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Following Orders pt. 4 - Mitch Rapp

Description: Y/N and Stan have to deal with a new recruit being sent in. Training a handsome, reckless man is one thing. But can she keep her hands to herself?
Relationship: Mitch Rapp x Reader - AMERICAN ASSASSIN

Title:   I’ll make sure you won’t regret it.

Word count: 1987

A/N: Contains teasing Mitch and oral (female receiving). It’s a slow build-up to something neither of them will forget. Please let me know what you think! xox

Part 1. *  Part 2.**  Part 3**.

“Rapp! Stop!” I feel the heavy weight being lifted off my back and I push myself onto my knees, coughing from the mud that somehow seemed to have gotten into my mouth – being face planted face first. I feel a hand curl around my biceps and I jerk away, immediately rising to my feet. I expected to see Mitch, but instead am met with Stan’s penetrating gaze.

“You alright?” Stan whispers, barely audible for myself, as he brushes clumps of dirt from my shoulder blade. I roll my eyes, wiping along my face – and probably spreading the mud even more. “Of course I am. Fucking prick.” I am still slightly gasping, shaking my head as I glare angrily at a panting Mitch Rapp a few feet away. He is leaning against a tree, not giving any of us any form of attention as he tries to catch his breath himself.

“Go hit the showers, you’re done for today. I’ll deal with Rapp.” I hear Stan loud and clear, but I still can’t help it if I feel my own bubble of anger bursting at the sight of the new assassin – well, trainee. These practices were for him to control his movements and take control over the situation – but as soon as I had pinned him to the flooring of the woods today, something had seemed to snap in him. The unexpected happened and I wasn’t prepared – a mistake on my part – ending with me eating mud for dinner.

“Your new puppy has some serious anger management issues.” I speak just loud enough for Mitch’s head to snap in my direction at my words, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. “Fucking bullshit.” I growl again and push away from Stan to jog out of the woods and toward our rooms.

At first, I didn’t even notice how sore my body was. When my jog eventually slowed down to a leisure stroll, I could feel every muscle strain in agony after three days of non-stop training with Rapp. I wince with every step I take towards the showers, my towel clutched tightly in my bloody fist – I had hit the tree bark instead of Mitch’s nose yesterday. Somehow the wounds had ruptured again.

I don’t get why Hurley paired me up with Mitch. Maybe Hurley wanted me to taunt Mitch, draw some emotions from him that he needed to gain control over – and let me tell you, that man has a lot of uncontrolled emotions. But at least a heads’ up would’ve sufficed. Stan always quickly came to my aid when Mitch seemed to lose it and although I’m sure I could take him, I was thankful. I hadn’t been in the right mind either and I wouldn’t get away fast enough – before Stan would be on my ass as well.

One second, we’re practicing manoeuvres, and the next, it seems as if you can visibly see his eyes shift and I’m thrown forcefully against a tree, knocking the air right out of my lungs. Three days of Mitch Rapp going absolutely berserk on my ass was enough for me to be out of training for at least a week – I could feel it in every cell. My body was begging me to stop.

A groan loudly slips from my lips when I notice a fine, purple handprint already gaining shade on my right arm. I wipe at my face again, pursing my lips together and suddenly I’m wincing a lot more than before. I lift my hand away from my head and see the droplet of blood dangling on my thumb, indicating my busted lip, which I ignored. I wipe over the cut again, licking over it and smiling when I couldn’t taste the familiar metal taste anymore.

My possessions drop onto the old tile floor in front of one of the shower stalls furthest to the back, waiting around so the lights would pop on after me flicking the switch upon entrance. It seems as if every movement demands too much energy from me now and I just need a few moments to myself, even if it were only minutes, to try and let the hot beam of water at least soothe the sore muscles in my back.

I’m so lost in my own thoughts that I don’t hear the metal door clink back closed after being opened, or his loud footsteps echoing through the cramped space, or his belt buckle hitting the same tile floor that holds my clothing. I only sense his presence when he’s right behind me and I stiffen, relaxing against his touch when I realize who it is.

“You held your own pretty well out there.” He breathes against my neck, the tip of his nose brushing along my shoulder and up to my jaw, peppering the wet skin with feather light kisses.

My fingertips press into the tile on the wall and I open my eyes, turning my head to feel the scruff of Mitch’s beard rub along my cheek. “Leave.” Every cell in my body screams for me to pounce on him – although my head is screaming to snap his neck for doing this to me.
“Let me make it up to you…” His fingertips dance over my hips, his arms winding around my stomach and he pushes my naked body flush against his. I wince again, trying to pry his arms off my body.

“There is nothing to make up to me. But you could be a doll and fuck off.” I whip around in his embrace, pushing against his chest and sending him staggering backwards. His gaze flicks over my frame and I know he lingers on every abrasion that shouldn’t be there in the first place – gifts from him from the last couple of days. “I thought about your words the other day.” Mitch speaks, his brow set low as he takes tentative steps closer.

My features set into a glare as I hide my exposed body from Mitch’s wandering gaze. “Which?”
“About following orders.” His hand reaches out for me, fingertips ghosting over my waist as he steps impossibly closer.
“Well I don’t see you listening right now, that’s usually where it starts. With listening.” I press my flat hands against his bare chest, a hint of a smile breaking through. He reciprocates my gesture with a smirk of his own.

“Aren’t you witty.” His hand cups my jaw and he presses my head against the tiles. A groan leaves my lips when I feel Mitch’s erection press against my thigh, his lips hovering mere inches from mine. “What? No remarks left?” He chuckles as his lips connect with my jaw, trailing his kisses toward my lips. “Where was that arrogance when I was sucking you off, Rapp? Tell me that.”

“There is the mouth I love so much.” Mitch breaths, catching my lips with his in a sloppy kiss. His tongue swipes along my bottom lip before he deepens our kiss, fingertips roughly digging into my ass.

“I couldn’t…” Mitch starts, his teeth sinking into my shoulder blade as his hands roughly cup my breast, “…stop thinking…” another lick before his teeth graze my skin, “…about your lips…” I interrupt him, dragging a moan from his lips as I rake my nails along his chest, “…wrapped around my cock. And I couldn’t stop –“ His gaze meets mine and it feels like he sets me ablaze with the intensity, his hand cupping over my core and drawing a shudder out of my body.

“- Stop imagining what it would feel like to be buried inside you.” It’s my turn to moan loudly, arching my back off the wall and against Mitch’s toned, bruised chest. His middle finger presses between my folds, dragging a low-pressure line until his fingertip hits my clit and I’m a moaning mess.

In a split second, I’m turned around in Mitch’s grasp and my breasts press against the cool tile. His lips reconnect with my neck and one of his arms holds me flush against him while his other disappears between my legs once more.

“Tell me what you want, Y/n.” Mitch rasps against the shell of my ear and shudders erupt all over my body. His fingertips are tapping against my pelvis, his other hand raising to cup my breast, kneading the soft flesh with his calloused fingers.

“You.” I state matter-of-factly, turning my head and pressing my lips against his firm jaw. I drag my bottom lip across his cheek as his fingers dip between my legs again, his eyes tightly shut and mouth agape. A growl passes my lips when I feel him press into me again, his thumb pressing against my clit.

“Oh my –“ I breathe, throwing my head back, against Mitch’s shoulder. My fingernails dig into his muscular arm as I try to catch my breath. Mitch’s skilled fingers trace patterns onto my clit as he pumps in and out, each time the tips of his fingers grazing my G spot.

“Mitch – I – “ I gasp, his touch, grasp and lips heightening all my senses. He picks up the pace, his movements jerkier and I feel his erection rub along my ass, pushing me even further to my orgasm. “Come on, baby.” Mitch whispers against my skin before sinking his teeth into the tender flesh and my breathing hitches as my orgasm crashes over me.

Mitch stills his movements, his lips never quavering their gentle assault over my neck and shoulders. I lazily turn my head to catch my lips with his and he’s eager to comply, moaning against my lips as he tightens his grip on my breast.

When I’ve caught my breath, he takes a step back and lets me turn around. I’m quick to walk up to him, grasping his neck with both my hands and roughly pull him down for a passionate, tension-filled kiss. He moans against my lips as I let my fingers ghost over his abdomen before taking a step back.

Mitch whips his head around as I step away from him and away from the water. “Y/N, come back. I’m not done with you.” I glance back at him, my fingers curled around the shower curtain as I grant him my biggest smirk. “But I am done with you though.”

“Y/N you can’t just leave me here like this.” Mitch yells as he throws his arms up, eyes wide and I can’t help but glance down at his very prominent erection. My tongue darts out to lick along my lips as I let my gaze fall back onto his, pulling my lip between my teeth.

“Oh, but I can, Rapp. I need my rest as someone practically killed me out of a bit of sexual frustration.” I laugh, wrapping my towel around my frame as I pick up my scattered clothing off the floor.

“My frustration can only get worse like this, baby. Come on, come here.” Mitch reaches out from underneath the shower and I step out of his reach, laughing humourlessly as I shake my head at the aggravating man who immediately frowns when he realizes what I’m doing.

“Prove to me you can really listen, Rapp, and I’ll make sure you won’t regret it.” I wave at him before turning around and slipping out the door. I can’t get the shit-eating grin off my face.

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Hello for sleepover Saturday I had a really lonely time so I know it's a lil late but I was wondering if I could request a fluffy Remus blurb? Something with him being cute and cheeky in trying to flirt with the reader (much to her embarrassment and joy) bc people hardly ever do ones with a more confident Remus. Sorry I didn't really ask on time there, so I get it if you'd rather pass on it. I'd be happy to wait for the next SS you do :) thanks so much! xoxo

“Where’d you find that book?” 

The voice coming from behind startled you, making you jump a little in your seat. As far as you knew, no one else was in the library. It was a Saturday, after all. Who else could possibly be there? But you recognized the voice immediately. It was the voice of a boy you’d had a crush on since first year. Remus was everything you wanted- considerate, kind, funny, smart, and the most handsome boy you’d ever seen. Something about his sweet face, wiry brown hair, and dimpled smile got you right from the start. You’d thought maybe, at one time, he liked you too, but you thought he’d have made his move by now if that were the case.

“I brought it from home, actually. Not a great selection of muggle books here,” you said smiling. He had come around to your side, taking a seat on the stool to your right. Remus rested his elbow on the table, propping his chin up in his palm.

“Narnia has always been on of my favorites. I particularly liked Silver Chair,” he beamed, his eyes looking all over your face. Something was different about the way he was looking at you today. There was a glint in his eyes you hadn’t really seen before.

“Yes, me too…Is everything ok Rem?” you asked, quietly closing your book to focus your full attention on him.

“Of course. You just…you look so beautiful today,” he said simply, giving you a bright smile, his wide eyes fixed on yours.

“Oh stop it! I look like rubbish today.” A bright blush was covering you from head to toe. It was hard to remember a time he’d been so forward with you. Sure, you’d seen him set James and Sirius straight a time or two, but he’d never been so direct with you.

“Do not! You’ve never looked like rubbish a day in your life.” He reached his finger over, pressing lightly on the tip of your nose. A small giggle came out of you, reigniting the blush that had only started to subside. “So what do I have to do to get you to say yes to a date with me?”

“Ask me nicely,” you said, scooting a little closer.

“Y/N, will you please go to Hogsmeade with me next weekend?” Remus asked earnestly, eagerly awaiting your response.

“I will go with you to Hogsmeade next weekend,” you half mumbled, unable to look him in the eyes, totally overwhelmed that he had finally asked you on a date. He clapped his hands together once, pleased his plan had worked.

“Wonderful! If I don’t see you before then…” he got up from his stool and slowly leaned over, placing a small kiss on your cheek. Every cell in your body was bouncing around excitedly as he walked out of the library. Had Remus really just asked you out? And did you just say yes?

Sk8er Girl CH4 (Trixya)- Squeaky Pink
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Trixya!HS AU. Trixie is a nerdy, girly girl with bows and frills. Katya is a skater chick with scuffed knees and a flazeda attitude. When they’re assigned as lab partners, can they discover chemistry together?

(AN: LAST chapter! We did the angst, hurt, comfort, and fluff. Now - smut! Hope y’all enjoyed the ride)

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Park Chanyeol// Lucky One Part 2

Being kept against your will in a laboratory and tested upon by people to try and control your powers, you discover that you are not alone. (Based on the Lucky One concept) 
Scenario: Angst, superpowers, AU
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I Want Crazy (Part 7)

Summary: You try to adjust back to real life, but are surprised by a visit from Jensen a couple weeks later

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 2,300

Warnings: none…? a little sad at the beginning, sorry

A/N: AAAAAND PART 7 IS HERE! I hope you guys like it… I think you will though ;) Also that is not my gif, thank you google. Imagine him cracking a smile at the end, it was the best I could do.

This is a series!! Catch up here!

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Three Little Words

Hey :) would you do an imagine where you and daryl dixon are dating but he didnt say the words ‘I love you’ yet. So one day you join a run with some others but you end up getting shot accidentally. Then you’re carried back into the prison and as soon Daryl sees you being unconscious he Freaks out and thinks you’re dead. After you get operated, you survive but you’re out for a while. Daryl stays with you and after you wake up, he tells you that he loves you properly ? :) thank you dear 😊 

“Daryl, can you pass my water bottle?” I asked as I packed my bag. He tossed the bottle over the table and I placed it in the side pocket for easy access on the road. I secured the gun holster on my thigh before putting the pack on my bag and standing upright, facing the man in front of me. He leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, munching on an apple.

“Don’t know how long I’ll be out, but I should be home by tomorrow latest” I said, adjusting the shoulder straps. I took a step closer to him and wrapped my arms around his waist as he wrapped a muscular arm around my shoulders.

“Still don’t want me to come?” He asked in his gruff voice.

“Nah, I’ll be fine. Plus, I’ll be with Glenn and Michonne, no biggie” I replied. He sighed and placed his hand on the back of my neck, pulling me in to give me a kiss on the forehead.

“Be careful, alright?” he said. 

I nodded. “I love you” I said, standing on my toes, awaiting a kiss. Instead he hugged me. My heart sank a bit; after all this time with Daryl, he still couldn’t say those three little words. I kissed his cheek and left our cell to meet Michonne and Glenn at the gates in a rush. I didn’t want Daryl to see me flustered over something so insignificant– even though it meant so much to me.

Of course, a simple supply run could never be just simple.

On the road back, another group followed and nearly ran us off the road for our supplies. Michonne was able to keep us from turning over as Glenn and I shot at them from the back seat. The car came to a stop and we got out, guns still pointed at the other group’s vehicle, and inched closer. The driver seemed knocked out over the wheel, and the passenger had a bullet in his chest.

“All clear” I called, lowering my gun to put it away. Suddenly, someone jumped out of the backseat, and two gunshots rang out. The third person fell to the ground, and a pain shot through my lower abdomen. It didn’t register to me what happened until Glenn was in front of me, eyes wide and holding me up.

“(Y/N), (Y/N) stay with us. Come on’“ he exclaimed frantically. I looked down to see a spot of blood expanding on my shirt. Breathing became a hard task, and I began to feel drowsy.

“Michonne! Help me get her in the car, we need to get her to Hershel” Glenn called out, his voice seeming farther and farther away with every word.

And then there was darkness.

Daryl’s P.O.V

I made my way to the gate to relieve Maggie and start my watch when a car came blazing down the road. I readied my gun and aimed through the gate when I recognized the car. It was (Y/N).

Something was wrong.

Glenn’s head stuck out the window and he began shouting “Open the gate!”. I ran and began opening just in time for them to drive right in. Michonne stopped the car and opened up the back door, revealing Glenn in a bloody shirt and– (Y/N) passed out in the back seat.

“What happened?” I asked, nearly diving in the car and pulled her out. She was bleeding from her stomach, and was pale, her lips starting to turn blue.

“Someone followed us, nearly drove us off the ro- GET HERSCHEL- they drove us off the road. Someone jumped out and shot her” Glenn rambled, pushing through the crowd that had now formed as I carried her to the med bay. She was growing weaker in my arms by the second. I couldn’t lose her. No, not her.

We reached the med bay and Herschel had a cot prepared. I laid her down, hands shaking. Maggie rushed in with some supplies, and Herschel instructed her on something, but I couldn’t focus on anything but (Y/N).

“Daryl!” someone called.I was spun around by Maggie, her eyes wide. “You need to step out so we can work on her”.

“I- I ain’t leaving her” I protested.

“Daryl, we’ll take care of her. I promise” she said, squeezing my arm. I looked back down at (Y/N), tears welling in my eyes. I should have gone with her. I couldn’t lose her.

“Save her” I said. Maggie nodded and rushed me out, slamming the door closed behind me. I slammed my fists on the door frame, and only then did I see the blood on my hands. I hung my head and let out a small sob.

Save her. Save her. Please.


I felt myself lifted out of my sleep slowly, and a light made me squeeze my eyes shut. The echoes around me told me that I was in the basement… Why? I tried to take a breath, and a pain shot through my side, making me wince.

“(Y/N)?” a familiar gruff voice said. I felt a warmth next to me, and a rough hand rest on mine.

“Daryl?” I asked, my voice weak and hoarse.

“Yeah, yeah it’s me” he replied, squeezing my hand. I heard a sniffle… was he crying?

“What… happened?” I asked, my eyes fluttering open. I blinked a few times to clear my vision, and I saw him: teary eyed and red-nosed.

“You uh, you got shot out on the run… you lost a lot of blood but yer okay now” he said, ending with a sniffle. I nodded, remembering the incident, and the pain in my side.

“How long have I been out?” I asked, attempting to sit up, to no avail.

“Three days” he said. My eyes widened.

“I should have gone out with you. I could have been there-”

“Daryl, there’s nothing anyone could have done. It just happened” I said, cutting him off.

“Naw, I could have…” he trailed off.

“What? You could have taken the bullet for me?” I asked jokingly. He looked up at me and nodded. I shook my head.

“No. I wouldn’t let you” I said.

“I would… (Y/N)” he said softly, moving his hands to cup my face, “I love you”.

I froze in place. My heart nearly skipped a beat. I love you. He finally said it.

“I know it’s taken me a while to admit it but, I nearly lost you. I don’t want that to ever happen again. I need you to know that. I love you”. I smiled softly, a single tear sliding down my cheek.

“I love you too Daryl” I replied in almost a whisper, pulling him close and kissing him deeply. He rested his forehead on mine for a moment.

“From now on, I’m doing the runs. No exceptions” he said. I chuckled softly, wincing at the pain it caused.

“They’re all yours, Dixon”

If loving you is wrong (I don’t want to be right)

Summary:  They live in a society where the Ministry for Procreation decides who you get to marry. Oliver and Nyssa have come to terms with that. Although they are married, Nyssa can secretly be with Sara, and Oliver can do whatever he wants to do. When Oliver decides to make changes, he falls madly in love with Felicity. Therefore. his life takes a pleasant turn because although they cannot publicly be together, at least they can be in secret. Things soon get complicated, though, when Felicity receives a letter that shall change her life.

Rating: Explicit

Previous chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 or read everything on Ao3

Chapter 12 of 15: When things go wrong

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Song Fiction

Characters: Spencer Reid x Reader

A/N: Tom Petty. The great and late Tom Petty has passed away late last night. So honor of his memory, I have decide to post a song fic based off of on of his songs. Tom Petty was/still is my spirit animal along with John Lennon. I grew up on his music.

A/N: I chose his song, Wildflowers because A) I love wildflowers, B) When I hear this song and really listen to the lyrics, I get the vibe of growing up wild and free and not having a care in the world, kind of like Wildflowers. They grow up wild and free and not caring about the world around them.


Spencer gets a call from his best friend (the reader). After finding her fiancé with another girl, she calls up Spencer crying and needing someone to talk to.

Song: Wildflowers - Tom Petty

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You belong among the wildflowers
You belong in a boat out at sea
Sail away, kill off the hours
You belong somewhere you feel free

Running into her apartment, she slams her shut as she slides down the door. Tears poured down her face as she cried. The diamond glistening on her ring finger. She picks at it and throws it across the room. Burying her face in her knees, she carries on crying. It felt like the worst night of her life.

Her and her fiancé planned a night at his apartment to have dinner and watch a movie. She had brought over freshly baked brownies and coffee. What better way to spend a winter’s night than fresh brownies and coffee? Arriving at his apartment she walked in with the key he had given her and made her way to the kitchen.

“Joel!” She calls. “I brought coffee and brownies to have during the movie!” Hearing no response she places the platter and cup holder on the kitchen counter and heads towards the hallway. She stops at the entrance of the hallway upon seeing his jeans in a ball on the hard wood floor. Picking up his jeans she furrows her eyebrows in confusion. Walking down the hallway to his bedroom, she hears something she wishes she never had heard. She instantly regrets ever coming here. Opening the door she peers her head in to see Joel in bed with another girl. “You sick song of bitch!” She snaps chucking the pair of jeans at Joel. He springs out of bed holding the sheets to his lower half. His eyes wide in surprise.

“I thought I told you to call when you were on your way?”

“Oh I’m sorry, if I had known you wanted to finish cheating on me than I never would have come.” She quickly runs from the bedroom and back towards the front door of the apartment.

“(Y/N)!” He yells as he grabs the jeans and slips them on. “(Y/N)!” He chases after her and grabs her arm before she’s fully out of the apartment. “Please.. Don’t leave..”

“Why? So you can have a threesome? No thanks, I’m good.” She says pulling her hand away.

“Please, (Y/N)! We’re getting married in a week!”

“And you think that I’ll just forgive you because we’re getting married in a week?!” She scoffs shaking her head. “Maybe she should be the one you marry in a week, not me. Because we are not getting married anymore.” She finally leaves throwing the door shut behind her. The sound echoing in the hallway as she stormed off to the elevator.

Run away, find you a lover
Go away somewhere all bright and new
I have seen no other
Who compares with you

The lyrics filled his car as he drove down the freeway. Spencer was on his way home when Wildflowers began to play. He wasn’t a big fan of Tom Petty but he only listened to this song because if it was her favorite song. Whenever he heard the song he thought her. Not just because it was her favorite song, but it reminded him of how free she strived to be and the wild things she did and still does to this day.

Just like the lyrics she had run away. Not from the world or her family, but from him. She ran from him when he admitted his feelings to her. He remembered her exact words that she spoke to him.

“Spencer, I love you too.. But this just isn’t what I want right now.”

Although he remembered her saying that exactly three years ago, four months, three weeks, two days, fourteen hours, twenty minutes, and three seconds ago. It’s Spencer. He remembers this stuff whether he chooses to or not. It made him angry when he saw her post on Facebook about moving away to Port Angeles, Washington just a few months after that. She posted on just three weeks later that she was in a relationship. It did tear his heart in two.

According to him, and his team, he’s never seen anyone that could compare to you. As much as he loved you, he only wanted the best for you.

You belong among the wildflowers
You belong in a boat out at sea
You belong with your love on your arm
You belong somewhere you feel free

She couldn’t help but listen to her favorite song. Although some lyrics made her want to burn Joel’s photos, it also reminded her of Spencer. She stared at her phone. Spencer’s contact ready for the touch of her finger. An instant call to him.. But was she ready for that? What if he hated her when she rejected him? What if he hated her for leaving? Or getting engaged to someone she’d only know for a year? What if he didn’t even answer at all?

Wiping the fresh tears from her cheeks, she picks her cell phone up. She presses her thumb on the phone button, instantly calling him. It rang for a few seconds before he answered. Wildflowers playing in the background before it was clicked off.

“Hello?” He speaks.

“Sp-Spencer?” She whimpers.

“(Y/N)?” He questions. “Everything okay?”

“No..” Her voice cracks and she sniffles. “You were right, Spencer…”

“Right? About what?”

“I should have listened to you…”

“About what, (Y/N)?” He asks.

“Joel… Getting engaged so soon.. You were right..”

“What did he do?”

“I found him having sex with some girl in his apartment… Gosh, I was so stupid to think he actually loved me..”

“You weren’t stupid, (Y/N)..” Spencer says. “Where are you?”

“At my apartment.. Why?”

“I’m coming over.”

“What?” She say. “But I thought you hated me?”

“Hate you?” Spencer said, his voice cracking at its high pitch. “Why would I hate you?”

“Because I broke your heart..” She sniffles. “And moved away for some guy, getting engaged after a year, and never talking to you as often…”

“No, No..” Spencer says. “I don’t ever want to hear you say that again. I never hated you. Sure I was hurt, but it’s not something I would hate you for. Look, I can be at your apartment in about twenty minutes with traffic. Hop in the shower and just relax yourself, okay? I’ll bring some takeout too.”

“Really?” She sniffles again before wiping her nose on the sleeve of her sweater.

“Yes, of course. I just want you to feel better. Now go. I’ll be there soon.”

Run away, go find a lover
Run away, let your heart be your guide
You deserve the deepest of cover
You belong in that home by and by

Yet again she played Wildflowers while in the shower. This time she’d run away. Run away from Joel, run away from the mistake she almost made. Run away and start fresh. But she decided to run away to some place new, but to run away to Spencer. Find her lover in him. After all, he did still love her. She was letting her heart be the guid this time, not her mind. Her heart pleads for Spencer so she’s goes with her gut.

She won’t ever listen to her mind again, unless the choice seems good enough to make.

Spencer had arrived at her apartment sooner than he had planned. Stepping into the apartment he set the bags on the kitchen counter as he pulled off his converse. He could hear the shower running so he decided to set the food out on the coffee table in the living room. Picking up the bags again, he heads for the living room when he steps on something sharp. Wincing and lifting his foot up, he loos down at what he stepped on. Her engagement ring lay on the hard wood floor. Picking it up the ring he examined it between his index and his thumb.

Joel spent so much money just to throw it all away. He thinks to himself as he stuffs the ring in his pocket and heads for the living room.

You belong among the wildflowers
You belong somewhere close to me
Far away from your trouble and worry
You belong somewhere you feel free
You belong somewhere you feel free

Hearing the shower turn off, he quickly gets her food set out on a plate and pours a her a small bit of wine in a glass. “Spencer, I’ll be out in just a few minutes!” She calls from the hallway as she scurries off to her room.

“How’d you know I was here?” He calls back.

“I could smell the Chinese food!” She says giggling before closing her bedroom door.

After changing into clean clothes and meeting Spencer in the living room, she flops down on the couch and picks up her food from the table. Before she could put a spoonful of fried rice in her mouth, her engagement ring was placed in front of her face. She slowly lowered the spoon as she turned her head to look at Spencer.

“You found my ring?” She says in a whisper.

“I actually stepped on it..” He says.

“Why do you have it? I have to give it back to Joel.”

“Too late, it’s mine now.” He says before grabbing your hand.

“Spencer..” She whispers again.

“I know that it’s been a while.. But I feel like we can give it another try… We don’t even have to date!”

“Spencer.. I can’t..”

“Yes you can!” He exclaims. “We’ll go down to the courthouse whenever you’re ready and we can get married. We can have JJ and Will as our witnesses.” She sighs before Spencer grabs her hand again. “You belong among the wildflowers. You belong somewhere close to me. Far away from your trouble and worry. You belong somewhere you feel free. You belong somewhere you feel free.”

“Spencer, you just sang a Tom Petty song.” She giggles.

“Because I know it’s your favorite song and the only Tom Petty song that I know.” He says chuckling. “But the lyrics.. They have a special meaning behind them. And these just spoke the truth.”

“Gosh, Spencer… I don’t know what to say.”

“Say yes.” He says in a hopeful voice. “Be my wildflower.”

A smile spreads across her face. Setting the plate down on the coffee table she leans back and places her hands on Spencer’s face before kissing him. “Of course I’ll be your wildflower.”


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Broken Frames and Band-Aids

anon: Can I request a piece for Jeremy where the reader  accidentally cuts themselves while repairing something? And they curse a bit and it worries Jer?

authors note: I love worries Jerebear

word count: 703

You were working on repairing a broken picture frame. Your cat got very and knocked it down, breaking it into pieces. Luckily, the frame broke into 4 large pieces. All you needed was glue and it’ll be all good.

Jeremy was with you, while you were fixing it. You guys were supposed to be having a movie night, but you wanted it fixed quickly. It was your favorite photo after all. It was of you and Jeremy over the summer. You guys were at the county fair. You two were at the top of the Ferris Wheel, in the evening. You snapped a picture of Jeremy kissing your cheek on your cell phone, and printed it out when you got home. You loved the picture and wanted it framed. So, when you saw a beautiful frame that wasn’t expensive, you snatched it up.

“Fuck!”, you shrieked. One of the edges of the frame had been particularly sharp. You didn’t realize the sharpness before your hand slipped. You ended up with a cut on the outside of your thumb. It was a little less than an inch long in length. It wasn’t deep, but it was bleeding.

“What happened? Are you okay?”, Jeremy asked worriedly, looking you from his phone.

“My hand was shaky, and the frame slipped a bit.”, you replied grimacing. It wasn’t a bad cut, but boy did it hurt like a bitch.

“Oh my god!! You’re bleeding y/n!”, Jeremy shouted.

He took your hand, and started to inspect it. More like look at it, because Jeremy did not know anything about injuries and medicine. He took your uninjured hand, and pulled you up from your seat at the kitchen table. He rushed you to your kitchen sink to wash the blood, and clean out your cut.

“Ow!”, you squealed. Hot water in a cut hurt.

“I’m so sorry, but you have to clean it so it doesn’t get infected. It’s on your hand so it has even more of a chance of getting infected. You’d get very sick, and possibly even die y/n!”, Jeremy told you in a rush.

“Do you have any neosporin and band aids?”

“In the bathroom cabinet.”

Jeremy pulled off a sheet of paper towels off the role, and pressed it against your hand.

“Stay here.”, he ordered.

You sat back down at the kitchen table. You kept the paper towel on your cut. The stinging sensation was going down. You were glad Jeremy was there with you thought he was overreacting just a tiny bit, but you weren’t going to tell him that. He was just worried, and wanted to help. You were very glad you had him in your life.

Meanwhile Jeremy went to your bathroom and searched for what he needed. His honeybun was hurt. He was going to fix you right up? When he found what he was looking for he rushed back to the kitchen. He pulled back the paper towel, and took a smear of neosporin and rubbed it on your cut. He carefully pulled the packaging on the bandaid apart, and put it on your hand.

“There. You are all better.”, he said with a smile.

“Thank you Jer, but you do know it’s just a small cut. I’m not gonna die over it.”, you replied.

“Sorry.”, Jeremy laughed. “It’s just, I saw you hurt, and I hated it.”

“You’re so sweet.”. you said, and pressed your lips onto his.

“I try.”

“Wait, what are you doing?”, Jeremy asked seeing you go for your glue again.

“I have to finish fixing this Jer.”, you said like it was obvious.

“Nonono, you’re going to wait until at least tomorrow.”, he said. “Right now, we are having our movie night.”

“Okay, fine.”, you agreed. You got up to put away the supplies.

“I love you.” Jeremy told you.

“I love you too, even in you are a pain sometimes.”

Jeremy fake gasped with his hand on his heart. Man, was he glad he had you.

Title: I Reached You

Fandom: Sword Art Online

Pair: Kirito and Asuna

Word Length: 1.3k

Can also be found on AO3 here

The swirling, dancing whiteness mixed gracefully with the deep blue of the sky as it filtered gently through the windowpane. It was one, behemoth blur of light against dark, as the moon tried desperately to add a shine to the pitch-black world below it. No matter how hard she tried to focus her eyes, she could not do so, and, as the first specks of dust came into view, she remembered what happened, where she was, and what the pale gleam on her chestnut hair represented. As she took in the first voluntary breath of air she had done in the past two and a half years, her eyes filled with tears, and her lip trembled as she sobbed, her voice catching gently in her constricted throat. It was so overwhelming, she could not control the hot flow of tears that ran into the crevices of her neck, the shaking of her chest. For the first time in her life, she used her quiet voice to whisper out into the chilled air of that dimmed hospital room a name that she would never forget for the rest of her life,


On the 23rd of January at 1:27am, Asuna woke from her sleep, and called out to the person that had held her so tenderly in his comforting arms.

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Someone New

IT’S MY BIRTHDAYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!! so here is Dean and Cas and birthdays and stars.

read it here on AO3!

Dean never ran out of gas. He never ran out of gas. He’d criss-crossed the country like a spider building a web and never once, not even once, had he ever run out of gas before.

He could feel Cas watching him from the passenger seat, the sunset blushing red with embarrassment over the wide, open fields around them. There were no buildings in sight, no people; not even a large and conveniently-placed full can of gasoline by the side of the road. Ten minutes ago, Dean had been smiling out at the spread of space around them, the peace of the road resting like a softness over the corners of his soul. And Cas had been talking quietly about something scientific and strange, and his voice had been so gentle, so familiar, and it hadn’t mattered at all that Dean had barely understood a word.

And Dean had been thinking of nothing, only aware of his hands on the wheel, and the sun in his eyes, and Cas sitting next to him with his hands moving like a sculptor’s and his voice falling in time with the beat, the beat, the beat of the thrum of the road.

And then with a cough, and a shudder, and a misfire – the Impala’s engine had sighed to a gentle stop. Dean had guided them to the side of the road as best he could with the momentum they had left, and put on the handbrake.

“Uh. Well then,” Dean said now, frowning down at his hands. Cas shifted slightly next to him, and Dean thought he could see the warmth of a repressed smile out of the corner of his eye; the knot in his chest loosened a little. “It seems we’re fresh outta gas, Cas.”

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I’m sick

I woke this morning with a sore throat. After some inspection, there was some gross mucus-y stuff in the back of my throat. I was worried it might be strep throat. Luckily, I have a microscope to find out!

Its not strep, since strep forms chains of attached bacteria. I really don’t know what it is, but I think that those little spheres aren’t the bacteria themselves, but small structures used as protection. The much smaller green dots inside them are probably the bacteria responsible for my illness. Its not uncommon for bacteria to form little orbs like that

Also, off to the right side is a cheek cell! #Cellfie