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xoxokiaraaxoxo · 2 years

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I posted 26 times in 2022

That's 13 more posts than 2021!

6 posts created (23%)

20 posts reblogged (77%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@earthtoharlow

@goldensonlyangel

@l0caltiredgirl

@multistann

@reidselle

I tagged 6 of my posts in 2022

#fezco x reader - 3 posts

#dominic fike x reader - 3 posts

#tom holland x reader - 3 posts

#euphoria - 2 posts

#peter parker x reader - 2 posts

#euphoria imagine - 2 posts

#brad simpson x reader - 2 posts

#nate jacobs x reader - 2 posts

#angus cloud x reader - 2 posts

#vinnie hacker x reader - 2 posts

Longest Tag: 33 characters

#tom holland peter parker x reader

My Top Posts in 2022:

MASTERLIST

Fezco:

-Butterflies

Dominic Fike:

- Headcanon: Dating Dominic

Tom Holland:

- Love Songs (Peter Parker)

Brad Simpson:

-coming soon

Zabdiel De Jesus:

-coming soon

Nate Jacobs:

-coming soon

Calum Hood:

-coming soon

Vinnie Hacker:

-coming soon

99 notes - Posted January 9, 2022

REQUESTS

Hey loves! I wanted to start a blog cause I enjoy reading the works of others. I wanna take requests from those who would like to submit any. The people I will write for are listed below, if there is someone different you would like me to write for, put it in the request! I don't have many rules, but if I don't feel comfortable with a request I will not write it. Please give me some time if you do request something I will definitely try to get it done asap. I don't mind writing smut but I am definitely not the best at it. If you have any requests you can submit them in the request link on my account! Thank you so much!

Rules:

-Please be respectful

-Specify the gender pronouns, I will assume female pronouns

-Please be specific in the details of your request

-Please be specific in character preferences

I will write:

-Scenarios

-Headcanons

-Oneshots

-Fluff, Angst, Suggestive Content

I will not write:

-Anything that I am not comfortable with writing

-Anything that may offend someone's sexuality, gender, identity, or ethnicity

-Dylan O'Brien (Stiles Stilinksi, Mitch Rapp, Thomas)

-Sebastian Stan (Bucky Barnes)

-5 Seconds of Summer

-Calum Hood

-Luke Hemmings

-Ashton Irwin

-Michael Clifford

-Jack Harlow

-Kian Lawley

-JC Caylen

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116 notes - Posted January 8, 2022

Love Songs

Summary: You and Peter are best friends and get seated together on the plane for the trip to Europe. Thanks to turbulence you and Peter have a moment.

Requested by @gpiggy98

A/N: Thank you so much for your request! I paired this imagine with Love Songs by Maggie Lindemann, listen to it while reading it! Enjoy, let me know what you think!

Pairing: Peter Parker (Tom's) x You

Word Count: 870 words

Warnings: Fluff

https://youtu.be/C84k1OgZre4

You and Peter have been best friends since you moved into the apartment next door to him. You two were always together, most people assumed the two of you were dating. But that wasn't the case you were just friends. Every time someone would ask if you were a couple Peter was always quick to tell them you were just friends. It was freshman year that you felt different when he would call you his best friend. Then it hit you realized you had a crush on Peter. You knew you needed to keep it a secret.

You were getting ready to go to the airport for the Europe trip. A knock on the door lets you know that Peter is ready to go. You go to let him in and you see the way he looks at you with his cute smile

"Hey Pete"

"Hey, you ready yet? I called for the taxi it should be here in like five minutes"

"Yea, give me a second to grab my stuff," you tell him walking towards your room to grab your bag

"Let me help you," he says when you walk back out pulling your suitcase.

"I got it," you tell him.

"No, let me be a gentleman and help you," he smiles.

You grin at his antics and let him get the suitcase. He grabs your suitcase along with his and you two go to the elevator to the lobby of your building to get into your taxi. He puts your bags in the trunk and you get in the taxi.

"Are you excited?" he asks you

"Yes, but I'm a little nervous. I've never been on a plane before" you tell him honestly.

"You'll be okay, hopefully, we get paired up to sit together," he says with the smile that gives you butterflies

When the two of you get to the airport you check in your bags, go through security and meet up with the rest of the people going on the trip. You and Peter check in with the teachers and let them know you guys are there. Peter goes to say hi to Ned, while you find a spot to sit. The teacher then calls for everyone to come over, that they have announcements to make on how things will work when we reach Prague. You pretty much zone out for most of the speech due to mostly everyone talking over them. You pay attention when they say something regarding seating on the plane

"You can sit with who you want, you all need to pair up, you are all old enough to make smart decisions on where you sit, please make good choices"

You feel eyes on you, you instantly look up to find Peter looking at you smiling. When the teacher finishes their speech, Peter walks over to you.

“You ready to go,” he asks you

“Yup”

The two of you follow the rest of the group into the line to check-in. You scan your ticket and walk on the plane with Peter. The two of you find your seats, put your bags up and sit for the flight. You take the window seat and Peter sits in the middle. You start feeling a bit nervous when the plane gets going. Peter taps your leg you look at him passing you an earbud. You put it on hearing one of your favorite songs playing

"I'll take away the hurt"

"Tell me all your fears"

"And if you're feelin' scared, I'll be here"

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218 notes - Posted January 22, 2022

Dating Dominic Headcanon

Pairing: Dominic Fike x You

Request by @gaiath: Hi can I please request dating Headcanons for Dominic Fike?

A/N: Thank you for your request! Hope you enjoy!

-Dominic always come to you for your opinion on his outfits

-He always tries to take you with him wherever he goes

-He's always there for you no matter what

-He calls you babydoll

-He loves seeing you get along with his family especially his mom and his little sister

-The two of you take his sister out whenever you go to Florida

-He takes you to Naples to show you where he grew up

-He loves to go on trips with you

-He loves going on adventures with you

-You always go to the studio to watch him record

-You help him with writing songs

-He takes you with him on set for Euphoria

-He loves to spoil you

-You to go to all of his shows

-He's always holding your hand

-He loves to cuddle with you

-He loves to just be in your presence

344 notes - Posted January 15, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Butterflies

Summary: You and Fezco never really hung out or got to know each other. But when you two end up sharing a blunt alone, things get a little heated.

Pairing: Fezco x You

Warnings: Smoking, Mentioning of drugs, Language

Word Count: 1,054 words

You and Rue have been friends for years, when you found out she ended up in rehab you honestly were terrified. You always told her that she needed to stop, you never did anything stronger than smoke weed.

Rue just texted you that she was on her way to your house to hang out. Knowing Rue that meant she wanted to go get some stuff from Fez. That's all the two of you did together anymore since she got outta rehab and she became friends with Jules.

You hear a knock coming from the window, you look over to see Rue standing there.

"Hey bitch" you say letting her in.

"Wassup, you ready?" she asks.

"Yea, where we goin'?" you ask her already having an idea.

"To Fez's to chill," she says.

You two walk outside and start your walk to the gas station, it's about a twenty-minute walk from where you live.

"Where you been lately?" you ask Rue

"Around, with Jules mostly," she tells you

"What's up with you two? You dating" you ask

"Kinda, not really. All I know is, I like her a lot" she says

You smile, you've never seen her like this. You two finally make it to Fez's. Rue starts knocking on the door mad hard. Ash opens the door looking mad asf

"Why the fuck you knockin' like the cops' bro?" he asks

"Cause I can," Rue says walking in the house

"Hey Ash," you say walking in after Rue

"Come right in then," Ash says closing the door behind us

Rue and I walk into the house and into the living room. Fez is sitting on the couch on his phone. He looks up to see who walked in

"Rue I told you I'm not giving you any more drugs," he tells her

"C'mon Fez, I just need a couple," Rue says

"No Rue, you just got outta rehab and shit. You needa stop messin' with this shit" he tells her

Her phone starts ringing, she answers it and talks for a minute. She hangs up the phone

"I gotta go," she says getting up and leaving without a word. Once the door slams shut. Fezco looks at me and asks

"What'd you need?"

"Just give me my regular," you say now wanting to get outta his house.

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ao3feed-stevebucky · 2 years

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Oneshots

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/9j2TYPW

by thiamlovestory

just some random one shots i've wrote

Words: 39, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: House of the Dragon (TV), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Stranger Things (TV 2016), 9-1-1 (TV), 9-1-1: Lone Star (TV 2020), Reign (TV), Teen Wolf (TV), The 100 (TV), Star Wars - All Media Types, Grey's Anatomy, The Rookie (TV 2018), The Originals (TV), Outer Banks (TV), Shadow and Bone (TV), Dream SMP, Riverdale (TV 2017), Wednesday (TV 2022), Shadowhunters (TV), Merlin (TV), Julie and The Phantoms (TV 2020), X-Men - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Witcher (TV), Shameless (US), Legacies (TV 2018), Fear Street Trilogy (TV), The Walking Dead (TV), The Maze Runner (Movies), The Black Phone (2022), The Umbrella Academy (TV), The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M, M/M, F/F

Characters: James Potter, Lily Evans Potter, Jonathan Byers, Nancy Wheeler, Stiles Stilinski, Malia Tate, Francis de Valois (Reign), Mary Stuart (Reign), Peter Parker, John Murphy (The 100), Raven Reyes (The 100), Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen, Lucerys Velaryon (Son of Rhaenyra), Daemon Targaryen, Rhaenyra Targaryen, Derek Hale, Theo Raeken, Liam Dunbar, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Anakin Skywalker, Allison Argent, Lydia Martin, James "Bucky" Barnes

Relationships: James Potter/Lily Evans Potter, Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen/Lucerys Velaryon (Son of Rhaenyra), Daemon Targaryen/Rhaenyra Targaryen, Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker, Hope Mikaelson/Lizzie Saltzman, Lydia Martin/Mitch Rapp, Allison Argent/Lydia Martin, Mary Stuart/Francis de Valois (Reign), John Murphy/Raven Reyes (The 100), Clarke Griffin/Roan, Meredith Grey/Derek Shepherd, Liam Dunbar/Theo Raeken, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Erik Lehnsherr/Charles Xavier, Qui-Gon Jinn/Obi-Wan Kenobi, Wanda Maximoff/Natasha Romanov, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Sarah Cameron/John B. Routledge

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/9j2TYPW

#ao3feed #steve rogers #bucky barnes #stevebucky #stucky #steve/bucky #stevexbucky #fanfic

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ao3feed-the100 · 2 years

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Oneshots

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/xKBhEJN

by thiamlovestory

just some random one shots i've wrote

Words: 39, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M, M/M, F/F

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/xKBhEJN

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #the 100 #the 100 fic

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ao3feed-tolkien · 2 years

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Oneshots

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/jq2P59u

by thiamlovestory

just some random one shots i've wrote

Words: 39, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M, M/M, F/F

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/jq2P59u

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Tolkien #JRR Tolkien #Tolkien works #ao3 #fan fiction

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ao3feed-obikin · 2 years

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Oneshots

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/45836482 by thiamlovestory just some random one shots i've wrote Words: 39, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: House of the Dragon (TV), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Stranger Things (TV 2016), 9-1-1 (TV), 9-1-1: Lone Star (TV 2020), Reign (TV), Teen Wolf (TV), The 100 (TV), Star Wars - All Media Types, Grey's Anatomy, The Rookie (TV 2018), The Originals (TV), Outer Banks (TV), Shadow and Bone (TV), Dream SMP, Riverdale (TV 2017), Wednesday (TV 2022), Shadowhunters (TV), Merlin (TV), Julie and The Phantoms (TV 2020), X-Men - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Witcher (TV), Shameless (US), Legacies (TV 2018), Fear Street Trilogy (TV), The Walking Dead (TV), The Maze Runner (Movies), The Black Phone (2022), The Umbrella Academy (TV), The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/M, M/M, F/F Characters: James Potter, Lily Evans Potter, Jonathan Byers, Nancy Wheeler, Stiles Stilinski, Malia Tate, Francis de Valois (Reign), Mary Stuart (Reign), Peter Parker, John Murphy (The 100), Raven Reyes (The 100), Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen, Lucerys Velaryon (Son of Rhaenyra), Daemon Targaryen, Rhaenyra Targaryen, Derek Hale, Theo Raeken, Liam Dunbar, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Anakin Skywalker, Allison Argent, Lydia Martin, James "Bucky" Barnes Relationships: James Potter/Lily Evans Potter, Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen/Lucerys Velaryon (Son of Rhaenyra), Daemon Targaryen/Rhaenyra Targaryen, Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker, Hope Mikaelson/Lizzie Saltzman, Lydia Martin/Mitch Rapp, Allison Argent/Lydia Martin, Mary Stuart/Francis de Valois (Reign), John Murphy/Raven Reyes (The 100), Clarke Griffin/Roan, Meredith Grey/Derek Shepherd, Liam Dunbar/Theo Raeken, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Erik Lehnsherr/Charles Xavier, Qui-Gon Jinn/Obi-Wan Kenobi, Wanda Maximoff/Natasha Romanov, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Sarah Cameron/John B. Routledge read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/45836482

#IFTTT #Obikin #AO3feed #Star Wars

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strangerquinns · 3 years

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i bet you haven't done a "mitch rapp where he's uncharacteristically a clumsy little nervous shit around the reader, who likes to blush and get tongue-tied to the point where it's nonsensical noises and childish giggles that slip past his lips instead"

BAM. BOOM. KAPOW. mic drop

Mitch Rapp x Reader

It was rare for someone to make Mitch Rapp tongue-tied, but it seems you bring that side out of him

non-canon Mitch Rapp?

fluff

It was another weekend at Stan's cabin after a mission, something that wasn't an odd occurrence for Mitch. Any time the missions were a little too long or a little too hard, Stan invited Mitch out to the infamous cabin. But whenever Mitch came out there was something else he knew was going to be a factor in his weekend.

You

It had been a long time since someone was able to break through the hard shell that Mitch placed around himself. Since Katrina - no one was able to make him feel nervous and have that "new crush" feeling. But when he met you it was like that spark he'd been missing out on came back. And came back hard.

But you were Stan's daughter and that, to Mitch, meant that you were off-limits.

When he walked into the cabin and dropped his bag beside the stairs, he could hear someone moving around towards the back. Stan always told him to make himself home whenever he was invited out, so Mitch had no problem just walking into the home. But when he walked into the kitchen he felt his heart stop for a moment. His body was instantly hit with nerves and he could feel his palms become sweaty.

You were standing with your back to him. The kitchen smelled of whatever you were cooking on the stove - and it smelled amazing. You wore only a pair of cut-off shorts and a tank top, the heat of the summer already making its way into the cabin. The windows were left open to let some of the cool air from the lake in.

Mitch rubbed his hands over the thigh of his pants before walking further into the room.

"H-Hey..." He spoke, his voice shaky.

Mitch cleared his throat a couple of times before speaking again. But you'd already turned to face him at the sound of his voice. Having your eyes on him only made him more nervous. He couldn't stop the nervous giggle that slipped through his lips.

"Mitch! Hi," You spoke with a wide smile spreading across your face. "How are you?"

You walked around the counter, and in your excitement, wrapped your arms around the agent. Mitch was stiff for a moment before his arms wrapped around your body. He held you tightly to his chest for a moment before he felt you step back away from him.

He could smell your perfume and the shampoo you'd used this morning. It was a smell that only seemed to send his heart racing.

When you stepped out of his arms another nervous laugh sounded from him. Mitch internally cringed as he heard it and reached a hand up to scratch the back of his neck.

"Y-Yeah...uh...can't pass up on a weekend here." Mitch's lips turned up in a slightly nervous smile.

You were too nervous yourself to notice the slight pink color that graced his cheeks as he stood in front of you. When your father told you that he'd invited Mitch up to the cabin for the weekend it was like you couldn't wipe the smile on your face.

Stan had a feeling that you had a crush on Mitch. You weren't that great at hiding it. But neither was Mitch. Stan got a kick from watching the two of you stumble of your words.

"...Is uh...y-you're dad here?" Mitch asked after a moment.

"Oh...um, yeah. He's already out at the dock. Couldn't get out there fast enough to catch some fish."

You walked back towards the stove to check on the food that you were making. Mitch stood there for a moment to watch you before walking out the sliding door towards the dock you'd mentioned. But before he passed through the door, he stopped and looked back towards you...causing him to trip slightly. You bit your cheek to stop the laugh that wanted to come out as Mitch stumbled out the door.

You heard the soft, "Fuck," as he walked away.

The first day went by smoothly. He fished with Stan for a while, headed back for the dinner you made, drank a few beers. As night fell over the woods the three of you headed out to the firepit as the summer night began to cool. Mostly you sat there and listened to Stan and Mitch tell stories. Your eyes on the brunette the entire time.

"I'm heading upstairs, you two kids have fun ok?" Stan spoke after finishing another beer.

You whispered a soft goodnight to him as he passed, Mitch doing the same. A comfortable silence fell between the two of you as you watched and listened to the fire in front of you.

"Out of everyone that my dad invites up here, I think you're the only one he invites more than once." You spoke, "Only other time this place has people in it is when new recruits are here."

Mitch nods his head and lets out a soft laugh, "Yeah remember those days."

"First time wasn't that bad,"

"You knocked me on my ass," Mitch spoke with a wide smile, "I don't think anyone has knocked me to the ground that hard since either."

You blushed and looked down towards your lap, before looking back towards his warm eyes. "Yeah, dad likes to use that trick still."

"And I'm sure every time you knock 'em breathless."

"Maybe," You whispered before bringing your bottle to your lips and taking another drink.

Mitch began to fidget with the sleeves of his zip-up as he sat beside you. Suddenly he was very aware of how close you were sitting beside him. How if he really wanted to, he could lean over and kiss your soft lips. His eyes moved back towards you and watched as you fidgeted with the bottle in your hands

"I'm glad that you came up," You spoke and shifted your gaze back to him.

Mitch opened his mouth a few times to say something, but it was like suddenly his mind went blank. All he could focus on was how pretty you looked in the soft glow of the fire. His hand reached up and caressed a piece of hair from your face that had fallen out of your clip. Your skin felt soft and warm under his touch.

Without even fully realizing it, Mitch slowly began to lean forward till his lips brushed against yours. Your breath hitched for a moment. Your eyes shifted to look up to his eyes and then his lips.

"Mitch...kiss me..." You whispered softly against his lips.

Mitch nervously leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours in a gentle kiss. His confidence seemed to build as the two of you kissed.

But the butterflies still fluttered in his stomach with you pressed against him.

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harringtonstilinski · 3 years

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Summary: Mitch and Y/N have been best friends since she moved to Massachusetts at the ripe old age of twelve.

After their parents died, Mitch and his brother moved in with Y/N. Mitch started getting into trouble at school for behavioral issues.

Years pass, and Mitch & Y/N get into the same college; Syracuse University! It’s there where he meets Katrina, the claimed love of his life.

After losing Katrina to a terrorist attack at the beach in Spain, Mitch came back and he wasn’t himself. Training day in and day out, he had one goal in mind; to get payback at the person who killed his love.

After getting word about what happened and seeing the events on the news at her work, Y/N gets assigned to write an article about the events before the CIA recruits her. Feelings and anger arise as they both are assigned to the same team and mission.

Will they rekindle their friendship? Will something happen between the two of them? Who knows!

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status: writing process / posting

posted on: part 1; march 22, 2022 | part 2 ; march 28, 2022 | part 3 ; writing

characters: mitch rapp x reader

universe: american assassin

prompt: you’ve shown me what love can feel like

parts: one-shot OR three or more part series

smut: if the story calls for it at the time of writing

requested: no

parts/chapters: 3 (pt1 - pre-assassin ; pt2 - assassin movie events ; pt3 - post-assassin)

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#what love can feel like #mitch rapp #mitch rapp x reader #mitch rapp oneshot #mitch rapp mini series #mitch rapp smut #stilinskiparker #WLCFL

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all-alone-he-turns-to-stone · 4 years

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Daughter of War

Part 2

Summary: It’s been month since she’s been kidnapped. Everyone think she’s gone, everyone moved on. She lost hope of being rescued. Until she’s put in the closet of a certain boat. And a certain assassin happens to be there too.

Requested by anon: Can you do a Mitch Rapp x reader where she is hurleys daughter and she went missing a while back because ghost kidnapped her so when he’s fighting Mitch on the boat she’s in a closet on the boat and mitch takes her with him and she reunites with her dad

Characters: Stan Hurley, Mitch Rapp, Ghost, Reader

Word Count: 2331

A/n: So I finally found the courage to post this fic! (Cause like aways I think it sucks) Yes, it was about time! So this isn’t proofreaded, as always, sorry for any mistakes, and thank you, anon who requested this, and I hope you like it! Feedback are always appreciated!

She was the daughter of a veteran.

It was how everyone remembered her. In the past. No name, no identity of her own. She was just the daughter of a veteran who was no longer there. For months, her disappearance had remained without news. People began to think of the worst. Then she ceased to exist in the eyes of everyone. All considered her dead. End of the story. She was gone. They talked about her like a thing of the past.

She was the daughter of a veteran. But the veteran, meanwhile, never stopped looking for her. To hope to see his daughter again was what made him go through life during all this time. Every day he looked outside by the window, waiting. Every night, he looked at the starry sky hoping that she would find her way back, or the comfort she used to have in looking at the stars with him when she was younger. But the man who was known to never know fear or despair, even when kidnapped, even when he was tortured, was again put into his worst nightmare for the second time. The first being the day of the disappearance of his child. The second, the day Ghost snatched him from his home for revenge. But the bomb in front of him was not the only part of his plan and it was not what made the veteran's blood freeze in his veins, no. It was the words that came out of the mouth of his former student, now enemy.

“So, Stan. How’s your daughter doing- oh. Doesn’t matter. Since...You’ll say hello to her in the afterlife… where I sent her… her screams were particularly enjoyable to hear, I must say.”

Anger boiled his blood. Rage burned his muscles. The hatred was such that Stan didn’t even feel the handcuffs going into his skin as he pulled with all his might on them, staring at the man who had just confessed the murder of his child. No words could describe how he felt. A strong mixture of anger, fear, and sadness.

He had killed her. He had killed his daughter, Y/n.

She was only the daughter of a veteran. A veteran who had many enemies. A veteran who made one mistake.

When Mitch Rapp entered the warehouse where his mentor was locked up, he didn’t find the veteran who didn’t know fear. There, he found a broken man, a man about to give up. The assassin had never seen him in this state. He knew that something more serious than the injuries, burns, cuts and even more serious than his severed finger had happened.

Mitch didn't ask any question, just like he was teached to do. His golden eyes fell on the man in front of him silently. First he tried to untie him and free him of that painful posture he was in. But when Stan pushed him away, saying to follow Ghost, that there was more to it than him, that the bomb absolutely had to be stopped, Mitch froze and plunged his pupils into that of the veteran. There was something else. Something else he wanted Mitch to know, to do, without asking out loud. A blazing hatred, frightening, even, could be easily read in his eyes. That fire meant only one thing.

Kill that bastard.

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Mitch Rapp was an assassin.

Not in the past tense. He still is. And he probably will be for the rest of his life. When he lost his fiancé, something deep inside of him broke into a thousand pieces. The pieces were lost, scattered, and no matter what he did to pick up the mess, there would always be some missing. It didn't matter who he killed, who he saved, whether his revenge was accomplished or not. He would never be the same again. And in his eyes would always remain that extinguished light, that darkness, a pain that would never really go away. It was this exact pain that Mitch had seen in his mentor's eyes. The pain of mourning, mix with the anger of revenge. He knew the pain, he knew it by heart. Stan couldn't take revenge on his own. There was too much at stake. He trusted Mitch to do it. And that's what Mitch was planning to do.

The battle in the boat was one of the most difficult battles that Mitch had in his life. Not the one against the terrorists, or against other assassins as practice at the barn, no. On this boat going too fast on waves that were too strong, it was impossible to be stable and keep his weapon in his hand for more than a few seconds. In addition, the stress of the bomb that could explode at any moment added even more difficulty. The incessant ticking reminded him of the imminent danger that laid near him.

After many hits. Many insults launched at each other. Cut, punch in the stomach, or fall to the floor due to the strong waves, Mitch got the upper hand. He stuck the knife into Ghost's throat, just like the veteran had shown him during their training. The blade in front of the soft flesh, then, a quick and strong hit on the handle. The blade then entered the throat like a knife into butter. Mitch watched Ghost's face suffocate for a moment from the lack of air, then with the blood going up in his mouth. Killing him how Stan had shown him seemed like a nice way to avenge him, no matter what was the goal of his revenge.

Mitch took the bag containing the bomb and the radio before starting to climb outside when he heard a sound coming from the closet. Not taking a chance, the assassin recovered the knife from Ghost's inert body and advanced cautiously towards the source of the noise. He then quickly opened the door, ready to fight whoever was hidden there. His eyes rested on a figure in the far corner of the closet, so curled up on itself that he couldn't know exactly who it was. Lowering his knife, he crouched down to the height of the person to better see, and what he saw made him froze for a sec. It was a girl, quite young, rope holding her wrists together and tape on her lips to silence her from any scream. She was so scared, even he could sense the pure and intense fear in his bones just by looking at her. Resting the knife on the floor to show her he meant no harm, Mitch removed the tape from her mouth as gently as he could.

"Everything’s fine," Mitch murmured in a low voice that he tried to make as reassuring as possible. But his dirty, wounded face and the blood-covered knife did nothing to reassure the scared girl, even if he wasn’t holding the weapon anymore. Frightened, she looked at him with big, scared eyes, only hoping that her nightmare would end soon. When the assassin took the knife back in his hand and advanced the blade towards her, she was sure it was the end. If the man who had kidnapped her didn't kill her, the one in front of her would do the job. Closing her eyes, the girl placed her hands protectively in front of her face in a desperate attempt to protect herself, like it could possibly save her. A small snap rang in her ears, however. And the next moment, the rope that held her wrists tied fell to her feet. And when she opened her eyes, the man dressed in all black was no longer there.

The girl glanced out of her prison to see if the way was clear. At the same time, the boat made a sudden movement to the left, rolling her out of the wardrobe. Her back hit the wall and she winced in pain as she tried to get to her feet, realizing that the person in charge of the boat had suddenly turned around. And then, that's where she saw it. The blood. All over the floor. But more particularly on a person.

The man who had kidnapped her was lying motionless, except when he was slipping on the floor covered in blood with each wave that hit the boat. And although the sight of a corpse was new to her, that all the blood made her nauseous, the girl only felt hatred towards the dead man. He had held her captive for so long. And she was relieved, happy, even, that he was dead. His eyes wide open stared at the ceiling, frozen in an expression of fear and defeat. Perfect.

Stepping over the body, the girl did the best she could to walk to the stairs that would allow her to climb onto the deck of the boat, where she suspected that the other man, the one who had killed her kidnapper and who was now in control of the boat, was. She lost her balance a couple of times before reaching the staircase. But not once did she turn to look at the body behind her. And not once did she feel pity for him.

She was the daughter of a veteran, after all.

When she climbed on the deck, she immediately saw the man dressed in black that saved her. He had his back turned to her. He was standing behind the wheel and was talking in a walkie talkie with someone. From where she was standing, she couldn’t decipher what they were saying, especially with the strong wind and waves crashing all around. Then she saw the man took a bag and tossed it overboard in the water.

She couldn’t help but wonder who he was. What he was doing here. What was his story. He was so mysterious, enigmatic. She didn't know him, but she knew one thing just by seeing him. And when he turned to her to signal her to come closer, this certainty was confirmed. Everything was in the eyes. He was an assassin.

She felt the wind from the propellers before seeing or even hearing the helicopter. Her hair, soaking in sweat from being locked up for so long, lifted and flew all over her face as she approached the assassin who stuck her close to him without saying anything. A cable descended from the helicopter, cable that the man tied around her waist and his own, making everything quickly very secure. Then he pulled on the rope to signal to those in the helicopter to pull them up. As her feet left the ground, the girl panicked a little. By reflex she held onto the thing closest to her, which was, in this case, the assassin. If it bothered him, he didn't show it and put an arm around her waist to stabilize her against him. And when she looked up to look at him, something in her changed. The fear and stress that she had felt for months, locked up, dragged everywhere by her kidnapper, was no longer there. When she was in the arms of her savior, nothing seemed to be able to reach her. She felt safe, protected, things she didn’t feel since a very long time. And that, even though she knew that the man who saved her was an assassin.

When they were high and close enough to the machine, hands got out of the cabin to grab them. The man lift himself up, making sure she had a grip too, before falling inside, still tied one to another. It was only when she was safely in the helicopter that the girl heard the voice she thought she would never hear again.

“Y/n…?”

Raising her head, Y/n froze, recognizing the face in front of her. Although it was covered with fresh wounds and bruises, he wasn’t hard to recognize. After all, she was used of seeing him always covered in cuts due to his work.

The girl couldn’t say anything. The sob that stuck in her throat prevented her from speaking and even breathing. For long seconds, they only looked at each other without moving, the shock of seeing each other paralyzing them both. Him, because he thought he had lost her only a few hours earlier. And she, because she wasn’t expecting to see him again so quickly, as if all this was only a dream. But once the mist cleared, once she was convinced it was real, she hastened to untied the cable to jump into the arms of the veteran whom she hadn’t seen for too long. Tears of relief ran down her cheeks uncontrollably, even though she thought she cried all the tears in her body from begging her kidnapper to let her go, long ago.

Mitch stood up and sat in the seat opposite his mentor and fastened his belt shut. Then he watched the reunion in front of him for a few seconds, finally understanding why. Why Stan was the way he was when he first met him. How he became the man he is now. And he understood. Understood that his revenge, Ghost's murder, was for her, his daughter. The assassin met the veteran's gaze. And again, they didn't need words to communicate. Mitch would never have thought one day he would read such things in the eyes of the man in front of him. Recognition. Happiness. And above all, peace, a peace of the soul, of the heart, of the mind. He had his daughter back. And although deep down, Mitch was happy for his mentor and the girl, he could only feel one thing, one emotion stronger than all the others.

Envy. Jealousy. A desire, pure and simple, for the one thing he could never have. The return of the person he loved.

"You should buckle up," Mitch muttered loud enough to be heard, looking away. “The bomb is about to explode.”

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blue christmas || mitch rapp (smut)

word count: 5,884

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, shower sex, angst

author’s note: and here is mitch! i’m so sorry for posting so late and so off schedule! but i hope this makes up for it! please, let me know what you think, i’m so happy with this now that it is finished, this is all thanks to none other my lauchee! @thelittlestkitsune is such an angel and she saved my life with proofreading this for me! thank you, darling for being so spectacular! anyway, thomas is up tomorrow, and that will probably be posted later tomorrow night!

pairing: mitch rapp x reader

holiday masterlist.

masterlist.

For Y/N, this was a regular night for the past two months. Get home, eat dinner, watch some TV, shower, then go to sleep. It seemed like her life was a record that was broken and only repeated the same thing over and over again.

She sat in front of the TV, having spent her whole day watching the cheesy and ridiculous Christmas movies that the Hallmark channel played from October until December. At this point, she was getting sick of them.

Regularly, she was a woman who still loved the idea of love and who loved being in love. But when the one you love has been gone for months at a time, your take on love slowly begins to shift. Love isn’t always happiness and rainbows or whatever bullshit you’ve been fed your whole life.

It’s something more than that.

Y/N didn’t understand what love really was until she met Mitch Rapp. Without knowing it, he showed her what love really was. He showed her that love was patient and that’s why she was okay with waiting when he was on a mission. It didn’t matter how long he was gone, he could be gone for two days or two months and when he came back, she’d still be waiting.

And that’s where she was right now; waiting. She didn’t know when he’d be back home or if he was ever coming back home, but she held onto the hope that he always was. She prayed to whatever was listening to bring him home safe to her; and he always came back home. He may have had bruises, cuts, or gunshot wounds, but he always came back to her.

With a tired sigh, she pressed the home button on her phone, the screen illuminating her face and showing her the late time. 2:45 am. Since Mitch left, she stayed up late more often than not, not knowing when he’d call because she didn’t know where he was or what time it was for him.

His phone calls were rare, so she slept by the phone, always keeping her ringer on, never turning on the ‘do not disturb’ mode. Every minute she could talk to him was precious. Their conversations were short and simple. He’d always say the same thing:

“I love you, Y/N. I’m safe.”

She would say the same exact thing and afterwards, the line would go dead. No matter how much her heart hurt when they weren’t able to have longer conversations, she didn’t care. She just needed to hear his voice, to know that he was okay and that there was a possibility he was coming home.

By now, her eyelids were heavy and she was exhausted. She sat in the middle of the couch, feet propped up on the coffee table in front of her, her arms crossed over her chest as she looked from her phone back to the television. A blanket that she and Mitch kept in their room was draped across her body, some of it bunched up in her fist as she held it to her face, breathing in the scent that somehow managed to linger on it, no matter how many times she washed it.

She yawned and ran her hand over her face, rubbing her sleepy eyes. She adjusted her body, laying across the couch. Her head laid on one of the throw pillows that matched the sofa next to her phone, turning it up louder just in case Mitch called while she slept. She wrapped herself in the blanket, still holding it close to her nose. Falling asleep, she wished to feel her lover holding her to his chest or to hear his soft snores as they fell asleep together.

The loud ringing in Y/N’s ear startled her from her sleep, causing her to jump up from her position and look around the room, her breathing labored. She realized the sound was coming from right next to her, from her phone. The screen was lit up with an unknown number and she hurried to answer.

She slid her finger across the screen, holding it to her ear. She touched her soft lips, waiting to hear the words that she and Mitch always did before saying anything important. They always said the date they met.

“February 25th.” The familiar deep and raspy voice came from the other line and she exhaled in relief, not realizing she’d been holding her breath.

She felt tears pool in her eyes as she heard Mitch speak. They last spoke two weeks ago and she’d been in agony waiting for the phone call from an unknown caller. She closed her eyes, her breath shaky as she repeated their idiom.

“February 25th.”

“Y/N…” He mumbled. She could practically hear the soft smile in the way he spoke. She felt her heart shake as he said her name so quietly. Oh, how she wished to hear his voice in her ear as she fell asleep. “I love you. I’m safe.”

The woman mouthed a thank you to what she prayed to every night. She realized that the phone didn’t click off right away so she cleared her throat, relaxing in the cushions of the couch, her head on the pillow, the blanket over her shoulders.

“Can you talk?” She asked.

“Yeah, I have a few minutes.” He told her, staying a silent for a moment. “You don’t know how good it is to hear your voice. To hear you speak more than two words.”

“I could say the same thing. You had me worried for a minute there.” She said truthfully. “Do you know when you’ll be home?”

“I don’t. I’m thinking it’ll be soon though.” He explained, the slightest twinge of happiness in his tone, but she failed to notice.

Sighing, Y/N closed her eyes and relished in the sound of his voice even if it wasn’t as crystal clear as she wished. It was better than nothing. “How long is ‘soon’?”

“I’m close to finishing up this mission, that’s all I can say.”

“Well, I’ll leave the Christmas tree up and the presents out until you get home. We

can celebrate then.” She laughed softly, hearing him do the same. The smallest feeling of serenity suddenly sank in, but it wasn’t the kind of peace she felt when holding him after so long. She didn’t feel whole, she didn’t feel like she was in her body.

When he was gone, a piece of her was gone. She wasn’t home unless he was there. It was like she was watching herself from the outside, watching her own life drag along through window as she waited for Mitch to come back home. But when he was back in her arms, her head laying against his chest and listening to his rhythmic heartbeat, everything was better, clearer.

She could see the colors of her world more vividly and she felt calm. She wasn’t living on this constant edge that she was moments away from falling over. That feeling always disappeared the day she and Mitch parted ways.

He hummed happily. “I can’t wait.”

The line was silent for a moment. It was strange but comforting. Whenever she and Mitch spoke and they had time to actually hold a conversation, they had to speak fast, because they never knew when their next conversation would be.

Mitch was the one to speak up. “Speaking of presents, I made some arrangements with Irene and I was able to get you a gift.”

“What is it?” She asked, smirking as she knew that Mitch would not tell her anything.

“It’s a surprise, my love. I can’t tell you that.” He chuckled. “But I can tell you that it will be delivered any minute now.” Almost as if his words triggered it, the doorbell rang. She looked over the couch and to the door next to the coat closet. “Was that the doorbell?”

“Yeah.” She said, throwing off the blanket she had wrapped around her.

“Well, go get it! That’s probably your present.” He told her.

She grinned. “I am, I am.” She rushes over to the door. With one hand she held the phone to her ear, with the other she untwisted the various locks and pulled the chain guard to the side.

Pulling the door open, she looked out into the empty hallway of the apartment building, the door across from her staring back at her. She frowned when she looked down the hallway to see it void of anyone.

“It’s not here.”

“Maybe look at the floor?” He suggested.

She took her boyfriend’s advice and looked at the floor, a folded note on the hardwood flooring. “Hold on, there’s a note.” Holding the cell phone in between her shoulder and her ear, she grabbed the note and unfolded the paper, her eyes reading the words.

Your present has been delivered.

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows and looked up. Her jaw dropped as she saw who was coming out of the apartment of the old woman across the hall. Mitch gave the small lady a kiss on the forehead, thanking her for her help.

“Anything for young love, my dear.” The woman smiled at the two of them and walked back inside her home.

Mitch looked at Y/N, a heavenly smile curling at his lips. His face was covered in dark scruff, his shaggy hair hidden underneath a Santa hat, his body wrapped in a blue coat she’d seen him wear many times during the cold months in Rhode Island.

“I’m your Christmas present.” He whispered, looking at the girl still kneeling on the floor. She felt tears pool in her eyes as she dropped the phone to the ground and jumped up into Mitch’s arms.

He caught her without hesitation, dropping his bag as her long legs wrapped around his waist. Her ankles locked together, her arms wrapping around his shoulders as she nuzzled her face into his neck. He held onto her tightly, his own arms circled around her waist. He leaned his head against hers, closing his eyes as he finally felt at home.

He didn’t understand that being in love meant home went from a place to a person until he met her. Mitch was a man with few happy stories, he was dark and cold all because he always lost the people he loved. Though, Y/N was this ray of light that helped him live again and now all his happy stories are of her. Love is being able to bring someone back to life and that’s exactly what she did for him.

Y/N sniffled, warm tears rolling down her cheeks as she held onto the man she loved, planning on never let go again. Mitch shushed her, soothing her of her cries.

“I’m home, baby. I’m home and I’m not leaving for a long time.” He sighed, turning his face slightly to kiss the side of her head.

She lifted her face from his neck, looking at him with glossy eyes. “How long?”

“Four months at least.” He smiled. Y/N sighed in relief, her forehead falling against his as she just received the best gifts she could ever been given. He kissed her nose, closing his eyes as his cold lips touched her skin.

Still holding her, Mitch walked into the apartment as he kicked his duffel bag inside. He closed the door with his foot and walked her over to the back of the couch, setting her on it. She laid her head against his chest, listening to the smooth heartbeat she was wishing to hear just earlier that night.

“Where were you?”

Mitch ran his fingers through her long and tangled hair, smoothing out the knots she’d created while sleeping. “Moscow. It was fucking cold.”

She chuckled and looked up at him, her chin resting against his toned chest. He had a cut above his eye, in his eyebrow; the side of his eye was bruised. She lifted her hand and grazed the tips of her fingers over the purple mark next to his eye. He winced slightly at her touch, but relaxed soon after.

“I wanna unwrap my present.” She looked into his warm eyes. He nodded and pressed his lips against hers gently. Her eyes closed, her lashes tickling his defined cheekbones. He held her cheek with his large palm, his other hand on her hip.

She grabbed the zipper of his coat and pulled it down, pushing it off his shoulders. Mitch hoisted her up around him, her legs circling around him once again to hold on. She clung to him as he held her up by her ass, walking to the bathroom connected to their bedroom.

He pushed the door of the bathroom open, using his hand to turn on the light switch. She trailed her hands to his hair, pulling off the Santa hat he was wearing. Her fingers combed through the dark, silky locks as Mitch groaned, his lips parting and allowing her to slip her tongue against his.

They shared a french kiss as he set her on the cold countertop, a gasp falling from her as the cold surface touched her bare legs. Mitch smiled into the kiss, happy to be able to hear the sounds he missed so dearly over the past two months once again.

She pulled away and smiled up at him. “I love you.” Y/N whispered. The words weren’t needed because he already knew. He knew that she loved him in the way she looked at him like he was the most important person in the world. He knew by the way she kissed him like he was air and she suffocating. He knew by the way she held him when he was near. Words were never necessary.

Mitch looked down into her breathtaking colored eyes. “I love you.” He spoke with everything he was. The words he said to her coming from the darkest depths of his very soul and heart.

She smiled as he returned the three words. She held onto his hips, lifting the black sweater off his body, throwing it onto the floor. She noticed he hissed in pain as he lifted his arms. Seeing her confused expression, he nodded down to his side.

Her eyes moved to where he gestured to and saw the long cut right underneath his left pectoral. Her face fell as she looked at the scar that was covered in dried blood. “Mitch… are you-”

He immediately saw the worry and the anxiety that began to build up within her. Cupping her face, he shook his head. “I’m alright. It’s just sore. It’s a fresh one.”

“How long ago?”

“Right before I disposed of everything and got out of the country.”

She sighed, nodding in understanding. She reached out to touch it, her finger hovering over the injury as she looked at him for approval. Mitch nodded, her skin against his doing wonder to soothe him of any pain that had been in his muscles or on his bruises.

“Let's shower and afterwards I’ll clean it for you?” She asked, biting her lip subconsciously. He agreed, walking to the shower to pull the curtain and turn it on to a pleasant temperature. He walked back over to her and wrapped his fingers around her sweatshirt, pulling it over her head and dropping it to the floor.

Mitch didn’t realize earlier that she wasn’t wearing a bra, so he was pleasantly surprised to see her bare chest in front of him. Her nipples were hard as the cold air hit her sensitive buds.

Everything about her was beautiful. She had few moles on her collarbone and her sides, but she didn’t have as many as he did. Most of the marks on her body were soft freckles that he liked to call ‘angel kisses’. They were so small that they always reminded of an angel’s kiss, so that’s what he’d call them when talking to her.

He’d seen her naked many times in the years they’d spent together, but it was different in this moment. There was love for sure, there always had been, but right now he never wanted to let her go. He wanted to keep her around forever and make her his wife and that scared him more than it should’ve.

The last time he proposed, his fiancée died less than ten minutes later. He knew it wasn’t likely she was going to be killed like Katrina was, but was he feared most was Y/N leaving. It didn't matter if it was her own free will or she taken from him, it terrified him to think that he could lose the woman he loved so easily.

Mitch put his hand over her heart, feeling the steady beat underneath his palm. “What are you doing?” She asked, her eyes looking over every detail of his face.

“Making sure you’re real.” He said quietly, almost afraid that if he spoke to loud he’d scare her away. “I’ve dreamt about touching you and being with you so many nights these months I’ve been gone that I don’t know if you’re real anymore.”

She hooked her fingers underneath his chin, lifting his head so he’d look at her. “I’m real.” She licked her lips and wrapped her small fingers his hand, moving it to set over her breast. He squeezed the mound on her chest, a mewl sounding from her as she stared at him.

He pressed his lips to her chest, kissing each softly colored freckle on her soft skin. Her small hands went to his back, fingers pressing against his back muscles. He hooked his digits in the waistband of her shorts and panties, pulling them down her legs.

Y/N dragged her hands to his sides, her fingers dipping against his defined v-line. She rounded her hands to the buckle of his belt, undoing it and pushing his jeans down to the floor. He stepped out of them and pulled her closer.

He pulled her lip between his teeth, tugging playfully. She giggled and felt him smile. He hummed happily. “Let’s go warm up. I’m still freezing.”

He let her jump off the counter and walk over to the shower. She pulled open the curtain and allowed him to walk in before she did simply so she could look at his muscular ass.

“Hey, I can feel your eyes on me, baby.” He chuckled.

“That sounds like your problem.” She said, stepping into the porcelain tub and under the water. The warm water cascaded over her as she tilted her head back. She sighed as the soothing pressure of the shower head hit her back. The knots of anxiety she had tangled up in her body because of Mitch being gone loosened significantly. It was like a heavy weight lifted off her chest and she could finally breathe.

Mitch’s arms wrapped around her waist as he pressed against her, his lips on her neck. She opened her eyes and saw the familiar colors of his eyes. He smiled softly at her as her arms hooked underneath his arms and held onto his shoulders. Her bare chest pressed against his, her lips pressing sweet kisses against the gunshot scar he had on his shoulder from when Katrina died.

“You smell really bad.” She mumbled, a loud laugh rumbling in his chest at her bluntness. He pulled away and stared down at her as she smirked. “Can I wash your body?”

“I’ll let you wash my body if I can wash yours.” Mitch negotiated.

She scoffed. “You make it sound like that’d be torture.”

“Depends on where I touch you, doesn’t it?” He smirked, grabbing the bottle of body wash while his partner grabbed one of the loofahs. He opened the bottle, pouring the soap onto the loofah and scrubbing over her shoulders and trailed down to her perky breasts. He covered her right one with his left hand, holding onto it firmly. The quiet sigh she let out didn’t go unnoticed by him.

He began washing her sides and trailed down to her hips, bending to press kisses against her skin. The eucalyptus mint scented soap getting on his lips as he touched her, but he didn’t care. She held onto the back of his head, her fingers tangling in his dark, wet hair, fingernails scratching at his scalp. He kissed across her stomach and to her other hip bone, sucking a purple patch onto her flesh. He stood back up, still caressing his lips over her torso and eventually to the valley between of her breasts.

“Mitch.” She sighed, lifting his head so he’d look at her. Her eyes were dark with need as she looked into his own beautifully colored irises. “Kiss me.” He obliged and held onto the side of her neck, tilting her head up to lean down and kiss her with every ounce of passion and love he had for her.

He kissed her with such intensity, it made her knees weak and her heart pound in her chest. Walking her back into the wall, he pressed her against the tiles, his mouth working at her warm skin. Her head rolled back against the tile, his hands going to her side and smoothing down to her hips. He bent down, his cock sliding through her folds.

His cock was pressed between their stomachs as the water cascaded over their bodies, steam going over the walls of the shower and drifting into their bedroom through the open door. Rubbing himself against her, he felt her arousal seep from her core and onto his bare cock.

“Can I?” He asked, his words breathy as he looked up at her. No matter how heated the situation was or how far into anything sexual they were doing, he always asked if it was okay for him to do anything to her before continuing. Y/N loved how much he respected her and it’s not like she would ever deny him what he wanted.

She nodded, giving Mitch a clear sign of her approval. He grabbed his hardened member, pumping his member for a few moments to prepare himself. Once he was ready, he rubbed his tip at her clit, her body jerking as the touch in her bundle of nerves.

Mitch smirked, dragging the head of his dick down to her soaking entrance. He slowly pushed into her, careful not to hurt her by shoving himself into her tight pussy, knowing she’d been left without more than her fingers inside of her in the months he was gone.

He stayed still inside of her, groaning at her tight environment. His head fell to her shoulder; she felt much better around him than he would ever been able to dream or substitute with his hand without her. When the nights were lonely and sleepless, he’d think of thrusting slowly into Y/N as they made love or holding her right after while they were in the after haze, his head laying on her back because they both laid on their stomachs while sleeping.

She wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, her digits tugging at his hair while his thick girth and long cock stretched her out. Her head rolled back against the wall, eyes squeezing shut at the small pain in her lower half. Mitch placed the gentlest kisses to her collarbone, wanting to go slow the whole night so he could savor the way she felt and the way she looked.

He was always an outstanding lover. Sometimes he would fuck her into the mattress, leaving dark bruises on her soft skin. She’d leave him with deep scratches, one that she was sure had the ability to scar. Other times, he was gentle and dragged out their time together. He admired every single detail of her body, no matter what it was. He kissed the white scar she had on the side of her thigh from accidentally cutting herself with a razor while shaving; he caressed the skin on her breasts above her nipples, tearing circles in that same spot.

The nights he was slow were the ones that left the deepest burns within her body. She had such a passion for him, one that burned brightly. The only way she could describe their love was fire. She’d always believed fire was such a beautiful thing. It was warm and exciting to be around. She always had the best experiences around fire. When she was younger, she love going camping with her family, she enjoyed spending time in the boat on the water or cliff jumping because she was such a free soul, she always lived life to the fullest.

The nights she’d go back to the family camping spot, there would be a large fire that her father had built and learned to maintain throughout the night. Whenever she’d sit around it in a sweatshirt and leggings, she would look at the air above the fire. It made what she was looking at through the orange and yellow flames blurry, the images distorted. It was beautiful, the way the objects across the fire would move in ways she knew they couldn’t.

Even though she loved the fire, she knew how scary it was. She knew how dangerous it was. As mentioned earlier, the string desire Y/N felt for him was like a fire. Where there is desire, there’s going to be a flame. Where there is a flame, someone’s bound to get burned. That was her biggest fear. She was terrified that the hot flames she compared to her love for Mitch would touch her and leave her with an aching burn that would leave the intense stinging feeling forever.

He was in such a dangerous field of work and every time he walked out that door to go get milk from the grocery store or go to jiu jitsu, she didn’t know if he was coming back. She constantly lived on edge, constantly afraid that he would be ripped away from her, but it was worth it for that fire like feeling she got with him.

With a pleasurable sigh, she gripped at the pale flesh of his mole covered back, wanting him to move, the pain having subsided and now all she felt was need. Her skin was burning, the water hot and the heat radiating from Mitch even warmer. She tapped at his back. “I’m ready.”

He took a deep breath and moved out of her. His lips pulled into a tight line as he tried to hold back his obnoxiously loud groan. The sound vibrated at his lips as he looked to her. He started by pulling out slowly, then pushing back in with force. Every time he pulled from her, he inched out further and further, shoving himself back in at a faster pace.

Moments later, he was moving in and out of her, the feeling amazing and making the contentment sky rocket. He bent his knees, his hands moving to her sides and up to hook underneath her armpits, holding onto her as he thrusted up inside of her. Her hands were all over his shoulders and his shoulder blades.

With one hand, she held onto his hair as she kissed her lips, but broke the kiss to breathe. She hooked her arm around his neck, her arms moving down as he pushed inside of her at the deepest angle he could. She moaned constantly into his ear, his hair slicked back as she combed through the locks with her fingers.

She tilted his face back towards hers, looking into his eyes while their noses nuzzled against each other. She held onto the sides of his face, leaning into to kiss him, but he pulled back, teasing her. Their bare chests rubbing against each other, her hard nipples poking at his pectoral muscles.

“Mitch, please. Don’t tease me.” She whimpered. “I need this, I need you to kiss me.”

“I want to look at you. I want this view painted in my head until I grow old.” He said smoothly, his mouth parted as he panted. His hands, which were hooked underneath her armpits, slid up, lifting her arms as he dipped his head down to suck kisses into her neck.

He grabbed her hands in his large ones, holding them against the tiled shower wall. Her eyes fluttered close, his member pushing into her and his hip bone rubbing at her clit. She held onto the shelf in the corner of the shower, her other hand on Mitch’s shoulder.

That warm feeling built up in her stomach as she neared they both neared their highs. Her head tilted back, eyes closing once again as Mitch lifted her legs up off the floor and around his waist. She gasped loudly, the sound echoing in the small space they were in. He thrusted info her, having direct access to her g-spot. Each time he touched it, the feeling set off in her like a bomb of pleasure.

“Oh my god.” Y/N shook in her lover’s hold, her grip on the shelf loosening slightly. “D-Don’t stop. Please, just don’t stop.”

The assassin shook his head, the need to reach his climax running through his veins and making his heart beat faster against her chest. His back muscles rippled as he did all the work bounced her up and down on his member. The sore muscles he had before forgotten for now, but would later feel even worse, but it was totally worth it.

He found her lips, meeting her for an open mouthed kiss. He held her close to his body, their chests pressed together fully, her breasts flush against him as they moved together. She slid her tongue into his mouth, their lips puckered. He tilted his head to the side, deepening the kiss.

As their tongues met each other, it made them burst. The nerve endings in their tongue feeling the most pleasant sensation at the mere graze they shared. The kiss was slow and laced with pure love.

The sudden feeling of a coil snapping in her abdomen hit her like a truck going full speed. She pulled away from the kiss, moaning out loudly into the bathroom walls. Mitch watched her face scrunch up slightly as she came, the water droplets sliding down her face.

He followed not long after, cumming inside of her as he usually did because she had a very convenient IUD implanted before they even got together. Bareback was better anyway as she liked to say.

After settling down, he set her on the ground, her legs shaking underneath her body. He held her up, seeing how she was about to collapse in the porcelain tub. She leaned against him, her arms pressed between their chests as the water coming down on them started to get cooler. Mitch held her tight, his breathing labored from their physical activity.

“I’ll clean you up and then we’ll go to bed.” He whispered in her ear, feeling her nod.

He grabbed the loofah from the floor and put more soap on it, realizing that cleaning her before wasn’t much good because they only got dirtier. He was careful with touching her in the spots he was well aware she liked to be touched. After cleaning her, he washed the blood and dirt off his own body, feeling much cleaner than he had since leaving Moscow.

He turned off the water and opened the door, lifting Y/N bridal style and carrying her into the bedroom. Once he set her on the edge of the bed, he grabbed two towels from the linen closet, giving one to her to dry her off and using the other to dry his own body.

When they were done, he threw the towels into a hamper, watching her scoot further up the bed, laying her head on Mitch’s pillow. He chuckled, smiling at the sight of his tired companion. She was still naked, her arms scrunched up underneath the pillow as she faced the other side of the bed that was usually her side.

“You’re laying on my pillow.” He told her, crawling up the bed to lay next to her on his stomach. He curled his own arms under the pillow, his face right in front of hers. He watched her tired face, seeing her eyes close as he laid next to her.

“Deal with it.” She huffed, making the corner of Mitch’s lips turn up in a soft grin.

He stayed silent after that, watching her as she slowly drifted into a peaceful sleep. The bags underneath her eyes were evidence that she hadn’t been sleeping very well and he felt bad because he knew it was his fault. He knew that once Y/N got used to sleeping with someone, she couldn’t sleep without them. He could only imagine her nights were as sleepless as his.

“I love you, Y/N.” He whispered, leaning in to peck her nose softly. He wasn’t expecting her to respond because he figured she was asleep, but he must’ve been wrong because she spoke soon after he did.

“I love you, too, Mitch.” She opened her eyes, looking completely exhausted. Mitch glanced at the clock behind her on the nightstand, the time reading 5:00 am. “You know, I didn’t know if you were coming back home this time. I was really scared.” She mumbled.

His eyebrows scrunched up, his fingers pushing a piece of hair behind her ear. “Why do you say that?”

“I don’t know. Just everyone you leave, I get scared you won’t come back. Even when you go to get the mail, Mitch. I count the seconds every time you leave. I watch the clock. I didn’t want to lose you around Christmas.”

He shook his head, whispering softly. “Hey, I’m never leaving you. I’m always going to come back home.”

The tears began to pool in her eyes, her lips quivering as she told him everything she’d never admitted out loud before. “How can you be so sure?”

“Because you are my home, Y/N, and I will always come back home.”

She sniffled, licking her lips of the salty tears. “Promise me. Promise me you will always come back to me.”

He grabbed her hand from under the pillow she was laying on, hooking his finger with hers. He kissed his thumb, sealing the promise with a kiss. “I promise to forever come back to you.”

Y/N watched him as he made their solid deal. Leaning in, she pressed her lips to his, their hands pressed to her collarbone. She laid her head on the same pillow he had his head on. He wrapped his arm around her, her face nuzzled against his.

As they fell asleep, their fingers were still hooked together. Y/N held onto the promise they made that night like it was the most precious jewel. She carried with caution as did Mitch. He kept up his end of the deal until the day they died together peacefully in their bed.

He even kept it after that. He always came back.

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Party Time ~Stuart Twombly~

Description: Team Lyle returns to the strip club, with a new member of the group, who just so happens to be a friend of Neha, but has met every enough to establish friendships and feelings.

Warnings: Low self esteem, female pronouns, pervert men, drinking, fluff, swearing

Word Count: 1,063

Key: Y/N = your name, Y/E/C = your eye colour

Recently, Y/N had been hanging out with us a lot and to be honest, I was so happy that Neha brought her into the group. I learnt that Y/N wasn't someone that was comfortable with how she looked and the only time when she didn't come out with us, was when we were at the club. But today, Neha had managed to drag her along, literally dragged her to us.

Y/N glared at her friend, then turned to the rest of us and smiled slightly, hugging herself and walked inside with the rest of us.

"Neha, why am I here?" I heard her mumble, leaning in to whisper to her friend.

"Because, you need to get over your image of yourself and have fun!"

"At a strip club?" I chuckled lightly, hearing the tone in her voice and watched Neha walk off.

"It's not that simple to get over, crappy feelings." She mumbled, shaking her head and looked at me, giving a gentle smile.

"Hey." I smiled, rocking back and forth on my feet.

"Hi." she smiled back, still hugging herself.

"Do you want anything to drink?" I asked, gesturing to the bar. She nodded, smiling softly, I took her hand and pushed past everyone in the sea of people. Not letting her go, so she wouldn't get lost between everyone.

"Stuart, no beanie today?" She called out, with a cheeky grin. For whatever reason, I placed a hand on my head, feeling my hair and grimaced embarrassed. She giggled and placed her hands on the counter, I stood next to her and raised my hand, signalling the bartender over.

"What do you want?" I asked her, smiling as I could see the thought on her face and waited for an answer.

"Could I have a raspberry Vodka Cruiser please?" I nodded asking for what she wanted as well as a beer for myself, paid and then handed her the drink.

"How much was that?" She questioned, sipping on the drink reached into her pocket to get some cash out.

"Nothing, it's on me." She hesitated, waited for a few moments before placing the money away and followed me to our spot. She sat down, sipping on the drink and still look uncomfortable in her skin.

The others were off dancing so, it was just myself and Y/N in the little nook.

"Stuart, go have some fun, get turned on by some girl here. I'm not much of a dancer." She took a sip on her drink, waving me away with a gentle smile.

"No." I stated, shaking my head and pulled her up. I placed my beer down, then waited for her to finish her sip before placing the bottle down.

"How about I finish my drink, then dance?" I huffed but nodded and handed her drink back.

"Thank you." She sat back down on the couch, I sighed and picked up my bottle, walked off and danced around with the others. My eyes kept drifting on her and Neha started to notice.

"Stuart, Y/N isn't really a party person. Not all, she'll join when she wants." I sighed, nodding and stopped watching her and continued to dance.

Y/N's POV I had finished my drink and decided to get another, I squeezed past everyone, walked up to the bar with a smile.

"Could I have a raspberry Vodka Cruiser?" I asked the bar tender, holding out my money. He nodded, handed me the bottle and started tending to other customers.

"What's a young thing like you doing here?" I turned around seeing a man, maybe a year of two older than me and looked like trouble.

"Just here with some friends." I stated, nervously biting my lip.

"You wanna ditch them, go to my place."

"I'm sorry, I'm not looking for a one night stand." I mumbled, pushing past him and squeaked as the man grabbed my hand.

"Come on babe, just a little fun."

"Please, I'm not looking for anything." I struggled trying to get out of his grip.

"I don't care how you look, as long as the sex is good. You not pretty anyway." I started panic, struggled to get out of his grip and whimpered quietly as he forced me to come closer. Grinding himself against.

Stuart's POV

I walked back to where Y/N was last sitting, only to see she wasn't there. I began searching for her worry setting in. I looked around for her, searching past everyone and looked towards the bar, seeing if she was waiting there. I heard her voice muffled in with the crappy club music and turned around, seeing a guy holding her and Y/N trying to get out.

"Hey, there you are! I was looking all over for you." I smiled at her, watching the guy release her from his hold. She ran to my side, tears welling up in her eyes as she hid behind me.

"Yeah, just fuck off. I don't need you, there's a lot of hotter chicks here. Don't know what you see in this bitch." I did everything in my power not to lash out at him and just led Y/N outside, I took my jacket off, placing it over her shoulders and brought her into my chest, hugging her tightly.

"He's right you know, I'm not pretty, he said I'm not pretty and he's right."

"No, he's nowhere close to being right. You're gorgeous and you have a heart of gold, these things you think are flaws, aren't. You shouldn't have to care what those assholes think of you, you have so many stunningly beautiful flaws that make my heart flutter." She sniffled, looking up at me with her Y/E/C coloured eyes.

"You really mean that?" She quietly asked.

"Of course I do, you're the prettiest girl in that room, in this whole world." She blushed and rubbed her tears away, looking at me hopefully.

"Can I kiss you?" I quietly asked, leaning in slowly.

"Yes." She whispered, connecting our lips together with a soft, gentle kiss.

"That. Was. Perfect." Y/N whispered, looking flustered and hugged me. "Could I take you out one day?" I questioned, tucking loose strands of hair behind her ear.

"I'd like that very, thank you." I sent a wink her way, rubbing her arms and grinning at her happily.

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the-cookie-of-doom · 4 years

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He tries to return the smile but it’s difficult when Mitch is chained up as well, his hands bound overhead. He’s barely balancing on the balls of his feet; every breath is a struggle, suspended as he is. He has to pull himself up to breathe, barely able to get a grip on the thick, smooth chain.

Stiles can see that Mitch is losing strength. The cuffs are wearing his wrists raw, and there will come a point when he can’t pull himself up any more. Stiles’ breathe hitches just thinking about it. What if they’re going to die here?

“I’m…” Stiles works his tongue, trying to moisten his dry mouth. It’s been hours and they’re alone and he doesn’t know what’s going to happen to them, but it won’t be anything good. “I’m scared, Mitch,” he says, his voice hoarse and no louder than a whisper.

“I know.” God, he knows, and he hates the feeling of helplessness. “We’re getting out of this,” Mitch promises fiercely. Stiles nods, but Mitch knows he doesn’t believe him. He barely believes himself.

#cookie writes #stiles stilinski #mitch rapp #stitch #also a completely separate fic #i feel like i could make a oneshot out of this one??#there was never really any plot

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Christmas Miracle, pt. 1 - Dylan O’Brien

Description: When money falls short, Dylan will do anything to get Y/N to not spend the holidays by herself. Relationship: Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Title: Consider this your lucky day Word count: 1905

A/N: I had hoped to get into the Christmas spirit by writing a three-shot-Christmas-centered Dylan. Sadly, didn’t work. But hey, at least I wrote! Happy holidays everyone.

PART 2

So I saw this post of @mf-despair-queen and @minhosmeanhoe about Holi-Dyl’s week and even though I was planning on posting this (three-part) Dylan shot, I’ve added the tag/them it’s such a nice idea!! There should be a little more love in the world and even though I’m fairly new, from what I’ve seen of this family, it’s something I’d gladly be a part of. Happy reading!

“Thank you. Happy holidays!” I smile at the young couple as I collect their check and a not-so-generous tip, my smile immediately faltering as soon as I hear the bell chime, indicating their departure. A sigh leaves my lips, my hand roughly running along my face as I walk back up to the register. I see the pitiful look my coworker throws me, but I try to ignore it to my best abilities as I hear the door bell chime through the small café once more.

“I need a damn Christmas miracle over here.” I sigh, dropping my pen onto the countertop as I lean against it, tilting my head back and staring up at the plentiful sparkling lights that decorate the bar. “Well then, consider this your lucky day.” His voice is raspy but playful, and even before I turn around I know the smirk that graces his lips.

My head whips around and I smile at my best friend, his upper body leaning against the counter as he grins brightly in my direction. I skip over to him, throwing my arms around his neck and hauling his face against my chest, chuckling when a loud grunt of protest leaves his lips. “Dylan! What are you doing here?”

I let go of him and he drops back into his bar seat, lifting his Mets cap off his head and running his fingers through his unruly mess of hair. I slide a freshly tapped beer his way, his eyes twinkling underneath the low Christmas lights above his head as he nods at me as a silent thank you. “Got off work early, thought I’d come in and check on my lovely lady friend.”

A snort leaves me before I can think twice, wiping my hands on a nearby towel, my eyes never leaving Dylan. I had met the culprit somewhere in the middle of the Teen Wolf days when he, as dorky as he can get, ran me over and send me reeling into a puddle of water, drenching me from head to toe.

It was the beginning of a friendship I never knew that I had missed as long as I had lived, although I would never change any of the course of events. Dylan turned out to be one of my best friends, my confidant, sort of like an older brother, and worst of all – my crush. I would never act upon any feeling that would crawl onto my skin whenever Dylan was near, mainly for the reason of not wanting to jeopardize this friendship.

And it didn’t matter. I wasn’t miserable hiding these feelings from him – au contraire. I somehow was glad that I could keep this one little secret from him – because anything else would be on the table as soon as Dylan would squint at me.

I shake my head as I drop the towel again, licking along my lipstick-clad lips as I roll my eyes. “And why are you really here?”

A groan leaves Dylan’s lips, his eyes rolling into the back of his head, before he lifts his beer to his lips to take a generous sip. His tongue drags along his bottom lips, collecting the foam that had collected there. My eyes snap from his pink lips to his eyes when I hear his voice again. “Can’t I be a gentleman?”

I shrug my shoulders, suppressing the grin that wants to break through as Dylan’s pout. “You probably can. Just not to me. Hey!” I exclaim loudly when his large hand swats in my direction and I’m just quick enough to avoid getting smacked across the chest by Dylan.

I walk around the counter, ready to clean the mess the young couple had left right before Dylan walked in, my fingers coursing through my unruly locks of hair. I had cursed myself on multiple occasions not bringing a hair tie. I only had a few hours left of my shift but during the lunch rush hour, I got sweaty and now I am awfully aware about the way my hair stick in every possible direction because of my sweaty hands and nervous habits.

Just as I pass Dylan, cleaning cloth in hand, his hand around my wrist stops me from walking past him, his unoccupied hand holding out a hair tie toward me. “You look great.” My heart warms as soon as the words leave his lips, my cheeks heating up to a rosy pink as I press my lips together. My eyes meet his whiskey-colored ones and I take a moment to mesmerize how more beautiful all these fairy lights make him.

“Seriously, are you here to tell me you ran over my dog? Because it’s starting to feel like it.” I wriggle my wrist in his embrace, his fingertips gliding along my skin to grasp my hand in his, intertwining our fingers. Sparks shoot up my arm, along my spine and I shiver visibly, casting my gaze from his to our hands. I’m pulled out of my own head again though when Dylan speaks up once again.

“You don’t even own a dog! And can’t you take a compliment when given? Damn girl.” I take a step closer to him, his hand falling limply against mine, but I still rest it there. My other hand comes up and fixes the hemline of his navy-blue shirt, smiling up at him as my thigh bumps against his knee.

“Well then, you don’t look to shabby yourself. But you already knew that. I have a thing for you, uh, looking like that!” My hand waves over his outfit, both our gazes following the movement as a chuckle passes my best friend. Dylan looked sharp in whatever he decided to wear or what wardrobe would put him in, but my favorite would always be this. Sweatpants, a simple shirt and his Mets cap. It screamed that he was at ease with whatever he was doing, and I couldn’t contain the butterflies that swerved in my stomach whenever I saw him smile at me.

“Maybe that’s why I do it.” He wiggles his eyebrows as his lips curl into a bright smile and I can’t help but chuckle while shaking my head. “Such a tease.” “Now, seriously, why I’m here…” Dylan starts off as he drops my hand from his larger one, my eyes widening as I slap his thick thigh, the loud smack resonating through the otherwise empty café. “I knew it! What’s up?”

His hand covers mine again and force me to keep them resting on his thighs, my upper body leaning closer to him as I wait for him to speak. Involuntarily, my grip tightens, and I feel his pants shift underneath my hands from the pressure, his own hands, covering mine, rubbing gently to calm my aching nerves.

“Tpose wants to celebrate New Year’s together. I was coming around to see if you’d be up for it.” A sigh of relief leaves my lips and I almost want to smack the stupid grin off Dylan’s face, but refrain myself the last moment. Tyler Posey was Dylan’s best friend and he was hilarious, but I had a feeling he knew how I felt toward Dylan. “Of course. I like Tyler, you know that.”

“Maybe you had other plans and didn’t want to celebrate the New Year with a bunch of dorks.” His hands leave mine and I take a step back, shaking my head as I swat the dampened cloth at his chest. “I would be honored to celebrate it with my dorks, Dyl.” I emphasize my words by patting his jaw a few times, turning away and starting to clean the table in the back.

It’s quiet for a few minutes before Dylan speaks again. “I have to go, though. Am I still seeing you tomorrow?” I hum as an affirmative answer, sliding the dirty dishes in the lift to take them to the kitchen, turning back on my heel toward the register. I don’t look at him as I take his bill, but as soon as I want to put it away my eyes widen in shock.

“Dylan, your drink is $4. Are you really trying to pay me with a hundred bill?” I slap the green paper back onto the counter, glare set in his direction with the littlest shakes of my head. Dylan immediately pouts at me, sliding the note back toward me. “Can’t I tip you?”

My eyes widen as I forcefully shove the hundred-dollar bill back towards him. It wasn’t the first time he was trying to hand me money – although this time he at least tried to be subtler about it. “Hell, no. Are you insane? You are not paying for my flight home, Dyl. I cannot stress this enough.” I sigh the end of my sentence, squeezing my eyes closed as my fingers pinch the bridge of my nose at my upcoming headache. As soon as I had mentioned I was taking extra shifts in hopes of paying for a flight back around the holidays, Dylan had been pestering me.

If he wasn’t trying to persuade me in letting him buy me said plane ticket home, he was trying to convince me to give up my flat and move in with him – to save some money. Although having a continuous sleepover with Dylan sounds like a lot of fun, I needed my space and me-time, and having to consort back to a roommate was something I would never consider doing.

I thought he had given up, but apparently Dylan still had some tricks up his sleeve. “Then, …” he starts off, nervously scratching the scruff that covers his jaw and chin, while averting his gaze from mine, “come with me.” I cock an eyebrow in his direction, pursing my lips as my fingernails create a rhythm along the counter with my own nervous tapping. “Celebrate Christmas with me.”

I contemplate my words, racking my brain to let him down as sweetly as possible without him nagging at me for this until the end of the week. I loved Dylan’s family and I wanted to believe it was reciprocated, but crashing a Christmas party wasn’t the same as coming over for the weekend because of a birthday of sorts. The fear of being unwelcome was a bit too fierce.

“Don’t even try.” Dylan warns me, his finger accusingly pointing in my direction. “I won’t let you stay here alone and wallow in your self-pity. This – This isn’t even a question, it’s a demand. You’re coming with me. I leave on Saturday, and you better have packed a bag for a few days, Y/N.” A small smile crawls onto my lips as I avert his fierce gaze, fumbling with my fingertips.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, babe.” He leans over, dropping a five-dollar bill in front of me and pressing his lips firmly against my cheek, his nose squishing at the impact. Without a second thought, my hand lifts and I cup his jaw, eyelids fluttering as he already retracts. “’Morrow, Dyl.”

I watch him skip out of the bar and wave at me through the frost-tinted glass, disappearing from sight and down the sidewalk. I take a deep breath, shaking my head and almost scream when I see my coworker standing behind me. “That seems like you’ve gotten your Christmas miracle, Y/N.”

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xoxokiaraaxoxo · 3 years

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The Bluff || Part 16 || Mitch Rapp

Author: wittystiles

Word Count: 2k+

Relationship: Mitch Rapp x Reader

Warnings: Cursing (last time i’ll use this one fuckin’ expect cursing tbh)

Authors Note: Well fuck me, it’s back. After taking sixteen months off and deciding this story was dead seven times, I’m Goddamn back. And so is this hot-steaming pile of dog shit known as The Bluff. I hope to Goddamn hell y’all like it. If you don’t - well - shove it. Feedback is THE MOST IMPORTANT okay, thank you! (-: I love y’all, thanks for chillin’ with me. Read this if you will. Thanks. ((also thank you to my lovely @ellie-bee242 for never giving up on this fic!))

Irene stared at Stan, face expressionless. If anything, she looked tired. She leaned back in her chair and brought her hands together underneath her chest, head resting against the plush leather backing. “She’s moving in with him?” She repeated in a questioning tone.

“Yes,” Stan said in a sigh. “What part of that was unclear? I said exactly what you just repeated, without the inflection you had, but same meaning nonetheless. She’s moving in with him. He’s going to live with her. They’re going to share a place. Their addresses will be the same. They’re cohabiting. I am running out of ways to rephrase this.”

Irene rolled her eyes, “when will their union take place?”

“I don’t know their moving schedule. And ‘union’, come on Irene, no one talks like that.”

Ignoring the latter part of his response, Irene continued. “Could you find out?”

“No.”

Her dark eyes narrowed at the older man and contemplated the various ways that she could attempt to kill him with the pen sitting on her desk. She knew most would be thwarted the moment she tried them, however, and decided against any actual action. “So, while you had some information, you’re actually nearly entirely useless to me?”

“I wouldn’t call myself useless, ever.”

She shrugged, “do you have any idea where the two of them will be staying?”

“Together,” Stan answered immediately. “That is what cohabiting means, after all.”

“You’re fired,” she blurted without thought. “I’ll figure out how to get this shit done without you. Mitch can have a new mentor, if that’s what you are at this point, Stan.” She stood from her desk then, grabbing a file off of it’s edge fast enough to knock over a cup of pens that was stationed near it. “You have given me enough headaches for a lifetime.”

Stan stared at her in confusion, eyes trained on her face. “What?” He asked, finally processing her little blow up. “Knock it off,” he finally decided, reaching out to snatch the folder from her hands. She made no efforts to stop him, her breathing becoming long and deep. He didn’t think she’d gotten as angry as she had, but was clearly wrong, as he watched her calm herself down. “What is this?”

He opened the folder, thumbing through the contents with little interest, eyes darting quickly over each page. “You’re sending him out?” Stan wondered, looking up from the pages in his hand to the woman who was now busying herself tidying up her pens. “You know he’s not going to go.”

“He knows he won’t have a choice.”

He took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, closing the folder. “Irene, give him some more time.”

“He’s had over a month.”

“Let me remind you,” he leaned forward, holding the folder loosely between his legs, elbows resting on his knees. “He thought he was on assignment that entire month. (Y/N) was supposed to be his mission. He invested all of that time on her because he thought that’s what this big dumb organization was having him do. He even went and got those arms dealers, and his ass kicked, while in France. Give the kid some time with his new girlfriend.”

The chuckle that left Irene’s throat startled Stan, made him sit up straight again in his chair. She slowly made her way around her desk, taking her seat in her chair without another sound. When she made eye contact with Stan he leaned back, cocking his head ever so slightly to the side in calculation of her. “She isn’t his girlfriend,” she finally said in a cool and even tone. “She is his handler. And when the time comes, I will remove her from his life. Is that understood? Don’t make this something that it isn’t Stanley. Don’t give some deeper meaning to the two of them. Mitch is a pain-in-my-ass agent who thinks he writes the rules, and (Y/N) is there to rein him in. Nothing more, nothing less.”

She held no emotion behind her words. She could have been filling him in on the weather for the week in the same tone she used to remind him that they were manipulating Mitch’s life like he was a puppet on their string. He swallowed hard, suppressing the guilt that was gnawing at him like heartburn. “Irene,” Stan tried, using a voice he’d take with his own children. “Don’t be so cold. The kid’s falling for her.”

“Which was the plan,” she nodded her head like she was proud of herself. Another hard swallow from Stan. “Didn’t you so sinisterly say that he was going to? We wanted this remember? We dealt this hand for him at the beginning of the game. Sure, we didn’t think he’d play into it so well, but hell, Stan. This whole charade couldn’t be going better for us if we wanted it to.” She smiled then, “lest you forget that everything that we’ve done, every little move we’ve orchestrated? They’ve all been your ideas. You know how to play Mitch like an instrument and he’s really performing beautifully for you. You should have some pride.”

“Yeah,” he nodded his agreement, unsure what else to say to the woman before him.

“Now stop with this nonsense, and go give him that file. Lets see how having (Y/N) around affects the way he handles another task. We saw that he was quick to finish the one in Paris to rush back to her. I wonder if the same will hold true now that they’re cohabitating.”

Stan stood from the chair, deciding not to share parting words with Irene. He checked the file a final time while walking out of the office, headed for the elevator.

Mitch turned the corner to his apartment building sharply, seeing the older brick building come into view as his phone began singing loudly in the cupholder at his side. He blindly reached for it, answering it without hesitation as he pulled into the residential parking garage that wound underneath. “Going underground, I’m going to lose you.” He told the person on the other end of the phone, hanging it up without giving its signal a chance to be lost. He shoved the device into his pocket and searched around for a moment for a parking spot, stealing the one nearest the elevator. The older man that usually parked there was out of town visiting someone or doing something for the month, and he’d be damned if he let another one of the tenants get that spot.

He killed the engine, pocketed his keys, and got out slamming the door behind him with a metal clang. The noise echoed off the walls of the garage and for a moment he remembered being in France and finding a car to steal. He wondered if the owner had ever recovered it. He’d been so kind as to leave it relatively undamaged at the mouth of a tunnel near the river. He figured if junkies or the homeless hadn’t absolutely dismantled it, the owner could probably still even use it. Baring they didn’t mind it missing at least the windshield, to Mitch’s fault.

He walked the few steps to the elevator and jabbed impatiently at the button, waiting for it to light up. “Broke yesterday,” he heard a voice from his side say and he reached around his back reflexively for his gun. “Stairs are working though.”

A brunette woman was approaching him, carrying two overfilled brown grocery bags in her arms. “Leasing office said they’d send someone down within the week to take a look at it. Wouldn’t hold my breath though.” The woman made to pass Mitch and he processed her as a non-threat.

“That so?” He wondered, motioning towards the bags in her arms. “Let me help you,” he offered. She eyed him for a quick second before handing a bag over, wrapping both of her arms around the one she still held. “Mitch,” he introduced, opening the door to the stairs with his foot. She gave him a smile as he let her head through the door first.

She started up, her footfalls heavy on each of the metal stairs. “I’m Fiona,” she called over her shoulder as he followed her. “Moved in about a year ago. Met damn near every neighbor in this place, ‘cept you I guess. You new?”

“Lived here four years.”

She chuckled, continuing up. “You’ve lived here four years and this is the first we’re seeing of each other? What, you a recluse or somethin’?”

“Or somethin’.”

He heard her chuckle over the sound of her repositioning her arms around the bag. “Not much of a talker?”

His shoulders shrugged before he’d even processed the action, slowing his speed on the stairs to keep a relatively normal distance between her and himself. He wished absently that he’d not offered to help her, he could already be in his apartment by now. He needed to shower in a desperate way, and needed to still head out to the store to get something for (Y/N) to eat.

He frowned a little at the thought of her, of how she was so eager to thank him for cleaning. How small she had looked to him every time he’d peaked in to check on her. He wondered if she’d look that small in his place, too. If she’d still have the same soft light around her that she had in France and in her own apartment. Wondered if perhaps he couldn’t do her immediate harm after all.

“Earth to Mitch,” Fiona called with a laugh. “Boy, you really must be somethin’ else, gettin’ lost like that. You okay?”

He nodded, “tired.”

“You work the graveyard or somethin’? That's why you’re just gettin’ home at what -” she thought for a second. “Must be just after nine in the morning.”

Mitch waited until they reached the landing at the top of the stairs to acknowledge her question with furrowed brows. “I was out, doesn’t matter. I’m tired now though.” He handed her her grocery bag, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jacket. “Have a good morning, Fiona. It was nice meeting you.”

He pushed open the door to the lobby of the apartment building and made a hasty retreat as she called a “yeah, you too” from behind him. He took the stairs up to the top floor two and three at a time, striding quickly for his apartment door. He withdrew his keys as he rounded a corner, freezing dead in his tracks.

His eyes narrowed and his jaw set, fist clenching tightly around the keys. He closed the distance between himself and his apartment door, not further acknowledging the man leaning against the wall beside it. He let himself in and made to shut the door behind him, being thwarted by a boot wedged against the door jam.

“Now,” said the owner of the boot, pushing on the door until Mitch relented and opened it. “Is that any way to greet me?”

“This is my home, Stan.” Mitch sounded defeated. “You’re not supposed to just show up here. Remember? We’d agreed on that.”

Stan laughed mockingly, shutting and bolting Mitchs’ door behind himself once inside the apartment. “No. You told me not to show up here, and I chose to ignore that. There was no agreement ever reached.”

Mitch stopped himself from rolling his eyes as he crossed the living room to his couch where he sat down heavily, busying himself with unlacing his own boots. “Why are you here?”

“Came to give you this,” he dropped a folder down onto the counter in the kitchen, opening the fridge to look through its contents. “Jesus, it’s more barren in there than Irene.” Stan joked, shutting the fridge after. “You don’t even have a beer?”

“I don’t drink much,” Mitch supplied, tossing his shoes to the side. “As much as I don’t appreciate unannounced visits, I have to get showered. So. If you wouldn’t mind seeing yourself out, I’ll look at whatever that is when I get a chance.”

Stan shook his head, leaning back against the counter. “You’ll look at it now, Mitch.”

There was a moment where Mitch contemplated not even acknowledging Stan. His bathroom was feet away and he could easily make it there before Stan could stop him. His foot twitched a little, ready for him to move. He rose to his feet, his brain willing him to head for the bathroom, but his body made its way to the kitchen where he picked up the folder. “What is this?”

“Christ, can’t you read?”

Mitch glared down at the pages, figuring it better than glaring at Stan, and read over everything carefully. “Spain?”

“Yes.”

“In two days?”

“Yes, fuck. It says all of this shit in black and white right there, Mitch. Why do you keep fuckin’ asking me?”

“No thanks,” Mitch decided, tossing the folder to the counter.

Stan boomed a laugh, picked the folder up, and smacked Mitch with it on the side of the head. “You don’t have a fuckin’ choice in this, runt.”

Mitch’s jaw clenched, his eyes trained on the pages of the folder, his chest rising and falling with strain. He didn’t want to leave yet. Didn’t want a mission this soon. He had things to do, things to take care of. He had other pressing matters that needed tending to before anything for Stan and Irene. He closed the folder with the loud sound of pages slamming and tossed it to the counter. “I’ll be ready to ship out then.”

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