to care for people that are already dead to you.

Now all you had to do was unpack your shit and survey outside some high school for your targets.

----

This little hellhole didn’t seem like anything special. It was a small town where a bunch of tragedies happened, causing everyone to hate the place. And the teenagers you’ve been watching out for seem like just that - teenagers.

With a small sigh, you reposition your wallet so that it would easily fall out with a little tap and started to walk towards your main target, trying to act as though you were confused.

Looking around absently, you bump into a boy that you were told was named Steve Harrington. He was the oldest of the teenagers, making your superiors believe he is the ringleader of sorts. 

At least they were making you fake date a guy was pretty cute.

“I am so sorry!” You exclaim after bumping into him, trying to make your accent sound more ambiguous. You were informed of their previous run-ins with Russians, so you couldn’t let them catch on.

This Steve guy looked away from a curly-haired child and towards you, almost in a sort of awe. “It’s, uh… It’s no problem.”

Giving him a small smile, you slowly start to walk away as you put your hands in your pockets. You pretend to pat yourself down, signaling you’re missing something. “Shoot… My wallet…” You mumble loudly as you look around at the ground.

Before you knew it, Steve was right in front of you, flashing all his purely whites as he held out your wallet. “Drop this?”

You laughed a little, trying to make it sound a bit embarrassed. “Yes yes, thank you.”

While taking the wallet from him, you let your hand brush against his, holding it there for a moment.

Neither of you letting go yet, you opened your mouth to speak when he spoke first. “You’re not from here, are you?” Wow. Would take a genius to figure that out.

Smiling the snark comment off, you shook your head. “Just moved, actually.”

“From where?” Steve’s small curly-haired boy butted in, looking at you skeptically. 

It was more than obvious that people don’t just move to Hawkins, Indiana for the hell of it.

“Oh, far of yonder. Small European country.” You lied, smiling at the boy who you presumed was Dustin Henderson.

Two of the eight teens met. Not counting the three that moved recently. 

“Exotic.” Steve joked, nudging his little friend, who wasn’t amused at all. 

You forced a laugh to seem open to whatever this boy has to offer. “Well, thank you.” You repeated, slowly pulling your hand away and putting your wallet back in your pocket.

“Hey,”  he started again, giving a little shrug, “maybe I could give you a little tour around town? Tomorrow I get out of work at noon, so I could meet you at your place.”

Didn’t take much to get him to already ask you out.

With a smile, you gave him your address and turned around to start to walk back off to your ‘house.’

“I’m Steve, by the way!” He called out after you.

You turned your head, still walking away. “Y/N.”

----

It had been a week. Just a week. A week and this boy wouldn’t leave you alone. He was eating you up like a honey cake.

It was Saturday, exactly a week after your first ‘date.’ And you’ve spent almost each day with Steve. You’ve met everyone else in the group. 

They’ve all had their different levels of skepticism, but you have a feeling that getting close to Steve will be the best option for having the others begin to trust you.

Right now everyone was split up within a house. You believed it was the siblings’ Nancy and Mike Wheeler’s house. This seemed like their typical hangout house.

The youngest of the teens were in the basement and the older teens, plus you, were mingling in both the kitchen and living room.

The rundown of the group was obvious - Steve wasn’t as much of the ringleader as he was the heartthrob. There wasn’t even a ringleader at all. Nancy might be the closest thing to one. Dustin and Steve were very close, but Dustin was also very smart. If you could get close to Steve, he would convince Dustin you were good and that would convince everyone else in the group.

Right now Robin and Nancy were in the living room while you and Steve got some snacks together for the group.

“So, how has Hawkins been treating you?” Steve asked as he grabbed a bowl off a high shelf.

You shrugged a little. “If you’re Hawkins, then amazingly.” You joke. While he did give you a tour of the town, your focus was on him and his focus seemed to have been on you, too.

He smiled and handed you the bowl. “What can I say? I’m a top tier host.”

Smiling back at him, went for the bowl, lightly placing your hands overtop his. “I say you’re more than top tier host.”

He chuckled, leaning his hip against the counter, right in front of you. “I am truly honored.”

He slowly started to lean in, and the easiness of this job hit you.

Steve Harrington was falling for you as easy as a bowling ball falls from a skyscraper.

[anxiousstark]

I Have a Dream | Mitch Rapp

Warnings: Rotting teeth fluff. Mentions of Katrina’s death, light mention of Mitch’s PTSD.

Word Count: 1216

All Rights Reserved. The author, me, don’t allow any type of copy or adaption.

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"Oh, it's not a problem. Please, let me help." Mitch's gaze followed your movements, as you helped set the table while Stan finished cooking one of his most famous dishes. As you neared the table to place the utensils, Mitch couldn't help but grin at you. You smiled back, getting closer to him while placing your hand on his shoulder to lean down and peck his lips.

As you went back to the kitchen to grab more things, Rapp decided to stand up, wandering to the same room to ask if there was something he could assist with. Stan gazed at him, nodding his head while you went back to the table.

Mitch Rapp noticed the look Stan and Irene shared. "Y/N, has anyone shown you around this house?" She rolled her eyes. "Or whatever this is." You couldn't help but laugh at her comment, shaking your head. Whirling around, you glanced at Mitch, who nodded his head.

As his eyes followed your figure until you disappeared from the room, Stan decided to speak while his hands were busy cutting some pieces of beacon. "Are you sure?" His eyes were focused on cutting the pieces without wounding himself. "Like, completely sure?"

"Yes," He didn't hesitate to reply, knowing what his mentor meant. "Never been more sure."

"It's gonna' be a huge change, you know." The oldest man decided to place the knife on top of the cutting board, turning around to peer at Mitch.

The first time Irene brought Mitch to him, he truly wanted to kick his ass. Mitch Rapp had an attitude, being too confident on himself, not being able to look out of the picture and overly trusting his abilities, which weren't sufficient. But that confident boy became a man who knew how to use not only his abilities but also his brain.

Stan was proud of Mitch Rapp to the point where he wanted the boy to have the happiness he deserved. And it seems like that harmony had a name, Y/N Y/L/N.

"You know, Mitch," Stan smirked, and before he could say anything more, Rapp was already chuckling, knowing that his mentor would say something stupid. "It starts like this, man." He crossed his arms over his chest. "Then, you have to put a ring on it. Next, they want a golden retriever, and then you see yourself waking up at 3 in the morning because your third daughter is screaming at the top of her lungs to be feed." He chuckled, shaking his head.

Mitch bit his lower lip, ignoring Stan while getting closer to his jacket, grabbing a black box and going back to the kitchen. He gave the object to Stan. The oldest man's eyebrows were furrowed as he grasped the box, somewhat opening it. Hurley's mouth was wide open.

The younger male coughed. "I was thinking of a labrador retriever. But to be honest, I love all kinds of dogs." He laughed as Stan didn't seem to know how to close his hanging mouth. "I bought this box a couple of months ago." He swallowed, biting the inside of his left cheek. "But I'm terrified to drop the question."

"Terrified?" The box was pushed against his chest. "I've never heard those words coming out of your mouth, Mitch Rapp." He observed the boy's bottom lip tremble. "The Mitch Rapp I know throws himself into the most dangerous situations because he KNOWS he has the skills to defend himself and the ones he fights for."

"It's not the same." He snickered. But his expression became sour. "I'm terrified that as soon as I place that ring on her finger, something or someone will take her from me." He noticed the fixed gaze of Stan on him. "And yeah, I will always have what happened to Katrina in my mind. I loved her, and she meant so much to me." He paused to take a breath. "I pushed Y/N away so many times because I thought I had to be lonely all my life. I felt like I was cheating on Katrina."

"But what." Stan encouraged him to continue.

"But Y/N was there for me. She never made me forget Katrina, telling me she was important to me and that she understood that I was keeping a picture of her in my wallet." He sighed. "She never pushed me to get over Katrina, and when I wanted to look back, I noticed that I was falling in love with Y/N. And I wanted things I never did." His hand went to his hair, tugging on it tenderly. "I wanted to marry Katrina, but I didn't have more plans from there onwards. But what you just said about the house, and a dog, and a weeping baby that I will love with all my heart. I want that, and I want that only with Y/N."

Stan nodded his head, placing his hand on his shoulder. "Not going to lie, Rapp." He squeezed him. "I was mad about losing such a great agent. But I was hoping a day would come where you had something to live for. You were living for revenge and hate. Now, you have someone to live for." He heard footsteps coming closer. "You are going to get out of this dangerous world because you desire to be with her." He smiled at him, noticing how the boy sniffed, trying to hide his tears. "And I hope that baby comes here every day to see their uncle Stan."

Mitch laughed. "Then, do you think I should do it?"

"Do what? Marry her?" The man continued cooking. And even though he wasn't glancing at the young boy, he knew that he was nodding his head. "You better do." The young boy went closer as he saw you and Irene coming back to the living room, which was connected to the kitchen. "You better do, Mitch Rapp."

The night was lovely, and you enjoyed Stan's cooking, not believing he could be such a wonderful chef. You were telling stories related to Mitch, which made the boy blush while his chair shifted closer to yours. His right arm around your shoulder as he pulled you closer to his body before kissing your forehead. Irene's eyes shone as she watched with delight how in love the both of you were.

And even though Stan Hurley was smiling while listening to your stories, he couldn't help but notice how much you comprehended Mitch. The young boy would twitch his nose whenever he was spacing out. Whenever his mind would be filled with intrusive thoughts. Stan saw the way you stopped talking for a couple of seconds, noticing that your boyfriend's gaze was lost. He observed how you whispered his name, your hand squeezing the hand that was resting on your shoulder, snapping him back from those thoughts. Then, you kissed the corner of his mouth before continuing with your tales.

Mitch grinned at you, moving his gaze around the table until he met Stan's eyes. The man nodded, encouraging the 'kid' to marry that woman. "She's the one for you." He whispered, and your soon-to-be-fiance didn't hesitate to nod his head.

Mitch Rapp had a dream. A dream that he wanted to share with you; a labrador retriever and a beautiful child.

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Taglist: @og-baby-ob14​ - @siwiecola - @linkpk88​ -

People in bold means I can’t tag them.

[charlie-boio]

Fire - Thomas fic

Pairing: Thomas x Reader

Summary: Your dorm building is on fire, and Thomas has no idea where you are.

Word Count: 3636

A/N: This was gonna be shorter, but whatever that’s just my theme at this point. This is a quick Tommy fic before I dive DEEP into Mitch. This actually came to me in a dream soo hope y’all love it as much as I do. Pretty proud of this one for sure!

WARNINGS: Fires, mentions of death (no actual death), angst

Thomas’s eyes were starting to blur together. His eyes scanned over the same sentence again, trying to make the words stick in his head. Finals week was already kicking his ass, just like the last two weeks of classes had been doing. Last week, he had a test, two projects due, and an essay due all on the same day. What are the fucking odds of that?

Worst of all, he barely had any time to see you. You couldn’t even study together since Thomas preferred to study in his room while you had to study at the library. A few times you two had managed to grab lunch together, but you both had to eat quickly before rushing off to continue studying or finishing up an assignment. Not to mention the sheer exhaustion made you both too tired to keep up an engaging conversation.

You couldn’t even spare a text often, besides good morning/goodnight along with the “I miss you” texts. However, today, you had excitedly called him, saying you thought you would be finishing your work early, and you excitedly invited him over so you could spend the night together.

“Or I could come over there if you’re still studying. Like I really don’t even mind if it’s just my head in your lap and I’m watching a movie on my phone by myself while you work because I just miss you so so much and these past two weeks and we haven’t gotten to talk and I’d really like to-“

“Baby, you can definitely come over tonight.”

“Really? YES! Oh my God I’m so excited to see you! Should I bring my computer for the movi-oh wait should I bring clothes so I can stay the night or is Newt not going to see his-“

“I can kick Newt out. You’re staying the night, okay? Here, I’ll work through my break so I can have the night off too. I’m sure my body could use the break anyways.”

“Tommy, I don’t want you to overwork yourself for me I don’t mind-“

“I won’t, I promise,” Which was a lie, but he really thought he could get through his work enough for you to come over. Even if he couldn’t, he’ll just tack it onto tomorrow. It would be worth it to see you.

“…okay. Please don’t kill yourself over this Tommy. I promise I don’t mind I’ve just been aching to see you-oh FUCK! Forget to meet up with my professor oh FUCK I have to go bye baby I love you!”

Click.

Thomas’s fingers froze on his keyboard. He turned to his phone that had you on speaker, but all he saw were the words “Call ended.”

You two hadn’t said those three words to each other yet.

Of course, Thomas loved you. More than anything. Loving you was one of the only sure things he had in his life right now but wasn’t sure how he was supposed to tell you. He’s never loved anyone as strongly as he loves you, and your relationship was still fairly new, only four months in, but he was certain more than anything that you and him would be together for the rest of your lives.

Thomas broke into a grin and choked out a laugh. You loved him too.

Unfortunately, his insecurities started to kick in, saying how you didn’t mean to say it, you’d been in a hurry, and that you didn’t actually love him. He closed his eyes and put his face in his hands for a few moments, taking slow and deep breaths.

“It’s okay,” he whispered to himself. “Just get this done, then you can see her…and tell her that you love her too.”

Thomas brought his hands back to the keyboard and resumed typing, even more determined to finish now that there was a reward dangling over his head.

*

*

“You’ve got to be joking?” Gally managed to wheeze out.

“Dead serious!” Newt gasped between breaths.

The pair continued laughing, loudly, much to Thomas’s annoyance. He’d been working steadfast for the past few hours since your guys’ phone call, making excellent progress along the way.

Unfortunately, he’d hit a rut, and just when he had needed peace and quiet, his roommate Newt came back with Gally after they’d had dinner together. Newt had mentioned when they had entered the room that Thomas was still studying, to which Gally replied that he should study in the library like a normal person.

Thomas had decided then he did not like Gally.

What made it even worse was as their conversation continued, so did the volume and Thomas was this fucking close to snapping at the both of them since there’s a perfectly good common room down the fucking hall.

Just as Thomas was about to turn his chair and give them a piece of his mind, the door burst open and a scared Minho came into the room. He frantically looked around, then turned to Thomas. “She’s not here?”

Thomas furrowed his eyebrows, “Y/n? No, she was gonna text me when she was coming over, which should probably be soon now that I-“ Thomas clamped his mouth shut when he took in Minho’s facial expression: a mixture of fear and guilt. “What’s wrong?”

“Her dorm building is on fire,” Minho said, wincing.

For second, Thomas froze. On another night, on any fucking other night this week he would’ve been reassured that she was at the library studying her ass off. But today…

Minho, Newt, and Gally all were looking at Thomas with apprehension.

Thomas jumped from his chair, knocking it over. He shoved Minho aside, who called after him, “I didn’t see her outside…” and ran down the hall, not registering Minho’s statement. He sent multiple texts, one right after the other.

To Princess: Hey, I just wanted to check that you were still in the library

To Princess: I know your busy, but just a quick text letting me know you’re okay idk if you’ve heard, but your buildings on fire I need to make sure okay

To Princess: Please baby I’m getting scared

To Princess: Y/n please tell me you’re okay

Thomas pushed open the outside door, and nearly fell over from the sight. Across the courtyard he could clearly see your building, which was in the process of being burned. The top floor was almost completely obliterated, and it was about halfway through burning the third floor, which happened to be the one you lived in. He could see the firefighters doing their best to extinguish it, but they weren’t making much headway.

His feet were moving before he realized it, running towards the crowd of people that had gathered and was scanning for your face, unable to find you. He was calling you now, which went straight to voicemail. He sent texts despite knowing that you weren’t seeing them since at the very least your phone was off.

To Princess: Y/n I need you to answer my calls

To Princess: Please

To Princess: I love you

To Princess: I didn’t get to tell you that yet

To Princess: Baby please don’t leave me

To Princess: I love you

Thomas spotted Brenda, your roommate. He felt a minor pinch of relief flood his system; Brenda studied in her room all of the time too. If she’s here then you got out okay too.

He pushed his way through the crowd until he came up to Brenda, who was talking to the RA of her floor. He grabbed her arm, earning him a seething glare until she realized it was Thomas.

“Hey Th-“

“Where’s Y/n? I didn’t see her in the crowd but since you’re here then that means you two got out ok right?” He flashed her a pained smile that quickly faded once he realized that instead of her directing him to where you were, her eyes widened.

“She’s-She’s not with you?” Brenda asked, her voice cracking.

Thomas’s stomach dropped; he started to feel himself shake. This can’t be happening! He thought.

“N-No, she was going to text me once she was done, but she wasn’t in your guys’ room?”

“I was in the basement common room, I-I don’t know if she was there or not…” Brenda said, tears forming in her eyes.

It was only when Thomas saw Brenda’s tears that he realized he was crying, tears streaming quickly down his face.

“…So no one knows where she is…” The RA said slowly. A moment of silence passed by. A moment that said everything they needed to know.

Thomas turned and looked at the burning building, his breath catching in his throat while he felt the tears start to burn.

“No…” he whispered.

Another moment passed without the three of them saying anything until Brenda pointed in the far direction. “There she is!” she exclaimed, a smile on her face.

Thomas whipped around, and sure enough, there you were. You were staring up at the building in shock, with Minho and Newt standing by you, asking if you were okay.

Thomas ran, all kinds of different emotions flooding his system as he reached you and pulled you into a tight hug. He let out a shaky breath as he felt your arms snake around him, hugging him just as tightly as he was.

You two stayed there like, holding each other close, until finally his emotions settled for a brief moment. Thomas felt…angry. Unbelievably angry.

He grabbed your arms and forced you back, glaring down at you. You’re smile fell quickly from your face, furrowing into a worried look.

“Thomas-“

“Where the fuck were you?” Thomas asked, tone harsh.

“I-I was at the library. Tommy you know I study there-“

“Then why didn’t you answer your phone?” Thomas was raising his voice, and each time he did you grew smaller. “I tried calling and left dozens of texts-“

“It died! I didn’t realize until I had finished studying-“

“And you didn’t bring your charger? Like you always do?” His grip on your arms was stronger.

“Baby, I had forgotten it, I’m sorry! I meant to grab it then text you that I was on my way over-“

“Y/n,” you clamped your mouth shut at that. Thomas rarely called you by your name. “You’re not fucking getting it I thought you were dead! I thought you were in that fire burning alive!” He was practically screaming at you, his gaze unkind.

“Tommy…” you whispered.

“We’re leaving. Now!” He snarled at you, tugging you forward with one arm.

“Thomas,” Newt had started, but Thomas wasn’t listening. He marched forward with you trailing quietly behind him.

His mind was racing at a thousand thoughts a second. Deep down, he knows he shouldn’t have snapped at you; it wasn’t your fault, but right now he was just angry at everything. Every so often he’d glance back at you, making sure you were still there and that he wasn’t dreaming.

*

*

For you, the walk back to Thomas’s dorm was agonizingly slow. You glanced down at the piece of paper that you had been writing for the past hour and half.

You were half way to the library when you realized the slip up you’d made. At first, you had completely panicked, but after having several pep talks with yourself in the mirror, you somehow convinced yourself that this was a blessing in disguise. You could sit down with Thomas, tell him how you feel, then you two could have awesome sex afterwards (which you haven’t had for awhile since you barely saw each other). After finishing your work you were going to head over, but then decided to write out what you had to say. Unfortunately, you’d been staring at the piece of paper for about half an hour unable to fully express how you felt. Then, everything you did write wasn’t good enough for your Thomas. You couldn’t describe how he made you feel, and how much you loved him.

By the time you had fully written something down, you realized how late it was already on the library clock. Reaching down to grab your phone to text Thomas, you realized that it had died while you were sitting there, which you were sure that it was at 30% but now it wouldn’t turn on. Then, well the rest is history.

You hadn’t meant to. You just wanted to make sure that when you told Thomas that it was perfect and everything he deserved.

Of course, now you realize that deserved someone better than you. Someone prettier and smarter. Someone who doesn’t spend so much time studying, and doesn’t forget simple things like a phone charger. You fought back the tears; you didn’t want to guilt Thomas, you didn’t want to make things worse, and honestly, you didn’t want to be yelled at anymore.

Thomas didn’t speak to the entire way back. He merely lead you to his room, throwing his phone charger at you. He grabbed a pair of sweatpants and left. You blinked, confused. But when you figured it out, a fresh wave of pain shot through your heart. He wasn’t coming back. He must’ve kicked Newt out for the night for his original plan, so you two would have some time to yourself…

You rushed over, plugging in your phone and turning it on. You read of all his messages, and you couldn’t stop staring at the last text.

I love you

You blew it. He did love you, then you had to blow it.

The dam holding everything back burst open, and you let all of your emotions run free. You sobbed, loudly, trying to let everything out. Hugging your knees to your chest, you fell to the side on Thomas’s bed, muffling your sobs into the sheets. Time was lost to you. Hours flew by, or maybe it was only a matter of minutes.

After awhile you sat up, feeling empty and numb. Your throat was raw, your eyes and cheeks burned, and somehow you were cold despite the layers you were wearing. You weren’t sure if sleeping in Thomas’ bee was okay, but once you laid down you decided you didn’t care. After weeks of studying and the stress of today, you were exhausted. Your eyes closed for only a few moments before swiftly falling asleep.

*

*

“You’re being a dick,” Newt said, his arms crossed.

Sitting in the common room of Minho’s dorm, Thomas sat on the coach reading something on his phone, or at least he was supposed to. In reality his eyes were glazing over.

When he had first arrived, he’d shot everyone glare, and they all got the message to not bother him. He’d been angry, so incredibly angry he was practically vibrating.

Now, it was close to 1:00am, he’d calm down significantly. He rubbed his eyes together, feeling the burn of exhaustion behind them. It had been a long day.

“Tommy,”

“I know,” Thomas snapped, then sighed. “I’m sorry,” his voice was quieter now, and Newt’s stance softened. “You don’t understand…I really thought she had died Newt. I don’t know what I’d do without her. I love her,” Thomas took in a shaky breath. “I know she’d never intentionally do that to me. Ever. I just…”

Newt hummed. He uncrossed his arms and sat next to Thomas. “That’s what happens when you fall in love, Thomas. You care, and you’re allowed to feel emotions. Honestly, it was the perfect storm. It was the one day she was done early, the one time she forgot her charger, the one time her phone died, everything just lined up perfectly.”

Thomas nodded along. “I shouldn’t have yelled.”

“You could’ve been upset. I would have. But you’re right you definitely shouldn’t have yelled at her like that.”

“I feel shitty.”

“You should. If you didn’t then I’d be concerned. You should feel somewhat bad for yelling at someone you care about. Even if they deserve it, which y/n didn’t by the way.”

“Will…will she forgive me?”

Newt rolled his eyes. “Obviously. She loves you too. And don’t even try to convince yourself otherwise.”

Thomas smiled to himself. For the first time, he actually believed that you could love him.

“I’m gonna head back. Thanks Newt,” Thomas said as he stood.

“Happy to help. No go apologize for being a twat, Tommy.”

Walking back into his room, he felt a twinge if guilt stab him. His bedside lamp was on, but you were clearly in an uncomfortable sleep. Occasionally you’d shiver, despite the covers, or you’d twitch. Thomas knelt by you, feeling his guilt spread through his body. Your fair was blotchy and your eyes were pink and puffy. His heart clenched tightly; he should be drying your tears, not causing them.

Sitting loosely in your hand was a slightly crumpled folded piece of paper. Tentatively, he lifted your fingers and grabbed it, leaving his hand. Opening it, he could see it was addressed to him.

Tommy,

 This is probably my thousandth time writing this, but I just can’t seem to write down everything I want to say to you. I have such strong feelings that words don’t seem to do it any justice, so I guess I’ll just come out and say it.

 I love you.

 I love everything about you: your smile, your beautiful eyes that I just get lost in, the look of you face when you’re concentrating hard on something, and the way you make me feel so special every single day we’ve been together. You’re sweet, kind, and just everything I’ve ever wanted.

 I know I said it earlier today, and yes that was a slip, but I’m glad it happened. I feel like I’ve loved you for awhile now, and just haven’t had the courage to tell you. Well, now I want to be able to tell you every single day that I love you, I love how I can be myself around you, and I can’t wait to see what the future holds for us. Because I know that as long as we have each other, nothing can stand in our way.

 I love you so much Tommy. I love you with everything that I am.

 Forever yours,

 y/n

Thomas wasn’t sure when he’d started, but some of his tears started falling onto the page, smudging the words together. He let the paper flutter to the floor, staring up at your sleeping form. You loved him too.

He just hoped you’d forgive him.

He didn’t plan on waking you, deciding he’d sleep on the floor if had too. He was trying to keep his hiccups done and his own sobs quiet so he wouldn’t wake you. Grabbing Newt’s pillow, he set it on the floor next to his bed. He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, smiling through his tears.

You stirred, eyes blinking open. Thomas froze; he didn’t mean to wake you.

“Tommy…is that you?” you asked groggily.

“I’m so sorry,” Thomas sobs became more uncontrollable, wrecking through his body while he tried to take in deep breaths, but he couldn’t get any air into his lungs.

Next thing he knew, he was on his bed with your arms around him. His face was buried into the crook of your neck, soaking the sweatshirt you were wearing. He heard you murmuring soothing words into his ear while you ran your fingers through his hair.

After awhile his breathing calmed down, and his tears stopped flowing. He lifted his head to see fresh tears on your face, giving him a watery smile.

He lifted his hand and wiped away some of the lingering tears. “Baby, why are you crying?”

“I don’t like seeing you upset.”

He chuckled at that. “Neither do I, princess,” Thomas swallowed. “I’m sorry. Really. I-I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that. It’s not like you did anything wrong, or you set your dorm building on fire. I just-I just got so scared that you were gone, because I-I don’t want to lose you. I-I love you,”

You smiled softly at him, squeezing his arm. “I love you too, Tommy. Have for awhile now, I just didn’t know how to tell you.”

Thomas let out a breathy laugh and bit his lip. “…I read your letter…”

“Yeah?”

“You…you really feel that?”

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes. “Of course, I literally just said it too.” You were smiling brightly now, and Thomas would do anything to keep that smile on your face. The way your eyes lit up, crinkling around the edges. Somehow, he was falling deeper in love with you.

“I know this week has sucked with finals, and I had plans for dinner. I was gonna tell you today after you said it on the phone. I know you didn’t mean to say it, but I thought it’d be a perfect opportunity. Tomorrow I have my last final, so if you wouldn’t mind postponing your studying so we can spend the morning together? Have breakfast? Then you can study and I’ll take my final. Once this shitshow’s over we’re gonna be spending so much time together you’re gonna get sick of me.”

“Tommy, I’d never get sick of you. Breakfast sounds wonderful. A lazy morning with the love of my life.”

There wasn’t much talking after that, save for the occasional mutters of ‘I love you’ now that you could both say it freely. Mostly, it was soft kisses, gentle touches, and the two of you holding each other so close that eventually lulled you both into a deep sleep.

[faangirl101]

Angel with a shotgun Masterlist

NORMAL MASTERLIST

ANGEL WITH A SHOTGUN- FINISHED

After your fathers death you grow up in the embrace of your strict uncle Stan Hurley. One day a new recruit dhows up on the orions team, Mitch Rapp. If you were a angel with a shotgun, maybe he was just a devil with a big heart?

PART ONE- Bruised

PART TWO- Shower buddies

PART THREE- Aint no angel

PART FOUR- Sweet dreams

PART FIVE -Heartache

THE FINAL - locked and loaded volume 1

THE FINAL- Locked and loaded volume 2

[dancingwithdylan21]

Pop Princess - Bodyguard AU

Summary: Mitch is the reader’s bodyguard and his feelings are revealed on the set of her new music video.

Pairing: bodyguard!Mitch x popstar!Reader

Word Count: 2,083

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Mitch grits his teeth, biting back a low growl, he can feel a dangerous rumble in his chest that’s threatening to escape. His fury filled eyes witness you greedily accept every seductive touch from your co-star Justyn.

Your bodyguard is fully aware that the sexual bullshit playing out before him is just acting for your music video. That it’s your job at the moment to portray a lustful, passionate relationship for the camera. Although it doesn’t lessen the strong urge of wanting to break your co-stars face.

Justyn’s grubby hands are grabbing and pulling you, his lips kissing and grazing you, his whole motherfucking body keeps touching you. To make matters worse, you’re donning sexy red lingerie that barely leaves anything to the imagination.

Feeling himself start to overheat, Mitch harshly rips off his black leather jacket in an attempt to breathe. Unfortunately it’s futile because his blood continues to boil, failing to allow any form of sweet relief.

Suddenly feeling a heavy gaze, Mitch’s brown eyes snap to his left where he catches your stylist Megan sending him quizzical look. He starts to slightly panic because he thought his inner battle was kept under control. Now he’s paranoid about his feelings bubbling to the surface.

“Moving on!” The director shouts up into the air, on command the music and lights are cut and everyone jumps into action to setup for the next shot.

“Oh thank Christ.” Mitch already breaks out into a fast stride towards where you’re standing. He can’t help but groan loudly as Justyn wraps his muscular arms around you one last time to say goodbye.

You and your handsome bodyguard finally lock eyes as he impatiently waves you over. You squint noticing that he seems uncharacteristically flustered right now.

“You alright, Rapp? Your face is all red.”

“I’m fine. Let’s go.” Mitch replies half-heartedly motioning in the direction of your trailer. Deciding to just leave it be, a curious smile appears on your face as you let him lead the way.

“What was I thinking? I’ve never had so many outfit changes in one music video and now I know why. It’s a pain in the ass! This will be the sixth one.” You whine out, lazily hopping up your trailer steps and dragging yourself inside.

“You gonna wear actual clothes this time around?” Mitch automatically detects the hint of jealously in his voice and it makes him wince as he shuts the door behind him.

“I didn’t realize I had to run my wardrobe by you, Rapp.” You deliver dryly, not missing the way Mitch’s jaw tightens.

“Well now you know. So act accordingly.” Satisfied with his witty remark, Mitch ignores your roll of the eyes and proceeds to plop down onto the couch.

A sudden wave of energy bustles into the trailer when your stylist Megan and makeup artist Donny walk through the door. They immediately get to work, transforming you yet again into another character for your video.

“Doing anything fun on your day off tomorrow?” Donny inquires sweeping aside your wavy locks to dust bronzer over your chest and shoulders.

“I’m going to Disneyland!” You giddily clap your hands and start bouncing in your seat.

Your words bring Mitch into an automatic state of uneasiness and he’s now officially dreading tomorrow. He knows you going to a supermarket can turn into a shitshow, never mind a god damn theme park.

“Are you sure, Y/N?” Mitch hesitantly peels himself off of the couch and moves slowly to stand behind your chair. He looks apprehensive as he makes eye contact with you in the mirror.

“Yes! Don’t worry. You get the day off too. Go do whatever you want.” You happily inform him, giving his brooding reflection a thumbs up.

“Funny. What time will we leave? I’ll call and get a VIP guide setup to take us around to the rides.” Mitch misses the immediate scowl on your face, too busy typing away on his iPhone.

“I’m serious, dude. It doesn’t need to be turned into a celebrity thing. I don’t want a guide shuffling me around the park and pushing me to the front of the line for every ride. I just wanna be normal for once.” It’s now your bodyguard’s turn to have the scowl and he certainly wears it well.

“Besides Joel will be with me.” You add quickly casting your eyes down to fidget with your bracelet. You’re already aware of Mitch’s opinion of him and it’s definitely not in your favor.

“Joel. Your moron guitar player? You’re kidding, right? He couldn’t fight his way out of a paper bag. There’s no way in hell I’m trusting him to protect you.”

“Mitch…”

“Not happening, Y/N. End of discussion.” He declares sternly.

“Don’t talk to me like I’m a god damn child.” You grumble in frustration while friggin Donny is squeezing your face with his hand to keep it in place. Impatiently waiting for him to fix your smokey eyes, he finally finishes with a loud ‘ta-da!’

“Can you guys please excuse us? Go get yourselves a coffee or something at craft services.” You smile sweetly but it fails to reach your eyes, thankfully Donny and Megan exit the trailer with no questions asked.

“I’m your boss ya know.” Not bothering to spin around in your chair, you decide to send him a hard glare through your reflection in the mirror.

“I don’t care.”

“Damn it, Mitch! I’m the celebrity. You’re the bodyguard. You do what I say!” In a loud huff, you hop off of your chair and twirl around to face him determined to stand your ground.

“To the world, you’re a celebrity. To me, you’re still the brace faced dork who made up dances to Madonna songs in her backyard.” He cheekily replies making your mouth drop open in shock.

“How the hell do you know about that? I was like eleven!”

“I was your next door neighbor, dumb ass. I could see you from my bedroom window.”

“Oh. So you were a stalker at fourteen years old. That’s not creepy at all.” You tell him narrowing your eyes.

“Stalker? Yeah totally. I was taking notes in my Ren and Stimpy notebook.” With a shake of his head, Mitch starts chuckling at the aggravated look covering your face.

“At least you admit it.” You mutter under your breath.

“For your fucking information…that asshole John from down the street always picked on the younger kids. I was watching over your stubborn ass even back then.” Mitch laughs humorlessly realizing just how long you’ve had a hold on him.

“Whatever. There’s a reason that my former bodyguards didn’t work out. I don’t need a babysitter, Rapp.”

“You got along with all of them until they disagreed with you. Two got fired and the third quit. Nice track record.”

“You’re giving me a headache, man.” You moan dramatically, doing your best to focus on something that isn’t the brown eyed man.

“You know what the difference is between me and those other guys?” Mitch intentionally speaks louder making your head snap up to attention.

“Enlighten me.”

“I. don’t. give. a. fuck. You can whine, cry, bitch, yell, have a tantrum…doesn’t matter. I’ve seen the best of you and I’ve definitely seen the worst. So give me your best shot, princess.” He finishes with a smirk that drives you wild and you’d like nothing more than to wipe it off his fucking face.

“Yeah well I’m gonna tell Stan that you’re being a dick to me.” You regret the childish words the second they fly out of your mouth. Annoyed with yourself, you pretend that you didn’t just revert back and act like a twelve year old.

“Aw you’re gonna go tattle tale to your big scary uncle?” He rolls his eyes. “Go ahead. No skin off my back.”

“You’re the one who wanted this job so bad, Rapp. I wouldn’t act so cocky.”

“I…I’m sorry?” Mitch looks taken aback, searching your face to see if you’re fucking with him.  

“You’re the one who begged Stan to get me to hire you!” You respond exasperated now pacing around the trailer. You think back to the conversation you had with the uncle that raised you.

“Are you high?!” Mitch spits out causing you to automatically freeze in front of him.

“Hurley convinced me to let you have the job. He said you weren’t ready to get back into the field after your last mission.”

“That little mother fucker.” Mitch growls pulling a confused expression from you.

“I was involved in an operation but I backed out because he practically pleaded with me to take this job.”

“That doesn’t make sense, Rapp.”

“Hurley said you wanted someone you were comfortable with and that you could trust. And that you wanted me to do it.” He barely glaces at you, focusing more on the pit developing in his stomach.

The obvious question of why your uncle would arrange this is hanging in the air, neither of you wanting to be the one to voice it first. Of course you figure it’s because of your hidden feelings for Mitch.

You’ve never admitted them to your uncle but he knows you all too well. This is the bastard’s way of trying to get you to reveal them. You’re not easily intimidated but Mitch has always driven you to the point of madness.

“It wasn’t my idea. I had another security guard hired and then I had to drop him.” You purse your lips wishing that your uncle was here, you want to strangle him for putting you in this embarrassing situation.

While you’re lost in thought, Mitch sinks back down onto the couch feeling worn down by this whole ordeal. Leave it to Stan to exhaust everyone when he’s not even in the same fucking state.

“Stan’s done a lot of ridiculous shit over the years but this one takes the cake.” You say quietly now feeling extremely awkward with every movement that you make.

“I knew it.” Mitch scoffs clasping his hands so tight that his knuckles are turning white.

“Knew what?”

“When I first started, I mentioned to Hurley that you didn’t seem too thrilled that I was around. He said to give it time, that you were just being shy. And I bought it!”

“I can be shy.” You state defensively, dropping down next to him onto the couch.

“Shy my ass. You were just half naked, dry humping some random guy in a room full of people.” Mitch spits out before he can stop himself. He reluctantly turns towards you and then encounters the ultimate bitch face. 

“But you’re the princess of pop so apparently being risque is acceptable. What the hell do I know?” He finishes now unable to control the judgmental shit being aimed your way.

“You sound like a jealous fucking prick right now!” You’re instantly alarmed about what just slipped out of your damn unfiltered mouth. It seems to have woken something deep inside of Mitch who looks extremely close to flipping his shit.

“Maybe because I am!” Mitch roars propelling himself into the middle of the room.

He appears slightly intimidating between his rougher than usual voice and the intensity in his eyes but you decide to stay frozen while he continues his breakdown. Besides what he just exclaimed isn’t sinking in with you yet, otherwise you’d have a much stronger response.

“I’ve been in love with the same girl since I was fourteen. Fourteen! Do you know what it’s like having feelings for someone and being too big of a pussy to tell her? And let’s not forget that she turned into the biggest fucking pop star on the planet!”

Mitch’s gesturing wildly and you’re praying that he continues his rant because you are at a fucking loss. You’re understanding his words but your brain is not fucking registering them.

“So naturally your idiot uncle decides to step in and rearrange my entire god damn life, making me a permanent fixture in your crazy world. As if me being around you 24/7 would make me grow some balls. And I guess the joke’s on me because here we fucking are.”

Finally pausing to catch his breath, Mitch gives you his full attention and it makes your head start swimming. So much for being your usual confident self, you feel like you’re on the verge of a panic attack.

“Well…are you gonna say anything, Y/N?!”

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[angelkurenai]

Following orders - Dean Winchester x Reader x Mitch Rapp

Title: Following orders

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Mitch Rapp x Reader

Warnings: Almost spoilers for American Assassin, Supernatural season 13

Summary: Imagine while at a motel room with Dean and Sam, working on a case, you hear noise outside and want to check it out. Only to run into a man called Mitch Rapp who seems to have everything under control, so much that he ends up saving you as well. You realize he’s working on the same case, that allowes you to team up, and you to get considerably closer to him much to Dean’s dismay.

“This is stupid, this is way out of our league and we all know it.” Dean being ever-so-optimistic grumbled as he leaned back in his chair. He ran a hand down his face and you gave him a sympathetic look, knowing that this was all just an extra weight on his shoulders; and he already had enough.

“We do, but Jody said it was important and the least we can do is check it out.”

“I mean it doesn't even look like it's out kind of thing to begin with!” he scoffed, scratching the back of his neck “Guns and weapons is what we do, yes, but since when do the monsters ever use them?”

“Some monsters do, and maybe they could belong to other hunters held captive. We've seen this before, that's not the weird part.” you shrugged.

“We've chased the freaking president because the devil was in him, how does this look weird to you?” Sam scoffed a laugh.

“Because it is, Sam. Come on guys, we should be taking the heads of vamps right now. Not looking into some weird ass footage of- of terrorists for all we know!”

“Well, humans can be the worst monsters sometimes.” Sam pursed his lips, shrugging “Besides, do you wanna leave it to the FBI like last time? And let them prove they're the ones responsible for all of it in the end?” Sam asked, throwing his hands in the air and you chewed on your lower lip as you set the beers down on the table “Jody trusted us and I'm willing to do this... at least it's gonna keep me occupied enough.” he muttered to himself and you saw how Dean clenched his jaw.

“You know I-” you hesitated, knowing what the elephant in the room really was “I would much rather be doing anything in my power to find a way to get Mary and Jack back to us or- or look for a way to defend ourselves in case Lucifer does appear, but-” you licked your lips “Sam's right, we need to focus on this now.”

“Sam's just saying this cause he's hit bottom rock right now, but we gotta keep grinding.” he shook his head, giving a look to his brother who just pursed his lips in denial “We can't give up like this and-”

“Please, D.” you ended up whispering, taking a seat next to him, as he went silent at your small plea to not turn this into a fight “We're not giving up, we never have and we're not going to now. But we- we... owe this, not just to Jody but everyone else too. Monster or not, we save people, that's what we do and we need to give this a try. And who knows if it ends up being our thing in the end? We've seen all kinds of crazy, even the FBI helping out monsters find their next snack, how do we know this ain't it again?”

“We don't.” Dean mumbled, nodding his head.

“Exactly. And I know for a fact that we all need to take a break and hey-” you put on a soft smile, trying to lighten the mood “If it involves running into Sherlock Holmes, I wouldn't mind at all!”

A chuckle left Dean and Sam's lips as they both gave you a look “A little bit unlikely, (Y/n). Most chances are he's solving crimes elsewhere, far far away from here.”

“Way to ruin a girl's dreams, Sammy. Thanks a lot buddy.” you pouted, crossing your arms over your chest as he with a laugh took a sip of his beer.

“Hey, if not Sherlock we could probably run into some other cute detective that will take an interest in you.” he said with a small smirk and you grinned, shaking your head with a laugh.

“If it ain't him or John Watson, then I'm not interested.” you said matter-of-factly, opening another tab on your computer to look for the address the sheriff had given you a couple hours prior.

“So... no other man for you, other than those two?” he raised an eyebrow, leaning a bit forward.

“Oh well, you know me Sammy.” you spoke as you typed “I'm always and forever gonna be hopelessly into one man, but it'll probably the next Apocalypse when your-” you stopped yourself when you realized what you were going to say about his oh-so-oblivious brother that you were head over heels in love with. You looked up to see a huge grin on Sam's face, because he knew about your true feelings, and was trying to get you to admit it.

“Fuck off, Samuel.” you growled, kicking his foot hard under the table.

He winced “Hey, hey I didn't say anything. You were the one about to.” he shrugged with that innocent and so-irritating smirk of his.

“You know what, Winchester?” you grumbled, but before you had the chance to complete your threat the older Winchester decided to pipe in.

“Who?” Dean asked, trying so bad to seem like he wasn't that interested but just casual, but on the inside he was freaking out over the possibility of you having feelings for someone. Oh if only he knew.

“What?” you blinked.

“Who do you have feelings for? You didn't tell me anything about it, and we usually- dunno, say everything.” he shrugged, looking down at the beer for a second “Do we even know him?” he asked, clenching his jaw and you felt your mind go blank. You couldn't think of something proper to say, maybe only think of how to punch Sam Winchester's grin off.

“...No” you squeaked, looking back at the computer and shifting in your place as you still felt his intense look on you.

“What's his name?” you prayed he wouldn't ask but Chuck wasn't on your side this night because he apparently wasn't having any of it.

“Yeah, (Y/n). Why won't you tell Dean what his name is? You guys are practically soulmates at this point, why hide something now?” Sam asked, looking very cheerful again. Oh the asshole loved embarrassing you in front of Dean and right now you knew you couldn't escape this. Dean shot his brother and equally annoyed look that just made the younger Winchester laugh more until his laughter was cut short and his smile fluttered and his head snapped up, just like yours and Dean's, when you heard the ear-piercing scream.

You all exchanged a look and it took only a split second for you to shot up, grabbing your guns and kicking your chairs back as you stormed out of the room. Normally you'd have been worried and on alert but this time there was a hint of relief there for a moment that you had been able to avoid this conversation. You knew it wasn't for long, but at least it was long enough to come up with something. Dean, who was the first one to reach the door, held a hand up for you to wait. He shared a look with you and Sam and took hold of the doorhandle carefully. He opened the door abruptly and the three of you jumped with your guns pointed in front of you, but you were only met with the empty – save for a few cars – parking lot.

“Guys, check this out.” Sam said in a whisper and you followed his line of sight to see the trail of blood behind one of the cars. You all slowly approached and you winced, looking away when you saw the bullet right in between her wide open cold eyes. You could face monsters as gross as they could get, see someone's skin being teared off while he's alive but sometimes things like this made your skin crawl. Dean placed a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it for comfort.

“Well, now we know who the scream belonged to.” he sighed.

“But the thing is... we didn't hear a gunshot, did we?” you questioned, looking between them.

“Which just means we're dealing with professionals here.” the older Winchester didn't miss the chance to say with an I-told-you-so look on his face at his younger brother.

“Or... professional monsters.” Sam shrugged, kneeling down to pick at her lips and show you the werewolf teeth.

“So she was a werewolf and was attacking someone. The one that killed her, probably a hunter.” you mumbled.

“Seems possible but...” Sam frowned, inspecting all of the evidence in front of him which really wasn't enough to explain what had taken place.

“It's too simple.” you completed his sentence, chewing on your lower lip.

“And doesn't explain that.” Dean said in a gruff voice, motioning right behind you. Both you and Sam looked in the direction, where right next to another car lay a dead man. Again, not all that weird but once you took a closer look he too had died because of a couple bullets. Surprisingly enough he was human, though, and really close to him stood a bag filled with all kinds of goodies... for monsters. It was human parts, mostly, and a couple bags of blood.

“Great, another monster drug dealer. Who can be involved now, the freaking CIA?” Dean grumbled but before Sam could say anything back a loud groan was heard not too far away from you.

You all went into action again, following the sound which was in fact coming from the motel room right next to yours. You heard more groans and yelling from inside, chairs and a table being broken, and the moment a guy was thrown right out of the window by breaking it, you took it as your que to barge in. Dean kicked the door open with his foot and you all went into hunter even if part of you knew you weren't fighting your usual kind of monsters.

You were fast enough to dodge a bullet, but not so much to see a guy charge at you the moment he spotted you. Sam who was by your side didn't miss to shoot at him, but only got him in the shoulder before he jumped on him. You were pushed back by the younger Winchester, and as you stumbled your eyes fell on Dean who was fighting as well. You heard him groan as he got a punch in the jaw. His gun was easily knocked out his hand which shocked you before he was able to kick him in the stomach. Although everything happened so fast you could easily tell that Dean was right from the beginning. This was way out of your league. Seeing how skilled the man was that not even Dean could possibly do some damage to him made you wonder how could you possibly do something against them. Clenching your jaw you pulled the trigger and shot him in the head, as he fell dead on the floor.

“Are you ok?” you breathed out as he nodded his head, blinking and wiping the blood off his lips. He had managed to get pretty beaten up without you even realizing it an that now scared you.

“Yeah, son of a bitch.” he groaned, his eyes going wide in the end when he saw Sam was still struggling.

You snapped in his direction, pointing the gun at the man but with how much he moved it was impossible to have a good chance at getting him. But maybe you didn't after all.

You didn't even see it coming when a bullet was shot at him and the man stopped moving altogether. The bullet was right on his head, which was nearly impossible to get, yet someone just had. You looked in the direction it had come from only to see a man was standing in the middle of this, still fighting, a good few bodies laying around him but still he was able to take down just as many. He moved skillfully , avoiding every kick, slice, bullet or punch, using his opponents moves against them. He moved at such ease, needing only one bullet to get straight to the job of killing them without having to try very hard. He took hold of the man's arm that was directed at him with a knife and and twisting it, he kicked him on the back of his knees; making him fall down with a loud yell as his arm got broken. The brunette didn't wait a second as he pulled the trigger and ended it with a single bullet.

“What the hell?” you heard Dean groan as he got on his feet, but your mind couldn't focus on him at the moment. Especially when the man standing right in front of you looked up now and his eyes found yours immediately.

You didn't want to be cheesy, in fact you had never been, except for when you realized how Dean made you feel, but for a second you felt as if time stopped. Your heart leaped to your throat and at the same time it clenched painfully when you looked right into his eyes. Not just because of how handsome the guy was but because you, and being a hunter gave you the chance, saw past the intense gaze that made your cheeks burn. Past the eyes that made your heart skip a few beats. His eyes were a warm brown that you didn't doubt could hold much love for his family and close ones but at the same time you doubted he had any left. He looked like he had all innocence snatched from him violently and far too soon, and so despite what could be a wonderful smile and soft and caring eyes, there now was only emptiness, a thin cold layer trying to hide whatever was left of his emotions.

He held your gaze for probably longer than necessary, or normal considering you'd jut met, but above all too long for his own good. Your own eyes widened when you saw one of the men you thought were dead charge at him from behind.

“Watch out!” you yelled, and he was fast to react and fight back. It didn't take him longer than a minute to kill the man but it was probably longer than he'd have any other time if he wasn't distracted.

By why, even even more who, was he distracted by, was the real question.

“What are you doing here?” the man asked, panting slightly as he looked at the three off you. Or mostly the boys, avoiding to look at you for a reason suddenly that bothered you more than you wanted to admit. His voice a little more rough than you'd expect but you realized it was because of everything that had taken place.

Dean got up, clearing his throat “We're FBI. We heard noise and wanted to-”

“Yeah?” he raised an eyebrow just barely “Interesting then.” the sarcasm in his voice was much evident as he tucked his gun away.

“What's that supposed to mean?” Dean grumbled, glaring at the younger man who offered just a half smile at you.

“Because last time I remember, Sammy over here was studying law and being his usual nerd self.” he said and when you heard Sam chuckle, both you and Dean looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

“You know this guy?!” Dean almost exclaimed, motioning at the man while looking at Sam.

“Yeah, met while I was in Standford.” Sam rubbed the back of his neck “He was in high school at the time, something about vocational guidance, wasn't it?”

“Yeah, seems like Standford was too classy for him though.” Dean muttered a little aggravated and the man shrugged.

“Well, sometimes guns can solve problems more easily.” the look on the younger man's eyes could really rival that of Dean's in intensity.

“It's- You're right, and we know that too.” Sam said, sensing what you probably already were “It's good to see you again Mitch, anyway. Although I honestly expected you to be a little different, I'm glad that you're... you know, alive.” Sam breathed out and the man pursed his lips, nodding his head.

“Yeah, well-” he licked his lips, glancing at you “It is what it is. Besides-” he offered him a small smirk “Your hairstyle's changed too, and it's longer, so I'll say I'm better.”

“Fair enough.” Sam smiled only for a split second “Mitch... just how did you do all this? The guy I remember... you're not that anymore. I mean you just, you took so many men like it was nothing. Killed a werewolf outside when we-”

“A what?” his frown showed his confusion.

“Werewolf.” Dean said in a rough voice “What, didn't your classmates give you any info on that?” he raised an eyebrow, speaking sarcastically, and you gave him a look because there was no need for that now. He had saved you after all.

“No, but when the CIA asks me to get a job done I just load my gun and get the job done. Not all people can, as you figured out minutes ago.” Mitch said with almost a stoic face on his look, but the way he got back at Dean made you raise your eyebrows in surprise. Especially when the older Winchester didn't have a good enough comeback.

“Are you for serious right now?” Sam frowned and when Mitch gave him a simple shrug, he blinked in surprise and realization “Mitch... what's happened to you?”

“The same thing that happened to you.” you whispered and he finally looked back at you, surprise on his face for a second at how you could read him. Or at least part of him.

“You must be (Y/n).” he said in a low voice “Sam's talked about you, it's nice to finally meet you.”

“Wish we could say the same.” Dean said before you could respond and you gave him a look.

“I'm sure, Dean.” he nodded his head, but he didn't take his eyes away from yours.

“Never ever let it get personal.”

But it felt like Stan’s words were merely an echo in his head, very far away, distant and unable to touch him. Not enough, at least, so that they could snap some sense into him.

“So, what are you doing here then?” Dean asked with a raised eyebrow, his voice coming out more rough. But it was probably to show to the younger man that he wasn’t playing here either and if need be he could turn into an Alpha ready to fight for what’s his. Not that there would be any fight, that much he knew, but at the same time he also felt like he knew the guy standing in front of him. He could study him.

Behind what could be described as an innocent face and those warm chocolate with a hint of amber eyes lay no angel. From the way he had handled everything and the way he was looking back at all of you Dean could recognize the pattern. He had had the chance to experience it himself when under the compulsion of the Mark of Cain, but this guy had no such thing. It was all him, void almost of any emotions, in a way that painfully enough reminded the older Winchester again of himself. Therefore he knew what he was capable of and he didn’t like it one bit when his eyes lingered on your form for a second.

“I’m not trying to get in your business but I am not here on my own either.”

“So someone sent you then? Is that why you did all this?” Sam spoke next because all you did was hold your breath and try to soak as much in of the man in front of you. Something about him made you want to know more and at the same time… not get any further involved but just run away from him.

“Just…” the assassin hesitated for probably the first time in his life after everything that had happened.

He blinked, straightening his back and shrugging casually he put his gun away. He tore his gaze from your eyes to face the older Winchester again.

“Following orders is all.” he said in that voice of his “Or at least trying to, but…”

“I’m not doing that well.” Mitch added and his eyes inevitably fell on you again.

[stilinski-stydia-obrien]

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Okay I am trying to get part 4 of worth saving out to you guys. But I have huge writers block right now it's ridiculous. If anyone can lend a hand and let me bounce ideas off them please send me a message this no writing is driving me crazy!!!

[laufeyamp]

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SUMMARY. ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- how could two distinct worlds ever collide to one for two utterly different people to really embrace each other?

RELATED DRABBLES. ༊*·˚ Steven Grant, Solely Yours, Hazel and Gus, "S".

PAIRING. steven grant x assasin!gender neutral reader/marc spector x assasin!gender neutral reader (platonic) WORD COUNT. 1.244k TAGLIST. @lovers-liability​

THIS WORK CONTAINS angst, fluff, mentions of murder/mass murder (nothing explicit)

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“I don’t think we stand a chance,” you confessed your silenced thoughts with the faintest beam of bitterness and fatigue after much deliberation, enunciating a truth you’ve made futile attempts in rewriting. The ex-mercenary stared at your mentally and physically drained figure which leaned against one of the poles on the felucca boat you’ve taken, bedecked with spirals of golden light strings. You were his prey demanded by Khonshu, the only one he'd failed to slaughter with your adept assassination skills and flexible body. It was immensely shocking the night he learnt that you were his alter’s significant other among billions of people in this world, to learn this wholly new behaviour you’ve developed willingly for his nerdy alter out of love. The best out of the best was what they named you in the world of criminals for your infamous kill count, the catastrophic destruction and grievous anguish you’ve brought to thousands. Merciless, belligerent, remorseless, heartless, immoral, you were regarded as every horrible adjective in existence. There are minutes when he’d ponder how could someone like you possibly melt in the hands of a bookworm this effortlessly. 

”Steven, he’s-” you didn’t know where to begin for a split second, the flare of this splendid and peculiar sentiment shimmering on your darkness at the mere sight of his ingenuous twinkle. “He’s the most beautiful thing I’ve had after the years I’ve spent having my vicious carnage for a stash of money. He’s a stark contrast to me, an embodiment brimmed with each quality I’m nothing of.” And Marc relates to this. It’s the similarities that you share that fortuitously build a bond between you such as your desperation to completely rinse off the crimson blood staining your pair of hands, the threats faced and the sacrifices you must make for the sake of your loved ones. Perhaps it’s erroneous of him, but he understands your suffering like no other and he tends to show you empathy and sympathy, just as how you do for him. Looking at you felt like looking at a mirror that reflected him himself, instead of his distinct alter. The only dissimilarity separating your identities was the roles you both portrayed in this world, either as a protagonist or antagonist of this story. Nevertheless, you were both entangled in a contract or deal you’ve made with the devils, transforming yourselves into puppets with strings you could never cut off for eternity. It’s the same question you’d ask yourselves afore shutting your eyelids and allowing your mind to obtain rest: when? When is this seemingly perpetual profession and burdening responsibilities ever going to cease, returning you your respective freedom which you both deserve?

”He showed me what it’s like to be loved and appreciated, how it’s like to wander under broad daylight without any sense of guilt, to pass my days in tranquil without being haunted by this feeling of-” “-worthlessness,” he finished your sentence for you, seeing that you couldn’t find the precise phrase for it through your puckered brows. It’s this weariness of being forced to follow this path you wished to quit and the unerasable shame that swallows you like a black abyss. And no one would truly understand your side of the story, how you had been left without an alternative option after all of the bloodbaths you’ve engaged in.

”Yeah,” you agreed, your gaze averted to the American who shares a shell with the love of your life, studying his slightest nods of comprehending your unwanted plight. It's never crossed your mind that a man who had once made a laborious effort in depriving you of your life is an alter of your sweet lover, the only person who’s capable of reading you and providing you support in the most appropriate way. The brick walls you’ve both built due to your fear of emotional attachment just collapse miraculously when it comes to each other as if you’d known for a lifetime. No words of elucidation were required, nothing. And it was more than great, not having to put the affliction into letters you're about to vocalise or receive any form of ignorance and judgement towards it. “It’s time for me to wake up from this 'all-too-well’ dream now, isn’t it? Nothing beautiful lasts.”

It prickles his heart to learn your frank request for a break up with his alter whom he treated as his brother. Marc was reminded of the same choice he’d made to shield his wife by vanishing from her life, eradicating each hint that proves the memories they’ve created real. It’s an option you’ve attempted to realise but failed miserably, truth be told. The empathy and adoration you had towards him restrained your intention in abandoning him when he was living at a point of perplexity and despair, utterly aimless in the crowd of people marching towards their goals. Marc Spector on the other hand has always been positive about it being an entirely risk-free and the best choice for both parties until now, when he’s given the opportunity to witness your relationship nearing its end. The snivels of intense sorrow simply above the level of inaudible from his alter echoed in his head, leading him to wonder if Layla had wept for him the moment he disappeared without a word, to doubt if it really was the right decision he’d made.

“He does this all the time…” Marc reached out to take ahold of one of your hands resting on your lap delicately, in hope of showing you something he’d perceive whilst Steven was fronting. He may not have an accurate solution or advice with his relationship being a downright failure, but he knows that he has no desire for you to repeat his mistake, devastating one another regardless of the endearing link shared. He wished you’ll have it differently, that you’ll honour your pledge and stay alongside Steven. You lifted your weight from the pole in instant, hunching over with your elbows pressed against the flesh of your thighs without any sign of protest or discomfort. He extended your loose fist, revealing your palm under the magenta lightning with his rough one cupping the back of it underneath. Perhaps it’s muscle memory, the way he moved the pad of his thumb deftly against the skin of your palm felt like your lover himself. Marc traced his first letter crookedly which was an ‘S’ at a laggard pace and it managed to send you on a visit down memory lane, reminiscing how much Steven admired your calloused hands. He loved comparing hand sizes, frequently playing with your fingers, and asking you to guess the invisible letters or shapes he traces on your palm. It’s an affectionate habit of his that’s somehow soothing and favourable. His thumb carried on with drawing an outline of a V-shaped heart in one go, one that was particularly thinner and smaller. And that’s another distinguishable intricacy of both alters you’ve discerned as Steven’s heart shape was rather disparate. His was rounder drawn with obviously unparallel curves that were typically done twice. It didn’t take you another minute to recognise where this was directed to and which one of Steven’s gestures he was mimicking.

“… and I think it’s more than enough to show that he loves and needs you,” Marc interpreted, all the while ending his imitation with a gentle trace of your initial across your palm lines. ‘S’ hearts ‘y/i’, how could you ever forget that?

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prompts

-  “No, you’re not sleeping alone tonight, not after that.”  / stiles stilinski x reader

-  “You’re the most beautiful human being on earth no matter what and I’m in love with you.” / stiles stilinski x reader

-  “You’re the most beautiful human being on earth no matter what and I am in love with you.” &  “Don’t do that again. Like never again.” / caleb holloway x reader

- “Stop judging me.” & “Open up, I got McDonald’s” / dylan o’brien x reader

imagines

- two ghosts / dylan o’brien x reader

- the one with interview and dylan o’brien hoodie / dylan o’brien x reader

- the good side / dylan o’brien x reader

- born to die / mitch rapp x reader COMING SOON

drabbles

- sober / dylan o’brien x reader

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DUSK TILL DAWN [ TMR REWRITE ]

TEEN WOLF

STILES STILINSKI 

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Brett Talbot

Derek Hale

THE MAZE RUNNER

Minho

Newt

YOU’RE OURS ** ( Thomas x Newt x Reader)

[anxiousstark]

MIATCHEMBER

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Welcome to Miatchember, an entire month feeding you all with Mitch imagines based on Mamma Mia songs! + The respective Teen Wolf chapters.

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Angel Eyes. 💧 🌹

I Have a Dream. 🌹

I’ve Been Waiting For You. 💧 🌹

My Love, My Life. 🌹

One Of Us. 💧

The Name of the Game. 🌹 🍑

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Taglist: @og-baby-ob14 - @siwiecola - @linkpk88​ -

People in bold means I can’t tag them.

[sheerfreesia007]

The Woman Next Door Pt. 3

Title: The Woman Next Door Pt. 3

Fandom: American Assasin

Pairing: Mitch Rapp x Reader

Author: @sheerfreesia007​​

Words: 1,983

Warnings: Cursing, burn injury, mention of firearm

Permanent Tag List: @paintballkid711​, @fioccodineveautunnale​, @phoenixhalliwell​, @synystersilenceinblacknwhite​

Author Notes:  Chapter 3 for the Mitchtober event being hosted by @writingsbychlo​ Well this took a more angsty turn than I had planned, but I like it! Let me know what you guys think! Enjoy!

Gif Credit: Google

He leans against the cool wall of the elevator watching silently as the numbers tick upwards as he passes each floor to get to his. Sighing softly he shuts his eyes for just a moment. This past assignment had been a rough one, it had lasted much longer than any of them had hoped and when he had finally gotten his guy Mitch didn’t feel that familiar sensation of vengeance or justice being served. He was just tired. 

         He was happy to finally be back in a familiar country and the relief he felt as he stepped into the apartment complex just moments before was all consuming. He shifted in his spot against the wall and kicked the black duffel bag, he had packed three weeks ago, on the floor so that it skidded towards the door. Sighing tiredly again he bent down to pick it up as he heard the ding of the elevator reaching his floor.

         The sight of the all too recognizable hallway made his whole body sag with respite. It was so good to be home. Slinging his arm onto his chest so that the hand that held the duffel bag hung back over his shoulder he began to make the trek to his apartment.

         He doesn’t realize it at first but the way his heart races slightly tips him off that he’s been silently tracking where 5H’s door is. He smirks softly as he moves closer to it but the smirk falls quickly from his lips once he sees the apartment wide open and no signs of movement beyond it. Suddenly on alert he sets his duffle bag gently on the floor right at the doorway and his hand slides to the firearm stashed away at his back inside his jeans.

         Easily pulling the firearm from its hiding spot he silently creeps into the apartment. He’s moving down the short hallway that opens up in the open living room and kitchen area. His eyes are darting around the area quickly as he raises his firearm slightly but quickly stashes it back in it’s hiding spot when he sees her. 

         She’s standing at her stove stirring something in a pot that smells delicious and he feels anger suddenly consume him. He frowns deeply and stalks behind her silently wanting to scare her for her carelessness. She should know better than to leave her front door wide open, anybody could come inside. It was like she was inviting them to come inside and hurt her. He’s standing behind her silently seething when he speaks up.

         “You know it’s dangerous to leave your front door open like that.” he says in his familiar raspy tone and his eyes watch as her whole body jerks in surprise and a gasp is torn from her throat. She’s moving quickly to turn and face and suddenly she’s hissing in pain as a patch of skin on her forearm presses up against the hot burner on her stove.

         “Ow! Shit!” she yelps out and instantly Mitch is gently cupping her arm and bringing her over to the sink and running cool water over the angry red skin that’s now on her forearm.

         “Shit I’m so sorry.” Mitch apologizes.

         “Damnit, Rapp. How many times do I have to tell you to wear your bell so I know where you’re at at all times?” she teases softly around a hiss as the water touches her skin. He smirks softly at her jab at him and shakes his head.

         “Where’s your first aid kit?” he asks, ignoring her teasing.

         “In the bathroom under the sink.” she said as she jerks her head to another hallway. He nods and slowly lets go of her arm.

         “Leave that under the water.” he instructed and she nodded her head with a grimace. Quickly he moves from the kitchen to the hallway and finds the bathroom easily, her apartment is a mirror image of his own. Once in there he ignores all the feminine products he spots and grabs the first aid kit before walking out and back to the kitchen.

         She’s still standing at the sink with her arm under the water when he sets the first aid kit on the counter next to her. “I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to scare you that badly. I just wanted to scare you a little so that you don’t leave your front door open anymore.” he apologized again and explained to her. He pulled at the burn cream, some gauze, and a bandage wrap before turning back to her.

         “Well consider me officially scared shitless.” she gripped at him and he ducked his head ashamed. “While I appreciate the concern I could’ve done without the mini heart attack you gave me and the burn.” she teased him and he shook his head at her. He gestured for her to bring her arm over to him and she turned the tap off and moved closer to him. 

         He patted her arm lightly to dry the area before he bent over it and applied the burn cream, then the gauze and finally he began to wrap the bandage around her forearm before securing it with a butterfly clip. “Thank you.” she said softly.

         “You should be yelling at me not thanking me.” he said tiredly. She looked up at him with her eyebrows furrowed at him. “I made you burn yourself trying to scare you.”

         “Mitch, it’s fine. You were more concerned about my well being beforehand and afterwards. I’ll be fine. Besides I was only keeping the door open so I could finish cooking. The apartment heats up too quickly with the door shut, but you’re right I shouldn’t leave it open. Anyone could come waltzing in, I mean you did without me even knowing it.” you said easily and waved your uninjured arm in the air to dismiss his worry.

         “I still feel horrible about all this.” he said softly looking down at your bandaged arm.

         “So then make it up to me.” she suggested as she moved around him and back to the stove. His head jerked up to gaze her at her back as she continued to stir the pot on the stove.

         “How?” he asked and she turned her head to look over her shoulder at him grinning softly.

         “Have dinner with me. I mean you did kinda just up and leave without any notification. Made me look like a jilted ex girlfriend at the last neighborly get together where I held up the wall all by myself. Even Mrs. Norris was delighted when I asked about where you were and she had to explain to me that you normally went on mysterious business trips for weeks on end.” she explained with a shrug of her shoulders. Mitch smirked at her words, she had missed him. The thud of his heart in his chest was back and he could his heart rate begin to kick up quickly. After finding out that you had asked about him and his whereabouts made something warm in the pit of his stomach that had laid dormant for so long inside of him. “I mean I diiiiiid bake you welcome home brownies and bought you a pack of your favorite beer.” she said dragging at the word before she grinned over at him again.

         His eyes darted up to hers and he watched her own widen as he stayed silent standing not far from her. “Oh god! You know what? Forget I ever said anything. I overstepped. I'm so sorry. You don’t have to make it up to me at all. You don’t have to have dinner with me if you don’t want to.” she began to ramble in a slight panic that made Mitch’s chest feel warm.

         He stepped closer to her and cupped both of her elbows in his large hands. Her head jerked up to stare at him and he smirked softly down at her watching as her cheeks bloomed with a red blush.

         “Relax. You didn’t overstep. I’d love to make it up to you by having dinner and desert with you tonight. I mean who could say no to a home cooked meal, baked brownies and welcome home favorite beer?” he said softly as he stared down into her wide worried eyes. The smile that graced her lips at his words made his breath catch in his chest and could feel the happiness radiating off her. “Besides I missed making you all flustered. It’s been a lonely three weeks.” he said with a shrug of his shoulders and she laughed as she shook her head at him.

         “Whatever, Rapp. Last time I ever invite you to have dinner with me.” she snipped out at him and he grinned wickedly down at her watching as her chest expanded as she took in a deep breath. He bent forward to lean in closer to her face still grinning.

         “Oh no, see you’ve just opened up Pandora’s box sweetheart. Once you invite me for dinner I’ll keep expecting it so it’s going to become a regular thing now for us.” he teased softly. Her eyelids fluttered against her eyes as his words hit her ears.

         “Is that so?” she asked challengingly. His grin widened on his face and he nodded at her before winking.

         “You can’t get rid of me now.” he teased and she laughed happily.

         “Who said I wanted to get rid of you?” she teased right back and Mitch couldn’t help but lean that much closer. He had truly missed their banter and easy friendship that was developing between them. If he was being honest she wasn’t the only one who had been missing each other.

         “Oh you’ll want to get rid of me, but you won’t be able to.” he teased softly as he leant in a smidge closer and watched her eyes dart down to his lips. Heat exploded in his chest when he saw her eyes dart down and back up to his own. It would be so easy to close the miniscule gap between them. But suddenly he was pulling back and stepping away a little. “Let me go grab my bag and shut your front door. Don’t want anyone else walking in on you in here.” he said ruefully and she stepped back as well nodding her head. He saw the flash of hurt cross her face but she quickly hid it and turned back to the stove to finish their dinner.

         Mitch berated himself silently as he moved back to her front door. He shouldn’t be playing with her emotions, not like this. It was cruel of him to tease her to the point where she wanted something to happen but he knew he wasn’t ready for it yet. To be honest he wasn’t sure if he was ever going to be ready for something to happen. As he silently got lost in his thoughts he quickly grabbed the duffel bag and set it just inside her door before shutting and locking her front door.

         When he walked back into the kitchen he saw her sliding his plate onto the kitchen island next to an opened bottle of his favorite beer. She smiled warmly up at him as she took her seat next to his. He was worried of there being tension thanks to his actions and inactions but when he sat down he found that there wasn’t any. She had effectively brushed aside her want for something more to make way for their budding friendship to take center stage. And for that he was grateful for her. She made spending the evening eating her delicious food and brownies so effortless that Mitch felt a earning starting to take place in his chest. But he knew he would have to slowly work through that feeling, and maybe hopefully something would come of it.

[jupitermelichios]

So you want to read Marvel comics

A while back I made a post of Marvel & DC comics that would make a good intro into the world of comics, and I thought it was time for an update. So here’s some more short run Marvel comics to try if you’re just getting into comics (or some recs for those of you who already are).

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1. X-Club (2012) - 5 issues. 

I’m always a little wary of recommending Si Spurrier’s Marvel comics to new readers, because no matter what Marvel want him to do he writes in a universe largely divorced from continuity. That said, the Marvel universe in his head is a glorious mess of high camp, melodrama and comedy and I love it. X-Club is one of his best Marvel works, focussing on the scientists who surround the X-Men. Funny, silly and with some great character moments.

Written by Si Spurrier, drawn by Paul Davidson, coloured by Rachelle Rosenburg

Starring: Dr Nemesis, Kavita Rao, Danger, Madison Jeffries

Best for fans of comedy action

2. New Warriors (2014) - 12 issues

This book got cancelled just as it was really finding its feet, but while I would have loved to see more, they did a great job of wrapping up most of their plot threads in time for the issue 12 finale. Like all the best Marvel comics, this is best described as a romp, about superpowered teenagers taking on a villain called the High Evolutionary (whose whole deal is furries). I read it knowing nothing about most of the characters and was rarely confused, despite it being a sequal to previous New Warriors books. A great introduction to one of Marvel’s perennial teen teams.

Written by Christopher Yost, drawn by Marcus To, coloured by David Curiel and Ruth Redmond

Starring: Justice, Speedball, Nova (Sam Alexander), Sun Girl, Scarlet Spider (Kaine), Hummingbird, Haechi, Silhouette, Water Snake, The High Evolutionary, The Celestials

Best for fans of young adult adventure

3. Angela: Asguard’s Assasin (2014) - 6 issues

This is the first in a 3 part series, followed by Angela 1601 and Angela: Queen of Hel, all of which are wonderful. Do you want transwomen? Do you want women of colour? Do you want women loving women while also having space-opera adventure quests? Then you need Angela and her wife Sera, here to bring you the good news of queer comic-book writers. Honestly I can’t tell you how good the Angela series is - you need to go read it for yourself. Plus it’s a veritable who’s who of Asguard, so a great introduction to that part of earth 616

Written by Keiron Gillen & Magueritte Bennet

Starring: Angela (Aldrif), Sera, Malekith the Accursed, Thor, Odin, Freyja, Rocket Raccoon, Groot, Gamora, Star-Lord, Drax the Destroyer, Heidall, Sif, The Warriors Three, Loki

Best for fans of high fantasy lesbians

4. Ultimates (2015) - 12 issues

How high can sci-fi get before it loops back round to being fantasy? This is a book which walks that line - sci-fi so metaphysical it’s almost philosophy, except it’s not because it’s Superheroes in spandex fighting an all powerful being in the universe’s silliest hat.

Written by Al Ewing 

Starring: America Chavez, Spectrum, Blue Marvel, Captain Marvel, Black Panther, Galactus

Best for fans of high sci-fi

5. New Avengers (2015) - 18 issues

If any comic deserved 6 season and a movie it’s this 2015 title. When Science Super-villains A.I.M run out of funds they decide to sell off the organisation. Former New Mutant Sunspot has a massive fortune, a desire to save the world, and a flair for the dramatic. It’s a match made in heaven. (Fans of the book don’t despair, it got a sequel in 2017′s U.S.Avengers).

Written by Al Ewing

Starring: Sunspot, Squirrel Girl, Wiccan, Hulkling, Power Man (Victor Alvarez), White Tiger, Hawkeye (Clint Barton), Songbird, Red Hulk, The Maker, POD, Iron Patriot (Toni Ho), Red Hulk (General Maverick), Canonball

Best for fans of comedy drama

6. Royals (2017) - 12 issues

This is Al Ewing’s third appearance on this list, because he really is just that good a writer. This is the perfect introduction to the Inhumans, who are way more interesting than the TV show would have you believe. This is classic space opera - a warring family of royalty on an epic quest to save their dying race from certain extinction. I didn’t think I liked the Inhumans until I read this book.

Written by Al Ewing

Starring: Medusa, Maximus the Mad, Gorgon, Swain, Flint, Marvel Boy (Noh-Var), Ronan the Accuser

Best for fans of space-opera

7. Mockingbird (2016) - 8 issues

If James Bond were an american woman with superpowers, actual human emotions and a chemistry degree, he’d be Mockingbird. Silly, heartfelt and deeply touching in places, this is one of my favourite short comics. Aided by her current boyfriend and his pet Corgi, SHIELD agent Bobbi Morse solves mysteries, fights bad guys and tries to clear her ex-husband’s name for a murder he really did commit.

Written by Chelsea Cain

Starring: Lance Hunter, Mockingbird

Best for fans of light-hearted spy stories and geeky jokes

8. Iceman (2017) - 11 issues

I’m not going to lie, this comics was hard for me to read in places. Not because it’s bad, but because it’s good. Founding X-Man Iceman was outed as gay against his will in a controversial 2015 story. This comic follows him as he works out what his life looks like as a gay mutant, comes out to his parents, and kisses a boy for the first time. Well written and emotional, plus it’s always nice to see queer writers and artists working with queer characters. Warning that this comic deals with homophobia.

Written by Sina Grace

Starring: Iceman, Shadowcat, Daken, Oya, Hercules, Darkstar, Angel, Amp, Ghost Rider

Best for fans of drama

9. Hercules (2016) - 6 issues

Hercules is a laughing stock in the hero world, better known for his drinking than his heroism (even though he’s 10 months sober). Gilgamesh hasn’t left Herlcules’ couch for a month. But when terrifying new gods emerge in the modern age, the old gods are the only ones who can stop them. Epic in the old sense of the word.

Written by Dan Abnett

Starring: Hercules, Tyresius, Gilgamesh, Ire of the Crua before the Ice

10. Black Bolt (2017) - 12 issues

Black Bolt generated a lot of hype when issue 1 dropped last year, and it’s hardly surprising because this comic is something special. Betrayed by his brother, deposed monarch Black Bolt is locked away in the universe’s highest security prison. Depowered, trapped and tortured, he must rely on the help of his fellow prisoners to escape. If escape is even possible. Best read in tandem with Royals (above). Warning that the later part of this comic deals with past child neglect and emotional abuse.

Written by Saladin Ahmed

Starring: Black Bolt, Lockjaw, Absorbing Man, Metal Master, Blinky, Raava

Best for fans of emotional drama and prison break stories

[justfangstvdto]

Fanfic Recs | January 2018

Despite me being a writer of two fandoms (for now) I enjoy reading stories from several fandoms,  these might variate from month to month, but they might not. We´ll see.

If there is a fic you want me to check out, no matter what fandom go here

If you are on this list and don´t want to be on it (no hard feelings if you do) let me know and I will remove you promptly

** --> contains nsfw content

Without further ado, here are the incredibly talented writers with their stories...

SUPERNATURAL

✩ “Can’t….Won’t…Oops” by @kittenofdoomage  (Crowley x Reader) **

I mean, do I have to say more than hot smut with the King of Hell?? I don´t think so. Go on, treat yourself with this one ;)

✩ “Shy Guy” by @luci-in-trenchcoats (Jensen x Reader)

Shy/midlife crisis Jensen is so adorable I can´t.. Also I really enjoy Jared´s more or less gently push into the right direction. And the fast forward is a lovely ending to a great oneshot! 

✩ “Family Reunion.“ by @supernatural-imagine (John & daughter!reader)

Dropping a bomb like this on a birthday...whew! But this one is so incredibly well written, especially well-paced, and it´s definitly my favorite John fic at the moment! Definitly worth a read.

This months series:

✩ “When you least expect it” by @thing-you-do-with-that-thing (Mechanic!Dean x Reader) **

Like it is stated in the masterlist, this is a rollercoaster of emotions, rangeing from fluff to angst to smut - everything you heart desires. So, buckle up and enjoy the ride! You won´t be dissapointed!

TEEN WOLF

✩ Inside of Me by @christinalibertymikaelson (Peter x Reader )

This one was written by my dear pal Chrissy, who managed to make me like Peter with this awesome two-parter even though Peter isn´t one of my preferred characters. Do yourself a favor and check it out!!

✩ pick me, choose me, love me by @golddaggers (Stiles x Reader)

Pals... this one is so heart-wrenching and heavy on the emotions front, it´s incredible. It gives a lot of inside into the readers mind, which I throughly enjoy and it´s so refreshingly different, I really adore it! Also the first line? Perfection.

✩ Silence by @honeymoonmuke (Stiles x Reader)

This one really captures to bittersweet feeling moving on from your familiar surroundings, and that, I think, is quite hard to do. Also, I absolutely adore the Readers and Stiles´ friendship! That´s how friendship should be!

This months series:

✩ “Wait in Line “ by @helplesslyinlovewithcharacters (Derek x Reader)

I am a sucker or friends turned lovers scenarios, and this is no different!! I love the dynamic between Derek and the reader and the angst thrown in between the fluff. Definitely a must-read!!

MISCELLANEOUS

American Assasin: 

✩ “The Recruit” (series) by @were-cheetah-stiles (Mitch x Reader) **

I love Mitch to bits, so of course I had to include this still on going masterpiece. This series has it all pals. Suspense-packed action and fighting scenes, incredibly hot smut and a badass power couple. What are you waiting for? Give it a read!! 

The 100:

✩ "Drunk and Disorderly” by @theadventures-of (Bellamy x Reader)

I would love to see the characters have a little downtime like described in this fic. What´s better than a little drunk truth or dare, eh? And Bellamy of course, was charming as usual.