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its-a-ittle-bit-cold · 2 years ago

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This is home pt. 2

I can’t really think right now in this place

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a/n: my first post in forever

summary: The greenie arrives in the Glade. You have a sneaking sensation this one will change everything

Warnings: Fighting, language, traumatizing events, violence

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originally posted by dylanholyhellobrien

You wake up, lungs burning as you ascend. Your breath tears through you as you scramble.

Where am I whereamiWHEREAMI?

Your back presses against the metal caged wall. An elevator. It’s an elevator, going up, up up. Creaking and crunching in the shaft. with a loud bang and an alarm that chills you to the bone, the doors above open, and you have to lift your hand to block to sudden sunlight that pierced your corneas.

The noise stops. everything stops, and you sit, dripping wet, in the bottom of an elevator you don’t remember getting on.

The first day is hard. You walk around, feet bare on the soft grass trying to remember. Remember anything, at all. Not even your name, you don’t remember anything.

You’ve found yourself in a lush, green square, maybe a kilometer in each direction, forested, and you can hear a rushing river towards the lake. The kicker is: this square is surrounded by towering walls. Walls that are too tall to climb safely, walls that, is you stare at the for too long, give you the chills.

While the first day is hard, the second, you go back to the elevator and look around the boxes, unloading them one at a time and burrowing through them. Shoes, clothes, enough food for two weeks. Some plywood, and axe and a bucket.

Most chillingly, a note.

Stay alive.

You venture out into the grey walls that day, making sure you’re back well before sunset, when the cool air chills you to the bone. You make a fire and dry your clothes completely.

That first month, you alternate between exploring and building. You build the chicken pastures and coops, tackling the cows next. You plant the seeds that have been supplied for you, and gradually build up a shelter that turns into a hut. You collect moss and use old scraps of packing fabric to make yourself a mattress and a pillow.

the next month, the boys start arriving.

You welcome them to the place you’ve dubbed the Glade and introduce yourself by the name you’ve finally remembered.

Y/n.

Alby, Siggy, and Alfred listen to you. They’re good guys, but they suggest ways to get out, something you’ve tried time and time again.

You take them over to the name wall, where you’ve carved yours big and in the middle, and let them do theirs like yours.

Alfred dies first and you bury him yourself, exactly six feet under. You learn a valuable lesson that day, though.

you’re not alone.

Someone’s watching.

Two more sets of three boys show up, then a few of two, for about a year, and then one boys comes up in the elevator - the Box - every month, heralding supplies and another 30 days lost to the Maze.

You run the Maze in the days and organize the Glade on your off days. You’ve appointed everybody a place in the glade, including your best friends, Newt, Keeper of the gardens, and Minho, who you’ve resolved your position of Keeper of the Runners to, as with the arrival of more boys, there’s fires to put out on the daily. That’s not to say that you don’t run the maze, of course, but you find it depressing. Only Minho, Newt and Alby know the truth. There’s no way out. You mapped every inch of it yourself, built the map in the forbidden cartography room.

The wall of names fills. You always have the job of carving lines through the boys’ names who’ve passed, usually doing something stupid, or getting stung by the Grievers.

On the eve of your fourth year in the Maze, you and Minho are running late. Very, very late, and as you bolt around a corner at full speed, pursued by a clicking griever, you think briefly about Newt and what he’ll do once you and Minho are gone.

“Come on, Y/n!” Minho screams. You take a tight corner and speed up at the sound of the Griever slamming into the wall. It doesn’t stop.

Minho, the sweet, lovable, absolute dumbass, has slowed his own run so you can catch up.

“Run!” you scream, passing him. The Griever scrabbles and screams.

The Glade.

If you don’t shake this Griever, it will endanger the Glade.

The walls are shifting as night falls completely, you can see the opening thinning. Not fast enough. You slide through, shouting at Newt to give you the fucking spear, and then, just as Minho breaches the Glade’s threshold, you throw the spear like a javelin and hit the Griever right in its slobbering mouth. It screams and collapses, right as its body is concealed by the closing walls.

You settle down on the grass, head between your hands as you come to terms of what just happened.

You faced off a Griever.

And survived, and kept Minho alive, too.

The boys gather around the two of you, the only two runners that day, and solemnly pat your shoulders. Newt’s eyes are teary as he embraces you, someone he considers to be his younger sister. You suck in a wet gasp as you card your fingers through his hair.

“You… you need a haircut,” You tell him, trying to bring some light to the situation. Minho remarks something about liking it, and suggests that he might need to grow his out like Newt has.

“Mean hoe, if you do that, I’m disowning you.”

Minho laughs and you hug him.

Just you and your boys.

You’re out of the Glade when the Greenie arrives. Running the maze, while Ben is sick, you and Minho quickly fall back into rhythm. Out here, out in the Maze, you feel ironically free, stuck in the stone walled prison. It gives you a break from constantly putting out fires (though you do feel a little guilty leaving Alby with the incoming Greenie) and greeting yet another Greenie who is surprised that you, the only girl, are the leader. (There’s only been a few, but you’re long overdue for the next. Chuck, the most recent, is a cherubic twelve-year-old who was surprised a group of boys could do what they had alone, before meeting you. After which you adopted him as your child)

Today is a very routine day, jogging along until the sun reaches its peak, stopping and eating lunch, and then running again.

Both you and Minho know that there’s absolutely no way out, but it’s nice to pretend for a while. Minho fills your mental blankness with funny anecdotes and remarks that would sound flirty or downright creepy from anyone else but your Mean Hoe.

When the sun drops low enough to start casting shadows, you head back, having found absolutely nothing new.

Right near the eastern entrance of the Glade, Alby is introducing a wide-eyed Greenie to the last of the brief tour - one that covers about an eighth of the extensive one that you traditionally conduct the day after the elevator brings the newest boy up. You and Minho jog over, and you can just see Minho putting on his surly attitude. He nods at him.

“Greenie.”

Minho, who has done this literally every single introduction jogs away, to the map room in the woods. You roll your eyes, knowing that he’s probably patting himself on the back for another great performance.

“Hi,” you say, smiling. You offer your hand for him to shake. Shit, he’s actually cute, though. Scruffy black hair, wide copper eyes and cheekbones for days, he stares at you like you’re a mystery, which, in a Glade full of boys, you suppose you are. His touch is weirdly familiar, calloused hand gripping yours firmly. “I’m Y/n.”

Alby interrupts the moment by putting a gentle, threatening hand on the Greenie’s shoulder.

“Y/n’s the leadership around here. Shes like a sister to the boys.”

The message is clear: Y/n is off limits.

The Greenie swallows visibly, and you find yourself entranced by his adam’s apple and his chiseled collarbone. Alby clears his throat.

“Y/n, I think Clint needed your help with Mike’s leg.”

That distracts you.

“What happened? did he tear his stitches again?”

“Better go check it out.” Alby shrugs. “He looked worried.”

“And you just decided… not to ask him what was wrong?” You bid the two goodbye and storm off, muttering under your breath about stupid shucking useless boys.

After an hour of careful stitching and stapling, you and Clint successfully graft a piece of skin onto Mike’s leg. You’ve missed dinner, so the two of you stop by the kitchens to see if Fry has saved any food, and are rewarded with his famous grilled cheese sandwich, a delicacy in the Glade.

The Greenie bonfire is another tradition, where every group of Gladers celebrate another arrival around the biggest bonfire of the month. Gally makes his special mix, The cooks supply bonfire snacks later in the night, and the community of boys you’ve built celebrates together.

You gratefully accept the jar from Gally, the stony- faced keeper of the Builders, and search out Minho from the group of boys, laughing and joking around. He’s sitting with Dan, dazedly looking out into the fire, tuning out the party.

You gulp down your drink before offering him a sip. He waves it away, leaning his head on your shoulder. You ruffle his hair before catching Newt’s eye. You haven’t even talked to your other best friend all day, so you wave at him and make your way over. Minho squawks unintelligibly over losing his pillow.

“Hey, Newtie,” you greet the Keeper. He’s not yet showered, so his face has smudges of dirt and grime marring his features. “Greenie. Still no luck on the name?”

The Greenie shakes his head no, and you sigh, sitting down beside him.

“Well, we have all of tomorrow to coax it out of ya.” You sigh.

His mouth drops open and his eyes voice out okie a fish. You grab his shoulders and pull him up.

“Cmon, you’re the guest of honor. Newfie’s just been keeping you all to himself, I guess.”

You wave your hands at each group, you and Newt alternating between explaining who everyone is. Passing by the fight circle, Gally’s latest victim, Nick, runs into Thomas. You and Newt share a look, both knowing full well what Gally’s expression means.

“What’d ya say, Greenie? Wanna see what you’re made of?”

The Greenie shakes his head, but everybody’s already chanting his name. You push him lightly towards Gally, sending the Builder a pointed look. Don’t kill him on his first day.

The boys are circling. You blend back into the audience, eager to see this boy’s potential.

The fistfights are only allowed on the first day of every month, after the greenie arrives. Any other time, you’ve prohibited them from ever happening, else the boys get stuck in the Slammer for a week.

And, so what if you enjoy whooping ass during these night, proving who’s really in charge.

Gally is bigger than the greenie, and, after a few rounds, is getting cocky. This is his weakness. You and Minho share a look. It’s always difficult to know when to step in to these types of things. The Greenie suffers from it too, getting too confident and ending up hitting his head hard on the sand.

He freezes on the ground, eyes immediately finding you.

“Thomas,” he breathes out. He jumps to his feet. “I remember my name! Thomas!”

A smile splits your face, this being your favorite part of orientation, the elation of recalling something - anything.

“Thomas!” You yell, with the rest of the gladers. You’re the first to him, shaking his hand. Alby pats his back hard.

“Welcome to the Glade, Thomas.”

The sun rises and you with it, as corny as it sounds, but you have an orientation day ahead and the post sunrise glade calm is the best way to really introduce a greenie to the environment.

Thomas.

You hadn’t been able to sleep last night, turning his name over and over in your head. Why does it sound so familiar? did he mean something to you?

You weave through the maze of hammocks- the boys sleep outside when it’s hotter out - and prod thomas’s shoulder. His eyes shoot open, jerking up, mouth poised to shout. You clamp your hand over his mouth, finger to your lips.

“Get up. We have a long day ahead of us.”

“This is the Glade, the only place in the Maze we stay safe,” You explain. The watchtower is the beginning of all of your tour. “Every morning, those walls open. Every night, they close, hiding us from the monsters in the maze.

“Monsters?”

“Grievers. Nasty things. That’s why we run the maze, because there’s always a chance the walls don’t close, and we want to be out of here by the time that happens.”

Thomas looks out over the Glade. The runners are just departing. Minho and Dan.

“What if I want to be a runner?”

You purse your lips. Another one of your ponderings last night was how to break the news to him.

“Newt told you. You need to be chosen.”

“By who?”

“Me,” You say. “Newt, Alby, Minho, Gally. All the Keepers and the ones who have a say in goings on in the Glade vote to choose the new runners.”

“But-“

“I’m not saying it’s impossible. I’m saying you can’t be one immediately. That’s what today’s about. Finding your place in the Glade.”

The breakfast bell rings, Fry always vigilant on his timing.

“C’mon Thomas. Time for breakfast. Then we begin.”

He’s taking the tour, your patient answers to his every question, the Glade well enough for a greenie. Right now, he’s in the phase where he tries to find a way out.

“What about climbing the vines?”

“Tried it. That’s how Alfred died. They don’t reach the top, and even if they did, the Glade is an Island in the Maze.”

“going down in the box?”

“Doesn’t leave with someone in it.”

“what about the shaft? I saw some rope, maybe-“

“Tried it! Everything you can think of, we’ve already tried.”

You wave your hand at the wall.

“It never gets us anywhere. The best chance- the only chance we have is by running the maze.”

Thomas falls silent.

Finally, he’s come to the realization every Glader has to make.

That this is an elevator you never get off.

#thomas tmr x reader #thomas x reader #cavetown #the glade #the maze runner #maze runner imagine #minho x you #tmr minho #newt tmr #newt #newt x reader #gladers x reader #first glader!reader #leader!reader

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thelittleboyfromloveactually · 4 years ago

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No more nose kisses

Mitch rapp x reader

Warnings: cussing, mentions of injuries and blood, a little bit of angst

Promt: Mitch made a promise he knew he couldn’t keep, now he’s paying for it

Word count: 1269

My first Mitch rapp story, this man is so hot it’s not even funny. Anyhow, feedback is greatly appreciated, enjoy!

Again, not my gif! Credit to @dylanholyhellobrien!

Working as a CIA agent was hard, coming home injured, keeping secrets, not being able to have a family. But it was all part of the job. And I knew that every mission I completed, every terrorist I killed, I saved hundreds of lives. Another thing that sucks though, don’t fall in love, no feelings at all, happy, sad, whatever they are, you can’t have them. But sometimes you can’t help falling In love, no many how many times you are told to not get attached, you just can’t help it. Especially when the person you love is extremely hot, and loving and kind. Normally I would tell myself to forget it, but it’s hard to do that when you see them every single day, when you share a bed with them, when they save your ass. So sometimes you just give into that love. Just hoping that they feel the same way. And lucky for me, my love did. Mitch Rapp.

It all started when I was new to the CIA. Mitch seemed to hate me at first but then suddenly he offered to help me with my aim (which may I add was the only thing I could do, I beat all their asses in combat). We began friends, kinda. Mitch was always so reserved but if I’m being completely honest, I was too. It stayed the kinda friends way until we were assigned to a mission to stop some idiots with a nuke. We had to spend 90% of the time with each other. And by the end of the mission we had slept together, he had told me about his past, and mine to him, and I thought I was falling in love with him. No, I *knew* I was falling in love with him. We are….together now, I guess. Together as we can be at least, it is mostly private, it for safety. Cant have the enemy finding out that we have feelings for each other, because, and I quote, “it could be used against us”. Mitch had given me the whole speech, and so had Stan. He noticed how me and Mitch were together and picked up on it guess. Mitch is the best, even though we know our future is no where near certain he still loves me like no one else has. Sometimes though he makes some stupid decision and decides to risk his life even more than he already has to. Disobeying Stans orders (though sometimes he’s right to), being so selfless. After an accident in Russia I made him promise to not to do it anymore, some promises hold for a lifetime, other are meant to be broken, but some promises there was no point in making.

“What the hell was that out there?!” I shouted “were you trying to get yourself killed?!” Yet again we were “home” from a mission, having the same exact fight, he had done something stupid again, and I was angry... again. But this time he had broken a promise.

“Calm down Y/N I’m alive, aren’t I?” He said calmly

“Barely! You have a broken nose, your eyebrow may never be the same, and you have cuts and bruises everywhere!” I paused trying to control myself. He sat down on the edge of the bed looking down, I walked over to him and kneeled down in from of him, grabbing his hands in mine. “Mitch I love you! And you know that! You promised that you wouldn’t do this anymore. I don’t think you know what it does to me to see you hurt. I love how much you care about saving people, and I love you for that. But sometimes please please think about yourself, or if that’s to hard think of me. I can’t live without you Mitch. If you died I-“ I paused not know what to say. Mitch Looked up at me. “I don’t even know what I would do, you know what happened last time. I would be able to handle it again.” I felt a tear run down my cheek, then a thumb wiping it away.

“I’m sorry Y/N” he said tilting my chin up to look it him

“I know I know” I sighed

“It’s my job” he stated

“It’s mine too, what if I did that every time? What if I jumped in front of guns, what would you do?”

“You wouldn’t do that” he said now looking away from me

“Because I care about you, and I know that you would hate me every time, but what if I did?”

“I couldn’t never hate you, but ya, I guess I would be mad and scared, but I’m already scared”

“Exactly Mitch! Try to understand that that’s how I feel” I said putting his hands back in mine “I can’t fucking lose you”

Mitch looked at me, there was anger and annoyance in his eyes, but also love and sadness, pity and a hint of understanding

It was silent, for way to long, I cleared my throat and stood up, “I’m gonna clean you up” I stated walking toward to bathroom to go get the first aid kit

When I got back his shirt was off and he looked sad

“Are you ok?” I asked, I hated that when I said it it sounded blank, it didn’t sound like I cared

“I can’t fucking lose you either Y/N” he said

A breath of relief left my body.

“I love you” I said

He stood up and walked over to me, he took my face in his hands and kissed me

“I love you too” he said smiling “I’m sorry”

“I know you are, but because you were so reckless-“ I was cut off by a grown from Mitch

“Seriously Y/N? Just enjoy the moment babe” he said

“Let me finish, because you were so reckless, you must be punished” I said crowing my arms

Mitch smirked “oh really?” He said kissing my neck “what did you have in mind” hi hands traveled over my body but I cut him off, resisting the temptation to give into him

“No more nose kisses until your nose is healed” I said

“What?” He said, his face turning serious

“You got your nose broken, you don’t get nose kisses”

“But-“ he started before I cut him off again, not daring to look into his beautiful whisky eyes. I knew he was going to try to make me change my mind.

“Nope, no buts”

“Please I need nose kisses”

“And I need you to stop being stupid out in the field”

“Well I guess we all need things” he said, “why don’t we compromise?”

“Nope sorry Mr man, no can do, now let me fix you up” I demanded

“Ugh fine” he pouted like a little boy

He sat down on the bed and I began to clean his wounds, I started with his split open eyebrow, then his nose, working my way down his body. Once I finished, I couldn’t resist, I went up and kissed him on the nose. His eyes lit up, and he smiled.

“You said no more nose kisses sweetheart” he said pulling me to sit on his lap

“I know what I said, but I guess I’m too nice, I couldn’t resist” I said smiling kissing him

He pulled me down on the bed and flipped me over so that he was on top of me. He kept kissing me

“I love you” he said in between kisses

“Show me” I said knowing I was in for a restless night

#mitch rapp #american assassin #mitch rapp x reader #dylan obrien

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theinternetisfulloftrash · 3 years ago

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tell me why even his handwriting is attractive to me?

gifs by: @dylanholyhellobrien

Ugh! I know!

It's everything about this asshole. I swear. How about we all pretend that he wrote this note to us?

😩 I'm so damn weak for this mannn... gah!

#dylan o'brien #his charmingly messy handwriting and use of little smiley faces in his notes makes me happy #ask #abstractplant #nice work on the gif credit ;)

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teenwolfnation · 4 years ago

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Imagine Stiles nervously looking for you in the stands at the first lacrosse game he would actually play in.

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Gifs: @dylanholyhellobrien

#Dylan O’Brien #Dylan O’Brien imagines #Dylan O’Brien fanfiction #Dylan O’Brien gifs #stiles stilinski gifs #stiles stilinski imagines #stiles stilinski fanfiction #stiles stilinski #teen wolf #teen wolf imagines #teen wolf fanfiction #teen wolf gifs

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dylanholyhellobrien · 4 years ago

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#dylan o'brien #thomas #the death cure #tdc #tomuary #dylanholyhellobrien

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mathewmurdocks · 3 years ago

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tagged by @skywalkrers to post my lockscreen (it was drawn by the amazing and talented @dylanholyhellobrien ♥️), last song i listened to, and last saved picture. 🥰🥰

tagging @mcudaredevil @tiimothy-olyphant @natasharomanovf @daredevile @nikolai-llantsov

#again sorry for the tags djfjskfkow #tag game

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dylanholyhellobrien · 7 years ago

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Hoooooly shit. One thing is me being nominated, but for kindest blogger?? Me?? Wow. I'd never seen that one coming but damn, thank you so much nonnie. Really💙

@dylanholyhellobrien for the Scott award x

Scott Award: Kindest Blogger

@dylanholyhellobrien congrats! you’ve been nominated for Kindest Blogger!

Thanks so much for participating nonnie!

#this made my day #dont know how to react #kindest blogger #really????#dylanholyhellobrien

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dylinski · 5 years ago

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I BELIEVE IN YOU AS MUCH AS MERLIN BELIEVES IN ARTHUR ❤❤ (just thought you deserve some cheesy love during these awful quarantine days)

IM??? IM CRY!!!!

fbdkskxjdjdjs i love you so fucking much 🥺🥺🥺

#omfg #michelleeeeeee #im-#fhdidkdisjsj #my heart 🥺🥺🥺#thats a whole ass lot of believin #😘😘😘😘😘#im love you 💞#youre too good for me #💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞#soulmate tag #answered #dylanholyhellobrien

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aathepenguin · 7 years ago

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Whenever you try to talk to me, but you’ve a dog/puppie with you, I would NEVER listen to you, caring more about your little fluffy friend(s).

SORRY, NOT SORRY

#dogsaddicted #dylan o'brien #dylanholyhellobrien #dylanobrien #dylan #dylanedit #dylangif #dylan obrien gif #interview #dobedit #dobgif

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sheerfreesia007 · 5 years ago

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The Woman Next Door Pt. 4

Title: The Woman Next Door Pt. 4

Fandom: American Assassin

Pairing: Mitch Rapp x Reader

Author: @sheerfreesia007

Words: 1,933

Warnings: Suggestive Flirting, Making Out, Cursing (maybe? I can’t remember I’m too lazy to reread this right now.), a little angsty

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

Author Notes: Another chapter for the Mitchtober event hosted by @writingsbychlo. We’re getting further and further into their relationship now! I’m so excited to share this. I love their easy friendship that’s morphing now. Let me know what y’all think!

Gif Credit: @dylanholyhellobrien

The TV flickered in the low light of her apartment and Mitch smiled softly as he turned his head to see her curled up underneath a blanket that she had piled up onto her couch. The months had quickly ticked by and Mitch soon found himself over at her apartment almost every day or night either just lazily hanging out together and being her taste tester when she baked for the floor of neighbors or having dinner with her before the two of them slumped onto the couch to catch up on a show that she liked or a movie that he had wanted to see but never had the chance.

The CIA had kept him out of assignments for the time being since his last one so that he could decompress, which he was grateful for since it gave him more time with her. He had found over the two months time that he was starting to become comfortable with having her in his life. She made things easy and effortless and he loved that about their relationship. She never asked questions about his career or his past which was a little odd to him but he figured if she wanted to know she would ask. She asked questions about the type of man he was today and now. She seemed to only care about who he was right this very second and didn’t give much thought to how he had become this man. Or at least that’s what he thought.

There were times when he’d see her eyes dart around his face while they were talking and get this far off look on her face as if she was thinking really hard about something. But then she’d shake her head and smile brightly at him and continue on with the conversation. It was during those moments he wondered if she wanted to ask him about his past or his career. But she never did and she never gave any cue or indication that she wanted to.

Just then the show paused on the tv and he turned to see her placing the remote back onto the couch before she stood from the blanket.

“Heading to the bathroom, don't watch it without me.” she warned and he held up his hands in mock surrender. He knew how she got when he would watch ahead of her and the angry little pout that she would wear was one of the cutest things about her he had found out that one time. It had almost dropped him to his knees when she had pouted at him when he finished an episode without her. Her eyes had crackled angrily and her bottom lip had jutted out while her arms crossed over her chest. He had apologized profusely to her and promised on his grave that he would never watch ahead of her again until she had relented and they had rewound the episode to where she had stopped.

He smiled softly at the memory of that night with her. His pocket vibrated softly and he quickly pulled his cellphone out to see he had a text from Hurley advising that he was needed at the compound early the next morning. Sighing softly he shifted in his seat and tried to shove his phone back into his pocket. It was as his hand was pulling back out of his pocket that his wallet slipped out and landed with a soft thud onto the floor. He looked down and felt his heart seize in his chest. The old picture of him and Katrina had fallen out of his wallet and was staring up at him in the dim light of her living room.

Leaning forward he swiped his wallet from the floor along with the small picture. His hands no longer shook when he held the photo but it still made his breath leave his lungs when he saw the happy smile of the woman he had lost. Groaning softly he throws his head back onto the back of the couch.

“What am I doing?” he asked softly before his eyes darted back down to the photo. They had been so happy in that moment, so carefree. He could remember how light he felt when around Katrina, much like how he felt when he was around 5H. The friendly baner between the two of them had continued and Mitch found that he enjoyed her quick wit and sarcastic mouth. He had often caught himself watching her mouth as she talked with him and he would sometimes imagine what it would feel like if he just leaned closer and kissed her. But he had never followed through with that much to his regret.

A creak of the floorboards alerted him to her presence as she walked back into the living room. He quickly slipped the photo back into his wallet and stowed his wallet in his pocket. Her eyes had followed his hand movements and he wondered if she had seen the picture. But when she plopped back onto the couch and got settled in the corner on her side of the couch with the blanket wrapped completely around her again she didn’t give any evidence that she was going to ask about it.

When her hand reached out to grab the remote her fingers brushed against his own hand that was laying atop the couch cushions next to the remote. He sucked in a breath when he felt the electricity from her touch race across his skin. Turning his head to look at her he saw the soft blush gracing her cheeks and her eyes avoid his while she stared at the tv screen.

“Sorry.” she said softly before pressing play on the remote. He shook his head and smirked softly at her. Ever since that night a few months ago where it had seemed like she wanted something more there had been little touches between the two of them. Light brushes of hands or her falling asleep on him during their movie nights. She would normally be the one to pull away and apologize while he had come to be the one to want to lean in for more. At first he had been confused by his developing feelings for her but over time he came to the decision that he wanted to see where this relationship would go if he let it. If he didn't hold himself back. He just hadn't had the time to tell her that's what he wanted yet.

“It’s okay.” he said in response and scooted closer to her on the couch. Her head whipped over to look at him before her eyes darted back to the tv show. "I've got time for one more episode but then I gotta head to bed, work texted and said I have to go in tomorrow." He said softly as the credits rolled for the finished episode. Her head turned to him again and he moved much closer to her to the point where they were only a few inches apart now.

"Oh. Do you just wanna call it a night then? So you get enough sleep?" She asked softly her eyes darting up to his own. He smiled softly at her, she was always worried if he got enough sleep or if he was taking care of himself. It was nice having someone want to look after him again, it was nice someone cared about him enough to need to know he was doing alright.

"I guess I should but I don't want to leave." He said with a dejected shrug of his shoulders. He heard her soft chuckle and her hand came up to cup his cheek without thinking. Mitch smiled down at her and leaned into her hand his own hand coming up to keep hers on his cheek as he saw her realize what she had done. He tried to reassure her with his eyes that this was okay but he still felt her hand twitch against his cheek.

"Don't worry I'll be here when you get home. I'm off tomorrow. So I won't be offended if you go home now." She explained and he smiled again at her as he subconsciously moved closer.

"So dinner and a movie tomorrow night?" He asked softly and she grinned before she nodded.

"Sounds good to me Rapp." She quipped back and he grinned.

"I love it when you say my name like that." He confessed softly and saw her eyes widen slightly. His hand that was on hers slid down her arm and cupped her elbow tugging her slightly closer to him. She moved closer without thinking and soon they were almost chest to chest sharing the air between them.

"Stop fucking teasing Rapp I can't take it anymore." She groaned out before her other hand came up to his other cheek and she pulled him in for a soft chaste kiss. Mitch felt his heart skip in his chest as he felt her soft lips slide against his. He groaned softly before wrapping his arms around her waist and hauled her against his chest before he laid her back on the couch.

His head tilted to the side and his lips slanted to deepen the kiss. Desire hot like a flame burst to life in his lower stomach and began to lick at his core muscles. Affection for the woman under him filled his body till all he could think about was her. He felt his heart thudding in his chest and the air in his lungs slowly leak out until he couldn't breathe anymore. Pulling away the two of them gasped for air and he stared down at her. Her eyes were widened at what she had done and her lips were parted as panting breath ghosted past them.

"If I knew you kissed like that I would've gotten my feelings together way sooner." Mitch said with a smirk and she laughed brightly before shoving him.

"Get off asshole. No more kisses for you with that sass." She bantered back to him and he smirked at how effortless she made this.

"Oh no no no. You can't do that, you can't just threaten to take away kisses. Especially kisses like those." He teased and her face flushed pleasantly as she ducked her head.

His hand came up under her chin to tilt her head up to look at him. He smirked again and leant down to press another deep passionate kiss to her lips. Her hands gripped onto his shirt at his sides and one of her legs hooked around his waist. He groaned and leaned up away from her. "As much as I'd like to continue I have work in the morning."

"Fine." She huffed out. "Might as well leave now before I don't let you leave." Mitch chuckled softly before pressing a quick peck to her lips. He stood and she followed as she walked him out of her apartment. At her door he pressed another kiss to her lips quickly and she rolled her eyes with a grin forming on her lips. "Beat it lover boy. Come by for dinner tomorrow night. " she instructed him with her index finger pointing adorably at him. He nodded his head eagerly as he stepped out into the hallway.

"Yes ma'am. Goodnight 5H." He said softly with a wicked grin. "Sweet dreams." And with that he was striding down the hall feeling light and happy all because of a caring woman who could kiss the breath out of his body.

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