Fallin' For You - Mitch Rapp
Author: @harringtonstilinski
Characters: Mitch Rapp x Reader
Word Count: 3127
Warnings: fake dating trope, fluff, squint for angst
Requested: “Mitch x Reader where they’re best friends to lovers. Fake dating trope. Mitch is trying to get Katrina back but realizes he’s in love with his best friend 🤭 And use this somewhere in the story 🥺 Omg I’d melt. “Kiss me.” “Wha—“ ” @maddie0101
A/N: Hi, friends! I hope y'all enjoy this Mitch piece! If you like this please don’t hesitate to reblog, comment, send something into my askbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊
“I need you to do me a favor.”
You looked at your best friend, confused look on your face. “I’m sorry?”
Mitch sighed, hanging his head for a moment before looking back at you. “I need you to do me a favor.”
“Are you asking or telling?”
Groaned, Mitch tossed his head back. “Please, don’t play this game. It’s important.”
Laughing had the both of you looking to your right, seeing Katrina with her new boyfriend at a table not far from the couch you were occupying. Mitch looked back at you, a smile on his face before you rolled your eyes and looked at him.
Already knowing where he was going with it, you raised your finger at him while raising your brows to say, “No.”
“Did you just pull a Stanley Tucci from The Devil Wears Prada?” he asked, deadpan expression.
Shrugging, you went back to your laptop. “So what if I did?”
“Dude, please?” Mitch all but begged.
“What’s in it for me?”
“Free tickets to my lacrosse games.”
You sighed, typing something on your keyboard. “I’m a student, I get in for free anyways.”
He thought about it for a moment before snapping his fingers. “Free locker room access.”
“My uncle’s the coach. I get free access anyway.”
Mitch groaned again, resting his forehead on your shoulder. “You’re killing me, Smalls.” That earned him a chuckle from you.
“I know,” you said, turning your laptop towards Mitch to show him your screen, a picture of a restaurant you’ve been wanting to try. “I’ll do it and at the end, we’ll have a bestie date here.”
“Deal.” He held his fist out for you to bump with yours. “We’ll need rules.”
You opened a new Google Doc and typed in big letters FAKE DATING RULES. Looking at him, you were ready to type.
Mitch thought for a moment before he said, “No sex.”
Typing it, you said, “Easy. Next.”
“No kissing, and no-”
“No falling in love. Also, let’s limit the PDA to just hand holding and our normal kissing of temples and foreheads. You can put your arm around my shoulders like normal, too.”
“So, we’re just gonna add hand holding to what we already do,” Mitch stated.
“Correct. When does this faking dating shit start?” You looked past him, seeing that Katrina and her new beau were already gone. “ ‘Cause she’s gone.”
Mitch looked over at where Katrina just was, his face falling a little. Turning back to look at your screen, he replied, “Tomorrow morning. First thing after we leave your apartment.”
Sticking your hand out without looking, you felt his hand grab yours, giving you the handshake that solidified your arrangement.
“You’re the best,” Mitch said, giving you a kiss on the cheek before quickly getting up, hearing your laugh and statement of “I know” as he walked away.
He knew this was going to be the best way to get Katrina back… unless another girl came into his life before he could.
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A knock sounded on your apartment door, causing a groan to escape you after you just about jumped out of your own skin. “Coming,” you half groaned, half whined, getting up from your bed.
Walking to the door, you put on your robe that you grabbed while walking out of your room. When you opened the door, you glared at the person on the other side.
“Why aren’t you dressed yet?” Mitch asked, holding two cups of coffee.
“Because it’s six in the freaking morning, and my first class isn’t until eight.” Looking at the cups in his hands, you added, “And one of those better be for me.”
Mitch walked into your apartment, going straight for the kitchen. “I hate to break it to you, but it’s 7:15. I’m always here at this time on the dot.” He turned to face you, still holding one of the cups after taking a sip of each to see which one was yours. “And yes, this one's for you.”
“Bless,” you whispered, walking over to him and taking the cup from his hand. Walking back to your room, you took a sip and let him know that you’d be ready in fifteen minutes.
As he walked around your apartment, he chuckled to himself, thinking you wouldn’t be ready in that amount of time. He went into his bag, bringing out a few pictures of the two of you, putting them in random spots around your living area, kitchen and bedroom once you were clothed.
You watched him set the picture down on your nightstand, a brow raised as you applied your brow gel. “Uhm, did you switch majors to Interior Design?”
“No, why?” he asked, turning to face you, watching as you put your mascara on.
“Because you’re adding picture frames to my room. I have a friend who’s majoring in Interior Design and she rearranges my shit all the time when she comes over.”
Mitch chuckled to himself, scratching at his temple. “Well, I know Katrina comes over sometimes and we need to seem as authentic as possible.”
Sighing in defeat, you remembered your arrangement the two of you set up last night at the library as you replaced the mascara wand back in the tube. You stood and went to look for your bag, your best friend clearing his throat. Turning to face him, Mitch lifted your bag, a smirk on his face.
Grabbing it from him, you sighed out your thanks, his smartass reply of “Anything for my girl” coming from his mouth. You wanted to slap him, but decided against it as you walked out of your room and the front door of your apartment.
Mitch followed behind, closing and locking your door with the spare key he had. Knowing full well he could’ve used the key to open your apartment door, he wanted to see the look on your face when you opened the door since you weren’t a morning person.
As the two of you walked down the walkway to your first classes, you laughed at something stupid Mitch had said, putting your hand on his shoulder to steady yourself. “Hey, Mitch!” you both heard, your heads turning to face the source of the voice.
Noticing Katrina walking your way with a smile on her face, you knew it was go time, voicing at such before lacing your fingers with Mitch’s, a spark crawling up your arm. As he tightened his hold on your hand, he replied to Katrina with, “Oh, hey, Katrina. What’s up?”
“Just wanted to see if–” Her words stopped short when she saw both of your hands clasped together. “Wait,” she said, adjusting her backpack strap on her shoulder. “You two are together now?”
You looked up at Mitch, seeing a smirk on his face as he released your hand to put his arm around your shoulders. “Yup,” he replied. “Been going on - what - three months now?” He looked at you, eyes going a little wide to silently tell you to play along.
The two of you hadn’t discussed the timeline of your fake relationship, so you just had to go with whatever he was saying. You did, however, remember when he told you about them breaking up about four months ago, giving him what he would think to be the perfect amount of time to get over someone.
Nodding your head, you looked from Mitch back to Katrina, wrapping your arm around his back. “Yeah, that’s right. Ya’know, we just realized that because we’ve been best friends since grade school, we’d give it a chance and it’s the best decision. Right, babe?” You looked up at him, a small smile on your face.
Mitch felt something in soul at you calling him babe. He did have a crush on you when you two were in middle school and high school, but he pushed it away with all the boys you ended up being in relationships with.
“That’s right,” he replied, the smirk still on his face. He had placed his lips against your temple, a smile forming on your face.
When you looked back at Katrina, you saw a flash of hurt in her eyes, the emotion showing on her face. “O-oh,” she stuttered. “W-well, I hope you two are happy.”
Scrunching your brows slightly, you felt bad about this arrangement at seeing the hurt on her face. You sighed, ready to tell her the truth, but Mitch’s hand on your shoulder had the words dying in your throat as he said, “We are. Thanks.”
You looked up at him, hurt in your own eyes as Katrina said, “Well, I, uhh, I guess I’ll see you two around.” Turning your attention back to Katrina, you went to say something, but noticed that she was already walking away.
“I feel terrible,” you whispered. “She seemed so sad.”
Mitch sighed, rubbing his hand up and down your upper arm. “Well, she should’ve thought about that before she broke up with me.”
“Mitch,” you said, quietly. Looking up at him through your lashes, your eyes danced between his own. “I get why you’re wanting to do this, but I feel like it’s for the wrong reason. If you wanted her back, you should’ve let her come back to you if she regretted it that much.”
He looked at you, thinking your words over before he sighed. “You’re right, but at the time it seemed like the right thing to do. We’re in this now, so can we just see it to the end?”
Thinking it over for no more than a second, you nodded your head, agreeing. The only thing you wanted was for your best friend to be happy. “Yeah. Just… remember the rules.”
“No sex, no kissing–”
“No falling in love.” You took a deep breath, releasing it while whispering, “Especially that one.”
What the two of you didn’t know about each other was that you both were falling hard for the other, and have been since about the tenth grade, with no chances of slowing down.
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Groaning, you fell onto your back on the couch, the back of your head meeting Mitch’s thighs. “How much longer do we have to keep this up? It’s starting to get exhausting.”
Chuckling, Mitch said, “Well, hello to you, too.”
“Hi. Now, answer my question.”
He sighed, turning the page in his book. “Hopefully not too much longer.”
Rolling your eyes, you looked up at him through your lashes, looking at the bottom of his jaw. “You’ve been saying that for three months now.” Your feelings for him grew substantially during the last three months.
Truth be told, Mitch’s feelings for Katrina started to fade while his feelings for you also grew substantially. He couldn’t stop thinking about you; you were his first thought in the mornings, his last thoughts before he fell asleep at night. Some nights, the two of you found yourselves wrapped in each other’s arms after a late night study session.
“And I’m serious this time,” he retorted, looking down at you.
You chuckled, poking at the double that appeared at the angle he was looking down at. “Fatty.”
That caused a soft laugh to come from Mitch’s throat, the All-American lacrosse player poking at your nose. “You eat more than I do, so how am I the fatty?”
“Because you have a double chin and I don’t,” you stated with a smile, poking his chin again. Laughter erupted from your throat as Mitch poked your side, knowing you were extremely ticklish on your ribs. You laughed so hard that tears were forming in your eyes, gasps sounding as you tried to gain control of your breathing. “Okay, okay, okay. I surrender!”
“Ha ha! Score one for Mitch,” he said, drawing an imaginary number one in the air.
“You’re such an ass,” you chuckled, feeling Mitch’s fingers lace with yours, something he started doing more and more.
“But you love this ass.” He had a smile on his face as he looked at you, a spark in his eye that you only saw when he looked at Katrina.
You watched as he looked up from you, hearing a book shut before a chair was slid back under a table. Confused, you picked your head up to see what had gained his attention… or rather, who.
Watching as Katrina walked away, you sighed angrily to yourself, releasing your fingers from Mitch’s to sit up and grab your bag that you dropped before standing to walk away. Feeling as though you were a good distance away from Mitch, you muttered to yourself, “I can’t do this anymore.”
“Can’t do what anymore?”
You jumped and turned around, facing Mitch as he had a confused look on his face. Sighing, you said, “Forget it.” Turning back around, you started walking away from him again. Fingers being laced with yours had you jerking your hand back, your palm hitting your thigh as you walked back to your apartment.
Knowing that Mitch was walking behind you, you didn’t care, not wanting to have a conversation with him in front of everyone. Once you made it back to your apartment, you set your bag down on your couch, resting your hands on your hips.
“I can’t do this anymore,” you said, eyes closing. Tears started to form in your eyes at the thought of telling your best friend how you felt. Even after pretending to be his girlfriend for three months and saying fake confessions in front of everyone, you still felt it. You’d tell everyone that the moment you saw him, you instantly knew that he’d be the one someday, and your friends would ask if that was true and you’d tell them no, which was a lie.
Your friends knew about the arrangement, not wholeheartedly agreeing with the decision, but backing your stories up when they were around. They’d also ask when you fell in love with him, and you’d respond with what you were hoping they thought was a bogus story of a very cliche moment where the two of you were doing homework and you just looked at him, connecting the dots on cheek.
Mitch’s lacrosse buddies would ask similar questions and he would give them similar answers to yours, most of them laughing it off as they knew he still had a thing for Katrina, but what they didn’t know was the whole trying to get Katrina back thing almost worked for about a month, but when he realized his true feelings for you never left since high school, he decided to keep up with the charade for the sake of his friends.
The moment Mitch realized he was in love with you was the moment he told you about Katrina and his relationship, and seeing how your face fell. He never wanted you to feel that way again, and since then, he’d been in love with you. Mitch didn’t want to act on his feelings towards you because he didn’t know if you felt the same way.
Now, standing in your apartment living room, staring at your back, Mitch just wondered what was going through your mind. “Can’t do what?” he asked, setting his own bag down. Honestly, he just wanted to get to the bottom of it.
“This,” you said, turning to face him. A tear streamed down your cheek as you sucked in a breath. “I can’t play pretend anymore. I can’t pretend to be your girlfriend to make your ex jealous. I can’t pretend to love you because faking it just isn’t cutting it for me anymore.”
He crossed his arms over his chest, silently agreeing with everything you were saying. “Anything else?”
Scoffing, you ran a hand through your hair. “I can’t stand the fact that I’m not allowed to have sex with you because, good shit, that’s all I want to do. I can’t stand the fact that I’m not to kiss you because that’s also all I want to do. Falling in love with you? Well, fuck me, I already have. But you’re so fucking strung on Katrina that every time she’s around, you’re all fucking affectionate. Hell, even when she’s not around you’re still affectionate as fuck.”
“Well, I could say the same thing about you,” Mitch retorted. “All I do is think about you. You’re my first and last thoughts of the day. The shit with Katrina worked for the first month, but after I knew she wouldn’t come back, I realized my true feelings for someone else. That someone else being you. I like being affectionate with you because it’s just how we are. Katrina and I were hardly ever affectionate the way we are. I also want sex, to kiss you, to fall even more in love with you. I–”
“Kiss me,” you stated.
“Wha–”
“Mitchell, if you don’t put your lips against mine, I swear to shit, I will kick you out of my apartment and never let you ba–” Your words stopped at the feeling of Mitch’s lips on yours. To be honest, you were a little shocked that he would actually kiss you, even though you both confessed you wanted to kiss each other.
Mitch had cupped your cheeks when stepped closer to kiss you. He pulled back slightly, still able to feel your lips brush his as he said, “Kiss me back or else I’m walking out and never coming ba–”
Grabbing his cheeks, you brought his lips back to yours, relishing in the feeling of your lips moving in sync. Soft moans came from your throat as Mitch asked for entrance into your mouth, your tongues exploring each other’s mouths.
When your lungs felt like they were on fire, you pulled away from him, feeling his forehead rest on yours as the two of you tried to catch your breaths. “Holy shit,” you breathed.
“Holy shit is right,” he breathed right back.
“Why did we wait to do that again?”
Mitch chuckled, pecking your lips before opening his eyes to look at you, a smirk on his face. “Because we were young and stupid.”
“We’re still young and stupid.”
“Young,” he said, pecking your lips. “Stupid.” Another peck.
“And in love,” you added. Walking away from Mitch, you went to your bag, bringing out your phone and bringing up your music app, Colbie Caillate’s Falling For You playing through the speakers, a laugh coming from Mitch as he took your hands and danced with you, a random thing he started doing with you back in middle school.
Mitch knew that being with you was going to a challenge, but it was a challenge he was willing to face… especially if it meant you two danced to this song at your future wedding reception.
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Additional A/N: part three of wlcfl will be out when i can find a stopping point.
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Posted on October 17, 2023
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