#dob oneshot

[laughingwith-bluelips]

I totally forgot that:

1- Changewings can hypnotize people.

2- Hiccup has actually (kind of) trained a changewing in the past.

How. Are. We. Not. Talking. About. This.

I know this doesn't have that much fic potential or anything (except if your a weirdo like me and love the potential of hypnosis in almost every sfw situation). Like??? Phantom made Hiccup kiss Tuffnut and other stupid things just so he could not have the time to train her?? That's so freaking cool.

I need changewings hypnotizing people, I need this to be a chapter of RoB/DoB where the teens are actually suffering because the changewings are causing trouble in Berk WILLINGLY.

[heradion]

Do you guys remember the scene DOB and Hoechlin had suggested about Stiles taking out his anger on Derek and Derek just letting him?

Does anyone have any fic recommendations for something similar ?oneshot or just a fic.

[thr0wnawayy]

Writing Exercise: White Lies and Black Truths

(Stand Alone Oneshot)

Tora Kuro. Better known as the villain, Sombra.

20 accounts of first degree murder, 8 accounts of armed robbery, 7 accounts of extortion and bribery and 2 separate accounts of conspiracy.

'Another Crook without a license, made sense that they'd turn eventually.' Enji thought to himself assuringly.

He was walking down the prison ward of the hospital. Looking for the room containing his latest capture.

He didn't know why she was sent here instead of rotting in prison like the trash she was. All he was told about the judge was that she had a "bad feeling".

Of course it was a woman...

Tora was as crazy as Rei used to be. Only somehow more annoying, given that she actually used her quirk for something that wasn't pathetic. She had to be kept in a specialized chamber to avoid any damages.

As for her quirk, no one knew. That's why he sought her, he wanted to burn her thoroughly but it appears the woman has certain protections.

He opened the door. The room was oddly lit. Sea green lights shone from the walls and it wasn't nearly enough to light up the entire chamber. The floor was tiled like the rest of the ward, sky blue with black etching.

There wasn't much besides that. The room just looked like a more fortified version of a hospital room, complete with a nightstand and heart monitor.

What was most important were the two people in the room. An average looking man in a lab coat and Tora. They seemed to be in the midst of a conversation.

"You're of Japanese-Mexican descent, you are 23 years old and have naturally tanned skin. Is that enough?" The doctor quirks an eyebrow.

She smiles smugly "Venezuelan."

The man grunts in irritation as he seivles in his chair, changing his tune immediately as he notices Endeavor.

"Ahh Endeavor-sama, welcome. Here to question your latest capture."

It wasn't a question.

Tora spoke up from behind. "I'd like to speak to my lawy-"

"Seeing as your the Number Two hero, I can't stop you. But a word of advice be careful, she gets to you." He whispered the last part like a prayer, then left the room.

The door locked from the outside, finally they were alone.

"You know, most Woman wouldn't take so kindly to being left alone with a man such as yourself." Tora commented looking him up and down with an unimpressed gaze.

"What is your quirk?" Enji boomed, earing no time.

"Read the clip board. I ain't your lab rat, puta." The felon hissed.

Enji ripped it from the end of the bed, looking it over.

+++++

Name: Kuro, Tora (AKA: Sombra)

Age: 23, DOB unknown.

Status: Vigilante: Formerly. S Rank Villain: Currently

Quirk: Obscura (unknown properties, seems to use fear to power it. Likely a Emitter-type quirk. Subject to tighter regulations as for all illusionary quirks)

+++++

Enji chuckled dismissively. "Illusions? That's it, no wonder you lost with a quirk like that."

The villainess shrugged. "You're getting tired."

"What?" the Flame "hero" questioned incredulously

"Your bluffing, you have been since you walked into the room. Tú eres poco paseas no me convence, desgraciado.

"Speak proper Japanese, woman." He found himself getting more and more irritated by the second.

She grinned, her eyes narrowing. "Your full of shit."

He grabbed her forearm in his hand, planning to intimidate her.

He readied his quirk to leave a light burn, only to feel it was his hand that was growing hot instead.

Her arm suddenly set ablaze, so much so that even Endeavor has to back away from the heat.

The smell of burning pork fills the room, seeping into the clothes of anyone unfortunate enough to be in the room. Burns littered the soon-to-be prisoner's forearm, completely destroying the sleeve of her jumper.

Why did the smell remind him so much of- "Touya."

"Well, well. Looks like someone's got something on their mind, anything you want ot share with the class Endeavor?" Sombra spoke as placed a hand on her cheek, propping herself up.

...

"That is none of your business." Enji growled.

Sombra tilted her head like a curious puppy. "Oh but I think it is. Just what horrors are you hiding in that manor of yours? One can only dream."

Enji scowled ar her, this was pointless.

"And you'll continue to dream, as you rot in a cell, while I'm at the top" Enji huffed, turning to exit. Only stopped by what Sombra added next.

"Dont talk to me about dreams when your's taste so rotten, Wife beater."

Endeavor aggressively turned to face her, trying to look manic to hide the spiking fear in his eyes.

"My diagnosis is wrong, you know. My quirk isn't limited to only bringing fears to reality. It knows why too." Her gaze held steady as she spoke with certainty.

"Your fear isn't just about Touya. It's the idea that he's still out there, waiting to expose the bodies under your floorboards for what they really are. What you really are."

Tora carried on, her body language becoming more and more pronounced as made her case. That only made Enji more irate.

"SHUT UP!" Enji's flames roared to life, thrashing like an unruly child.

"A fraud."

Enji froze, his rage and flames extinguishing as if he was dumped into freezing water.

Sombra seemed to slump slightly.

"See, the fact that being called a fraud instead of a child abuser or rapist is what stuns you, really shows how twisted you are."

"Don't compare yourself to me" Enji growled half heartedly. Trying desperately to regain his footing.

"Don't compare the blood on my hands, when even your elbows are slick. Sombra glared.

Enji's fist tightend at his side. "That's enough, none of this will matter when I'm at the top."

There was a beat. Suddenly Sombra broke out into laughter, startling Enji more than it should have.

"HAHAHAHAHA!" Her voice seemed to overlap with another's. She tilted her head back as she cackled, almost contorting herself backwards.

"Y-your so god-damn pathetic." She wheezed out between giggles, now clutching her stomach.

"Stop it." Enji warned. Somber looked up still mocking him.

"No wonder they've abandoned you." She guffawed, eyes wide with glee!.

Enji charged in fury. Sombra's black hair shifting to white for a brief moment. Her eyes a discordant grey.

"I SAID SHUT U-"

Then he was out cold.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

He woke up on his backside, crowded by medical staff. Though there was shrill ringing in his head and his vision swimmed, he knew he had to be in Sombra's chamber.

The heart monster screeched as it's cables hung discarded. The bed lay empty. The villain was gone. The tiles felt colder than usual.

They were telling him she escaped, that she seemingly vanished into thin air right before their eyes. But that didn't matter.

Because there, in the corner of his eye he could see Rei. Rope burn taut around her neck, dull yet hateful look in her eyes. Telling him that she knew, she knew what he took from her.

He was Scared.

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[headfullof-ideas]

Mindlessly scrolling through all my WIP’s to see all the ones I’ve somewhat forgotten about/which one I want to work on/procrastinating on the project I’m actually working on, and being faced with all the different flavors of Ant angst I’ve come up with, including, and maybe not limited to because I’m sure there’s some I’ve forgotten, or some I just haven’t come up with yet…

- What Happens Deep in Durae, aka my Vareekla!Ant series where he shapeshifts into an original creature of mine in an original world, and deals with all the body horror, existential crisis’, anxiety, and paranoia that comes with it

- Biological but Adopted!Ant, where Ant gets separated from his family at an early age, lives on the streets, gets ‘adopted’ by his family, and struggles with all the trauma from the streets, and adjusting to a wildly new lifestyle with people he doesn’t even know

- The Subnautica crossover I’ve spent two years working on, on and off, where Ant gets stranded on 4546b, and spends four years trying to survive on his own before he finally reunites with his family again

- Camp Cretaceous crossover where Ant and/or Fontaine go to Camp Cretaceous and deal with all of that, but it’s immediately after dealing with the Monumentials, and going to the camp was meant to be a de-stressing trip, where he and/or Fontaine just get the chance to be kids without worry, only now Ant’s trying to keep all these other kids who’ve never nearly died alive

- A Oneshot called Deep Down that I’ve also been working on, on and off, for a few years now, where Ant thinks about his feelings on the Scepter, how it’s changing him, and how scared and anxious he is about it all

- Another Oneshot that I haven’t touched in three years from Hammerheads point of view, where Ant gets hurt via maybe harpoon by a gang of morally worse pirates while in the Mimic Knight, and is forced to take shelter on the Dark Orca

- One called Runaway!Ant, because he’s on the run after being framed for bringing back these Lemurian assassin monsters that have gone out of control and are rampaging across the earth. He’s been framed for it by Proteus and some other Guardian jerk, who actually woke up the monsters to try and use against Ant after he wouldn’t team up with Proteus and wouldn’t deal with the Monumentials the way the Guardian dude tried to threaten him into doing. Super long explanation short, Ant is forced to run away to protect his family, but after he’s publicly blamed for the now worldwide threat the creatures are, with no way of defending himself against the accusations, he’s not even sure his family wants anything to do with him, or if they believe he really didn’t bring the monsters back

- Another one named Ant Clone Angst in my notes, but the big angst is that Antaeus Nekton died (and not painlessly either), and a handful of months later a kid in a secret lab who looks just like him, with half of his memories, is found by the World Oceans Authorities. But no one, not even the kid himself, knows if he’s just a clone made from Antaeus Nektons missing body, or Ant himself reincarnated. So Ant is having an existential crisis trying to figure out if he can even trust his own memories, not knowing if they’re his or not, and due to the (semi-reasonable, due to watching a kid who looks and acts and sounds like their dead child walking around and breathing) not-so-great reactions to his arrival and existence from the Nektons, Ant doesn’t think the people his memories tell him are his loving family even want anything to do with him. He also remembers dying

- The HTTYD crossover I’ve built but also tweaked, where Ant takes Hiccups place plot wise (I love Hiccup, but he doesn’t exist here) but at the end of the movie, him and the other riders (Snotlout, Fishlegs, the twins, and an OC I’ve only introduced on my Ao3 account) don’t go back to Berk and are living in exile, where they proceed to speedrun the entirety of RoB, DoB, RTTE, and then some over the next few years. Ant deals with racism, not thinking his family he’s never met (due to separation at birth trope) wants him, semi-mutism under pressure, horrific loss of left leg, touch starvation and slight aversion, and having half the Archipelago and then some after his and these other kids heads. World building wise, this story has been so much fun, but boy do I put Ant through the ringer in it (this is the one I’m currently working on)

- Aaand the one with the Winter Soldier that started as a crack conversation with my brother that got way too out of hand. Ant is (somewhat) like the Winter Soldier from marvel (ala sleeper agent activation code and assassin) but gets rescued (whacked upside the head) and is now struggling to live on the Aronnax and stop being a murderous little bean

- Ant is raised by the Guardians, but not like the one I’ve seen floating around on Ao3. Ant gets kidnapped almost immediately after he’s born to be raised by the Guardians, where Alpheus already is due to his dad and history with Guardians in Canon. But because the Guardians believe that Alpheus is the Chosen One, Ant is only there as a ‘backup’ in case things go south, being raised as a future Guardian. Ant is miserable, and manages to track down his biological family once he realizes he was taken and not given up like Alpheus was. Ant skips town to get back to the Nektons, and tries really hard to fit in. He gets really upset when Nereus shows up, and now has to deal with the Guardians and a furious Alpheus finding out he’s been ‘replaced’ by Ant when it’s revealed Ant is the Chosen One, not him

I’m sure there’s more than these. I’m sure there will be more to come to me in the middle of the night or while watching some new movie or something. But looking through them all, and then thinking back on the repost thread I had with @bluefrogbubbles about the Ant Angst I’ve written, i just thought…Tumblr might love this

[rottmntsimp]

I NEED YOUR HELP :]

So while I'm writing this oneshot, I'm also working on my OC's!!

I will post some art of them soon, but anyway, I need name ideas for one of them

Things about her:

Donnie's clone daughter

(She/Xe)

INFP

"DOB": October 13, 2033 (Donnie's like 26 when this happens so)

Was supposed to be AMAB but is AFAB due to a mishap

Books over TV for daaaaaaaaaaaaaaays <3

Introverted, and takes after xer father's sarcastic personality, but is actually hella sweet to her friends and family

Really into reading and writing! Actually has a book in the works :D

Whenever she wears clothes, xe tend to wear knitted sweaters!

Fav color: Tie between hunter green (#3F704D) and Sacramento green (#043927)

Tell me if you have any name ideas!!

I have a drawing of her in the works so keep an eye pealed lmao

--

ik its not the fic but i just need ideas 😭

@sleepytime-fics @lemme-be-cringe-damnit @hamthepan @ray-of-midnight-storm

[lilliths-httyd-blog]

VLAU timeline looks something like this:

The events of Viggo's nightmare in Viggo's Nightmares Ch2 but not a nightmare like this actually happened type of deal

Movie 1

LotBK

GotNF

RoB

DoB

Ingrid of Berk

DotDR

RttE

Some time during RttE we get Viggo's Nightmares Ch2

Viggo Lives AU

During VLAU Ch12: Berk - Part Two is my oneshot How come everything I love keeps getting ripped away from me?

Some time within the VLAU (no set time, just up to interpretation tbh) is a oneshot (without a working title at present) where I tie up some loose ends off-screen

[thekqipond]

TAG LIBRARY

main acc. : @kquil ; masterlist | nsfw acc. : @kqote ; masterlist

NISHIKIGOI : CHARACTERS

KOHAKU : JAMES POTTER HI SHOWA : SIRIUS BLACK SHOWA SANSHOKU : REMUS LUPIN KUMONRYU : REGULUS BLACK CHAGOI : PETER PETTIGREW

FLORA : CONTENT

WATER HYACINTH : ONESHOTS WATER POPPY : TIMESTAMPS LOTUS : SERIES

SERIES

HEROES IN TATTOOS | HIT (POLY!MARAUDERS) DIVORCING ORION BLACK | DOB (MARAUDERS FIX-IT-FIC)

MARAUDERS X STUDIO GHIBLI MINI SERIES

JAMES POTTER : SHIPS IN THE SKY SIRIUS BLACK : THE SCARECROW CURSE REMUS LUPIN : STOLEN AWAY

MARAUDERS X FAIRY TALE MINI SERIES

JAMES POTTER : KNIGHT IN THE GLASS SLIPPERS SIRIUS BLACK : RED HOODS REMUS LUPIN : APOTHECARY AND THE WOLF

[a-casual-egg]

I dont know why but I keep thinking Dob either needs or has his appendix removed

[perlocutionary]

Morning Glory, pt. 12 - The Maze Runner - Thomas au

Description: Based off the original story of The Maze Runner, where Y/N has been around a long time and she and Thomas might be the key out of here. I have my own take on this, I have used particular things from the movie/books but a lot I did change for this story!

Relationship: Thomas x Reader - THE MAZE RUNNER

Title: Even if it’s the last thing I do.** Word count:  2160

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6. Part 7. Part 8. Part 9. Part 10. Part 11.

My wet hair sticks to my skin as I trail over to the dining hall, the chatter of men becoming louder and louder with every step I took. Mindlessly, I strut over my Frypan and get my daily stack-up of food, a cookie slid my way with a wink as I nod gracefully as my thank you.

As soon as I see Thomas, I let my platter fall onto the table and wrap my arms around his shoulders, hiding my face in his neck. The chuckle that slips him vibrates against my cheek as his large, veiny hand comes up to trail over my lower arm. “What’s wrong?”

I hum against his skin, pressing my lips to the freshly washed scrub on his jaw. “Nothing. I just need a hug.” My eyes drift closed again as I take another deep breath, my grip around him not once wavering. “Well, then, come sit.” He pats the spot next to him and I reluctantly let go, slipping onto the bench and picking up my fork.

As I gaze up, I finally notice Newt and Minho sitting in front of us, grinning deviously as Newt shakes his head at me, his eyes silently screaming I told you so. A shriek passes my lips when Thomas’ arm winds around my waist and he hauls me against his chest, my legs dangling over his thigh and fitted between his. I grin thankfully in his direction as I shove the first bite of potatoes past my lips, sighing from both food and Thomas’ warm fingers trailing along the small of my back.

“Apparently I had forgotten how horrible you would feel after a day in the Maze. I’m ready to call it a day.” I sigh, pushing my vegetables around on my plate, slowly blinking my eyes, trying my absolute best to keep them open. Thomas’ gentle strokes weren’t helping me stay away – au contraire.

Minho laughs loudly, smacking Newt in the shoulder, who immediately sends his mate a glare. “Look at her, complaining. Try doing it every day.” A scoff leaves my lips as I push my plate away from me, leaning further into Thomas’ embrace. “Well, Min, I did. Remember? Outran you almost every day.”

“Did you really?” Thomas smiles down at me and I hum in return, winking at Newt as we all watch the frown appear on Minho’s brow. Instead of bickering any further, I squeeze Thomas’ thick thigh and unwrap myself from him.

“But I’m turning in for the night. We’ll talk about everything in the morning, alright?” I turn to Minho and Newt, awaiting their answers before disappearing. Two firm nods later, I rest my hands on the table to push myself upright, Thomas immediately following.

“I’m coming with you.” I raise an eyebrow expectantly, doing my hardest to suppress my smirk. “It’s fine if you wanna hang out with them though – I’m just a bit sore.” I rub one of my arms, frowning when the movement prickles my nerves agitatedly. I really wasn’t used to a proper workout anymore now that my job had been with the Medjacks.

“All the more reason for me to join you. Come on.” His fingers intertwine with mine and he pulls me along, the boys hollering behind me and whistling.

“Tommy, what are you doing?” I sigh contentedly, dropping my arms beside my body and slumping my shoulders as Thomas rids me of my shirt. I unbutton my trousers, dropping them to the floor. I unhook my bra and discard it as I stroll over to my bed, hearing Thomas’ rustling behind me.

“Relax baby. Let me take care of you.” Thomas sighs against my neck, pressing his lips against my neck, teeth grazing against the skin. A blissful sigh leaves my lips, my body falling limp against his as I let him push me towards my – our – bed.

He crawls in behind me, spooning me as his arm is wrapped around my waist, hand resting on my stomach and drawing small figure eights. A low moan slips from my lips when Thomas sucks on my pulse point, his hand dipping lower and underneath my only article of clothing left, gently cupping over my core.

Another breathless sigh leaves my lips as his longer, slender finger slips over my folds before he dips his fingers in. There is no teasing, its sole purpose being for my relaxation – and I adore him for it. His finger curls inside me, prodding against my G-spot and another moan erupts, louder this time, my ass grinding into Thomas’ still covered pelvis.

“Relax, Y/N. Don’t think about anything. Just focus on me – on what I’m doing. The way your body feels when I touch you. How you make me feel by just moaning and letting me touch you like this.” Thomas groans against the shell of my ear, pressing his erection into my bum and another moan slips, followed by a whimper of his name tumbling from my lips.

I’m already dangling on the edge, and when Thomas’ thumb brushes over my swollen clit, my whole body jerks. The light applied pressure and his continuous pumping drags me to my orgasm, high-pitched, low whimpers leaving my lips. My hips roll against his, my whole body reacting to his touch as he moans against my neck from the friction.

“God damn it, I could just come from you and your moans alone.” Thomas snickers behind me as I stall my movements, his hand slipping from my underwear to rest on my hip. I turn around in his grasp, cupping his jaw and pressing my lips to his, my body completely tense-free and I press my naked chest against his.

“You’re amazing.” I breathe against his lips, trailing my hand down and wasting no time in freeing his erection and wrapping my hand around his thick shaft. His body turns rigid underneath my as I press butterfly kisses against his cheeks, jaw and chin before landing back onto his lips.

He is quick to swipe his tongue along my bottom lip, and I grant him access without a second thought. When my thumb swipes along the tip to collect his precum as lubricant, he pulls his lips from mine. “I won’t last long – I – “

I immediately shut him up by reconnecting our lips, giving his shaft a squeeze and dragging a loud, ragged moan from Thomas. My speed picks up, the flicking off my wrists angled in different directions until his fingernails dig into my bicep and he comes undone, mouth agape, eyes tightly closed and head thrown back. I kiss along his sternum as I pick up his shirt off the floor, wiping my hands and his chest down before chucking it across the room.

His heartbeat is still hammering in his chest as I gently flatter myself against him, his arm thrown around my neck in a tight embrace. “We’ll figure it out. You will figure it out.” Thomas mumbles, pressing his lips to my temple and lingering there as a yawn escapes me involuntarily. “We’ll get out of here. Even if it’s the last thing I do.”

When I wake, the bed beside me is empty. Thomas is probably already getting ready with Minho to run into the Maze. I’m lazily dragging myself out of bed, groaning and moaning as I get dressed. It’s not until Morning Glory pops into my mind I’m excitedly skipping out my door and to the Med Shed.

“What do you do?” I mumble aloud, furrowing my eyebrows as I push my shoulder against the shed door, squeezing my way inside. It’s pitch black, my finger flicking over the light switch, but to no avail. I turn around, looking for a solution and I spot the curtain draped over the small window, something I had never once closed, although it was now.

I yank it open roughly, specks of sunshine immediately coming through and illuminating the small flower in the middle of my desk. “What the – “ I mumble to myself, stepping closer to my desk, looking at the now closed flower. My features hold nothing but pure astonishment when I see the small flower blossom and open, showing its beautiful trumpet shape and its white core.

It takes me a while to put two and two together – and I rub sleep from my eyes as I circle my desk, my gaze never once wavering from the small flower. “Could it be – “. I stick the tip of my tongue past my lips, biting down on it as an involuntarily frown sets onto my brow.

“That’s it! That I didn’t think of that before!” My brain seems to short-circuit as I run to the exit, stopping in my tracks and wandering. With a shake of my head I push through the door, breaking into a full-on run to the Homestead. I’m panting by the time I’m rushing through the door, startling Minho, Thomas and Newt in their tracks.

“Y/N? What’s wrong?” Thomas immediately sounds alarmed as I stare at all of them, still not fully realizing what I’ve discovered. A bright grin breaks onto my lips as I run toward Thomas, throwing my body against his, wrapping my arms around his neck. “It opens!”

I drop my embrace and take a step back, smiling at the three boys in front of me. Their minds don’t have seemed to click yet and Minho shakes his head, eyebrows furrowed as he takes a step closer. “What?”

I blabber my answer before he can finish is one-worded question. “That’s what it does. It opens!” My fingers curl around Thomas’ wrist and I give it a squeeze, making eye contact with him and his eyes seem to twinkle at my happiness. “Y/N, what the fuck are you on about?” Newt chuckles, a confused grin spread. My gaze falls from Thomas to Minho, slowly blinking and focusing on Newt.

“The fucking plant, Newt! It opens and closes along with daylight. That plant is our way out!”

After a Gathering with the Keepers, giving them our much needed received information, it was time to come up with a game plan. Although I was one hundred percent certain that this plant would get us out of the Glade, I wasn’t sure what we’d find behind those doors. What if it was packed with Grievers, waiting for us to unlock the door and pounce.

Maybe there was nothing there – just mere emptiness to diminish any spark of hope we had left. Minho had been running through the Maze for almost three years – and never came up with anything. Why could I presume that this was different – and if so, why did it only just now appear? Where did the flower come from? Did the Creators plant it for us? Was our – predicament over?

Somehow, I couldn’t shake the feeling that whatever we’d find behind those doors in that Dungeon would be something I wasn’t ready to face yet. There were a lot of things running through my mind at lightning speed that could be a possibility – every single one of them worse than the last.

“Stop frowning like that.” My head snaps up at the voice, Thomas strolling into the shed, towel hanging over his shoulder as he approaches me. “Huh?” He circles my desk and disappears behind me as I sit up straight, giggling when I feel his nose being squished against my cheek and a loud smack fills the room. “You look troubled beyond belief. You’ll figure it out, don’t be so hard on yourself.”

I reach my hands behind me, grasping onto the belt loops of Thomas’ pants as I pull him closer to me, my head resting on his toned stomach, gazing up at him.  “I might have come up with a plan, I’m just overgoing any possibilities to make sure I’m not putting anyone in unnecessary danger. Taking precautions, you know?”

His fingertips ghost over my jaw and cheeks and a sigh leaves my lips, my hands reaching up to curl around his wrists and keep him in place. He stills his movements, leaning down so our faces are hovering mere inches from one another before he speaks. “You better hope that I’m involved in this plan, because I’m not letting you go there by yourself.”

Even though a slight smile is grazing his lips, I know he’s dead serious. His eyes bore into mine and I almost squirm underneath his penetrating gaze. I try to lighten the mood, leaning up to press my lips briefly against his. “Aren’t you a protective little shit.”

“As if you don’t like me for it. Now, when does this plan take action?” His large hands land on my shoulders and he starts to knead the tense, soft flesh with his calloused fingertips. A low groan slips me and I dart my tongue out to lick along my bottom lip before I reply. “Tomorrow. When the Doors open.”

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[rememberstilinski]

femme fatale || mitch rapp (smut)

word count: 9,666

warnings: smut, oral (both receiving), unprotected sex, daddy kink, angst, mentions of death, betrayal

author’s note: my first mitch rapp anything really! i hope you guys enjoy this because i’m so genuinely in love with this fic! special thank you to @were-cheetah-stiles who helped me with this and gave me so much support! she’s on vacation right now, so she is unable to read it. anyway, enjoy!

pairing: mitch rapp / reader

masterlist

coming soon

Pulling the chair from underneath the table, Y/N set the last box of ammunition on the wooden surface next to the various handguns spread across the table as she sat down. She pushed her hair back behind her ear and sighed, ejecting the magazine from the gun by pressing the button on the side of the hand grip. She inserted the ammunition into the magazine, filling it back up before reinserting it briskly, hearing a clicking noise, which indicated that the magazine was locked in place.

She continued her actions, awaiting to hear the news on her next assignment from Irene Kennedy who was the director of the Counter-terrorism center at the CIA. Y/N had been recruited four years ago as a potential agent, only being twenty one years old. When Irene heard of the young woman and what happened to her as a teenager, she immediately took an interest.

At the age of thirteen, Y/N had lost the perfect all-American family she was part of. Her mother would stay home and take care of Y/N and her sister, taking them to sports while her husband went to work and came home at six o’clock every weeknight. Then during the weekends, the family would go out and spend the day together. One night, after a Christmas party, the family arrived home late, unknowing of the people hiding throughout their home. As soon as the family got home, the intruders had no hesitation in killing the family. Y/N had been the only survivor because they'd thought she died when her sister did.

When the police arrived the next morning, the scene was messy. Blood was spattered on the walls and the carpets. Drops of the crimson liquid were still rolling down the picture frames when the police arrived. The teenage girl was curled in a ball in the corner, covered in blood, bruises littered across her arms because the grip of the men had been so forceful. She was quiet when the police found her and took her to the station after she'd overheard that the men were a group involved in terrorism.

Not having any other family to stay with, she was thrown into foster care, going through home after home until she turned eighteen. Throughout the years, she'd learned how to fight and protect herself. When she looked at the house she grew up in the day her family was found, she made a promise to herself: never again would she want to a family to suffer the way she watched hers suffer. So she was going to find the men and stop them, no matter how long it took. Being without a family or anyone to love made it easy to stay on the road she set for herself. After all, all she had was time.

The simultaneous ringing and buzzing of the cell phone on the table next to her took her attention from the gun she'd been loading. The contact showing on the screen was Irene so she immediately answered. She held the phone to her ear. “Hello?”

“Y/L/N.” Irene greeted. “Your assignment begins tomorrow morning at your hotel when your partner arrives.”

“Partner?” Y/N furrowed her eyebrows, setting the gun on the table.  “Irene, it's been four years and I've never once had a partner. I work better alone. I don't need some dumbass slowing me down. This assignment is too important to me, you know that.” She gritted through her teeth.

She could hear the director sigh through the phone and practically see that she was pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration. “I know, but trust me on this one. This new recruit is good, Y/N. He's been training for months.”

“Training for months doesn't mean anything.” The woman pulled the phone from her ear and set it on the table before putting it on speaker and finishing loading the guns.

“He's off the charts good. He might be what the department needs to be even better.”

Y/N scoffed. “I'm off the charts good.”

“And when I see how good he is, I think of you. I've only ever seen such focus and skill when I recruited you.”

Chewing her lip, Y/N began to think of just how good he might be. “Fine, but if he screws this up, Irene…” She trailed off.

“He won't. He'll be there at nine am sharp, be ready.” And with that, the line was dead. Y/N looked at her phone as the call screen switched to her wallpaper. She inhaled sharply when she saw the picture. A year and a half later and the picture still broke her heart. It still made her gut twist and her stomach feel like a pit. It felt like a slow, big fat nothing in her chest when she thought of what she did. The grief she felt came in waves. Just when she thought the void in her chest could be filled back up, the familiar sound of their laughs and the smiles they shared came back. And the wound still felt open.

It was said earlier that Y/N had nobody to love and that made her job easier. She didn't have to worry about explaining herself or her motives. For nine years, she was alone. She focused solely on her plan and there was no one who could derail her. That remained true until she met a man. An amazing man who she unexpectedly fell in love with. He was the only person she ever learned to love after what happened to her family.

That man was named Mitch.

Mitch Rapp.

He was the perfect guy. Everything about him was perfect. He may not have had the best life growing up, but neither did Y/N, not that she'd ever told him about what happened to her. In spite of everything, he was amazing. He was always so happy and high on life. He loved her fiercely and endlessly. He was everything she never knew she wanted. She was so set on what she wanted in life because she only wanted revenge. No, she wanted retribution. Revenge is sloppy and wild, whereas retribution is carefully planned and morally right.

Either way, it didn't matter if what she'd been planning for nearly a decade was revenge or retribution. What she did to Mitch was still terrible and unforgivable. Y/N had been with Mitch for three years and she fell in love with him. It didn't take long to happen. It was inevitably going to happen, it just occurred sooner than expected. The worst thing she'd ever done went back to that day at the beach. Somehow it was the worst and best day of her life.

Giggling, Y/N splashed in the water as the tall man with honey eyes followed behind her. She looked out at the distance, seeing the sun water never stopped at a mountain like a lake did. The water just went on and on, far away from where she was. Within hours, she would be far away just like the water. The large smile she wore on her flawless faded away as her heart ached the second she remembered what today was, what she was going to have to do. She was leaving for good and she was going to break her lover’s heart in the process.

Y/N had convinced Mitch to come on this vacation. This was where her tracking had led her. The men who killed her family had grown even more dangerous over the years and they were a big problem with the CIA. She'd been following their tracks and this is where the next big attack they were responsible for would be. The beach her and Mitch were standing on. Just as Y/N had been following the group, they'd been following her. They didn't like how close she was to figuring out their ultimate goal. Now that she was here, they could eliminate the problem. They planned to kill her and finish the job from all those years ago.

Knowing that they were keeping very close tabs on her, Y/N had set up a deal with the CIA. She would leave and fake her death so that these men were off her tail and then she would eventually take the terrorists out for good. The only consequence that came along with her plan was leaving Mitch. She was going to leave him in the worse way possible. Make him think she'd died.

She crossed her arms over her chest and tears pooled in her eyes. Her lungs felt tight and restricted from obtaining oxygen. “You know you look amazing in that swimming suit.” Mitch's husky voice rang through her ears along with the mumbled voices of the people who were around the couple. “I don't think I can't get over it. You, my love, are absolutely stunning.”

“Oh, Mitch. You're such a gentleman.” The smile tugged at her lips as she turned around to see that Mitch was filming her with his cellphone. “You can say it, you know? You can call me sexy. I mean, being called beautiful is really amazing, but sometimes a woman wants to hear more.”

Mitch smirked at his girl, his tongue peeking out to moisten his lips. “Well, you are very sexy. I can't wait to tear that bikini off of you when we get back to the hotel. Mm, the things I'll do to you.” His eyes shamelessly ran up and down her body. She rolled her eyes playfully as Mitch grinned.

“Whatever.” She laughed, turning around so he could see her backside. “Get my better side if you're gonna record me.” She joked.

“I was. Baby, turn back around.” She heard her boyfriend mumble behind her. When she did, he was holding up a green string, a ring tied onto it. A big, shiny ring.

Y/N took a deep breath, looking from Mitch to the ring and then back to Mitch. “Mitch, what are you doing?” He kept the camera on her as he walked over to her slowly.

“I'm not really good with words, so I don't know exactly what to say in most situations. Whenever I'm with you, I don't have to think much about what I want to say, it just kinda comes out. I just say why I feel and it comes out so right. It comes out better when I don't think about it compared to spending days thinking about what I'm going to say.” He smiled, the string with the ring was being held in the air. “So that's what I'm doing right now. I'm just going to come out and say it. Y/N, I met you three years ago and the moment I laid eyes on you, my heart whispered, ‘That's her. She the one,’ but I didn't hear it right away. It was repeated over and over and over again until one day I was watching you dance around the kitchen in your underwear and a t-shirt and my heart screamed that phrase. That day, I realized I want to keep you around for the rest of my life. I want to love you endlessly.”

Y/N smiled at his words, eyes filling with happy tears as she completely forgot why she was on this beach in the first place. “Y/N, I love you so much.” He grinned, walking towards his girlfriend until he was standing right in front of her. Their faces were only inches apart and even though he wasn't touching her, she could feel the familiar warmth that his body radiated. Then he whispered the four words she'd never thought she'd be asked. “Will you marry me?”

“Ask me again?” She cupped his face, smiling up at him.

He looked into her beautiful eyes. “Will you marry me?”

She wasn't sure why, but before she could stop herself, she nodded her head before leaning up to kiss Mitch passionately. Her thumbs rubbed his cheekbones, their tongues sliding over each other as they kissed one another deeply. When she pulled away, he gave her the ring and allowed her to slide it on her finger. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he looked at the camera and gave her a kiss on the cheek, smiling bigger than he ever had before.

“Mitch?” She looked up at him. “You know that I love you, right? That you're my infinity? The only man I could ever love.”

He nodded. “Of course I do. You're my infinity and the only woman I could ever love. Why are you saying this?”

“Because I feel like I don't tell you enough how much you mean to me. I don't tell you enough how much I love you. I just, I want you to know that you're my home. No matter where I am or what happens, you'll always be my home. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” He kissed her lips, all of his love in the single gesture. He pulled away and held her close in a hug after stopping the recording on his phone. She rested her chin on his shoulder as her arms wrapped around his neck. He planted soft pecks on her skin. In that moment, she just wished time would slow down. That it would stop so she could spend the rest of her life with him. She wanted him more than anything.

The memory faded out of her head, scratching like a record player. She closed her eyes and felt a tear fall down her cheek. That was the last time she heard him say those words. It was the last time he kissed her. It'd been a year and a half and she could still feel his lips against hers. She could still feel his arms around her when he found her bloody body. The wounds causing her blood to spill were very minor, but when Mitch checked for her pulse, it was gone. Part of Y/N’s CIA training was learning how to stop her pulse so that's what she did. That's when he realized that his beloved Y/N was gone.

To this day, she could still hear the heartbreaking sobs that the love of her life released. She could hear him asking for her to come back, for her to come back and marry him like she said she would. Her heart shattered into millions of pieces when he said one thing.

“I've lost everyone, I can't lose you, too.”

Those words still haunted her dreams and her everyday life. He still tormented her. His soothing voice, his gentle touch, his loving kisses, his tight embraces, his beautiful eyes. It was all still a part of her. She should've changed the picture of her and Mitch on her lockscreen a long time ago, but it was all she had left of him. She only had the pictures and the memories that inhabited her complex mind. The moment she tries to erase the pictures is the moment she truly loses him and there was no way she was letting that happen.

Biting her lip, Y/N wondered how he was doing in this exact moment. She wondered if he was staring at the television watching an old Mets game, where he was, who he was talking to. She wondered if his appearance changed, if he changed after her death. She just wanted to know what he was doing in that exact moment and if he was missing her as much as she was missing him.

Mitch knocked on the door of Stan Hurley’s office, waiting for permission to enter the room before turning the copper knob and walking in. “You wanted to see me, sir?” He closed the door behind him to see that Stan was sitting at his desk, typing on his laptop.

“I did.” The mentor nodded. He crossed his arms over his chest, trying to figure out a way to say what he wanted to say. “Rapp, why are you here? I know that something shitty happened to you, but why are you here?”

“To gain the skills necessary for killing Mansour, sir.”

Raising an eyebrow, Stan looked at the laptop screen briefly before looking back to his apprentice. “Why do you care about Mansour? There's bigger problems in the world. Worst people that you could have your eye on. Why him?”

Mitch sighed before answering. “I want to avenge Y/N. She was my, my fiancée and he killed her.” He answered the question, but he choked up as he stated what she was to him. The word didn't seem to be an accurate description of what she was to him. In all honesty, she was more than just a fiancée to him. She was best friend, his lover, his soulmate.

She was his person.

Stan sighed. Mitch could've said anything else and it would've been the right answer, but he said the wrong thing. The older man stood up from his seat. “That kind of mentality is what gets men in your shoes killed, Rapp. It's never supposed to be personal for someone like you.”

“Well, it's the reason I'm here. I'm different and it's because of what I want to do. I'm special, sir.” Mitch said.

“Special?” Stan scoffed out a laugh. “You think you're special?” He turned the laptop around so that Mitch could see what's on the screen. His amber eyes trailed down and he immediately inhaled sharply. His bottom lip quivered and his eyes watered. He visibly gulped as he watched the video. It was the part of the video where he asked Y/N to turn around to face him and he began his proposal. He watched her face contort in awe as she listened to him speak to her.

He remembered this moment like it had just happened. He'd gone over the memory so many times. It was why most of his nights were sleepless. Well, that and the fact that his bed was cold and empty. Before Y/N died, he'd slept next to her warm body for almost three years, so it was quite the change for her to be gone.

The video had been playing long enough for her to kiss him. Oh, the things he'd do to feel her luscious, pink lips against his again. He would bend and break for the opportunity to hold her again and keep her safe because he could do that now.

Mitch looked up from the screen and scowled at his tutor. “Never, ever let it get personal.” Stan instructed him.

Before Mitch could tell Stan off about what he'd just been told, he felt his phone ring in his pocket. The annoying rings were his savior. If he'd said what he wanted to say, there was a for sure chance to be kicked off the Farm. Mitch saw the contact was Irene and he answered right away, wiping away his tears.

He cleared his throat before speaking. “Ms. Kennedy?”

“Mitch, would you say you’re ready for a mission?” The woman on the phone asked.

Mitch furrowed his eyebrows. “Wait, what? Ms. Kennedy, I'm honored, but would Mr. Hurley be okay with that?”

“I've already spoken with him. He was reluctant, but I convinced him that you could do this assignment.” Irene said. Mitch looked to Stan, silently asking if what she'd told him what serious. Stan only nodded in response. “Although, you will have a partner.”

“Uh, okay. What should I know about both my partner and the mission?” He asked, rubbing the back of his neck anxiously.

“For starters, you should she's a woman. She is known internationally as ‘Femme Fatale’ because of her seductive and alluring ways. When she's undercover, she plays the innocent temptress, but as soon as she’s given instruction, she becomes fatal. Lethal. She's one of our best agents. She's our youngest female agent, but she's spectacular. If you can learn from someone other than Hurley, it's her.”

As Mitch listened to the qualities of his partner, he was thoroughly impressed. He raised his eyebrows and nodded. “Wow, okay. What about the mission? What do we have to do?”

“Actually, Mitch. This is an amazing opportunity for you.” Irene told him. “This is Mansour and his men. Femme Fatale has been tracking them down for years and she knows them better than anyone else in the CIA. You two will be posing as a married couple in the firearm business. Mansour is looking to buy and he is hosting a party to see who can impress him the most. We will provide high-end firearms that he will for sure be interested in buying and that will be your opportunity to take the group out. So what do you say, are you in?”

Nodding, Mitch accepted, but then remembered Irene couldn't see him. “Of course. When do I leave?”

“Early tomorrow morning. Your partner is already at the hotel where you two will be staying, she's expecting you tomorrow morning at nine am.”

“Thank you, Ms. Kennedy.”

“You're welcome, Mitch.”

Mitch perked up, having a question. “Wait, what is her-” Before he could ask his question, she hung up. “name.” He sighed before turning off the phone and shoving it into his pocket.

He looked to Stan. “Well, you better start packing. You have an early day tomorrow.” The older man gestured towards the door. “You're dismissed.”

“Thank you, sir.” Mitch nodded and walked towards the door.

“Rapp?” Stan called his apprentice’s name. Mitch turned, raising an eyebrow in response. “Remember what I said. Don't ever let it get personal. Especially not with this mission, you could get yourself killed.”

Mitch licked his lips. “Yes, sir.” His eyes moved to the laptop screen, Y/N’s picture frozen. Her lips were puckered as she blew him a kiss. He sighed and walked out the door, going to pack his things.

It was close to eight am and Y/N had already been up for a couple hours. After showering and making herself coffee, she sat next to the window, using a pair of binoculars to monitor the traffic coming in and out of the warehouse that Mansour and his men were rumored to be staying until the party the next day. The sound of her stomach rumbling in hunger, made her realize she hadn't eaten since lunch yesterday. More often than not, she got distracted by her job and she wouldn't eat until she felt the painful rumbles in her tummy. Even when she was with Mitch, she'd get so busy and he'd make her a sandwich and tell her to eat. Oh, those were the simpler times.

Since her partner would be arriving soon, she just decided to wait and then she could make a breakfast run after he got here so that he could keep watch while she was gone. Y/N took a sip of her coffee before disposing the rest of it in the bathroom sink. The soft padding of footsteps on the floor outside the hotel door made her ears perk up. They were heavy and sounded like a man’s footsteps. Looking at the watch on her wrist, she saw that it was seven fifty. Much too early for her partner to arrive.

In the many years of training she had, she learned various ways to keep herself safe from an unplanned attack, even if it was only potential. She was taught to fend for herself. She grabbed one of the loaded guns out of her duffle bag and walked to the wall behind the door. The sound of someone digging in their pockets sounded from behind the wooden opening, the weapon in her hand. She slowed her breathing and quieted it down so she couldn't possibly be heard.

The alert that the door was opened with a key sounded before the door clicked open and someone stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. Y/N had been right. The person behind the door was a man. She got a brief look at him. Not at his face, but everything else. He was tall and lean, but muscular. He had shaggy brown hair that was a mess on his head. The strap of his duffle bag rested on his shoulder.

Y/N slowly walked up behind him, but the mystery man easily caught on. He quickly dropped the bag onto the ground and threw his arm back to hit the face of whoever was behind him, but his opponent was much more skilled than he was. She grabbed his hand, ignoring the familiar feeling she got when touching him and twisted his arm in a way that would ultimately flip his whole body. She got down and straddled the man and pinned his to the ground.

“You gotta be quicker than that if you want to beat me.” She chuckled, a smile on her face. Her long hair blocked her sight, so she threw her head back, her silky locks moving out of her face and falling around her shoulders. She looked down and the beautiful amber eyes of the man she'd just taken down, they burned into hers.

She recognized those eyes. She could never forget those eyes.

“Mitch.” She mumbled.

“Y/N.” His face paled as if he'd just seen a ghost and his jaw slacked open in shock. The air in his lungs had disappeared. “Y-You're alive.” The woman got off of him, backing up and allowing him to stand up. His whole body trembled as he stared into the eyes of the woman he loved. His nose burning as tears formed in his eyes and threatened to spill. He stepped back a few steps, his body hitting the wall as he looked at her.

To say he was in disbelief would be an understatement. The only word that came close to describing what he felt, was astonished and that was still an understatement. He had to have been dreaming. This had to have all been a dream. She couldn't really be alive. He remembered not feeling a pulse or her heartbeat, not hearing her breathing. He remembered standing at her funeral with a couple friends and his brother because she didn't have any family and her very few friends were originally his friends. He was all alone after she died, but there she was. Standing less than six feet away from him, in person. She was breathing, blinking, moving. She was alive.

As Y/N watched him watch her, she looked at how much he changed. The dark, messy hair she missed running her fingers through when he came from a long day and rested his head in her lap, eventually falling asleep to her soothing voice and soft touches, had grown longer. The scruff on his face made him look mature and kind of intimidating. His arms were bigger, his biceps more defined, his veins were more prominent than before. To anyone else, he looked cold and emotionless, but Y/N knew him so well. She could see that his eyes were lighter in color, meaning that he was either unbelievably happy or unbelievably sad. From the absence of his beautiful, heartwarming smile, she knew it was the ladder.

A few more moments of deafening silence passed before Mitch broke it. “Femme Fatale?” He muttered, voice breaking as the words fell from his mouth. He cleared his throat and shook his head as he wiped the clammy feeling of his hands onto his jeans.

“How do you know about that? How did you find me?” She asked, furrowing her eyebrows. She noticed that he wouldn't look her in the eyes. He looked everywhere else, but her.

Mitch sighed shakily. “I didn’t know you were alive. Y-You’re my partner.”

Y/N crossed her arm over her chest, looking Mitch up and own. She was hoping to find a sign that he was lying to her about knowing she was alive. If he was lying that he didn’t know, that might somehow lessen the blow to him. But there was no signs. He was telling the truth. “I’m your partner. Mitch, are you part of the CIA?” Her eyes widened.

He looked up at her, his jaw clenched and eyes narrowed. “I’m a trainee for the Orion team.” The hostile change in his tone took Y/N back. His words were rolled in venom and wrapped in barbed wire. The way he spoke to her hurt. His whole attitude had changed as he finally looked at her and what she did to him finally completely registered in his brain. He walked past her, towards the window that was being used to keep eyes on the warehouse across the street, his shoulder hitting hers as he did. She slowly turned towards him, watching him grab the binoculars off the table and move the curtain to the side so he could get a better look outside.

“Why are you so early?” She turned towards him.

“I wanted to get to know my partner. Guess I know her better than I thought.” He muttered, raw anger in his voice.

She’d never seen him like this. She’d never seen him cold and angry, especially not towards her. When they were together, he was always happy and he always wore a smile on his face. Even when he was sleeping, a smile would ghost on his lips, but a year and a half later and he was completely different. He changed and she knew that she was the one that did that to him. If he changed for the better or for the worse, she didn’t know.

The hostility continued for the next couple days. In those forty eight hours, he’d only said six words to her. Those were, ‘Where’s the file on Mansour?’ and ‘No,’ the ‘No,’ came to her when she asked him if he wanted a muffin the day he came to the hotel. He may have rejected her, but a few hours later, she saw him eating a leftover chocolate chip muffin after she asked him if he wanted one. She got muffins because that was something they both loved. Her favorite was blueberry while his was chocolate chip.

Y/N watched him the whole time he was there. She watched him write down things on a piece of paper, she’d watch him chew on his bottom lip, she watched him tap his fingers on the table as he sat there and gathered intel. She noticed that he drank bourbon now. Before she left, he didn’t drink much. Sure, he drank the occasional beer, but that was all he drank. He didn’t drink the strong alcohol like whiskey or bourbon. After a few glasses of alcohol had been finished on the third day he was in the hotel, she started to debate whether she would say anything about his new habit. She was curious why he drank so heavily now. She was curious when he developed the liking for it.

His digits wrapped around the glass and brought it to his lips, the amber liquid burning as it rushed down his throat. His tongue peeked out to collect the remnants off his lips as his eyes stayed trained on the warehouse outside. Y/N walked back into the room, having gone down to the cafe downstairs to get sandwiches for the both of them. She walked in just in time to see him open the bottle of bourbon and pour himself a tiny bit of the alcohol.

“I got us sandwiches.” She told him as she closed the door with her heel. Mitch didn’t look at her. It was almost like she wasn’t there. “They’re both turkey and cheese. I asked for tomatoes, too.” She set his sandwich on the table in front of him and walked over to the neatly made bed that Mitch had slept in for the past couple nights. She leaned against the headboard, unwrapping her sandwich.

He nodded, silently thanking her, but went on with ignoring her soon after. She watched him take a drink of his drink as he left the sandwich untouched. “You can eat your sandwich, you know. I know you’re hungry. You haven’t eaten since breakfast yesterday.” She mumbled, taking a bite of her sandwich. For the first time in three days, he looked over his shoulder to glance at her. He sighed and grabbed the sandwich, taking off the wrapping and taking a bite. It was small, but Y/N heard Mitch let out a very low moan of satisfaction. A soft smile found its way onto Y/N’s face as she listened to him. She felt at ease knowing that he was eating because it meant that he was taking care of himself.

Mitch took another sip of his drink. Y/N threw her legs over the side of the bed, planting her feet on the floor. “When did you start drinking bourbon?” She asked, raising an eyebrow even though his back was to her.

He picked up the glass, bringing it to his lips, but speaking before he poured the liquid down his throat. “When bourbon was easier to swallow than the fact that you weren’t coming back.” He muttered, side eyeing her.

Y/N was taken back by answer. It was like a huge punch in the gut. With those words, she felt salty tears burn in her eyes and her chest get heavy. She cleared her throat and sighed shakily, standing up to throw her garbage away and grab a water bottle from the mini fridge in the hotel room.

A couple hours went by and what Mitch had said had been the last thing that was said between the two of them. Traffic at the warehouse got very busy about twenty minutes after Mitch had last spoken, but it quickly died down. Most of the men that went inside the warehouse left within a two minute period of being there. Y/N had been reading some intel that Irene had sent the two when she looked up and saw Mitch was still looking outside, sitting in the same position he was three hours ago. The bottle of bourbon sat next to an empty glass. Mitch finished his drink after he ate and he hadn’t filled it back up since. His face was emotionless and unreadable. He was just plain and boring.

“You don’t smile much anymore, do you?” She walked over to the table he was at, leaning on the chair across from where he was sitting. Mitch just looked at her, asking her if she was serious about her question with just the look on his face. “When was the last time you smiled or laughed?” She tilted her head to the side.

The man in front of her rolled his eyes, fingers scratching his scruff. “Can you stop with the questions? I’m not here to talk to you about life.” He spat.

Y/N stood up, starting to walk away. “He’s cold, too.” She said under her breath, not thinking much of it. Mitch had heard what she said and that was his snapping point.

He scoffed. He spoke up, causing Y/N to turn back around and look at him. Mitch stood up from the chair, the bottoms of the legs on the chair scraping against the floor as he pushed it back. “Cold? I’m cold. You’re the reason I’m like this, Y/N.” He walked towards her. She took a step back with every step he took towards her until her back hit a wall and their faces were only inches away from each other. He put his hands on the wall behind her, trapping her in between his strong arms. “ You’re the reason I’m ‘cold’!” He yelled.

“Mitch, I’m sorry.” She mumbled, looking into his eyes. There it was. All the emotions he’d been keeping bottled up for so long were overflowing. He was more than prepared to say everything he’d been wanting to say since he saw her face for the first time since her ‘death’.

“Sorry?” He chuckled cynically. “You’re sorry? Is that just supposed to help? Is that sorry supposed to help me get past the fact that you made me think you were dead? That you put me in the worst kind of pain a person could be in? Is it supposed to help me get past you leaving me all alone? Is it?!” He slammed his right hand on the wall next to her head, making her jump in surprise at the loud sound next to her ear and his yelling.

She felt his warm breath hit her face and give her goosebumps at their close proximity. Even when he was yelling at her, she found comfort in his presence. She found him beautiful. He would always be her beautiful Mitch, even if he had cuts and bruises on his face. She knew that those injuries were bound to happen in their line of work.

Mitch’s heavy breathing slowed down as he looked into her eyes. They were glossed over with tears and that’s when he realized that he went too far. He took his hands off the wall, taking a step back. “I bet you didn’t even care that I was hurting. You didn’t care if I got hurt in the process of whatever bullshit mission you were on.”

Y/N exasperatedly scoffed. He put his hand on his hip and ran his hand over his face, fingers creating a bigger mess in his already dark, tousled hair. “You can’t really believe that!” She moved her head to look at his face. Mitch looked at her and nodded, saying that he did before looking to his black shoes. “Mitch, I looked for you for months after that day at the beach. I hired private investigators, other CIA agents, I even asked an old colleague in the FBI to look for you. None of them could track you down. You became a recluse.”

“Yeah.” He sniffled, lifting his head to glance at her. “Losing the woman you love will do that you.”

All of their cards were on the table. Everything they’d been wanting to say to each other could now be said. It was almost revealing in a way. It felt as if they were naked and had all their flaws were on display for each other to see. Something as intimate as this was nerve wracking because both of them didn’t quite know how to deal with feelings. Their occupations didn’t focus on emotions, but more on logic and reasoning. They both focused on things that made sense to someone as cold as they both were.

Mitch backed up until the back of his knees hit the edge of bed and he sat down. His elbows rested on his knees as he put his face in his hands. Y/N heard small cries come from him. They were soft and almost inaudible, but she saw how his body shook and it didn’t take much effort to clue in on the fact that he was struggling. He looked up at her and there were teardrops rolling down his face.

“What was I to you, Y/N?” He asked. “Was I just collateral damage?”

She shook her head, walking towards the man she loved, kneeling on the floor in front of him. “Of course not.” Her small hands cupped his face, her thumbs wiping his tears away. “I may not have physically died that day, but leaving you was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do and that’s saying something in our line of work. I died that day. The best parts of me died that day. I don’t think I’ve smiled since.”

“That makes two of us.” He mumbled, leaning into her touch. “Why did you leave me? I could’ve gone with you. We could’ve done all this together.”

Y/N shook her head. “It’s complicated, but sometimes you have to be away from the people you love, Mitch. I couldn’t stay where I was, I had to be away from you. It didn’t make me love you any less. In fact, all that time away from you, made me love you even more. Do you still love me?”

Mitch covered the small hands of hers on his cheeks with her large ones. He leaned his forehead against hers, nudging her nose so he could plant a soft, quick kiss on her lips. “Always.” He whispered against her skin. Mitch grinned and pulled away from her, digging for something in his jeans pocket. He finally grabbed it and pulled it out, holding it in his palm. Y/N looked down at the item he pulled out. It was the engagement ring he’d proposed to her with. It still shined brightly. It was the only things he had left of her, so he made sure that it was always close to him. He grabbed her left hand from his cheek, kissing her knuckles softly before sliding the piece of jewelry onto her finger.

Y/N looked up at him, seeing the smile on his face and feeling her heart skip a beat. She looked into his eyes and saw the look in his eyes. It was pure happiness and love. He used to look at her like that all the time. For the past couple days she hadn’t seen any trace of the emotions, but now that she did, she knew they never left. Those feelings were still there and they would always stay there. The look in his eyes was all she needed.

“If you’ll still have me?” He mumbled, hope laced in his voice.

She smiled and kissed him passionately. All of the love she could ever want to summon in this one kiss. Her tongue ran over the seam of his lips. He moaned at the taste of her and gave her entrance without a fight. This kiss wasn’t one looking for dominance, but more of looking for the simple intimate touch that came along with a kiss like this one. The couple explored each other’s mouth like they’d done many times before. Although, this time was different. It felt stronger in emotion and felt more genuine. The kiss was broken for a brief moment so that they could get some air in their lungs.

Her hand ran up and down his shoulder, her touch making his stomach do somersaults. “Always.” Mitch beamed as he gazed lovingly into her bright eyes. Now that she had him back, the stunning twinkle in her eyes revived itself, the best parts of her coming back to life. He saw it happen right in front of him. He saw her come back to life.

He stood from the bed, pulling her up with him. He cupped her face and dipped his head down to kiss her lips. The kiss started off slow and sensual, but slowly escalated to rough and needy. It’d been so long since either of them had felt any kind of contact and it didn’t take long to get drunk off of it. His fingers stroked her cheekbones, her skin soft underneath his touch. He wrapped his arms around her waist, his hands pushing her shirt up slightly. He could feel the goosebumps shimmer across her skin as he dug his fingers into her lower back. She moaned into his mouth as he grew more aggressive, but in that moment, she wouldn’t have it any other way.

There was a small intake of breath as they parted briefly so that oxygen could fill their lungs once again. Y/N reconnected their lips, licking her way into his mouth. She focused on what he tasted like, bourbon being the only thing she get from him. It was warm and inviting, She could feel herself getting high off of what he tasted like. Mitch could feel himself getting dizzy as he kissed her. Kissing her was like spinning in a circle over and over again. It made him dizzy and threw him off, but it was the best feeling in the world and he would never sick of how she made him feel.

He pulled the hem of her shirt in between his fingertips, lifting the fabric over her head before throwing it on the floor. Mitch was surprised to see that the bra she was wearing a lacy, black, sheer bra. He groaned upon seeing her hard nipples through the material. “I almost forgot how fucking sexy you are.” He mumbled, smoothing up her sides and massaging her perky breasts. “Did you plan this?” His large palms slowly slid down her backside, hoisting her up as her legs wrapped around his waist. He walked her backwards, her back slamming into the wall. His lips caressed the flesh on her neck.

The chuckle that left her throat faded into a moan as he nipped at her collarbone. “No. I just really like this bra.” She mewled.

“That makes two of us.” Mitch hummed in agreement, his lips closing around her nipple. He sucked ferverously, pulling the hardened peak between his teeth occasionally, breathy moans being pulled from the woman he loved. “I can’t even begin to tell you how much I missed you.”

“I missed you, too.” She tangled her fingers in his shaggy hair. “I missed the feeling of you waking me up with kisses on my shoulder in the morning. I missed the love bites I’d find on my skin. I missed your very, very skilled fingers…” She trailed off as his hand came between their bodies. He undid the button and pulled down the zipper, looking into her eyes as he teased her.

He smirked when she bucked her hips, wanting him to continue taking off her clothes until she was bare in front of him. “Go on. What else did you miss about me?” He questioned, tilting his head in curiosity.

She pulled her bottom lip in between her teeth, palming his erect cock. “This.”

Mitch growled, his eyes being completely taken over by lust. He set her back on the ground, pulling her jeans, along with her panties, down her silken legs. He got down on his knees, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses on her hip bones. He looked her in the eyes, grabbing her legs and hooking them over his shoulders. The seductive eye contact only seemed to make all of his actions more intense. He licked up her folds, feeling her shudder beneath him as pleasure crawled underneath her skin. He groaned upon tasting how sweet she was, feeling just how aroused she really was.

The moment he began sucking on her clit, she released a loud moan. The sound bounced off the walls, doing nothing to help the very uncomfortable situation that was confined in his pants. She could feel his smirk against the sensitive skin on her inner thigh. Her head fell back against the wall and her grip returned to the back of his head. Her hold on his locks of hair was tight and nearly painful, but the pure lust that Mitch was in drowned out the pain. His fingers skimmed her flesh before teasing at her soaked entrance. He eased his digit into her, curling up and grazing her g-spot.

Y/N’s fingernails dug into Mitch’s scalp. She was in complete and total ecstasy. Every touch felt heightened because she’d been without any sexual release for so long. With another filling her, her walls began to clench around his fingers. “Mitch, oh, baby. I-I’m… close.” She exhaled, her chest rising and falling as her lungs yearned for air. Mitch picked up the speed of his thrusts. Her arousal ran down his fingers, the lubrication helping him thrust in and out.

As her moans increased, Mitch removed his fingers and slipped his tongue into her pussy. Her bundle of nerves received stimulation from his nose rubbing at it. His tongue swirled in circles, touching every inch of her and collecting every drop of her he could manage to get. By the time he was done, there would be no place inside of her left untouched by him. He groaned against her core and with one last lick of her inner walls, her orgasm approached her, black dots dancing around her vision. Her toes curled into his back, legs tightening around his face. Mitch allowed her to ride out her high, the strokes of his tongue against her never relenting.

Before long, Mitch’s licks to Y/N’s pussy became too much and he had to be pushed away. “M-Mitch. Please, it’s too much.” She panted. Mitch pulled away, setting her down on her shaky legs, but keeping her up with his arms around her waist. He could feel the slight shake of her body as he held her. He kissed up her thighs lovingly, standing up as he did so.

“You taste so good.” He whispered. When they came face to face, his stubble covered chin was still covered with her juices. The sight of his wet chin made her realize that the scruff had been scratching at her thighs as he ate her out like he’d been starved and she was his first meal in a long time, but not only was she his first meal, she was his favorite.

Grabbing his large hand, she brought his fingers up to her mouth, licking them clean of her juices as she maintained eye contact. She could see that he was swimming around in a pool of desire. Mitch watched her suck and wanted her to put her mouth to use somewhere else. Y/N pulled his fingers from her mouth and pushed him back before he could lean in to kiss her. His knees hit the edge of the bed that he’d been sleeping in since his arrival. She strutted over to him, her tits bouncing with each step she took. Mitch watched her with anticipation as she got on the bed and crawled on top of him.

Her digits curled around the hem of his black henley and pulled it over his head. She threw the fabric somewhere in the room, her attention completely focused on his very defined torso. When they were together, Mitch was in very good shape, but he seemed to be in even better condition. His abdomen was more defined along with his v-line. Her eyes raked up and down his torso, fingers reaching out to touch his skin and curl in the patch of hair on his chest.

“I didn't know it was possible for you to turn me on even more.” She mumbled. Mitch chuckled underneath her, his large hands going to her hips. Y/N leaned down to leave wet kisses on his neck. As she trailed her mouth down his chest, she grinded against his dick, feeling him get harder by the second. The fabric of his jeans rubbing against her in the best way. She finally got to the button of his pants and she didn't hesitate to pop it open and pull down the zipper. She pulled his pants off his legs, dropping them on the floor, his boxers following soon after.

Her mouth watered as the pre-cum leaked from the tip. She kitten licked the salty substance, hearing Mitch groan as he watched her. Her lips wrapped around the head, sucking softly as she looked up at him. “God, I missed your mouth so much.” His hips bucked off the mattress, his tip hitting the back of her throat, causing her to gag around him. “Shit, babygirl. You okay?”

She nodded, her right hand playing with his balls as she continued bobbing her head. Her free hand went to his ass, hearing his breathing become heavier. She moaned around him, Mitch grunting at the vibrations that rolled through his body. His hand went to the back of her head, guiding her movements. She took all of him in her mouth, her nose burying in the dark, curly hairs at his base. She used her tongue to massage the pulsing vein on the underside of his cock.

He closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the pillow as he teetered on the edge of his high. She began bobbing quicker, feeling him pulse in her mouth. His fingers scrunched up in the bed sheets, hitting the back of her throats over and over again. With one last whimper, Mitch’s body went rigid, his load spilled onto her tongue, enveloping her taste buds.

He pulled her up, flipping their bodies so she was laying on her back. “Having you back in my arms feels so right.” He mumbled, teeth clashing with hers as he kissed her lustfully. Her hands went to his back, nails digging into his mole scattered skin.

He grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head. “I want you to keep these here, baby. Can you do that for Daddy?”

“Why? I want to touch you.” She whimpered, her lips forming into a pout. Mitch leaned down kissing her nose sweetly.

“I know, but you remember that I like teasing, right? I remember how much you love touching me, it's fun to see you try not to touch me.”

“You have a daddy kink?” Mitch smirked, nodding slowly. “Oh, you kinky shit.” She giggled, moving her hand to go to the back of his neck, but he grabbed her wrist and pushed it back on the bed.

He leaned down and caught her bottom lip between his teeth. “You have no idea. There's so much I could do to you, but I don't have the patience. I want to feel your tight, wet pussy and fuck you into the mattress.”

“Daddy, please. Fuck me, fuck me hard.” She moaned. Mitch growled and grabbed his dick, lining himself up with her entrance. He slammed into her with no warning, the force pushing a scream out of her. “God, Mitch.” She sighed.

“I don't think so, babygirl.” He thrusted into her, setting a bruising pace. With each thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, only to pull out and drive back in. His hand smoothed over her thigh and he lifted slightly, the angle changing the feeling for the both of them. She could feel how he pulsed inside of her, how it was almost difficult for him to keep from cumming right then and there.

Her hands held onto the sheets as he fucked her. It took all she had to not touch him and she knew that Mitch liked to see her yearn for his touch even if they were in together in the closest way possible. “Please, Daddy. I want to touch you so bad.”

“I know. I can see that your knuckles are turning white from your grip.” He chuckled, but when Y/N’s tight walls clenched around him, his chuckle faded out into a groan of pleasure.

“Let me touch you. I know you want me to.” She gasped as he delivered a particularly rough thrust, her hands flying to his back and pulling him closer to her. Her fingernails raked down his back, red scratches left in her wake.

Mitch shuddered, burying his face in her neck. “You're welcome.” He started sucking on her skin, determined to leave her covered in hickeys by the time they were finished. He picked up the speed of his thrusts and the force. His tip hit her g-spot each time, her moans turning into screams and bouncing off the walls. Her walls started clenching around him and he knew that she was close.

“I'm gonna cum, Daddy.” She moaned breathlessly. “You're gonna let me come, right?”

“Of course I am. We both know I'm too selfish. I wanna watch your face when you release. I wanna feel you cum all over my cock. I wanna feel your walls close around me. I want you to feel my cum inside of you.” He panted, his skin sticky with sweat. “So, cum for me, baby.”

With those final words, she sharply inhaled and her back arched off the bed. Her toes curled into the sheets and she wrapped her arms around Mitch’s torso, biting on his shoulder to keep from screaming out. Her vision flooded with black dots as her body trembled underneath him. Mitch stopped thrusting as his own high hit him like a truck. Her clenches became weaker, but it was enough to milk him of all he had.

His body collapsed on top of hers. He rested his head on her chest, her hands going up to his shaggy hair, scratching his scalp gently. They both panted as the hot feeling of the room settled on their skin. He ran his hand up and down her arm, grabbing her left hand and intertwining their fingers. He kissed her knuckles, his thumb smoothing over her skin.

“I still can't believe I have you back. That you're alive and breathing. You're real. You're here in arms.”

“I'm so sorry, Mitch. I'm sorry that I put you through that. I love you so much.” Her eyes filled with tears and Mitch could hear her breath hitch in his fiancée’s throat.

“I love you, too.” He whispered. He looked up at her and shook his head, cupping her cheek. She leaned into his touch, kissing his palm. “You're here now, right?” She nodded. “Just promise me one thing.”

“What?”

“You'll never leave me again. You'll stay with me even after we grow old and die.”

“I promise.” Y/N smiled, craning her neck to peck his lips lovingly. Mitch rolled off of her, grabbing his boxers off the floor and putting them back on.

“Now, get up, Femme Fatale.” He walked over to the table next to the window, grabbing the gun. “We have people to kill.”

[aarcanechaoss]

Nap dreams are fucking WILD man

So yeah my nap was funny- at least to me lol. So I’m gonna make a little oneshot type thingy and add a link in this post while reposting it to @aarcanevillains and these will quite literally just be me messing around with my heroes Touya, Tenko and Quirkless hero Izumi yee

So I guess my dream came as a part of my plans for W.I.T.C.H because it was a bit Multiversal and just for context here are the stars of this show;

Name: Touya Todoroki

Age / DOB: 23, January 18

Height: 176cm (5’9”)

Alias: Phoenix

Status: Hero (Specialty)

Quirk: Blue Flame

Support Gear: Coolants (stored in his uniform to keep his quirk from harming him)

Agency: Unnamed- tied with heroes Necrosis and Jackal

Name: Tenko Shimura

Age / DOB: 20, April 4th

Height: 175cm (5’9”)

Alias: Necrosis

Status: Hero (Limelight, Rescue)

Quirk: Decay, One for All

Support Gear: Gloves (they cover his pinky and ring fingers but are able to retract to use his quirk)

Agency: Unnamed- tied with heroes Phoenix and Jackal

Name: Izumi Midoriya

Age / DOB: 18-19, July 15

Height: 164cm (5’4”)

Alias: Jackal

Status: Hero (Underground)

Quirk: N/A - Quirkless

Support Gear: Knives, Sword, Night vision goggles, Tablet (for Hacking etc), guns

Agency: Unnamed- tied with Heroes Phoenix and Necrosis

These were the main characters of the shenanigans … yes you saw that correctly that says Izumi like many of the gender bent fanfics out there I mean to be fair perfect name for a female Izuku anyway we are getting off topic and for clarification I might try to incorporate this into a W.I.T.C.H chapter later or I’ll just have fun with it

General plot - Phoenix, Necrosis and Jackal are in a meeting with Nedzu, they crossed universes after their version of The Witch “died”. Nedzu just stops and asks them who they are how they got there and for Shigaraki (not Tenko) to move away from his desk. The three of them are confused as shit and tells him their names- he’s both confused and feels like they are familiar so he called Tsukauchi and confirmed they were telling the truth.

Touya finds out he’s dead in this universe but that his brother Shoto (who is dead in theirs) is alive and that Endeavour is still a dick decides he wants to give the old man a heart attack.

Tenko finds out he might be a super villain and successor of the man who in their universe he was trained to fight and defeat… so he is pretty much the opposite of himself.

Izumi however… she doesn’t technically exist unless 16 year old Izuku Midoriya is her but he accepted One for All (which Tenko holds as Necrosis in their universe) … so in this universe he now has a quirk but experienced the same shit she did.

Anyway dream continues eventually they end up speaking with Izuku, All Might, The Todoroki’s (Izumi definitely didn’t threaten to maim this universes Kaachan and that definitely didn’t get some brows raised when Izuku muttered a “maiming might be okay”)

Now I don’t really what happened in the middle so I’ll make something up later lol but Izumi ends up going undercover with the League and it’s wild because she’s such a gremlin and because she’s got a massive crush on Tenko (and a smaller one of Touya) so she’s always off in fairy land when it’s just her and Tomura - and she made gloves for Tenko in their universe so that he could use his quirk as he pleased and gave Tomura a spare pair with a failsafe in them.

I remember he asked her what was up and she straight up said “I don’t think it’s something you want to know…” and got up and left.

She kept her lack of quirk a secret stating that she didn’t trust them to know what her quirk was yet lol

Then it went a little fuzzy again but I did see Kotori and they had a little bitch off lmaoo like Dabi and Tomura had to pull them from the room

Another bit Izumi was sat between the two villains, got a text and goes “oh fuck yeah Koko and Yaya are down the street peace out bitches” (she gets called Mimi and in all fairness while it’s obvious to her that Dabi is Touya and Tomura is Tenko (again obviously) she doesn’t want to say their full names just in case it gets awkward) and both men are like who in the fuck? So sassy little Mimi goes “would you like to escort me to my gentlemanly friends?” Before flipping towards the door lmao

Dabi followed

Again all fuzzy and boom the whole Gigantomachia moment and the doctor and then it got dramatic

Preview -

The doctor moved first, pressing a button while smiling creepily.

“I heard about the paradox… we’ve had people gain new memories, people double up, be the opposite of themselves and I have taken privy learning about the three new heroes who arrived at UA… hmm your body type in about the same.” He grinned and it was like everything fell into slow motion as her left arm got wrenched back the same time she flicked a knife towards the small Nomu resting on the doctors lap.

The knife killed it immediately.

Izumi spun, the League was just watching stunned as the green haired nineteen year old twisted her body and slammed her steel-toed boot into the nomu’s uncovered brain. At least that hadn’t changed between her world and this.

[northerngoshawk]

happy ffwf!!!

is there a particular fic you remember reading that you can point to as a major inspiration for getting you into writing fics? If so! Feel free to link it and gush about it :)

Or if you're more of a writer than a reader, a headcanon/ prompt/ idea that inspired you to furst start writing fics.

Happy ffwf! WHEW, okay, you wanna take a trip with me back to 2018?

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Movie Mode, a Minecraft: Story Mode fic by writer Toni42.

Believe it or not, my first fic was NOT an ATLA fic. It was an MCSM fic, back when I had an obsession over that video game series. (And if you can't tell from my pfp, I'm a bit of a Minecraft fan. Y'know, just a lil).

The concept of it was taking the characters out of the game and watching a "Movie" in which they see events that has yet to happen play out on a screen. And the way it plays out is absolutely amazing, imo. It delves into some really heavy stuff later on, such as self-hatred, murder, child abuse, blackmail, etc. It's very compelling.

Of course, I eventually outgrew my MCSM phase. But I think I will always remember it as the fandom that got me into writing fanfiction in the first place ^^

So what got me writing in the Avatar fandom?

Distorted Reality, by Ogro/Baithin

Well, okay, my good friend Brisalad and her fanfic Tribulation on my own was what got me into the fandom in the first place (the angst in the story is top-notch, and I love me some good ol' angst), but Distorted Reality is what inspired me to write my very first ATLA oneshot, based upon that particular fic, called An Honest Conversation.

The premise of the fic is that Aang from the canon series (relatively speaking, since it's canon-divergent from DoBS) is sent into an alternate universe where the Water Tribes are attacking the world and Aang must save the world alongside two siblings, Zuko and Azula. Now, what I absolutely adore about this fic is that it doesn't regurgitate the exact same events and rehash the same exact episodes. Zuko and Azula, instead of being carbon copies of Sokka and Katara, respectively, still retain their own character traits, and the same can be said for Sokka and Katara. Just about every character encountered in the canon series has their backstory or role reinvented in such a way that it keeps the story fresh while also being familiar at the same time. A balance like that seems hard to pull off, so I will forever applaud Ogro (since that's the pen name I primarily know him by) for pulling it off masterfully.

Again, it's because of this fic that I wrote my very first ATLA fic, and that's how I started writing for the ATLA community! ^^

[duskholland]

Alright, I’m going to start reading your Dylan oneshots, there are only two, so I’m going to quickly knock them out before I get some sleep since I have to be up at 4:30 if my dad doesn’t get my sister up instead. It’s going to be a coupe of days before I get to the others probably because I’m going to be busy all day Friday (today) and Saturday. Hope you have a wonderful day, and a wonderful weekend if I don’t manage to find some time to hop on and send a “hope you have a great weekend” anon! ❤️~♉️

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+ Cuddles with Dylan~This was so effing soft that my heart melted. I absolutely love this little piece. The way it almost felt like a headcannon though it read like a story. I just wanted to fall into the man's arms after reading this fluffy fluffy piece! “Dylan would hold you close. You’d spend so much of your time away from each other that he’d be sure to treasure the moments he had with you.” The way this quote absolutely sent me, though the whole paragraph it belonged to sent me even more because gosh was that just adorable and I want it!! I love this so much!! ❤️~♉️ +

Savour The Moment (Dad!Dylan)~

I didn’t realise how much I wanted this until I read it! This was so fluffy in the beginning, so sweet and adorable as Dylan plays with his daughter gosh the adorableness that came in that moment from the snowball fight to the snowman creation… Too fluffy sweet. “She made him stand there whilst she moved to the other side of the snowman, posing and smiling widely at the camera as Dylan watched her, taken completely by surprise. His daughter was more on top of things than he was, and that was a very scary thought.” I absolutely love this quote because it represents Dylan’s adoration and awe of his daughter, it’s amazing.

Then you hit us with a stiff shot of angst that broke my heart. The lightness of the words, the way they could so easily have been played off, but for him, they were like a shot to the heart that he couldn’t have escaped from if he tried. “Though your tone was light, Dylan still found himself bristling. He swallowed the negative emotions that swam to the front when he heard the words ‘you weren’t even here to see it’ and instead shrugged off his jacket, trying not to despair over missing so much.” I love the way you were able to make it okay in the end, the way you had them talk it out, reminding Dylan that he is raising her just as much as y/n is. That even though he’s not there, doesn’t mean Rosie doesn’t love him. She loves him more than anything. This was such an amazingly adorably soft piece. I am so glad that this is what I’m reading before finally passing out. ❤️❤️~♉️

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cuddles with dylan was my first time attempting a headcannon type thing? honestly reading it back, im not really a fan of it, but im pretty sure i wrote it for a friend who was down, so !! honourable enough, it can stay on the mlist 😂 im happy you liked it!!! savour the moment is one of my favourites for dob/stiles.... i really loved that one. i think about his fake daughter all the time 😂 thank you so much for reading them and sending these in! im so sorry it took me a while to post them, but know i’ve read them several times since you sent them in. i hope you’re doing very very well! i saw you posted your isaac fic, im excited to read it later in the week when i have time to read fic again!!! thank you so much for sharing your thoughts + i hope you have a great new week <3

[raayllum]

contingency plan

for anyone else who suddenly has a lot of free time and needs to fill it, here are the recommendations

rayllum fics:

all about us: adorable modern dancing au @little-red-alchemist-of-doom 43k+, complete.

And If You’re Gone Tomorrow (What Was Ours Still Will Be): 22.5k, modern high school au. rayla is an exchange student who befriends callum.

@jellyjay‘s in anticipation series (shorter drabbles but quantity and quality) 

Peace Is A Journey by @tenspontaneite: 13+ chapters, 176.9k, ongoing. canon divergence of s1 that boils down to katolis and the continent being much larger than it was in canon, and therefore takes a lot more time to cross

Sides of the Moon by @kuno-chan: 21+ chapters, 105.9k, ongoing.

longer list of rayllum fic recs (21+ fics)

other fanfics:

hitchups: a “how to train your dragon” fanfic where hiccup runs away with toothless when he said he would. friendship and mythology follows. 300k+, complete.

the problem with zuko: one of the best “avatar: the last airbender” fics i’ve ever read. lu ten doesn’t die at ba sing se. 26k+ oneshot. 

a call to arms: the year at hogwarts when harry, ron, and hermione were on the run. canon compliant, complete, just under 165k. 

ad initium: percy jackson oneshot, 9k+. thalia never gets turned into a tree.

cartoons:

steven universe: 5+ seasons and a movie, and wrapping up as a series in total in a couple of weeks. fun songs, semi chill filler, nice lore. lesbian space rocks. we all cry. also james baxter did the animation once. 160 episodes (but each are 10 minutes long). 

she ra and the princesses of power: fun and queer until the angst hits. cute animation style with a final season already confirmed. 39 episodes.

tales of arcadia: trollhunters: beautiful animation and created by guillermo del toro, available on netflix. regular teen by day and super hero-esque figure by night. best of tropes and subversions. complete, 52 epsiodes.

tales of arcadia: 3below: adjacent series that focuses on aliens. 26 episodes. amazing textures and neon aesthetics. 

dreamworks’ dragons: a good fun time with plenty of dragons and found family. “race to the edge” is on netflix although it does allude to previous seasons, “riders/defenders of berk.” 78 episodes of rtte, an additional 40 for rob/dob. 

tangled the series: has legit lore and character growth/development. hella good musical numbers. very cute 2D animation style. 57 episodes, complete.

avatar: the last airbender: is on netflix. what more are you waiting for?

tv shows:

the good place: up to three seasons available on netflix. a woman who lived a terrible life on earth finds herself accidentally in heaven, and has to try and ethically earn her spot there. finished, 52 episodes in total, complete. 

brooklyn nine nine: feel good comedy with nice found family and queer rep, 6+ seasons on netflix and still on going. just a good time and the stakes are never usually too high.

one day at a time: a cuban-american family of a single vet mother, questioning daughter elena, her younger brother alex, and their abuelita make their way through the world. generally feel good sitcom, three seasons on netflix, 39 episodes. s4 is just about to drop on pop.tv.

crazy ex girlfriend: high powered lawyer follows her summer love ex boyfriend back to his home town, with musical numbers. complete feminist deconstruction of the term “crazy ex girlfriend” and an amazing discussion of mental health. knows when to be serious, funny, relatable, or all three. incredible queer rep. 62 episodes, complete.

the lizzie bennet diaries: webseries modern au of pride and prejudice, super easy to binge and all for free on youtube. complete.

[eerythingisshaka]

Shakafic Masterlist (Updated 4/23/2020)

Below are links to all of the fics I have published so far.  (*) indicates smut.  And the ellipses (...) are the fics still in progress.

OneShots

T’akia * (T’Challa x Nakia)

King Kil’mawalls *  (Erik Killmonger)

N’Jadaka’s Helpful Hands Part 1 * Part 2 * (Erik Killmonger)

If I Could Do It All Again (Erik Killmonger)

Commencement Day Part 1 *  Part 2 * (Chadwick Boseman)

#SundaySweat * (Winston Duke)

Risky Dreams * (M’Baku)

World’s Best Baba * (M’Baku)

Signs of Rain (Y’lan Noel)

Kings Trip Collab Chapter (T’Challa, M’Baku, Erik)

Santa Can’t Bring Me What I Need* (T’Challa, M’Baku, Erik Christmas fic)

Moronic Jealousy* (M’Baku)

Untitled T’Chakia fic ask (T’Challa x Nakia)

DOB (Erik Killmonger)

PTA (Trevante Rhodes)

On The Clock (Yahya Abdul-Mateen II)

That One Time* (Jason Momoa/Yahya Abdul-Mateen II)

Won’t You Be My Neighbor?* (Jason Momoa)

Wish Granted* (Yahya Abdul-Mateen II)

Quit Playin* (Yahya Abdul-Mateen II)

Ask Box Fic 2 (Okoye)

Ask Box Fic 3  (Nakia/T’Challa)

bUSt...* (Gabe Wilson)

Disney and Diego (Diego Hargreeves)

Going Up?* (Trevante Rhodes)

Walk All Over You (Chris Evans x Reader)

Mr and Mrs. Stevens* (Erik Killmonger)

a mini bulleted fic* (Erik Killmonger)

Multi-Chapter Stories

Some Weeks Are Better Than Others (M’Baku) 

 Part 1* Part 2* Part 3 Part 4 Part 5  Part 6  Part 7 Part 8  Part 9*

Song of Stevens (Erik Killmonger)  

Part 1 Part 2* Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7* Part 8  Part 9 Part 10 

Part 11 ........

The Coffee Prince (T’Challa)

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5*  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  

Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13......

Wakanda Got Y’all (Black Panther x Insecure Mashup)

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5*  Part 6*  Part 7 Part 8.......

Will the Bell Ring? (Erik Killmonger)

Part 1* Part 2*  Part 3 Part 4 Part 5  Part 6.......

Play Though? (M’Baku)

Part 1  Part 2 Part 3.......

Fictober Challenge

Black Panther Fics for 31 days straight? Yes Please!

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Lollipop, lollipop. (Shatt/pediatrician Shiro oneshot)

He rounded the corner on the heels of his sneakers, turning over to the receptionist desk at the entrance to the pediatric ward.

Romelle, an intern, was handing a grape lollipop to a young crying girl, who couldn't be more than five. Her mother was thanking Romelle immensely for being so kind, and Romelle just shrugged it off and lead the girl down the hallway, towards the waiting room for minor check ups.

Nyma just smiled as Shiro spent a few seconds watching the little girl skip along, a little fist wrapped around Romelle's fingers.

“Who knew the great Doctor Shirogane just liked to see little kids happy.” Nyma commented as she handed him a clipboard with a new patient.

“That's the name of my job, Nyma.” Shiro chuckled quietly as he skimmed over the file in front of him, unbuckling it from the clipboard to bring it closer to his face.

“Keith's right, you probably should get glasses.” Nyma pointed out with the click of her mouse as she inputted something into the hospital's files.

“Like I said, I'm not giving these kids anymore excuses to say I'm a hundred years old.” Shiro joked back.

Katie Holt, seven years of age. DOB, guardians, blah blah blah, unimportant things for now.

Ran into a tree while riding her bike down a hill.

Stitches above right eye, recovering from surgery.

Shiro's eyes rescanned the text, just to find out she was recovering from a broken leg, which required a surgery to put a metal plate in to repair the bone.

And at seven years old, Shiro couldn't imagine the kind of pain she must be in.

“Get me one of those weird lollipop things.” Shiro ordered, and Nyma reached into the cabinet under her desk where she kept the prizes, pulling out a rainbow striped lollipop molded into a circular shape.

“Here you go, old man.” Nyma smirked as she handed him the lollipop.

“You better not start calling me old timer. Keith's the only one who can get away with that.” Shiro gave her a knowing look, to which she hid behind her computer.

He left after repeating the room number multiple times over, eyes straining from being awake for nearly 48 hours. He'd gone longer without sleep, but it was still pushing his limits.

When he arrived at the room, it was dimly lit with the gentle light radiating from a blue 3DS and the phone from somebody sitting in the corner near the bed.

“Hey, Katie.” He entered with a fair warning of saying the child's name, to which she dragged her focus from nintendogs to the lollipop Shiro was holding in his artificial hand.

“You gonna give that to me or just stand there?” Katie's caramel brown bangs nearly completely covered her eyes, and Shiro had to question how she saw the little digital golden retriever running around.

Her leg was elevated with a sling, but she didn't seem in pain at all. If anything, she seemed bored.

“Katie!” The other person in the room spoke up, and Shiro's attention was redirected to a man with hair slightly darker than Katie's own, tied into a ponytail that hung over his shoulder.

Shiro's heart stopped.

Thank God the ER was just a few floors down in case he had a heart attack.

“We say please and thank you!” The man scolded, to which Katie stuck her tongue out and blew a raspberry in the man's face.

The man sighed.

“I'm so sorry about her. She's learning manners, I swear I'm trying to teach her. I'm Matt, her brother. I'm technically her guardian after our parents passed.” Matt held out a hand for Shiro to shake, and Shiro greedily took it.

Matt's skin was soft, made Shiro eagerly wonder about his lips-

Fuck Shirogane, be professional!

“N-nice to meet you!” Shiro spit out, and Katie gave an inpatient sigh.

“Matt, stop being gay for one second!” She exclaimed loudly.

Shiro's heart was beating so loudly he was sure Matt could hear it.

Matt's face turned red.

Katie huffed.

“So, am I getting that lollipop or what?”

~~~~~~

“Keith!” Shiro yelled at his roommate two hours later, toeing off his shoes in a rush.

“Uh huh?” Keith's response was muffled, coming from the bathroom, presumably brushing his teeth.

And Shiro told him the story of how Shiro got himself a date with a hot guy, and how a recovering patient got a lollipop for her matchmaking efforts.

Keith agreed with Katie in the end.

Both on wanting a lollipop and needing to stop being gay for one second.