#margarette x reader

[fellow-anime-weeb927]

Request from: @misti-chan

This is an exchange post for the Abyss request I sent her!

-Margarette is a very interesting person, and will always pay attention to certain things or details. So when they first met you, their attention was immediately drawn to you

-due to how much they have thought about you but never got the chance to speak with you since they’re always busy, they could only create music, new melodies that remind them of you! Their only thoughts were about you. Their fingers glided across the piano, playing soothing melodies as they imagine a friendship with you

-when they finally have enough courage and time to speak with you, they quickly walked around to find you. When they did find you, you were chatting with some friends, but they noticed something was wrong deep down. As your friends left, they went up to you with a careful tone in their voice, asking if you needed anything like they assumed. You pretended everything was fine and didn’t wanna trouble them. They asked if you two can be friends, you were a bit shocked, asking them if they really wanted to be friends with you, so simply? Without a reason?? They nodded and asked again, wanting to get to know you more, you accepted. Thus the friendship began.

-as you both hung out more, they were starting to see you as an important someone, they couldn’t think of anything or anyone else because of you! One of your traits that made you stand out was how much you always try to make people feel comfortable. They honestly felt touched at the gesture and thus, falling for you more.

-they denied their feelings at first, very sure that they don’t fall in love or have a crush on you. But they can’t deny how you made their heart flutter and stomach have butterflies. They want more of the feeling, wanting to be closer to you all the time. Of course, they didn’t want to ruin the friendship either, so they kept it to themselves. To the point where they worry about being too late or early to confess so their thoughts are sometimes a mess😅

-as you two continue to be friends, they would look out for you since they noticed some people take advantage of your kindness. They would be silently eyeing at those people as a warning, if they don’t well…Margarette will have to use other methods.

-the friendship would slowly but steadily progress, you both really are caring for each other yet not willing to confess though…so the obvious hints are very noticeable to everyone around except you two. But they eventually confessed their feelings for you and you gladly accepted them! Official couple announcement!~ :D

-they would definitely be protective over you, not letting anything or anyone negative affect your feelings or your entire being! If they ever hear people (especially close ones) talking behind your back, they’ll definitely subtly hint at you or directly tell you. After that, they’ll personally confront those people to stop talking nonsense about you.

-overall, very sweet and caring to you, a bit protective but genuinely cares about you!✨❤️

A/n: I’m alive and I’m worried about school- too much difficult stuff to learn!! T-T (currently having writer’s block, not in the mood to write anythingggg) I think my whole life is a bit messy but I’ll sort things out to continue to write!

[miharuki]

hello again angels

𝕽𝖆𝖞𝖓𝖊 𝕬𝖒𝖊𝖘

(x reader)

Let's imagine something?

You were trying on fake rabbit ears to see how they looked on you, just to see how they would look on you. But then Rayne appeared in the room after long hours of work.

He enters the room only to observe you with rabbit ears, and to make it worse, or better, you were only wearing a dress shirt. You had just taken a shower and wanted to try on the strip.

"Rayne?" The boy just stares at you silently, with his neutral face.

"You okay?" Your words are cut off as you're thrown onto the bed. Let's just say that night you were a great bunny for Rayne. The hours of work helped Rayne a lot to vent his frustration on you, his pretty bunny who obeys him so well, who accepts him so well, so well that the next day you felt soreness; your legs were aching. You promised yourself not to wear the rabbit ears again, putting them away in the drawer.

But it doesn't stay tucked away for long, does it? Who are you to deny a request from Rayne? He only wants to see his precious obedient bunny, after all.

[jals-stuff]

short washing machine headcanons...

How would the Mashle characters react if they found their s/o stuck in the washing machine? + personal ratings (I know, no one asked)

For Mash, Dot, Finn, Lemon, Lance, Rayne, Abel, Abyss, Wirth, Margarette, Carpaccio, Orter, Renatus, Ryoh, Kaldo.

Warnings: SLIGHT spoiler for Margarette? Other than that, none. ratings are purely subjective, please don't bury me alive.

Note: none of this is canon so some charas might be ooc, don’t take it too seriously! Might write for Domina, Meliadoul, Famin and Delisaster one day, idk

MASH...

He’s probably busy eating or making cream puffs when he hears you call for help. It isn’t common for you to do such a thing so he freaks out a little bit at first, but upon finding out the mess you’ve made while trying to empty the washing machine, he just stands there, completely dumbfounded. 

He’s a little dense, so it takes him a minute or two to figure out that you’re actually stuck. He’s never been in this situation before, therefore he’s sweating a little and panicking internally. “T-t-t-t-this is bad. I-I-I have to help them out.” 

Pulling on your legs would be a terrible idea, considering his strength, and he’s just completely clueless on how to get you out. 

Would 100% rip open the washing machine and leave you completely astonished as he does so, then pat your shoulder in a comforting way with a thumbs up. 

Overall very cute, even tried to comfort you after such a “traumatising” ordeal. 8/10.

DOT...

He thinks he’s the main character, we all know it. He’s probably checking himself out in the mirror and saying cool protagonist lines when he hears you call out for help, and suddenly, his main quest has changed!

He walks in on you, stuck head first in the washing machine, and much like Mash, he just looks at you for a bit before taking in the situation. Of course, he’s going to help you, but he needs to gloat about it first, you know it.

“Damn, how could you ever get out of here without my help, huh?” He’d just take on dramatic poses that he assumes are cool (they are not), and try to pull you out by himself. “Can’t be helped, huuuh?”

Despite all his efforts, he doesn’t manage to get you out and he just starts mumbling things about the washing machine being a worthy opponent before actually grabbing his phone and calling someone for help.

Dot is just being Dot, after all, but he’s full of good intentions. 5/10, at least you had a good laugh..? 

FINN...

Finn immediately interrupts his studying when he hears you call out for him, and he’s running like his own life depends on it! “What’s wrong, (Y/N)?!”

Upon seeing you stuck in there head first, he gets into panic mode! It isn’t completely horrible either and it’s just purely annoying to be stuck, but Finn sees it differently. If you called for help, then SURELY you must be terrified or in pain!

He’s going to pace around the room for a minute, wondering “How do I get them out? How do I get them out? How do I get them out?” before deciding that he’s going to take it step by step!

Gently guides you out of the washing machine without too much trouble and doesn’t judge you even once for it! He gives you a big hug afterwards because he’s convinced you were very scared (you weren’t, but he was)!

I physically cannot give Finn anything under 9/10. He is bebe.

LEMON...

She’s probably making a cute keychain for you when you call out for her. She will make you her utmost priority and cheerily trot up to you. “Yeeees~ what is it?”

You’re… stuck. She blushes dramatically and screams out something like “Kyaaah! Just like in those movies! You perv!” But then carefully inspect the position you’re in and how the hell you got stuck in there.

She’s going to try pretty much everything in her power, from pulling you out to switching your position and figuring out a way to painlessly get you out of there…

And eventually get you out! However, be warned: she will give you the side eye with a blush every time she sees you for at least a month and giggle. Who knows what’s going through her head?

Helpful, cute, and funny. 8/10 would recommend.

LANCE...

He’s reading a book when you call for him. He will automatically assume something bad happened (well, technically yes, but.. yeah) and quickly run to the laundry room. “(Y/N), what happened?!”

Looks down on you without you knowing. The display is pretty ridiculous and laughable, but he won’t make a sound. He’s just going to pat your back. “I’ll get you out of here.”

He’s a very smart guy, so he just has to look at the way you’re stuck for a few seconds before figuring out the most efficient way to help you, and it takes him very little time.

Will sigh and shake his head in disapproval, but internally scream when you pout at him for sighing because he thinks you’re adorable. He’s going to look away and clear his throat so you can’t see his blush.

Efficient and definitely nice, he won’t even tease you about it. He did look down on you though, 7/10.

RAYNE...

Where is he anyway? He’s taking his sweet time when you call for him, and when he does finally arrive, you’re met with his usual neutral voice. “Yes, I heard you calling the first time.”

You can’t tell, but when he walks in on you stuck like this, he gives you the look… but again, it’s probably his neutral face. How’d you get stuck in there anyway? You really can’t do anything by yourself, can you?

Much like Lance, he’s extremely smart, so he’s going to pull you out of there very quickly, and he sighs while doing so. How can you be so clumsy? It’s almost as if you did it on purpose.

He’s about to lecture you but notices that you’re very embarrassed and can’t even look him in the eyes, so his expression softens just a little and he decides not to say anything mean and just gives you a comforting pat on the head. “Don’t get stuck again, alright?”

Very thoughtful despite the cold look he gives you, efficient and nice. 8/10.

ABEL...

Abel rarely stays away from you for very long, so he was probably there when it happened and he saw you getting stuck. He also noticed how you couldn’t get out by yourself. “It appears you need some help.”

You’re now aware that he saw you and it’s just fully embarrassing, but he’s part of the clever ones, so you’re pretty sure he will help you out quickly. Or will he? He’s always been a little odd, even around you anyway.

It’s really curious to him, how you managed to get stuck that fast yet you just can’t get out by yourself. Will definitely ask if you did it on purpose while keeping a straight face and blank tone.

Gets you out in a longer time than he should’ve because he was busy trying to understand how you got in there in the first place. He won’t judge you for it, but he will absolutely bring it up around other people like it’s no big deal.

It’s nice that he was already there, did help, but embarrasses you in front of your friends. 6/10

ABYSS...

No matter what he’s doing when you call out for him or where he is, he will Acceleraise his way to you immediately! You are his top 1 priority!

He will however take a second to appreciate the display and chuckle a little bit to himself like “Hah… cute.” before actively looking for a solution because he can literally feel your embarrassment.

“How did you manage to do this?” He mumbles, and makes sure that you aren’t hurt or in any pain first of all. He will 100% reassure you through the whole process!

Abyss is smart and will get you out quickly and without making fun of you. Unlike Abel, he won’t mention it around anyone else, and makes a self note: needs to buy a bigger washing machine so you don’t get stuck again.

Sweet and efficient, very nice and comforting. 10/10, would get stuck again.

WIRTH...

He’s training and trying to improve his capacities when you call out for him. He’s used to you getting into such and such situations, so he just takes his time now. “What is it this time, (Y/N)?”

A bit dumbfounded when he sees the way you’ve managed to get stuck, will crackle up in laughter because as used as he is to see stuff like that with you, it always manages to surprise him.

He’s going to keep giggling as he helps you through, and you just wish you could wipe that smirk off his face but you can’t really do anything and just wait for him to help.

He even hesitates and feels like he should leave you like that, but he doesn’t want you to be upset at him, so he will get you out pretty easily and tease you about it later on. “Aww, c’mon, don’t sulk now~!”

Kind of a jerk, but in a lovable way. You need to find something to tease him back with, 7/10 though.

MARGARETTE...

They’re probably rehearsing or composing another one of these musical masterpieces to play on the piano when their beloved calls out for help. 

They’ll gently chuckle and crouch down next to you. “Oh my! How’d you get in such a situation, dear?” Their arms are a little too bulky to reach out for you from the outside, so they’ll shift into their true form and easily reach for your shoulders so they can pull you out!

Margarette is one of the smart characters and will get you out of the washing machine in no time, very gently and gracefully, making sure you don’t get hurt or anything in the process.

Will give you a hug and gentle pats on the head to comfort you. “There, there~.” They won’t tease you about it nor make fun, but will definitely chuckle a little upon remembering it.

A mother figure, very nice and gentle. Cannot wait to hear the masterpiece they were busy composing, 10/10.

CARPACCIO...

He’s experimenting on lab rats and seems very engrossed with his occupation, so it will take him a little bit of time to hear you calling out for him.

Freezes when he sees you stuck head first inside the washing machine and stares blankly without a word for way longer than necessary. He’s got a little smirk and his lower eyelids rise up in amusement.

“Heh.” is all you can hear before he makes his way towards you and inspects you while he considers leaving you like this for a bit longer because it sure as hell is funny for him. But he knows you’ll be upset and he doesn’t want you to give him the silent treatment.

If he doesn’t find a quick way to get you out, he will stab his way through the washing machine (and give you a good scare as he does that) to free you! Terrifyingly sweet, he’s just staring with a very slight smirk and you know he will tease you about it.

Mean but at least he helped you out. You got scared for your life even though you know he wouldn’t hurt you. 7/10

ORTER...

He’s reading a book and he’s sure as hell he heard you call for him. He will carefully put down his book and look for the source of the muffled cry he just heard.

Despite being quite the jerk around others, Orter is a mature man, and he isn’t going to make any snarky remarks or make fun of you. He will sigh upon seeing you squirm, crouching next to you to check the mess you’ve been making.

“Calm down. If you’ve managed to find a way in, there’s obviously a way out.” Very rational throughout the whole process and effectively gets you out of the washing machine, inspecting you afterwards to make sure you aren’t hurt.

Much like Abyss, he will make a mental note to buy a larger washing machine, and kindly help you back up without teasing you or ever bringing it up around anyone else. If you apologise, he’ll tell you it’s nonsense.

Very logical and calm, efficient and polite. 10/10.

RENATUS...

Sure as hell taking a nice nap when he hears that scream of his name that could wake up the dead. He groans and stands up to lazily make his way to the laundry room.

He whistles when he sees you stuck there and gives a snarky chuckle. “Woah, just for me?” and you can physically feel your face heat up. He’s going to get closer to check the way you’re stuck and…

Whack! He’ll give your butt a playful slap before helping you out and laughing out loud at the ridiculous situation. After all, it’s not everyday that he gets to see his s/o in such an embarrassing state!

He will however stop teasing you if he sees you get uncomfortable and wrap his arms around your waist to comfort you with a softer chuckle. He might tease you later if he ever remembers this happened.

Again, jerk but in a lovable way. You need to give him that spank back tho, 7/10.

RYOH...

Like Abyss, you are his utmost priority and he will immediately drop anything he’s doing (probably admiring his reflection in a mirror) when he hears you call out for him! 

He’ll chuckle when he sees you stuck in there, and you can tell his mind is running! But there is no time for this. If Ryoh's s/o is stuck in the washing machine, he must overcome this trial!

Will get you out in a manly way (whatever that means!) and you’ll even wonder how he did it so easily, that’s how flawless his whole performance is.

He might tease you if you’re comfortable with it, winking at you way too many times and making it pretty obvious what kind of ideas he has. If you aren’t, it’s also fine, he’s just going to cuddle you into forgetting it.

Ryoh is just a W man. There’s nothing else to say, 10/10.

KALDO...

It’s good that you called him, he was about to ruin yet another perfectly fine dish by pouring an ungodly amount of honey on top of it. He will pout in disappointment but come check what’s up.

“(Y/N), dear, are you having fun in there~?” He teases with a chuckle. “Can I join?” But upon hearing your frustrated groan, he will go into thinking mode and consider his options.

His first thought is to use honey to make it easier to pull you out, but he quickly dismisses it. He will, instead, pull on your clothes to avoid hurting your skin when you get out. 

Will get you out, but your clothes are ruined, so he’ll give you his coat so you can cover up and not be too embarrassed. He might bring it up later and pretend he forgot how embarrassing it was for you, but really, he just wants to tease you.

Playful and cute, but he did ruin that shirt you liked a lot. 7/10.

[luxthestrange]

MASHLE Incorrect quotes #1 Abadacadabra!

Imagine with me...Regro Picked two babies...With No marks...The one was Mash human with no magic, You were actually a Sorcerer...it was a big surprise through the years seeing you both surpass what was considered...normal-...that's another story for another time for now...you and Mash school live go like this-

Sorcerer!Y/n*Excitedly coming into class...LATE*Hey guys I just invented a new spell, It goes "Abracadabra"!

Margarette*Knows something interesting always happens with you* Oh cool what does it do?~

Sorcerer!Y/n*Excitedly fiddling with their wand*It makes you question your life- I just used it on Great value Malfoy-I mean Llyod

Outside the classroom

Lloyd: WHY AM I!?!?!

Sorcerer!Y/n:...He's not doing so good...

The classroom:...

Rayne:..

I decided why the hell not-I love this anime (Currently reading the manga)

[vivilaviva]

What gift would he give you on a first date? Just imagine, you fell in love with each other, then confessed, and then agreed on a first date. Headcanon.

Finn Ames.

He would bring a cute and small bouquet of flowers in a basket so that it would be convenient to carry it.

I am sure that there would also be a small surprise package that he would have made with his own hands. There would be butterflies on springs and a custard cake. (It took him and Masha many tries to make exactly the bento cake, not the cream puff)

Rain Ames.

He, like Finn, will bring flowers in a basket, but it will be a little bigger than Finn's.

I think that Rain would like to bake in peace, so the addition to the bouquet was a big and soft rabbit, which you would use as a pillow while you spent time together on your date.

Margarettе Macaron.

Even if he doesn't like sweets, I think he would bring some very nicely decorated candies with caramel and fruit, or cupcakes.

He gave you a composition at the first meeting. This composition would be a solo, just him and his piano, his lbbov to you and beautiful music.

[dabi-drift]

Margarette Macaron x Reader (Mashle: Magic and Muscles):

Margarette is sure that to love you is the human condition. And when they love, they're love incarnate; it's in all that they do and they can never be unwed. Because they were a chrysalis before they met you, and now they're a butterfly. Because now their favourite sound is the beating of a heart in love.

You inspire them, and when they compose for you, it's so intimate. They can feel you in every note.

And sometimes they let you choose the keys, but it's another excuse to have your hands in theirs, to have you on their lap and in their arms.

They're a poet born of love, and every compliment is a quote from Cupid's bible. It's like your love has a script, like you're written for each other, because even if the lovers aren't perfect, the words are.

Sometimes they want to be the maiden, and you're the knight with the strength to make them swoon. You pick the fights and they patch your wounds. You're a power couple, but you make them feel weak - and not just at the knees.

When they watch you fight, they know they want to share their life with you. They can see a thousand futures, but not a one without you.

They thought they'd loved before, but when they met you, they knew they'd been wrong. Because now the love songs make sense, and forever doesn’t seem so long.

The day they fell in love with you, they felt complete, and now they have more thoughts of you than the sky has stars. And even when school separates you, they count the minutes until you'll meet again.

If truth can be found in fables, then your kiss is their elixir of life. With one, they'll never age; with one a day, they'll never die. They kiss your cheeks in public, and your lips in private. They kiss you when they think about how much they love you today, and how much more they'll love you tomorrow.

They swear that no-one's ever been happier in love; or that a love without you is a love that isn't true.

[fandoms-are-my-friends-1321]

Okay, so I really want to write a fanfic for Mashle: Magic and Muscles

Specifically, I want to write one of the following x reader's, but I do not know which idea people would enjoy more. None of the fanfic ideas (or requests if people have them) will involve smut because most of the characters are minors. I prefer to stick with more romantic/platonic ideas, and while I have the main ideas listed below, anyone is welcome to make suggestions! I still have three more episodes left of season two and have not read much of the manga yet, so this should be considered as well. Anyway, here are some ideas:

Margarette Macron x Reader where they either write a love song for the reader on the piano, teach the reader how to play piano, or catch the reader playing music after saying they did not know how to play an instrument

Rayne Ames x Reader where the reader makes Rayne a crochet bunny and he carries it around in his cloak pocket

Mash x Reader where the reader is really good at baking and the sweet smells from the kitchen always lure Mash inside

An x reader (not sure which character yet, but leaning more towards Margarette or one of the Divine Visionaries) where the reader has a curse similar to Eda from The Owl House and the character helps to calm them down

If you have any suggestions or which one of these ideas you would prefer, please feel free to reblog or comment on this post!

[distoontopia]

ignore me, ahaaa... i drew this self insert and this self-ship between me and the most gorgeous warlock i've ever seen in my life. seriously just everything about them is just.. so gorgeous. i love their ambition, i love their magic, i love their talent and skills and just sheer coolness... i look up to them so much. they have so little content, i shake and weep. margarette fans... i'm saluting you... write those headcanons... draw them... give us that content with me... -- awaaa.. read the manga sketch in the last image from right to left, desu

[clean-bubbles-aka-bubbles]

THIS IS SO DAMN CUTE! MY HEART JUST WENT AAAUUUUGH—

TNMN Characters getting comforted by the doorman (you) <3 and them comforting you!!

Context: tbh they just see you as their fav person, and their guardian <33

Roman Stilnsky: If he ever felt like crying, and Lois wasn’t home, he would come over to your office, perhaps after shift, to tell you about his feelings. He would cry into your arms, as you’d slowly pat his back. You’d give him a small, yet platonic kiss on his head, to cheer him up!! <3

He would probably hold you gently if you ever got stressed from your shift. If you ever got hurt by one of those nasty doppelgängers, he’d ask his wife to come over and help you aswell, while running his slender things fingers across your soft hair. He cares about you just as much as he cares about Lois. <3

Lois Stilnsky: Whenever she’d come back extremely sad, she would cry into your shoulder, while muttering sad gibberish to herself. She’d probably even burst out crying during the checkout in the doorman booth. She sometimes easily falls asleep, so she might accidentally fall into a deep sleep in your comfortable grip, as she is a deep sleeper! <3

She would probably bake something for you, perhaps a small treat like a few biscuits and muffins, if you ever felt like you were too stressed. She’d whisper great things about you, and how you are one of the most bravest people, since you kill doppelgängers. She’d happily accept you falling asleep in her arms, as she would lay you somewhere comfortable enough, after a few minutes of your peaceful breaths.. <3

Robertsky Peachman: He would quietly enter your office, sitting down next to you, and then gently hold onto your arm. He feels like that you would get annoyed by his sadness. But once he learnt that you would listen no matter, he began to cry his thoughts to you, while clinging onto your arm tightly, and laying his cheek against your shoulder. He would then give you a kiss peck on your cheek, as he’d become less sad just by your overall presence. <3

He’s always there for you, no matter the situation! If you ever felt like crying, he can already sense it, as he would quickly come up to you, and hug you, making you cry right then and there. He would pat your back, brushing your silky-smooth hair, and holding you close to his chest. Even if he isn’t a good baker, he would bake ANYTHING for you, just to make you feel better… <3

Albertsky Peachman: Same with Robertsky, he would quietly enter, but he would quickly hug you, and burst out crying. He would lay down on your lap, as you stroke his spiky, yet soft hair. He would even cry into your lap aswell!! If he was EXTREMELY stressed, then he would probably enter, hug you, and immediately pass out, his arms tangled in your body, as he rests there gently, on your stomach! <3

You were sad? Too stressed from all those pesky doppelgängers trying to kill you and your residents? Well, Albertsky would always find time to invite you over to his and his brother’s apartment! There, you can make yourself comfortable, as he lays his hands on your shoulder gently, massaging the back of your neck. Just like Robertsky, he would try to bake, though he’s a little better at that!

Angus Ciprianni: Maybe after a long, tiring day at work, he would sometimes enter your office, and lay his head against your shoulder tenderly. You would him a little song, and he would relax to full intent. He would definitely hug into your chest <3

He would rock you back and forth if you ever wanted to cry, you can always cry in his presence, he wouldn’t mind… He would lay you, and himself down somewhere, while keeping your head to his chest gently… <3

Elenois Sverchzt: Immediately after entering your office, she would collapse right onto your lap, hugging your torso so tightly, you probably wouldn’t be able to breathe. She’d rant and rant about her problems, as she hides your face in your hair, as you pat her head gently… <3

And if you ever felt extremely lonely, she would always be there to cheer you up, as she plays with a few strands of your hair. She and her sister would definitely invite you over to their apartment, for a little chat, and perhaps a movie, as you and Elenois snuggle happily… <3

Selenne Sverchzt: Same with Elenois, she’d collapse on you, but instead, on your chest. She’d nuzzle into the crook of your neck occasionally, as she puts her full weight onto you. She falls asleep easily, so once you put your comforting hands around her, she’d be out in a minute, snoring softly.. <3

Same with her sister, she’s always there for you! And she would hum a few, soft melodies into your ear, and share your and her memories together, while hugging all comfortable in her apartment. She would give you a few treats, and a few sweets, she’s hoping you would be back to your happy self again..!

Arnold Schmicht: He would sit against the wall of your office for a bit, before he eventually goes up and hugs you tightly, since he has a little social anxiety.. he cries and cries over again in your neck, as he sniffles hard. You were always there for him, even when his wife wasn’t here.

If you even felt a tiny bit sad, he would force you under a comfy blanket, as he reads you a small story that he had wrote during his job. Rubbing your cheeks slowly, as he brushed away those salty tears of yours, keeping you close to him.. <3

Gloria Schmicht: She’s one hell of crier. Once she cries, she isn’t able to stop, unless you give her a little hug, and a small kiss against her tender skin. She’d let you ruffle her curly hair, as she slowly rests in your arms, like a little bird seeking shelter from rain. You would try and tell her jokes, as she laughs along to them.

She would bake you a few lovely treats, and possibly she would tell you a story that her husband had wrote! She would get all of the residents to write a card, for being ‘the best doorman!’ In the end, she would cuddle and snuggle you, up to the point where you will be too tired…

Izaack Gauss: He would silently just stand at the entrance of the door. When you tell him to come in, he would sit next to you, not so close, but not so far away. But after a minute or so, he would burst out in tears, and hug your side, as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. He’d tell you about all of his problems and fears, but mainly about how scared he is of doppelgängers replacing him.. <3

He would let you lay on his chest, as he brushes his fingers against your scalp, almost like a massage. If you don’t wanna move or anything, he’d force you up, as you lay in his arms, carrying you somewhere more comfortable.. he hopes you are relaxed… <3

Margarette Bubbles: If she was ever feeling down, she would go to your office for a bit of nice advice to cheer her up. You would suggest a few nice games, as she’d join in. She would lay against your chest, as she hugs your head, crying in your loving embrace.. <3

As for you, she would tenderly wrap a soft blanket around you, as she hugs you tightly, allowing you to cry on her hug. She’d wrap her hands around your neck, kissing your head gently every now and then. She would also sing some comforting lullabies into your ear.. <3

Nacha Mikaelys: She would always come crying over to you, even if her daughter was home. She’s a VERY tight hugger, so it will defo be a challenge to get her off of you, as she lays her cheek against your shoulder. You’d rub her back, as she sniffs and sniffles against your warm touch. <3

She would bake a BUNCH of treats for you, laying them down onto the desk. She would let you sit on her lap, as she places her own head into your neck, while petting your head, and holding onto your arm softly. Oh, she’d tell you how amazing you are!!

Anastacha Mikaelys: Even if she ever felt sad, she’d get embarrassed if you saw her so vulnerable. She would come in your office, with a saddened expression, though no tears. She would then sit in your office, as she leans back with a sigh. After a while, she would go sit next to you, as the most she’ll do is just hold your hand carefully.

She would probably be forced to TRY and bake something, and it would actually come at nice! To cheer you up, she’d show you a few things that she’d done at school! In efforts of cheering you up, as she hands you the baked goods she had done with her mother.

Mia Stone: Maybe, she would usually get really tired, especially after teaching a bunch of kids everyday. So if her Fiancé wasn’t home, she’d come over to your office, to maybe a nice, and quick chat, along with advice. In the end, you would end up hugging and cuddling her, nuzzling into her cheek, as she sits on your lap comfortably. One hell of a crier aswell.

Maybe if you were feeling a bit worn out, she would probably come to you, then kinda hold you in her grip tightly, as a reads a nice little book to you!!! <3 Just like you would do to her, she would hug and cuddle you, nuzzling into your hair instead, as she keeps you up against her lap. Oh, the beauty.. <3

Dr W Afton: Even if you can’t really see his eyes, you can definitely tell by his wet, and reddish cheeks. As he makes his way to your office, he would immediately hug you tight as soon as he sees that you are free. Sometimes, his hugs could last half and hour, as you gently caress his hair, and him burrowing his face in your hair aswell. After a bit, he would just resolve to holding hands, if he feels better!!! <3

He would definitely keep you sitting on his lap if you felt down. He would even go as far as to read a few books and stories, in hopes of cheering you up!! Not only that. He would ALSO stroke your hair like a loving father, as he forced you to lay down, either on a comfy pillow, or against his lap, as he gives a nice little kiss onto your cheek, or your nose, and even your forehead!! <3

Francis Mosses: Ah, since he's always so tired, you would easily be able to see if his eyebags had gotten even darker, which meant he got even LESS sleep, and his eyes were red too... he literally jumps into the air, landing in your arms, as he snuggles against your arms like a cat, while crying. You would put on his hat onto your head, a way of trying to cheer him up and making him laugh, which sometimes helps!! Oh. He then passes out in your embrace, snoring so softly... <33

Even if he isn't the best at comforting people, he would always try his best with you! He would try and give you the sweetest, and the most cool milk he has with him, as he pats your back slowly, while whispering things like 'your the best doorman here..' and 'thank you so much for protecting us…' as he lays his chin against your shoulder, or against your fluffy hair, or his hat, on your head... <3

Steven Rudboys: Though he isn't much of a crier, he would definitely show some signs of sadness, like a shaky voice, and trembling hands and feet. He would sit beside you, as he just hugs you from the side, laying his on your shoulder, as he places his glasses onto his head. After a few good minutes, he would turn into full cuddling you, as he snuggles even deeper against that comfortable, warm touch of yours!! <3

He’s do an ambush hug from behind, as well as yelling ‘SURPRISE’!!! He would do anything to cheer up one his best friends, even if that means he has to keep you close to his chest, not letting you go. If he has any toy planes, he would make you play with him, as you later enjoy it!!! <3

Mclooy Rudboys: He’s not much of a crier, so he would enter your office, and then just sit beside you. He’s also a very much of a yapper, so he will talk about all of his problems, no matter if your bored or not, but probably not, cuz your always there for your neighbours!!! <33

And for you, he would also force you into a hug, and just start yapping about random things, and his greatest achievements. He would occasionally give you a pat on the back, as well as a pat on the shoulder, as a sign of total gratitude to you!!

Alf Cappuccin: Now I’m sure that being a lawyer is hard, and who does he choose if Rafttellyn ain’t home? You ofc!!! He would slowly make his way over to you, as he sits next to you, just hugging himself, and crying in his own arms. You are basically forced to hug him and comfort him, but hey, he doesn’t mind. <3

He’s not that good of a comforter, but he WILL try his best to make you feel happy again!!! At most, he’ll just tell you funny stories, and an occasional pat on the back, as well as the pat on the head. He doesn’t want you to feel left out!!! <3

Rafttellyn Cappuccin: Like Alf, all she will do is sit next to you, and just hug herself, placing her handbag right next to your foot. Although this time, you don’t really have to force a hug, as she hugs you after a minute or two. After that long hug, she’ll hold your hand, just crying into the crook of your neck! She can always rely on you, if her husband wasn’t home… <3

And just like Alf again, she’s not that good of a comforter, but she’s a REALLY good yapper, so good that she makes you smile! <3 She’d cuddle up with you for a bit, as she keeps your head close to her warmth, as well as stroking your locks of hair.. <3

Sometimes I don’t post so often, bc dead motivation lol!!! But don’t worry, I’ll still be posting art and fanart, I might also add a few little fanfics!! (I don’t usually write NSFW, I like ones where it ends with the character just comforting you!!! :))

Also some of these are my headcannons

bye guys

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Mashle x Reader Protecting you in Battle

Rayne Ames:

Before Rayne became a Divine Visionary, you were always helping him out

Be it in or out of class, with magic related stuff or anything, you were always there to help him

You are in Orca dorm and spend most of your time researching and creating new spells and potions

Your personal magic allows you to create miniature pocket dimensions where you store things

You mostly fight using Armor and weapons you’ve stored in your pocket dimensions

You had sat by Rayne in class and during your time together you learned about his desire to become a Divine Visionary

You told him that you would support him and help him whenever he needs it since you believed that he could change things for the better

Eventually it came time for the Divine Visionary exam

During the Finals, you and the other finalists were trapped in a giant mansion and had to partake in a battle royal

Inside the mansion were the other finalists but also traps and monsters. The last person standing would win

You had been giving your all throughout the challenge but you were running out of magic. Eventually you came across a monster who had beaten the other finalists

Despite your best efforts, you tried to hold the monster off but you had run out of magic energy. You were certain that you were going to be hurt but then you saw giant swords come out of nowhere and destroy the monster

You looked up to see Rayne standing behind you

You smiled up at him weakly and chuckled

“What’s so funny? I can’t have my future assistant being taken out by a monster”

Lance Crown:

Honestly, this boy probably would have left you on your own if it weren’t for the fact that his little sister loves you

You’ve known him and his sister since you guys were really young

You and your mother worked for the Crown family and you worked as Anna’s caretaker when she was little

She came to see you as a big sister and you grew to love her as your own

You acted as both a maid and bodyguard for Anna despite you being the same age as Lance

When Anna fell sick you were determined to find a cure and help cure Anna

Lance had questioned your loyalty to Anna many times but you ended up kicking his ass and demanding that he help you find a cure instead of wasting time questioning you

You both eventually ended up enrolling into Easton, you wanted to research healing magic while Lance was set on becoming the next Divine Visionary

Your family’s personal magic is mostly healing based and creating force fields which is why your family works for others as maids, caretakers and bodyguards

During the fight against Innocent Zero, you came along as backup to heal the others and help protect them

Despite your best efforts, the enemy began to attack you in hopes of taking out the opposing forces healer

But before you could get hurt, Lance immediately came to your rescue and protected you

“Anna would be upset with me if I didn’t do everything I can to protect you. Now get out of here and find a safe distance to support us from!”

Mash Burnedead:

You and Finn had always been close friends due to the fact that your older siblings were extremely strong and you two weren’t anywhere near their level

Being Margarette Macaron’s younger sibling, you had a lot to live up to

You weren’t anywhere near as strong as them but you were extremely kind and shared a love for music with your older sibling

Despite the differences between you two, you and Magarette were close

Your personal magic allows you to create illusions, and while the illusions may be incredibly powerful, your magic is considered weak and useless

When you met Mash, he thought your magic was amazing and complimented you on it

When you tried to protect Mash from Orter during his trial by making an illusion of mash using magic, Orter attacked you

Mash was furious when he saw that and quickly moved to defend you.

You stood in front of Mash before the Divine Visionaries and told them that magic exists to protect what you love and that if they want to kill Mash then they’ll have to kill you

Mash put his hand on your shoulder and walked in front of you “it’s okay, I can handle this. But thanks”

Abyss Razor:

You were a young maid in the Razor household

You were assigned to Abyss and looked after his needs

When his eye appeared and his parents locked him in a cell, you stayed by his side as often as you could

You would visit with him and bring him toys and books

You’d play games with him and were always kind to him

You both knew that you would be punished severely if you tried to free him. Abyss was just happy to have someone there for him

You brought him his meals and always had a smile on your face. You tell him all about your day while he ate

One day, you brought him food and he saw that there were bruises on your face and you had a split lip. Despite his questions you smiled and told him you had gotten hurt by accident

One day, his mother came down to see him, she entered the cell and began to strangle him

When you saw this, you took out your wand and attacked her. You got between them and that was when Abyss realized where your injuries came from

Seeing his mother attack you, the only person who had been kind to him, he attacked her and defended you

“I promise, so long as you’re by my side I will protect and cherish you, that’s the least I can do to repay your kindness”

Abel Walker:

You met Abel as a child

Back when his mother was alive, sometimes he would go with her when she would feed the poor

That’s where Abel met you

Your magic was incredibly strong but you were born deaf thus your parents had abandoned you since they believed you were weak

Your personal magic is wind based which causes a lot of issues for you since you’re like a walking wind storm

Due to your inability to hear, other kids pick on you and bully you

When Abel found you being picked on he made the bullies leave before taking you to his mother

His mother felt for you and decided to take you back with them and taught you sign language

You and Abel grew very close after the death of his mother and you both became each other’s support

When Abel and you enrolled in Easton, you both created the Magia Lupis and started gathering people for it

Eventually Mash would come and beat Abel

When Cell War showed up to try and kill Abel, you threw yourself between them and fought off Cell War until Mash arrived

In the process both you and Abyss got hurt protecting Abel but Abyss’s injuries were worse

After the fight, Abel approached you and hugged you

“Thank you for always being by my side. I promise I will become someone worthy of your support”

[sirhamburrger]

chapter 1: late empty [rayne ames x f!reader] || wc: 767 || next chapter

applying an acceleration spell to her school-approved loafers, she runs through easton's hallowed halls, black cloak flapping in the wind. she curses headmaster wahlberg and his love for spiral staircases as her legs begin to ache.

at the top of the tower the office doors fly open before she can even knock, and four figures turn to look at her. margarette macaron from orca house stares at her curiously, their lips curving into a slow smile. abel walker and abyss razor of lang house are quite unfazed, and exchange quick glances before turning their attention back to the headmaster.

and rayne ames.

she's seen this same annoyed look on his face a billion times. when people are holding up the lunch queue. when their classmates ask stupid questions in magic history class. and especially when people are late to said class. and she hates it, every time.

still panting from the exertion, she somehow manages to pull herself together, standing at her fellow adler prefect's side. the irritation radiating off rayne is practically palpable. she chooses to ignore that, bowing deeply to the headmaster.

“my deepest apologies, headmaster. a bunch of rowdy sophomores were brawling in the magical medicine corridor, and i got held up breaking the fight up.”

wahlberg only chuckles, much to her relief. “good to see you’re already doing your duties even before the year’s officially begun, prefect. your tardiness is excused.”

“thank you, sir.”

he starts to pace back and forth behind his table, and she groans internally. wahlberg is infamous for his lengthy chats with students - though one might call them half-hour-long soliloquies, more accurately. “i’ll keep this short,” he says, and she finds she doesn’t believe him one bit.

“we have a very important matter at hand this year, hence why i appointed an extra prefect for some houses…” his voice trails off as margarette raises their hand. “yes, prefect macaron?”

“forgive my bluntness, but why not for orca?”

“hmm.” wahlberg is temporarily stunned at the unexpected boldness of the question. “i suppose no other third-year in house orca was fit to serve in this role.”

she tries to hide her smirk, and the corners of abel’s mouth seem to twitch ever so slightly. margarette seems sufficiently satisfied with his answer, nodding serenely.

“prefect ames, you would have already been informed of this, but the bureau of magic has reason to believe that the magical world will soon be in danger. perhaps we already are.” 

he says it calmly but earnestly, and to hear these words from one of the greatest mages that ever lived is more than enough to send shivers down her spine. 

“at present we are safe enough, but i require your assistance in keeping the student body from harm. after all, the youth of our world are also the future of our world. if you see any of your peers - or professors - acting strangely, report to me directly and immediately. we cannot have any student or teacher corrupted and indoctrinated by evil. is that understood?”

they all nod, and wahlberg dismisses them soon after, just as he had promised.

“the old man's gone insane,” abel states matter-of-factly, his tone clipped as always; it makes her bristle. “surely if we were in any real danger, the bureau would already have taken measures to protect the public.”

“we have our reasons,” rayne says coolly. “i wouldn't expect you to understand them.”

“bold of you to speak on the behalf of the bureau-”

“enough.” she steps in between the two of them, arms crossed. “i didn't just break up a fight between some dumb adler and lang sophomores so the two of you can mouth off outside wahlberg's office. we're in this together. i hope you understand that.”

abel stares at her, eyes almost empty. his jaw clenches ever so slightly, but she doesn't break eye contact.

finally, he lets out a small noise of annoyance.

“abyss, let's go.” he turns on his heel and starts to walk away, abyss trailing behind him. margarette takes their leave as well. 

“i could've handled it myself,” she hears rayne say coldly from behind her.

glad to see you haven't changed one bit, she wants to say, but holds her tongue. “didn't seem like it,” she challenges instead.

the divine visionary stalks past her. not even bothering to look back. “refrain from being late next time” is his only reply. “it's very unprofessional.”

she sees him disappear around the corner, and her hands clench into fists, bunching up the fabric of her robe.

oh, she really, really hates rayne ames.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

watching mashle s2 with my irls

i think i fell in love all over again...

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Captive - Part 2

Character pairing: King!Ivar x Slave!Reader

Summary: You find yourself a captive of King Ivar the Boneless.

Words: 1,721

Warnings: Noncon/dubcon, slavery and sexual content. Explicit 18+ only, please read at your own risk.

You woke slowly as your eyes fluttered open to an unfamiliar room. Your whole body tensed as the night before came flooding back to you and you scowled as you looked down at the arm curled tightly around your waist. Your back was pressed against Ivar's bare chest and you could feel his every breath, his every exhale as warmth tickled the back of your neck. The intimacy was overwhelming and you felt your insides twist.

You slowly untangled yourself from his hold, careful as you sat and rose from the bed. You moved with careful steps to retrieve your undershirt from the floor and you slipped it on to cover what modesty you had left.

You watched the king as he slept. He looked peaceful, almost boyish without a sneer marring his handsome features and you couldn't deny the flutter in your core when your eyes roamed over his torso. His torso and arms were well muscled and his skin was smooth, accented with black ink that told stories of the gods.

You could not stop the heat from rising in your cheeks as she thought back to the evening before, the way that his hands and mouth had caressed your skin and how his fingers touched your most intimate parts, forcing you to experience a pleasure you had never felt, not even by your own hands.

He had forced you, you had no choice, it was against your will you told yourself as the guilt settled in your heart. You knew that this was only the beginning of his games. You sneered at his unconscious form before you looked around the room for a weapon, he must have taken the hairpin from the table when you fell asleep.

You spotted his armour discarded in the corner and creeped towards it, sneaking glances back at Ivar every time the wood creaked beneath your feet. You searched the pile until you found his weapon belt, his axe was gone but a small iron blade remained. You gripped the cold metal between your fingers as you returned to the bed.

Ivar could feel your eyes on his body, he had heard your quick inhale as you had looked over his bare skin and he had to supress his grin. He thought of your naked body, the way that you had moaned for him and how your body had convulsed in when he brought you to ecstasy.

A strange pressure had settled in his groin as he had you panting against the furs and his trousers had tightened as he had played with your body. He had never been hard before, not with Margarette, nor with the few other slaves that had dared to try, but with you spread out beneath him he was as hard as rock. He ached to be inside of you and experience the pleasure that your wet heat could give him.

You were a puzzle to him and he wanted to solve you; he wanted to know of your life back in Ireland, what made you smile, what made you angry, but most of all he wanted to know your secrets. You had told him that her father was Viking, which explained your fighting ability but Ivar wanted to know exactly what you were capable of, to see what kind of damage you could do on the battlefield, whether you were truly a Valkyrie.

He felt the weight of your body settle on his waist as you straddled him and he chuckled as sharp metal settled against his throat.

“Oh Valkyrie, if you wanted to play rough you need only ask.” He groaned as you took hold of the end of his braids and tugged sharply, further exposing his throat and pressed the blade in to his skin more firmly.

“You are going to release me and the girl and you will organise us safe passage back to Ireland.” Ivar's eyes narrowed playfully.

“And why would I do that?”

“Because you don't want me to slit your throat and watch as your blood stains these expensive furs.” He grinned as you stared him down, your eyes dark with anger and lips pulled back to bare your teeth.

“And if you did my men would kill you, but not before having their fun with that girl whilst you are made to watch. How far do you think you would get before they would catch you, hm?”

Your mouth pulled into a frown, with no fear of death you had no leverage over him and he was right, you had seen the number of soldiers posted around the longhouse alone. Kattegat was a crowded place, even if you managed to find Alva amongst all of the buildings and other thralls you doubted that you would both be able to make it to the forest's edge before his men caught you. You bit your lip as you weighed your options.

“I want you to guarantee Alva's protection.” His eyes narrowed at that. You didn't plead for your freedom, or you own protection, only the girl's wellbeing. Who were you to each other? Ivar considered your demand before his eyes locked with yours.

“And what would I get in return for her protection?” You took a deep breath and looked away, shame weighed heavily in your heart.

“My compliance. I will do as you ask, so long as I have your word that she will be protected.”

“You would give all of yourself to me, mind, body and soul to ensure that the girl is safe? Why?” You nodded, your teeth clenched together tightly in anger, knuckles white from your grip on the knife. You couldn't stand the amusement in his eyes or the satisfied smirk on his lips, you were just itching to slice open his flesh and watch as he choked on his own blood.

“She is my family, and family protect each other.”

He hummed as his hand closed over yours on the blade, he pried it from your hand gently and threw it away blindly. His palms settled on your exposed thighs and caressed the skin slowly, testing the waters.

Your breath hitched as his fingers inched higher to your waist, they lifted the hem of your undershirt as they journeyed upwards and his jaw clenched as he took in the newly exposed skin.

"Raise your arms for me." You obeyed his order and straightened your arms, he sat up and removed the garment completely, then he tossed it onto the floor. You avoided his eyes as they roved over your face, he was so close that you could feel his warm breath on your face and your breasts brushed his chest with every inhale.

A smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth and suddenly you were on your back, Ivar's body between your legs, pressing you into the furs. His mouth descended on your neck, laying fervent kisses against your sensitive skin, he nipped sharply at the juncture of your neck and shoulder and you yelped, you dug your nails meanly into his chest in retaliation but frowned when he groaned. He pulled back and you scowled as he grinned at you.

"There you are! Now, lay back. You are going to enjoy this."

You kept your eyes on the ceiling as his lips descended your body, he kissed across your breasts and he suckled at your nipple and you whimpered as his tongue flicked across the hardened bud. The action made your core throb and you felt the wetness forming between yours legs from his ministrations.

His mouth moved lower and you looked down in bewilderment as his head sank between your open legs, he grinned devilishly as he eyed your bare sex and lifted your calves over his shoulders. You raised yourself onto your elbows and growled at him.

"What in hel do you think you are doing?" His jaw clenched and he tightened his grip on your left thigh in warning, he tutted at you slowly as if you were a naughty child.

"What did I say Valkyrie?" You huffed loudly as you lay back, you hands clenched into fists, your nails dug into the skin of your palms but it kept you distracted from your tormenter's touch.

You felt his breath on your mound and then his mouth was on your womanhood, ravaging your delicate flesh with his lips and tongue. The feeling was indescribable as he devoured your cunt like a man starved, you moaned loudly as his tongue found your pearl and his traced around it and over it. You whimpered when he suckled it between his lips and gripped the bedsheets tightly, even more so when one of his thick fingers found your entrance and pushed in slowly.

The pressure was building rapidly, tendrils of pleasure creeping from your core to your toes. A second finger joined his first and crooked upwards, pressing against something delicious that made your cunt clench around the intruding digits.

Your hand gripped the back of his head tightly and he groaned against your bud, sending jolts of pleasure up your spine. He worked his tongue faster and you rocked your hips with his movements, too far gone from the pleasure to care that he was touching you, you only cared that he didn't stop.

He was almost feral when you came, growling against your sex as he brought you to the peak and shoved you over it, you cried out as his mouth kept working you through the bliss and he only stopped when you tried to close your legs around his head, the oversensitivity was too much.

He grinned madly as he looked you over, cheeks flushed and chest heaving from exertion. your legs splayed wide and pretty cunt swollen and glistening from his attentions, he licked his lips slowly and savoured the taste of your pleasure. Your hatred for him was evident in your eyes and yet he had been able made you sing so beautifully for him, he had won over your body and now all he needed to do was gain your mind. He wanted to consume you.

"Such a beautiful sight and all for me. Do you see now, Valkyrie? The Nornir have weaved the threads of our fate and the gods have willed it. You are mine."

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Seoulmates

BTS x Reader

Word Count: 2,760

Series Masterlist

Chapter One: Letters

You change the filter of the photo currently on your computer screen, sighing when something is still wrong about it. The lighting is perfect, at least, but something about the tone of the photo just seems...off. You scroll through the filter options, looking for a specific one, and pause when your eyes land on another. Maybe...

“Doesn’t hurt to try,” you tell yourself, clicking on the filter and adjusting the settings. It takes you several minutes, but finally, the image comes to life like you had hoped. “Well...thank God for that.”

“Looks good,” your boss, Mr. Hughs, says, coming to stand behind you. “I had my doubts about these being salvageable, but you’ve done it again, sweetheart.” He places his hand on the back of your chair, and you go through the finished photos with him quickly, showing him side-by-side before and afters. “Amazing. I really thought Trevor had screwed us over, but you’ve managed to save the whole spread. Too bad you weren’t available yourself to take the shots.”

“Yes, sir,” you agree, though you honestly doubt your boss would have let his personal assistant fly to London for two weeks. You don’t know how the man functions without you. He’s slowly let your photography skills be used throughout the office on different local jobs, and has always offered up your editing skills, but you highly doubt he’d let you out of his sight for so long. Especially with the photographer opening available.

“I have a meeting at 12:30, but I shouldn’t need your assistance the rest of the day so I’ve told Margarette you’ll be available to help her get some shots for her piece on graffiti artists around the city. Should she need you tomorrow, since it’s the weekend, I’ll leave that up to you,” he says, placing his hand on your bare shoulder and giving it a light squeeze.

Mr. Hughs has never been the most subtle about his more than professional intentions towards you, but you’ve politely brushed them off over the last two years since coming to the magazine. He’s nearly thirty years your senior, and has many qualities you find...lacking, to be polite, not the least his obvious feelings that you belong to him professionally.

“Yes, sir. Thank you.” You turn your head in his direction, giving him a polite smile. He nods his head, removing his hand after another moment and returning to his inner office. You shake your head, returning to your computer screen, and move onto the next photo, groaning internally when even the lighting can’t be justified. Honestly, where did this company find these photographers?

~*~

“Thank you so much for agreeing to help me!” Margarette Johnson, one of the best local writers, says the moment you climb into her Tahoe. You smile, buckling your seatbelt and glancing in the backseat at your camera bag. Since you’re not an official company photographer, you supplied your own equipment, which was fine with you. You know your camera better than you know yourself, honestly. “I hope we have enough daylight to get all the art I want, and the right shots, of course. I’ll leave that up to you, though. If you think the lighting is all wrong, we can definitely try again tomorrow or Sunday, if you’re free.”

You turn back to Margarette as she pulls out of the parking garage, nodding. “I’m free all weekend, and I intend on only giving you the best quality.”

She laughs, heading towards the south side of town first. “Oh, I know. That’s why I requested you! You’re hands down the best photographer we have! It’s a shame you’re not official, and that old Hughs is keeping you to himself.” She pouts, and you find yourself laughing. She’s definitely a personality. “You should definitely apply for the photographer opening! You’d definitely get it; we all think so!”

“We?” you ask, shocked.

“Yes, we. Everyone I’ve talked to has mentioned that they hope you apply. We love working with you, and hate that you’re not officially available for use. You would be booked up, flying all around the world on projects! There’s even been a couple of higher-ups talking about selecting you as their official photographer, if you apply that is. We’re all very confident you would get the job.” She glances at you. “You’re honestly too good to be working for a magazine.”

You blink at her, absorbing the information. You had no idea so many people in the company thought so much of your skills; especially top editors. It leaves you with a lot to think about the rest of the drive, and you’re even more conflicted by the time you reach your first destination.

“It’s been touched up since the last time I was here. Good, I had worried about fading,” Margarette muses, taking in the wall of art. You take a few practice shots, forgoing your tripod. It wouldn’t give you the right feel to your photos, you decide. “Try to get them as vibrant and alive as you can—what am I saying! This is you! Just—do you, and I’ll hush!”

You smile, looking over your practice shots and deciding on the best angle for lighting. You crouch down, snapping a few shots, before moving for a different angle. You lose yourself in the camera lens; in the subject in front of you; in bringing to life the moment and object you capture for anyone who views your work. Eventually, you decide you’ve gotten all the shots you need, and turn to Margarette to let her know, only to stop short. “What?”

She’s smiling fondly at you, leaning against the opposite wall. “You’re really in your element there, aren’t you?” She straightens, not letting you answer, and heads back towards her car. “Come on, on to the next one!”

~*~

The last stop of the day is on a rooftop overlooking the city, the sun setting to the left of the wall the graffiti art is on. It makes for a perfect shot, the colors blending together nicely, and you use it to your advantage. You take several shots, and wait for the sun to sink a little lower, before adjusting your position and resuming. Margarette is patient with you, allowing you to take as long as you need on this one. By the time you’re done, the sun has sank below the skyscrapers, illuminating them in a way that pulls at you. You snap a couple of pictures for yourself, debating on whether the new background works for the art, and take a couple anyway. You can always scrap them later, during editing.

“Okay, I think that’s all for today. Unless you have a site in mind that’s lit up at night?” You quirk a brow at Margarette, and watch as she thinks for a moment. She pouts, shaking her head.

“That would have been a great shot, though. Maybe I should do some research for tomorrow night...” she trails off, turning to look back at the city. “I’m sure there’s something out there that’s perfect.”

You nod, looking down at your camera, before raising it and taking a quick snapshot of Margarette, silhouetted against the cityscape below. She doesn’t notice, and you smile to yourself. You’ll have to surprise her with the photo sometime, you decide.

“Well, I guess we better go. I’ll take you home, unless you have a reason to return to the office?” You shake your head, packing your camera bag up. You push your sleeves up to your elbows out of habit.

“Those are interesting...what language is that?”

You look down at your left arm, noticing for the first time the new writings there, and smile. “It’s Korean. I wasn’t aware they were there, I’m sorry.” You go to tug your sleeve down, but she stops you.

“Don’t ever apologize for your soulmate writings, dear. They’re treasures.” She smiles at you, before looking down at the sprawling script. “I remember those days, before I met my Paulo. It’s a wonderful feeling.” She shows you her wrist, where her permanent soulmate mark is, and traces over it with her fingertip. “Can you read them?”

You run your finger over the neatly written characters:

나를 생각하니, 나의 천사?

You shake your head sadly. “I can speak the language quite fluently, but unfortunately my understanding of the written words is very...lacking. I take pictures of each new appearance, though, so maybe I can look back and decipher them someday. Whenever I find the time to take up my studies again, that is.”

She nods. “I was the same way with Italian, but I pushed myself. You’ll get there, don’t worry. It’ll all be worth it when you meet them, too.”

You finish gathering your things in silence, lost in your own thoughts, before watching the last colors of sunset disappear from the sky as the night sets in fully.

“What time works for you tomorrow? I can be ready whenever,” you say, pulling the strap of your bag up onto your shoulder as the two of you make your way to the stairway.

“Well, if I hadn’t started with the sites I had today, I’d say before sunrise, but none of the other sites really offer the view. Unless you need the lighting?” You think for a moment, then shake your head. “Then how about 7:00? We can grab breakfast before getting to work—my treat. I owe you for this, anyway.”

“That’s not-“

“I’m feeding you one way or another.”

“-okay. 7:00 works for me, then,” you sigh, smiling slightly.

Margarette drops you off at your apartment building after giving you her number and waving goodbye. You can’t help smiling as you make your way up the steps and into the lobby, nodding to the doorman and pulling your keys out of your pocket as you head to the elevator. You live in a relatively more upscale apartment building than you can actually afford, all thanks to your roommate, Skyler Hansen. Her dad owns the building, and she allows you to live with her, rent free. You buy the groceries and necessities, of course, though she insists you don’t have to.

You get out on the third floor, stopping in front of your door just as it swings open, startling you.

“Finally!” Skyler cries out, pulling you inside, slamming the door behind you. “Where have you been! You got off work hours ago!” She crosses her arms across her chest, foot tapping against the hardwood floor.

You blink at her, confused. Neither of you really care about the other’s schedule, coming and going as you please, so this encounter is odd to say the least. “I was taking photos for a spread about local graffiti artists...is everything okay, Sky?”

She holds out her hand, and you notice for the first time she’s holding an envelope. You look at her questioningly, and she flips it over. It’s addressed to you, but it’s the return address that’s got your eyebrows raising nearly into your hairline.

It’s from the office of the CEO of the magazine company you work for.

“I have been itching since getting that out of the mailbox to know what’s inside,” Skyler says, taking your arm and leading you to sit at the dining table. “Open it!”

Your hands shake slightly, wondering what the envelope could hold. You tear open the fold, pulling out the letter, and quickly skim the contents, your eyes widening the whole time. You reread it, thinking there must be a mistake, and your breath catches.

“Well?” Skyler asks, leg bouncing next to yours beneath the table. You glance her way before handing her the letter, clasping your hands together on the table in front of you when she practically rips it from your hands. “What the—no fucking way!” She looks back at you. “Babe!”

You exhale shakily, eyes tearing up, and she grabs you in a crushing hug. “They want me to take the photographer opening—the CEO himself is offering me the job, without an application!” The tears start to fall, and you laugh at the feelings bursting in your chest.

Skyler pulls back, fixing you with one of her looks. “You’re going to accept, of course.” Her tone leaves no room for argument, and you hurriedly nod. “Good, because, babe, this is a sign if I’ve ever seen one. You’re going places!”

You wipe at your tears, looking down at the letter on your table. The fact that he had sent you a letter, instead of a simple email, shows how serious he is about this decision and offer. You smile to yourself, thinking back to what Margarette had said earlier. Things were finally looking up for you.

~*~

“What do you mean, you’ve accepted the job offer?”

You wince at the loudness of Mr. Hughs’ voice, and his tone, but stand firm. You’re standing in front of his desk, having just pointed out your buried resignation letter to him. “I mean just that, Mr. Hughs. I’ve accepted Mr. Singh’s offer to be a company photographer, starting immediately.”

He looks at you with incredulousness. “You didn’t even consult with me! I didn’t even know you had applied!”

You sigh, clasping your hands in front of you. “I don’t need your permission, sir. It’s my decision, and I’ve made it.” You pause. “I didn’t send in an application, either. Mr. Singh requested me for the job, personally.” His mouth opens and closes, and you smooth down your skirt. “If that is all, I’ll take my leave. My replacement has already been brought up to speed on how you like things done, and is proficient in her duties. It’s been a privilege to work for you, Mr. Hughs.”

You turn on your heel, leaving him sitting in shock at his desk, and let the smile fall into place on your face. You honestly don’t know how this has come as such a shock—you’ve spent the last two weeks training your replacement right in front of the man, after all.

You say goodbye to the new personal assistant in the outer office, picking up your box of things and your bag and walking out the door, into the main area of the floor. You look over the cluster of sectioned desks and milling people, before making your way to the elevator, and your new office on the seventh floor.

When the doors to the elevator open, all heads turn in your direction. You pause, one foot forward, but lift your head and proceed. People smile at you, congratulating you on landing the job, on your skills as a photo editor and photographer, and say they can’t wait to work with you. You smile, tension easing from your shoulders as you make your way to your office cubical, setting your box of belongs down.

“Hey, new girl,” a voice calls, and you turn to see Margarette walking towards you, a smile on her face. “Glad to see you in your rightful place, finally.”

“Glad to be here,” you respond. “How did you like the photos?”

“They were perfect, of course! I’m having a hard time narrowing the selection down for the spread, actually.” She sighs, but the smile doesn’t leave her face. “So, have you gotten your first assignment yet?”

“Not-“

“There you are.”

You both turn, watching as a man walks towards you. You recognize him immediately as one of the top writers of the company’s entertainment magazine, Mason Floyd. You assume he’s addressing Margarette, so it surprises you to realize his eyes are on you.

“Mr. Floyd-“

“Mason, please.” He holds his hand out to you, and you shake it with a firm grip. “I cannot tell you how long I have been waiting to get my hands on you. Hughs definitely kept you under lock and key, didn’t he?”

“He sure did,” Margarette agrees. “I’ll catch up with you later. See ya!” You watch as she walks off, before returning your attention to Mason.

He smiles at you, leaning against the wall of your cubical. “I was hoping to catch you before anyone else did—I have a job for you.”

“You do?” You ask, surprised.

He nods, smiling. “How do you feel about international travel?”

To be honest, you’ve never traveled outside of the United States, not for lack of wanting. “I’m entirely open to the idea, sir.”

“Good. What about extended stays? Say, a month?” Your eyes widen, but you nod. “Excellent. Last question...what do you know about K-Pop sensation BTS?”

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The Bluff || Part Five || Mitch Rapp

Author: wittystiles

Word count: 6.7k+

Relationship: Mitch Rapp x Reader

Summary: Mitch Rapp finds out that he really is stuck being readers babysitter, and bickering between the two ensues. (Y/N) finds out some information about Mitch, and the two share some fluff.

Warnings: Cursing (i guess this is like, expected). Sass - more sass than I know what to do with.

A/N: I hate writing this. As soon as I finish a chapter, I love it. But the process of writing it sucks. Lmao. However, I mean it: I really love this chapter. I think it’s ridiculous, and fluffy, and I love Mitch y’all. Thank you to @ellie-bee242 for being my cheerleader, I love you.

Stan sat with Mitch on the couch in the hotel living room, his phone held in the palm of his right hand, the sound of the phone ringing the only one in the room.

Irene’s voice greeted the men, “this had better be good. Do you have any idea what time it is?”

Stan cleared his throat, “we’ve got a problem.”

“What did you do now, Rapp?”

Mitch glared at the phone, taking a deep breath. “I will refrain from taking offense to that, Director Kennedy. I haven’t done anything this time. There was an unexpected casualty of the arms dealer, and it’s being handled. We are calling because Stanley is trying to assign me a new mission that I refuse.”

Stan sighed, “there was a hostage, Irene. Mitch rescued her, and brought her back to his hotel room.”

“Why would you do that, Rapp?”

“She was a hostage, Kennedy. A civilian. I had to. I couldn’t leave her tied to a bed in the arms dealers hotel room.”

“You could have.” Irene said without any emotion to her voice.

Stan gave Mitch a look that carried an almost “I told you so” air to it.

“Kennedy, Stan has given me two options, and I agree with neither.”

Irene sounded bored, “those are?”

“Kill her, or protect her.”

Irene was silent for a moment, Mitch and Stan both growing ever more curious as to what she would say. “You rescued her Mitch. You’ve already committed yourself to the second of the two options. She is your responsibility now. Until we have the arms dealer, or we find who he was working for, you’re her bodyguard. I won’t hear any arguments on the matter. Don’t call me at this hour again unless you seriously fuck something up.”

With that, Irene ended the phone call, leaving the two men to stare at the device on Stan’s palm.

“So. How did tattling on me to mommy work out for you, Rapp? Looks to me like she backed daddy up.”

Mitch stopped himself from cringing, “if you never refer to Irene and yourself as mommy and daddy again, it will be too soon.”

Stan glared but shut his cell phone, Mitch absently wondering how he still survived with an ancient flip phone rather than the smartphones the rest of the agents carried. “You’re going to have to transport her back to America, you realize that. Yes?”

Mitch groaned, “no. The thought hadn’t occurred to me, actually.” “Cause you don’t think about shit before you do it, punk.”

“I think about punching you all of the time, but never do. So, your statement is a lie.”

Stan smacked Mitch on the back of the head, taking a deep breath while he did so. “Do you know anything useful from her, yet, Mitch? Like, where the arms dealer has held her before this?”

“No.”

“Is she American?”

“Yes, I heard her voice. She has an American accent.”

“Wonderful.” Stan huffed loudly, leaning against the arm of the couch. “What else do you know, Mitchell?”

“That isn’t my name,” Mitch said a little snarkily.

“I am aware. Your name is Little Shit, I’ve trained you long enough to know.”

Mitch ignored him, leaning against the arm on the other end of the couch, his arms crossed over his chest. “I know that she was held hostage, and she was taken from America. Beyond that, I am clueless.”

“If that isn’t the truest thing you’ve ever said, Rapp.”

Mitch, growing bored, sighed. “Look, Stan. If there is anything I need to know, tell it to me now. I’m tired.”

“Poor baby. Would you like me to make you a bottle? Tuck you in with your rescue? Make sure the both of you get a good rest?”

“Are you genuinely offering?”

Stan leaned over, hand extended, and Mitch caught his wrist. “Not happening,” Mitch pushed Stans wrist away, crossing his arms again.

“We need you to find out as much information about this girl as possible, Mitch. Get close to her, learn shit about her. Find out where she’s from, what she did for a living, how and more importantly why the fuck she managed to get abducted. Shit like that. I want you feeding all of this back to me.”

“Why?”

“Why do you think, Michelle?”

Mitch gave a shrug, ignoring the name that Stan called him. “If you would like to know anything about her, why don’t you watch over her yourself, Stan?”

“She isn’t /my/ problem, Monica. She’s yours. Which means that you’ve got to watch her. Irene said so.”

“You sound like a child,” Mitch pointed out, shifting to rest the calf of his right leg on the knee of his left.

“And you act like one, Maurice.”

“Who?”

Stan shrugged, looking down at his phone, squinting his eyes. “What is your phone number?”

Mitch rattled it off before asking, “why?”

“I’m making sure I have it so that when you call, I know not to answer.”

“I thought you wanted information?”

“I changed my mind. You can deliver it all to Kennedy, she’ll want it more than me.”

“That makes no sense.”

“Neither does you taking a hostage, Margarette, but you did.”

“She was tied to a bed and drugged, Stan. Any decent person would have saved her.”

“Well, you took her out of one hostage situation and forced her into another. Congratulations, you’re a wonderful man, aren’t you, Matchstick?”

Mitch glared, “that one wasn’t even a name, Stan.”

“That’s rude to all Matchstick’s in the world.”

Mitch rolled his eyes, uncrossed his arms, and went to pinch the bridge of his nose, stopping himself. “Do we know where the arms dealer could possibly be, Stan? I want to take care of him before I have to return to the states.”

“He is no longer your mission, Marvin. She is, do you not remember? We’ve called someone else in to handle the arms dealer. Who, currently, has escaped into the wind.”

“Fuck you, he’s mine! I should be the one to get him, when the incompetent CIA manages to find him, that is.”

Stan raised his eyebrows at Mitch, chuckling a bit. “Did you not already have a chance at him, Marsha? Did you not prove that you’re incompetent? You don’t have the right to him anymore. Your priority is making sure his boss, the one who probably made him take your girlfriend, doesn’t further whatever the fuck he’s been planning.”

Mitch clenched his jaw, taking a deep breath in. “Do not call her my girlfriend, Stan. I’m not going to say that again.”

“Relax, Macey. I forget how sensitive you are. You’re fine, pull your haunches back.”

Mitch relaxed into the couch, rubbing his forehead tiredly. “What else do I need to know, Stan?”

“Make sure she doesn’t contact anyone while she’s here. We don’t need a group coming and taking you out, Maggie. You’re not valuable, but I don’t wanna have to pay the cleaning fee on this room.”

“Thanks, Stan.”

“Of course.”

Standing from the couch, Stan pocketed his cell phone, stretching his arms above his head. “Good luck with her, kid. You’re gonna need it. Don’t tell her any secret information, which you’re likely to do since you’ve got a big mouth. Don’t hit her if she irritates you. Actually, do. I don’t care. And don’t fuckin’ sleep with her. Okay?”

Mitch grit his teeth together, gave Stan a curt nod, and pushed up from the couch. “Goodbye, Sir. Have a safe flight back to America. Or don’t.” Mitch wanted to add “I hope you get detained”, but decided against that.

Stan made his way to the door of the hotel room, his hand resting on the knob. “Don’t fuck this one up, Rapp.”

Mitch didn’t respond, choosing to let the last comment linger in the air after Stan left

-

Sitting up with a start, Mitch brought his hand up to rub at the scar on his chest, taking a deep breath in through his nose. He pushed his body up from the couch he had passed out on, stretching his limbs. Pops and cracks sounded throughout the room causing Mitch to wonder how he still managed to get around so easily. Old age, he presumed, wouldn’t be kind to him. If he ever reached it.

His stomach grumbled loudly, cramping occurring in the middle. He rest his hand on his stomach while looking around the room for the room service menu, clearing his throat. He picked it up, returning to the couch. He read over the menu, choosing a few items. Picking up the phone on the small table beside him, he dialed room service, placing the order.

“Thank you, charge it to the room.” Mitch instructed the woman on the other end of the line, placing the phone back onto the receiver before she could say any more.

Standing from his seat on the couch, he headed into the bedroom of the hotel room, looking over (Y/N) as she slept. She was curled around a pillow, her hand resting beside her face, the tips of her fingers pressed against her lips. Mitch walked to the bed, placing a hand gently on her hip.

“Hey,” he shook her hip a little to stir her from sleep. “I need you to get up.” He shook her hip harder when she didn’t move. “Hey!”, his voice rose this time.

“Hmmm?” (Y/N) hummed, scrunching her nose up and stretching out her arms. “What’s wrong?”

“When was the last time you ate?”

(Y/N) furrowed her brows, her eyes still unopened. “Dunno? Maybe a few days ago? I haven’t been hungry.”

“You haven’t been awake,” Mitch reminded her. He nodded to the bottle of water on her nightstand. “Drink some more fluids, you need to re-hydrate.”

(Y/N) sat up on the bed, cracked her neck, and grabbed the bottle of water. “God, I feel like my hands have been broken and the bones removed.”

“Why?” Mitch took the water bottle from her after watching her struggle with the cap for a moment. He easily unscrewed it, handing the bottle back to her. 

“Maybe it’s the drugs still weakening your system?” Mitch offered, crossing his arms as he sat beside her. He waited for her to finish the bottle off before speaking again.

“Food is on its way, I want you to eat something.”

(Y/N) furrowed her brows, “I don’t think that’s something you get to want.”

“I think it is. Who is the one who was drugged, and who isn’t? I can remember the last time I ate, (Y/N). You can’t. You must eat.”

“You must eat,” (Y/N) mocked, holding the empty bottle out to him. “You should eat my portion. I don’t want it. I’m good. Besides, how do I know you’re not a bad guy? Huh? Maybe you’re here to trick me into getting comfortable, and then you’re gonna get me drugged again and ship me off to like. Another place.”

Mitch shook his head, “why would I do that?”

(Y/N) looked down at her hands in her lap, “that’s what some fuck would do I think. Get me into a false sense of security. I fought back the last time they moved me, hence the shoulder.” She reached up, rubbing around the wound exploratorily, wincing when she reached a tender area.

“Why did they take you, anyway?” Mitch asked, standing from the bed. He was going to look through his first aid kit for some pain killers, thinking against it almost immediately. “Did you do something to them?”

“No. I didn’t. I was just in the wrong place at the right time, I guess.” She gnawed on her bottom lip, still looking down at her hands. Mitch sat back down, waiting for her to continue. “I was on shift at the hospital, I’m a surgical nurse. I just, scrub in, help the surgeons. You know, shit like that.”

Mitch nodded.

“Anyway, I was scrubbing out after a patient when I got a page that someone needed to consult with a nurse about another patient. We were short staffed that night, I figured the other on calls were busy. I thought nothing of it, and responded to the page. When I got there the nurse at the station indicated the waiting room where a woman was. I went to talk to her and she begged me to come with her to check on her husband’s stitches. I asked her to bring him in, but she said they couldn’t afford for him to get seen if it were nothing.”

“You fell for this?” Mitch asked, realizing after he spoke that he shouldn’t have. “Sorry.” He tagged on.

(Y/N) sighed, “yes I did. I am far too kind for my own good, and I have a soft spot for people who cannot afford medical care. Sorry, I’m an idiot. I’m aware.”

“I never said that,” Mitch defended, shaking his head a little. “You’re not an idiot. You swore to help people, that’s what you thought you were doing. I get it, please, continue.”

“Anyway, I finally agreed to going out to see her husband. I had my medical bag with me, so I had some things in case I needed to disinfect anything, things like that. I get out to the front of the hospital, and she tells me that he’s in the parking lot. I, again, think nothing of it. There’s this worried looking woman begging for help, I don’t think she’s going to do me any harm.” Mitch scoffed, “always assume someone wants to hurt you unless they prove they’re not going to.”

“Do you?” (Y/N) asked cautiously.

“Do I what?” Mitch asked, furrowing his brows.

“Want to hurt me?”

“Have I yet?”

“No, you’ve only helped me.” “Then I guess I don’t wanna hurt you, do I?”

(Y/N) shook her head, “no. I guess not.” She took a deep breath and fiddled with the hem of the shirt she wore for a second. Mitch could see her struggling for words, and instinctively reached out to clasp her hand in his.

“You’re not with them anymore, (Y/N). You don’t have to be scared anymore. I’m going to get you home.” Mitch assured her, giving her hand a gentle squeeze.

(Y/N) looked up at him, giving him a smile. “Thanks.” She took his hand in hers completely, holding it while she continued. “I get to the van, where her husband supposedly is, and she opens the back door. She climbs in, and I hear a man groaning in pain, but it’s really dark. And I cannot see that much, so I ask her to turn on the light. She urges me to climb in, so I do. The doors to the van then slammed shut, and my chest just tightened. I knew shit was fucked, then. I was fucked. How could it not be?”

“Why would you ever get into the van, (Y/N)? That’s a rookie mistake if I have ever seen one.”

(Y/N) sighed, “am I anything but a rookie?”

“No, I guess you’re not even really that. You’re more an infant.”

“Thanks,” (Y/N) scoffed. “Do you want to hear this story, Mitch? Or would you prefer to just call me an idiot and leave it at that.”

Mitch gave her hand a squeeze, rubbing the side of it gently with his thumb, “continue.”

(Y/N) looked down at their hands, taking a moment to compose herself. She had rehearsed her cover story time and time again. Perfecting it. Memorizing every single detail, like she’d been trained. She wasn’t busy searching for her words, like Mitch assumed. She was selling her role.

“I was panicking, naturally like anyone would, of course. And the woman turned cold, instantly. Flipped a switch and the bitch was a void of emotion. She spoke clinically to me, told me to fix whoever was moaning and groaning. I told her I couldn’t. That I was a new nurse, I didn’t know what I was doing. Shit like that. She smacked me, felt like my eye was going to explode. I’ve never been smacked before that. It was shocking and I didn’t know what to do but recoil from her.”

“Naturally,” Mitch nodded. He was still rubbing her hand with his thumb and absently wondered if he should stop. She didn’t seem to mind, so he didn’t.

“They drove me to this, I wanna call it a warehouse, but it wasn’t. I was dragged around by these two big guys, they had tied my hands in the van. The guy from the van was removed and brought into the warehouse too. We were at a standstill because I wasn’t going to fix him, and he was clearly gonna die. They hit me again, threw me around. After a few more smacks and shit I got tired of it and gave in.”

“To what?”

“I fixed the guy. He had a few bullet wounds in his body, no where serious. It was an easy save. They told me they were gonna keep me. Said having a doctor would be useful, especially for their line of work. I kept trying to tell them I wasn’t a doctor, cause I’m not! I’m not at all! They never listened.”

“How long ago was this?” Mitch asked her, his grip on her hand tightening.

“Three maybe four months. I don’t remember exactly. We were traveling around the East Coast primarily, and I was mostly kept in rooms and cars. Then whomever the dude you came for was, he had them bring me out here to Paris. They had me mostly drugged for a few days. Then I helped with someone and got scared because I was in another country. Tried getting out, snuck out of the room while he was having a meeting. That’s how I got into this mess.”

“The beating and getting tied up?” Mitch asked for clarification. (Y/N) nodded.

Mitch felt his stomach knot, like he was angry. For what? He didn’t know. At what? Equally clueless. But it was there, and he concentrated on (Y/N)’s hand in his to stop his stomach from knotting further.

“Did they..” Mitch stopped himself before he was able to ask the question on his tongue. It didn’t take more than a heartbeat for (Y/N) to catch on, immediately shaking her head.

“No,” she said quickly. “God. No, they didn’t. I would’ve… I would’ve found a way to kill them if they had.”

“You were bound and drugged, (Y/N). I don’t think you could have fought your way out of a paper bag, much less killed grown men.”

(Y/N) scrunched her eyebrows together, glaring angrily at Mitch. “I could have protected and defended myself, thank you for your confidence in me.”

Mitch didn’t speak, just shrugged his shoulders at her. The two were silent for a few minutes. (Y/N) made herself busy tapping Mitch’s knuckles in the beat of a song. Mitch busied himself trying to think of how he was going to manage to babysit her while also still working.

(Y/N) jumped when room service knocked on the door and Mitch dropped her hand like it was a hot coal, pushing on his knees to stand. “I’ll be right back.”

He walked out of the room and called through the door for room service to just leave it by the door, thanking him from bringing up the cart. He watched the employee through the peephole, remembering that they probably spoke french. He reiterated what he’d said, in French, and watched as him left. He waited a few breaths, then opened the door, pulling the cart into the hotel room.

Mitch quickly checked the cart, making sure that it had nothing conspicuous on it before wheeling it into the bedroom. “Foods here.”

(Y/N) looked at the cart that was in front of her, lifting a lid off one of the plates. “This mine?” She asked, looking over the salad on the plate.

“No,” Mitch shook his head. “That’s the side salad. I asked for it on a plate rather than in a bowl. I ordered us burgers. Seemed the safest, unless you’re a vegetarian. Then there’s a tofu something or other in there that you’re welcome to. I figured I’d cover my bases.”

“Wonderful.” (Y/N) responded, taking the lid off another plate. She picked it up, getting more comfortable on the bed. “So, Mitch. What’s your last name?” Mitch ignored her, picking up his own plate, taking a seat across from the bed on a chair against the wall. (Y/N) pursed her lips, folding a fry in half before dipping it into the ketchup she had dumped on her plate. “Well, then, how old are you Mitch? Since last names seem to be a touchy subject.”

“I’m old enough.” Mitch answered before taking a bite of his burger, signifying he was done answering.

“Like… Mid twenties?” (Y/N) ventured, raises her eyebrow at him.

Mitch looked up from his plate to her, not saying anything.

“Right, I’ll say mid twenties since you’re not gonna confirm or deny anything. What about where were you born, Mitch?”

“America. Why do you keep saying my name after every question? I know you’re talking to me. We’re the only two in the room.”

(Y/N) sighed, “I like saying it. ’Sides, maybe if I say your name enough, you’ll finally answer me. Make you realize that I’m speaking to you and not the wall.”

“I never thought you were talking to the wall,” Mitch defended.

“I was being sarcastic, Mitch. Surely you realized that.”

Mitch sighed, “yeah. I did, (Y/N). I was trying to joke.”

(Y/N) mocked shock, “you know how to joke? I didn’t think you were capable of that.”

Mitch rolled his eyes, “are you trying to be funny by making fun of me?”

(Y/N) lowered her eyes to her plate, nodding slowly. “Sorry, Mitch.”

Mitch shrugged, “it’s fine. You should meet Stan, he would love knowing another person who picks on me as well. I’ve never met a man who hates me as much as him, (Y/N).”

“Didn’t you try killing the person who had me? I think he probably hates you.”

Mitch shook his head, “as kind as that is of you to say, no. He doesn’t. He doesn’t know me, and I don’t know him. You can’t hate someone that you don’t know, (Y/N).”

“Yes, you can. I hate people I don’t know all the time.”

Mitch scoffed, “no you don’t, (Y/N). You just don’t like them. It’s different. Hatred… Hatred is something inside of you. Hatred is something that festers inside of the pit of your stomach, something you can never remove.”

(Y/N) stared at him, a little in shock. “Who do you hate, Mitch?”

Mitch sighed heavily, “no one anymore (Y/N). I’ve gutted myself of that hatred.”

“How?”

Mitch, again, ignored her question. He took a few bites of his burger, and (Y/N) did the same, allowing the silence to settle over the two of them for a moment. When her plate was nearly cleared of fries, she addressed Mitch again. “Are you an only child, Mitch?”

He shook his head in response, swallowing what was in his mouth before responding. “No. I have a brother.”

“Younger or older.”

“I have a brother, (Y/N).” Mitch repeated.

“Right, I’m guessing family is a touchy subject?” Mitch sighed, “you’re guessing right, (Y/N).”

“Why do you keeping saying my name, Mitch?”

“So you know I’m talking to you, (Y/N). Not the wall.”

(Y/N) smiled a little, “thanks.”

After clearing the plates from the room, Mitch pushed the cart back to the hallway and locked the door behind him. Going to get comfortable on the couch, he had to stop, thinking he heard his name getting called. He huffed loudly, walking into the bedroom to see (Y/N) sitting on the edge of the bed. “Is there something that you need?” Mitch asked dryly.

“I need your help,” (Y/N) near whispered.

“You need my help beyond me saving your life? You’re getting a bit greedy, wouldn’t you agree?”

(Y/N) pushed her lips together in a pout, holding her hands together in her lap. “Well. I guess, yeah. Sorry, I’ll figure it out, Mitch. Never mind.”

Mitch crossed his arms over his chest, leaning against the door frame. “What do you need, (Y/N)?”

“A shower.”

“The bathrooms right there.” Mitch pointed at the door on the far wall. “You’re more than welcome to shower. I can find you something to wear, I’m sure I still have extra clothes.”

“I am not worried about my clothes, Mitch. I am feeling very weak, still. And with this stupid fucking shoulder injury… I can’t shower alone, Mitch. Please, would you help me?

“Help you shower?”

(Y/N) nodded in confirmation. 

“No.”

(Y/N) frowned, clearing her throat. “Okay, then. I suppose I’ll just do it on my own. I mean, I wouldn’t want you getting wet anyway. I hear water is bad for robots, won’t you rust? Would your circuits fry or something?”

Mitch furrowed his brows in confusion, “what are you rambling about?”

“You’re a robot, aren’t you, Mitch?”

“Why in the hell are you asking me that?”

“Well! You never make any faces, you never change the inflection of your voice. You’re a void.”

“That’s rude.”

“See!” (Y/N) shouted, throwing her hand forward in his direction. “You said ‘that’s rude’ but didn’t change the way you looked at me, or the sound of your voice. Did your programmer not give you emotions?”

“I have emotions, (Y/N).”

“Liar.” (Y/N) huffed.

Mitch took a deep breath, then forced a smile.

“Are you okay?” (Y/N) worried, looking at him seriously. “Are you in pain? Your facial muscles know how to do that?”

“Har har.” Mitch mocked her worried look before shaking his head. “Would you just get into the shower? I can smell you from over here.”

(Y/N) gasped, “was that you making a joke?”

“Yes. Did it not land?”

“It wasn’t nice.”

“You said I was a robot without emotions,” Mitch reminded her.

“I cannot argue with that.” (Y/N) smiled. “You gonna help me shower or not?”

Mitch shook his head, turning on his heels to head back out of the bedroom. “Nope, wouldn’t wanna rust.”

(Y/N) groaned, “you’re hateful! Worthless fucking whatever you are!”

“Assassin.” Mitch called from the other room.

“WORTHLESS FUCKING ASSASSIN!”

“Thank you,” Mitch called.

(Y/N) stood from the bed, took a few tentative steps towards the bathroom, and decided she didn’t need Mitch afterall. She made it to the bathroom without incident, took a moment to fiddle with the shower, and then began stripping. She let out a squeal of pain when she went to remove the shirt she wore, causing Mitch to run in.

“What?” He asked, eyeing her.

“What?” She snapped, letting the hem of the shirt go, the material falling back over her hips. “Are you really an assassin?”

“Are you really asking me that? Was that why you squealed like a kicked dog?”

(Y/N) flared her nostrils, “I have half of a mind to hit you right now.”

“I would need to be a corpse for that punch to land.”

(Y/N) balled her hand into a fist, and forced her good arm towards Mitch. He caught her forearm in his hand and held it. “Do you feel better?” “No!” (Y/N) snapped, yanking her arm back. “I want to hit you!”

“Would I get to hit you back?”

“NO!”

“That’s not fair, (Y/N).”

“You’re not fair!”

Mitch sighed, “that made no sense.”

“Yeah?” (Y/N) huffed loudly. “You make no sense. Who do you think you are? Mister I’m-Too-Mysterious-To-Tell-You-Anything.”

“I told you my name. That I’m from America, and that I have a brother. That’s three things, in less than an hour.”

“I hate you.” (Y/N) snapped, leaning her butt against the counter behind her.

“You didn’t hate me a few minutes ago.” “No. I hated you then too, just less.”

“Alright (Y/N),” Mitch shrugged. “Have a lovely shower.”

“Are you really an assassin?” (Y/N) repeated, this time grabbing Mitch’s arm with her bad one to stop him. 

“Do I have to break your arm so you never grab me again?”

“I’d love to see you try.”

“Oh, my God. I’m not having this conversation again.” He took a deep breath, and a part of him felt sympathy for Stan. He realized how annoying he must be to the old man. And he also acknowledged, to only himself, how much he didn’t care.

“Answer the question, Mitch.”

“I have no reason to.”

“You’ve seen me naked! I deserve at least an answer to what you are.”

“I’m a healthy male.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“I have one, yes. I am not one, though.”

(Y/N) swung on him again, and this time, Mitch let her punch land. Her fist connected with his arm, and he didn’t so much as glance at the site.

“Fucker.” (Y/N) hissed. “I hit you hard, you could’ve at least reacted.”

“I didn’t feel it.” Mitch’s lips turned up in a smirk. “You gonna shower? You still stink.”

“No.” (Y/N) grunted.

“Why not?”

“I can’t remove my shirt.”

“Then wear it in the shower.”

(Y/N) went to swing on him again, and he stepped back to avoid her punch. This sent (Y/N) falling forward, and Mitch reached out to catch her around the waist. “Are you almost done?”

“What?”

“I asked if you were almost done.”

“DONE WITH WHAT?” (Y/N) shouted at him, letting him help her stand straight up.

“With trying to hit me. Next time I’ll let you fall.” 

“I’m sure you’d like that.”

Mitch sighed, “no. I’ll be the one having to pick you back up.”

(Y/N) rubbed at her shoulder, wincing a little. “Just let me fucking shower. I don’t need you.”

“You said you did.”

“I’m a liar.”

“I believe that.” Mitch sighed. “Let me help you take your shirt off at least.”

“Perv.” (Y/N) huffed.

“You asked me to fondle you earlier. The only perv here is you.”

(Y/N) groaned loudly, “do you have a gun?”

“Yes.” Mitch said, in more of a question than an answer. “Can I have it? I wanna blow my brains out. Save us both some trouble.”

Mitch laughed, genuinely and sincerely laughed, his face lighting up. (Y/N) took a whole step back, staring at him in what could only be mistaken for amazement. She thought, not for the first time since she’d seen him, that he was truly gorgeous.

“Don’t laugh at me!” She shrieked, stopping his laughter. Mitch rest his hand on his stomach, the exertion from his laughter causing him to have to catch his breath.

“You’re not going to kill yourself, (Y/N). I didn’t save your life just for you to blow yourself away.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, and held her arms out in front of her.

“Are you a mummy?” Mitch asked, looking her over.

“Take my shirt off, like you offered. I can’t lift my arms up that high.”

Mitch smirked again, grabbed the bottom of her shirt, his fingers brushing against her hips. “You sure? I don’t want to be mistaken for a perv again.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes again, “would you hurry up?”

Mitch pulled her shirt off of her quickly, letting the fabric fall to the floor in a small pile. “There.” He tilt his head back, eyes trained on the ceiling. (Y/N) flicked his adam’s apple before heading for shower.

“Are you going to be able to wash your hair?” Mitch questioned.

“No.”

“Turn the shower off then.” “I stink, remember?” (Y/N) snarked, reaching for the shower knob.

“I’ll give you a bath.”

“Am I dog?”

“You act like a bitch, at the very least.” 

“OH! Good one,” (Y/N) snarled. “I don’t need you bathing me. I can figure it out on my own.” She turned the knob, the shower turning off.

“Then why did you turn the water off?”

“So you can give me a bath.”

Mitch chuckled, looking away from (Y/N) to the bathtub. “Hot or warm?”

“Melt me.” (Y/N) replied, moving to take a seat on the edge of the bathtub.

Mitch turned the water on, pushing down the stopper for the tub. The two sat in silence while the water poured quickly into the tub. When it was filled, Mitch offered (Y/N) his hand, and helped her into the tub.

“Thank you,” (Y/N) said sincerely.

Mitch shrugged, “yeah.” He turned the water off, and went on a search for wash clothes and the shampoo and conditioner from the shower.

(Y/N) watched him wander around the small bathroom. “Grab a cup.” “Why? Do you drink soap water?”

“You’re so fucking annoying. You can use it to help rinse my hair.”

“Just dunk under the water?”

Rubbing her forehead, (Y/N) took a deep breath. “Can you just grab the cup please?”

“Any other requests? Do you want bubble bath? Should I rub your shoulders?”

“That would hurt, I imagine?”

Mitch grabbed a spare towel, setting it on the floor beside the bathtub, before resting his knees on it. “Should probably close your eyes.” He told (Y/N), dunking the cup into the water of the tub. She squeezed her eyes shut as Mitch poured the water over her head and face.

(Y/N), who hadn’t managed to close her mouth in time, turned and spit a mouthful of water onto Mitch, drenching his shirt.

Mitch recoiled, dropping the cup in the water. “Are you looking to be smacked?”

“Are you offering?”

“(Y/N),” Mitch’s tone was warning. “You’re pushing my buttons.”

(Y/N) smirked, “ah. Confirming my robot theory.”

Mitch took a deep breath, and picked the water cup up. “Tilt.”

“What?”

“Your head. Tilt it back.”

(Y/N) obliged, closing her eyes and mouth so that Mitch could wet her hair.

Mitch grabbed the shampoo when he was satisfied with the wetness of her hair, and squeezed some out into his palm. “Is this enough?” He asked, waiting for her to see the amount he held. 

“More than enough.”

Mitch rubbed the shampoo between his palms before beginning to massage it into her hair. “You know, when guys get me wet, this is usually not what happens.”

Mitch smiled, “I like keeping people on their toes.” He continued massaging the shampoo in until he felt there was enough foam. “Close your eyes again,” Mitch told her, washing the shampoo out of her hair with the water, running his fingers through her hair to make sure all of the foam rinses out.

“That feels lovely.” (Y/N) near moaned, letting her head stay lulled back. 

“What does?”

“Your fingers in my hair. You’re a lot less brutal than I thought you’d be.”

Mitch rolled his eyes, “I can be gentle you know?”

“I can feel that.”

“You know,” Mitch cleared his throat. “You are not the first girl to compliment my fingers.”

(Y/N) laughed, “careful Mitch. You’re edging closer to perv territory.”

“You’re the one who asked me to bathe you.”

“You offered,” (Y/N) defended.

“Not initially. I said no, and then you whined because your stupid shoulder hurt.”

“Ouch,” (Y/N) groaned. Mitch withdrew his hands, panicked he’d done something to hurt her.

“Are you alright?” He asked, looking her over.

“Yeah? I was saying ouch about your comment.” (Y/N) made a noise that sounded like an ‘awe’, resting her hand on her chest. “Were you worried about me?”

“No.” Mitch pulled on her hair a little, causing her to groan in pain.

“What the hell was that for?”

“Just making sure the shampoo was out.” Mitch smiled innocently at (Y/N), and picked up the conditioner.

-

(Y/N) held the towel tightly around herself, making sure to avoid touching her shoulder, watching Mitch in the bedroom search around in his suitcase. “Having trouble finding something, sport?”

“I would prefer it if you’d never call me that again.”

“What about champ?”

Mitch glanced over at her, giving her an unamused glare. “I will throw you out into the street stark naked, (Y/N).”

“You wouldn’t dare!” She countered.

“Call me one more name, and I will.”

“Okay, okay. God, you’re so touchy.”

“Says the woman who pulled me into the bathtub.”

“I still remain that you tripped trying to grab the body wash.”

“Well. Now I’ve got to find us both clothes, and I don’t think I have enough. You didn’t think your antic through, (Y/N).”

“YOU SLIPPED!”

Mitch grunted, digging through the clothes he had remaining. “Here.” He carried a pair of boxer-briefs and a black t-shirt into the bathroom, holding them out to (Y/N).

“Why are you giving me underwear?���

“So your ass is covered,” Mitch shook the clothes in front of her and she grabbed them from him.

“What are you going to wear?”

“I have other underwear, I’ll wear them. And I think I may have a pair of sweats.”

“Wonderful,” (Y/N) said deadpan. She waited for him to return to the bedroom before she dropped her towel, pulling on the pair of underwear Mitch gave her. “You know. I didn’t think I’d be in your pants this early.”

“You’re not.” Mitch remarked, sorting through the clothes on the bed.

“I’m in your panties.”

“Those are decidedly not panties.”

(Y/N) laughed, pulling the shirt on, whimpering as she did so. Mitch watched her, making sure she didn’t hurt herself, quickly averting his gaze when she had the shirt on.

“Any luck?” She asked, slowly making her way out of the bathroom, flicking the light off behind her.

Mitch shook his head, “I probably forgot them. I don’t pack very well. It’s fine.” Mitch shrugged, peeling his wet shirt off. (Y/N) had to keep herself from drooling, swallowing thickly as she looked away, concentrating on making her way to the bed.

“What are you gonna wear then? Jeans? You seem to live in that pair.”

“No.” Mitch unbuttoned his jeans, and shoved them down his legs. “I’m going to wear underwear, and sleep on the couch.”

“When did I ask where you’re gonna sleep?”

“You didn’t, I was just offering that information.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and took a seat on the bed, crossing her legs underneath herself carefully. “You don’t have to sleep on the couch, you know?”

“What’s your alternative? The floor? Are you going to make some remark about me being a dog?”

“No, you stole that joke earlier.”

“Where should I sleep then, (Y/N)?” Mitch asked, grabbing a clean pair of underwear from his suitcase. “Look away.” (Y/N) did, looking down at her hands knotting together in her lap. Mitch switched his wet underwear for a dry pair, and rest his hands on his hips. “Again I ask, where should I sleep?”

“You can sleep in the bed, Mitch. We’re adults. We can keep our tallywhackers to ourselves, can’t we?”

“I swear to God, (Y/N).” Mitch brought his left hand to his forehead, rubbing in circles. “You’re giving me a migraine.”

“I’m offering to share this bed with you! You should be grateful!”

“I don’t want you fondling me,” Mitch snickered.

“I would never want to.” (Y/N) countered, laying back against the bed, trying her hardest to keep her eyes from wandering down the dark hair below his belly button.

“I’m fine on the couch.”

“Fine!” (Y/N) huffed, moving to lay on her uninjured side, slipping her legs under the covers. “Sleep on the couch.”

“Fine.” Mitch grunted, pulling the covers back on the bed. “I’ll sleep in the stupid bed with you. Keep your hands to yourself.”

“Wouldn’t dream of touching you.”

Mitch scoffed, laying down on his back beside (Y/N). He pulled the covers up to his chest, fluffed his pillow, and turned the lamp beside him off. “Go to sleep (Y/N).” He instructed, closing his eyes.

(Y/N) watched Mitch carefully, eyes dragging over his chest, stopping on the occasional scar. She didn’t notice when Mitch opened his eyes, noticing her staring at him. “Can I help you with something?” He asked, pulling the blankets a little higher on his chest. “Would you stop staring at me? It’s unsettling.”

(Y/N) scoffed, getting more comfortable on the bed. “Thank you for changing my bandages, and bathing me, and for giving me clothes.”

Mitch nodded to signify him saying ‘you’re welcome’, closing his eyes again. “You seriously need to get some sleep, (Y/N). You need to sleep off the drugs.”

“I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.”

“You couldn’t be fine if that was your name.”

“That was your worst joke yet.”

“Goodnight, (Y/N).” Mitch rolled over, his back facing her.

“Goodnight, Mitch.” (Y/N) smiled, finally closing her eyes.

~

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