i love you and i am so glad for the trailer

Imagine Bill letting it slip that you are dating during an interview.

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“So here we also have a photo of-” Jimmy paused, taking a look at the screen, just like Bill, and the entire audience that went crazy and started cheering and clapping the moment they saw you.

Bill himself chuckled as he took in the sight of you looking stunning as ever in your red dress, standing on your tiptoes even if you were wearing high heels to kiss his cheek; one hand on his chest and the other on your shoulder as he had an arm wrapped around your waist and the other cupping your cheek. 

He didn’t even know how they had managed to snap that photo because it wasn’t exactly in front of the cameras. You had mostly been standing on the side with his brothers, and great friends of yours, and he had rushed to you to get that good luck kiss. He didn’t expect there to be evidence of that so he was glad he’d kept himself from kissing you properly on the lips.

“(Y/n) and you.” he completed with a smile, glancing for a moment at the enthusiastic audience “You two-” he turned back to the actor “You two are great friends right? I’m- I’m just asking because that could, you know, be misinterpreted by some.” he motioned to the photo, giving a look at the audience and everybody laughed at that.

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Different Ways to Say “I love you”

Peter and you had been seeing each other for quite some time – longer than he had imagined you staying with him, anyway. Five months of his life had been dedicated to you, romantically. Peter would never tell you, but he had dedicated his life to you since your first day at Midtown High. You had met Ned in one of your classes and he had convinced you to join the decathlon on your first day. Peter had owed him ever since that day.

It was hard for Peter to ask you out – hell, it had taken him a year to even tell you that you were pretty. So, it didn’t come to a surprise to him when he found himself too terrified to tell you how deeply he felt for you. He loved you – he loved the way you were smarter than him (you knew that, but you never made him feel insignificant), he loved that when you wanted to hold his hand you’d walk next to him and let your hands brush first (you’d start tapping his fingers with yours until eventually your hand engulfed his completely), he loved how when you found out he was Spider-Man you weren’t mad that he kept it from you (“I get why you couldn’t tell me – you have to promise me you’re going to come back… you have to come back to me.” “You’re the only reason I’ll always come back… a-and Aunt May, obviously.”). He loved you – he knew he did. He had tried to tell you so many times. But, what he didn’t know was that he had already told you he loved you – in so many different ways.


“You got me this?” Peter nodded at you. “You were in Berlin – fighting alongside the Avenger’s… and you found time to get me something?” Peter couldn’t fight the blush on his face even if he tried.

“I-It’s not a big deal. I saw it in the window. I don’t know, I just – it reminded me of you.” You smiled, leaning in to peck him.

“I love it.”


“Ugh, Pete,” you whined, your eyes welling up with tears. “It’s broken.” You held up the charm bracelet that Peter had given you for your birthday. “I’m so sorry,” a couple of tears had fallen and Peter was quick to reach up and brush them away.

“Hey, hey,” he cooed, “it’s just a bracelet, it’s okay.” You shook your head.

“I loved this gift – it’s my favorite bracelet.” Peter’s heart beat a little faster.

Come here,” he whispered, “come on. Let me fix it.” And he was relieved to see the smile on your face as you made your way to him.


“I’m glad you came tonight, Peter.” You nudged him as you walked out of Liz’s house together, side-by-side.

“I am, too.” He smiled softly at you, stuffing his hands into his jeans pockets as you both fell into a comfortable silence. It was a cool night in New York and as Peter saw you wrap your arms around yourself he registered you had forgotten to bring a jacket. He automatically pulled his sweater over his head, straightening out his shirt. “Here,” he handed you his sweater. You shook your head.

“Peter, no. It’s fine, I’m fine.” He gave you a pointed look.

Take my jacket, it’s cold outside.” You reluctantly took the jacket and pulled it over yourself, feeling his scent overwhelm you and a smile ghosting on your face.

“Thank you, Peter.” You linked your arms together and pushed yourself up to kiss his cheek. Smiling when he turned red and mumbled a small ‘anytime’.


“I’m sorry that I’m ruining our date night, Peter.” Peter shook his head until he remembered you couldn’t see him over the phone.

“You’re not ruining anything, babe,” he said, packing up his backpack with the necessities May told him he’d need. “You need to focus on that sore throat.” There was silence. “Babe?”

“Huh?” He chuckled, walking out of his front door. “I’m sorry, Petey. I dozed off.”

“It’s fine, I’ll see you later. Okay?” You mumbled an incoherent response before Peter decided to end the call. He found himself outside of your home fifteen minutes later. He knocked and your mom let him in, letting him quietly use your kitchen to warm up the tea he had brought for you. He then quietly walked to your room, opening your door to see you sleeping. He almost didn’t wake you up, but knew your tea would be cold. “(Y/N)? Babe?” You stirred awake, feeling alert and sitting up when you saw Peter on your bed.

“Peter! What are you doing here? You’re going to get sick!” He shushed your hoarse voice, picking up the cup and handing it to you.

“Here,” you grabbed the cup, looking at its contents, “drink this. You’ll feel better.” You looked at his dough eyes and opened your mouth to say something, until deciding to just keep quiet and drink the tea, a soft smile on your face.


“Oh, my god.” Peter turned around from his seat at his desk, seeing your distraught expression as your eyes grazed over the test you both had received from Calculus.

“What’s wrong?” You bit your lip to stop it from quivering.

“I failed,” you whispered. You had studied with Michelle and Betty for two weeks straight. You had thought you were doing so well – even Michelle had thought so. How could you have failed?

“Hey,” you looked up at Peter, “it’s just one test. You’ll get ‘em next time.” You smiled at the use of his words – it was a phrase you’d use on him whenever he didn’t pass a quiz or test he didn’t study for due to his after-school activities.

“I guess,” you sighed, your smile fading. Peter stood up, walking over to his dresser. He opened the top drawer and shuffled through it, picking up a CD case. He sighed, counting to three before turning around to sit next to you on the bed.

“Here,” you took the CD from his hands.

PETER’S HAPPY MIX

You looked up at him, seeing him shrug. “You might like this,” he stated. “It makes me feel better when I feel like crap.” You reached over and hugged him, mumbling about a million thank you’s.


Now here Peter sits, next to you on his couch, watching a movie of your choice. It was one that you had seen at least a hundred times, but he didn’t mind. If you loved it, so did he. And, god, did you love it. He watched your profile, seeing your lips move as you recited the character’s lines – every character’s lines. Your hands were moving in tune with them, too. And as he looked at you he couldn’t help himself. He didn’t plan it coming out like this, but it just happened. He just – “I love you.” Your hands stopped and so did your lips. You turned to look at him quickly.

“What?” Peter nodded slowly, reaching for the remote and pausing the movie.

“I love you.” He repeated. “I love you, and I have for awhile. I don’t know when liking you stopped and loving you started – it all kind of just blends together but – yeah. I love you.” You blinked a few times, registering how your shy and reserved boyfriend, Peter Parker, got the nerve to tell you he loved you before you did. You shook your head at the thought. Peter Parker was braver than you – who knew?

“I love you, Peter.” You finally said, the look on his face telling you your silence was scaring him.

“You do?” He asked, too ecstatic, but he didn’t care. You nodded, setting the bowl of popcorn that was on your lap on top of the coffee table. You sat up and crawled closer to him, leaning over him slightly.

“I love you so much, Peter Parker.” You leaned all the way down, pressing your lips against Peter and feeling Peter wait not even a second before matching your pace.

“I love you, too,” he mumbled against your lips, but not stopping your kiss.

Even though Peter Parker had told you he loved you more than once, he felt a weight lift off of his chest after hearing it come out clear as day from the both of you.

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WONDER WOMAN: MORE THAN WONDERFUL

Ever since the first trailer came out, I could not stop waiting for this movie. Finally, on June 1st, it arrived in cinemas.

And even without a night of sleep, I pulled my closest friends to the theater to go see it. What I found? A movie that did not disappoint. Most people always disagree with me when I say I am a DC fan. Seriously? Why do they always have to compare to Marvel? Can’t we all just appreciate the superhero movies equally?

 With that being said, let’s take a look at everything I loved about Wonder Woman.

*Warning: Spoilers ahead. *

1. LITTLE DIANA

Bless this beautiful, beautiful child. She did a great job of playing a young Diana. I think the audience gave a collective, “Awww” when she appeared. With her doing cute little kicks and punches, it just added to the overall cuteness. But then she gives you this smirk and you know that the Princess of the Amazons is also a stubborn, sassy little girl who knows what she wants and goes after it.

2. EPIC FIGHT SCENES

The trailer alone showed some great potential in the fight department, but actually seeing everything on the big screen gives you this whole new feeling! It’s the “holy-shit- I- can’t- breathe” feeling. The kind where you stare with eyes wide open because you’re afraid that if you blink, you’re gonna miss something cool. The first few minutes of the movie, with the amazon warriors fighting off Germans on the shores of Themyscira (thank you, Steve) was amazing! We also see Queen Hippolyta and Antiope in action. (side note: my fave part would have to be her jumping onto a make shift shield that Steve grabbed and killing a sniper, taking down the whole top of the church doing so).

Bruce got nothing on that lasso.

3. Steve Trevor

I love Chris Pine. I have loved him ever since he came out in “Princess Diaries 2” and “Just My Luck”, when I was still a teenager in high school. And then he went and became Captain Kirk in Star Trek, and my fangirl heart could not help but love him more. Now, he has proven again how great he is by playing the charming, fearless, and disobedient Captain Steve Trevor. 

I’m so glad he chose to do this over Green Lantern! He was great when they were using the Lasso of Truth on him, but the funniest part for me was when Diana dropped by while he was taking a bath.

Diana: Are you a prime example of the average man? (or something like that)

Steve: No, I’m above average.

4. Gal Gadot

Unlike most people, I had nothing against Gal (or her allegedly small boobs *insert snort*) when she was first cast as Wonder Woman. Honestly, I was more concerned with how the story would go, but damn. She proved everyone wrong. She played the role perfectly. Perfectly. I am not joking. I cannot imagine anyone else who would’ve done a spectacular job as her. (And take note, she was pregnant whilst shooting this).

She could be fierce, emotional, humorous. She lighted up the screen, man. Figuratively and literally. And yes, she rocked that costume! Ugh that costume! At first, I was skeptical. After all, I am a big fun of the comics, and I sometimes hate it when they change these iconic things about characters (e.g. Barry Allen not being blonde in the TV series or the movie). But I came to love it. It showed more of her Amazonian roots than her iconic outfit in the animated series before.

5. No Man’s Land

This was the best scene/ segment of the movie for me. I had goosebumps watching her climb up to No Man’s Land. Add that to the fact that Steve tells her the soldiers have been there for nearly a year and haven’t gain an inch, yet she just strolls up there like is a fcking field of lilies and is dodging bullets better than The Matrix. My heart. My fangirl heart.

 Everything about it was so right. You have these bleak, grey landscape and yet Wonder Woman is wearing such vibrant colors. Then there are these slow- motion sequence where she’s blocking the bullets like some sort of freaking Jedi. And her shield seems to like glow while she’s getting hit with a machine gun and and and she’s dodging those bombs like they’re nothing. Nothingggggg. Then everyone else follows her and charges at the enemies. And I’m just sitting there like:

Up to now, my feels are still overwhelming. The story was great, the cast was great AND THE DIRECTOR, PATTY JENKINS. YOU ARE A BLESSING FROM GOD. I cannot wait for the Justice League movie. DC got this right, and hopefully, they keep getting it right.

Promises (Part One)

Requested by Anonymous

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: Peter Parker is your best friend (and crush), although you don’t know he’s Spider-Man yet. One day, you’re attacked by The Vulture and badly hurt.

Word count: 1,472

Warnings: Some violence and mention of blood.

Tags: @thisisthelilith @idroppedthefries @avengers-earths-mightiest-heroes

A/N: I’m still shook about spiderman: homecoming, the avengers: infinity war trailer (that i didn’t even get to see smh), and I recently found out that infinity wars was being filmed in Queens A WEEK before I was planning to visit NYC…so I’ve been working on this request to calm me down lol. I have way too many feelings about Marvel atm. Someone please help me 🙃 (Also, I’m turning this request into multiple parts because I had way too many ideas for it and it was about to be way too long)

(Part Two)


“Hey, you,” You heard from behind your locker door.              

The voice scared you so much that you slammed your locker shut in panic. When you saw who it was, your cheeks turned bright crimson.

“Jesus, Peter. You scared the shit out of me.”

Peter just grinned, amused that he was able to fluster you without even trying.

“Sorry. Why so jumpy today?” he asked with a chuckle.

“I don’t know. I just woke up feeling kind of weird today. It’s no big deal. What are you doing after school today? Ned told me he got the Lego Deathstar set.”

Peter raised an eyebrow and leaned against the locker beside you. Your quick change of subject and flustered rambling couldn’t trick him. He knew something was wrong with you, but he decided to bypass it for now. He didn’t want to make you talk about something you didn’t want to talk about, so he just shook his head and carried on with the conversation as if everything was normal.

“I heard. I wish I could help you guys build it, but I got the Stark internship after school.”

You rolled your eyes and copied his pose, your shoulder falling hard against your locker.

“You always have the Stark internship. Doesn’t he ever let you take a break?”

Peter chuckled again.

“Uh, not really. No. It’s okay though, I like it.”

You were still annoyed, but you didn’t want to crap all over something Peter loved. So you just gave him a little fake smile instead.

“I’m glad you enjoy it. Ned and I will miss you though.”

Peter gave you one of his little appreciative half-smiles.

“I’ll miss you, too. Uh, both of you… I mean,” He rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably. “Anyways, can I walk you out?”

You nodded and the both of you headed towards the front entrance of Midtown High.

You and Peter had parted ways a while back on your journey home. You felt a little antsy walking alone in Queens, and Peter was reluctant to leave you alone, but you convinced him that you would be fine. You kept checking your phone nervously, waiting for Ned to text you back about the plan for that night. When you looked up, you realized that you didn’t even know where you were walking anymore. You stopped and looked around. There was an ominous feeling in the air – the same creepy feeling you got when you woke up this morning. Something bad was about to happen. You could feel it.

You spun around, and just as you did, you saw a winged creature swooping down to grab you. The last thing you saw before you blacked out was a pair of mechanical talons gripping your shoulders.

When you woke up, your vision was blurry. You tried to sit up, but when you did, your body was wracked with pain. You fell back to the ground and hit your head on the pavement, worsening your anguish. When you reached back to cradle it, you felt something warm and sticky on your hands. You tried to lift your other arm, but couldn’t. You tried and failed to move your legs as well. You didn’t know what happened to you, but you knew that it was bad. You lay still, waiting for the pain to stop when you saw a blurry figure running to you.

“Y/N!” You heard the figure scream, and you knew at once that it was Peter.

But you were out before you could even say his name.

… 

Beep…Beep…Beep.

The first thing you heard before you opened your eyes was the steady beeping of the heart monitor next to you. The next thing was worried voices speaking next to you.

“She’s going to be alright, kid. It’ll take her a while to get there, but she’s going to be alright.”

“You don’t get it, Tony. I let this happen. Me. This whole thing is my fault.”

As soon as you recognized the second voice as Peter’s, you knew you had to open your eyes for him. It took all of the strength in your body, but finally your eyes fluttered open. You tried to say something comforting to him, but nothing came out. Instead, you made a grunting noise and tried to reach out for him.

Peter immediately kneeled down next to you and put an arm on your shoulder.

“Y/N? Are you okay? Wait, no, don’t try to talk. Or move. Just…thank god you’re okay.”

“P…Peter. W-what…happened?” You struggled to ask.

Peter just stared at you with a pained expression.

“It’s…complicated. You got hurt. But you’re going to be okay now.”

You turned your gaze to Tony Stark, who was standing sullenly in the corner of the room.

“Why is he here? Where am I?”

Tony stepped forward and gripped the footboard of your hospital bed.

“You’re in Avengers Tower. In the medical bay.”

“What? Why aren’t I in a real hospital? Where’s my parents…?”

You shifted uncomfortably under your sheets, trying to sit up, but stopped abruptly and groaned when you felt a sharp pain in your ribs. Peter pressed gently on your shoulder to keep you from moving.

“I wouldn’t do that, Y/N.”

“Why am I here? And where are my parents?” You asked again sharply, starting to fully regain your voice.

“Your parents are on their way here. And, uh, you’re here because… well, because…”

“Because Peter reached out to me for help when he found you. We’ve got the best and brightest working here. You’re in very good hands,” Tony interrupted.

“Yeah, exactly. Plus he offered to keep you here for free so your parents won’t have to pay any medical bills. He’s been really helpful with all of this.”

You relaxed back into your pillows, staring at Tony with a questioning look.

“Thank you, Tony,” you mumbled, not buying that that was the whole story.

“No problem. Any friend of Peter’s is a friend of mine. I should go, but Peter here will take excellent care of you. It was a pleasure to meet you, Y/N. I’m just sorry it had to be under these circumstances.”

With that, he patted Peter roughly on the shoulder, gave him a look over the rim of his glasses, and walked out the door.

“What was that about?” You questioned Peter.

“Nothing. It’s fine.”

He put both of his elbows on the edge of your bed, balling his fists together and resting them against his lips. He was thinking very hard about something.

“Peter… don’t think for one second that I’m going to give up asking about what’s going on. I’m not stupid. I know something bad happened, and I need to know what it was,” You croaked.

Peter looked into your eyes, and you could tell he knew you were right. He had to tell you, no matter how hard it was for him. He sighed loudly and got up to pull up a chair beside you.

“Okay. Uh, I don’t really know how to say this…but, uh, you were attacked. By The Vulture. Do you know who that is?”

You furrowed your eyebrows, searching your brain for any prior knowledge you had of who that could be. When you finally remembered seeing him on the news a few times, you nodded slowly.

“Spider-Man fought him a couple of times, right?”

Peter nodded at the floor, not able to look you in the eyes.

“Ned called me and said you never texted him back. He seemed really worried, so I started walking to your house to see if you were there. And then on the way I saw him… and I found you. Just laying there in an alley. I was so scared. I thought that I was too late. I thought I lost you, Y/N.”

He looked so upset that it took everything in your power not to sit up and wrap your arms around him. Instead, you rested your hand on top of his. It was all you could muster. Peter sniffled a little bit and gave you a weak smile.

“I don’t understand, Peter. What would The Vulture want with me?”

Peter looked up at you and shook his head slowly.

“I…don’t know, Y/N. I’m so sorry.”

He looked like he was almost in as much pain as you, so you intertwined your fingers with his in an attempt to comfort him further.

“Why are you sorry? This isn’t your fault, Peter.”

He smiled again, but he still looked tormented.

“I’m never going to let anything bad happen to you again,” he whispered, tightening his grip on your hand. “I promise.”

You smiled at him sleepily. Feeling your cheeks beginning to burn, you cleared your throat and released his hand.

“So…Avengers Tower, huh? Do you think you could get Black Widow to pay me a visit?”

Not Strangers Anymore

A/N: Froy Guttierez literally invented being cute!! I am still working on my Dylan NYSM AU and thought I would try a new person as an apology for the chapter taking so long.

Warning: fingering, making out (Is that even a warning?)

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Beauty and The Assassin // A Mitch Rapp Smut

Prompt: She was the sun and he was the moon. She was light and he was darkness. She was love and he was incapable of it.

Relationship: Mitch Rapp x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Cum on Face/Body, Titty Fuck, Fingering, Swearing, Violence, Rough Sex, Fluffy Sex, Badass!Reader, Multiple Descriptive Deaths, and Unprotected Sex (Cover your stump before you hump).

Word Count: 7,833 (I decided to write two different smut scenes in this one fic and it’s so worth it because one’s hella hot and the other’s super emotional)

Song: Feel Something by Jaymes Young

A/N: Ever since the trailer came out, my fingers have been itching to write something about Mitch Rapp but I just couldn’t come up with any ideas. And then Jaymes Young released this single from the heavens above (God bless) and inspiration hit me like a fucking truck. 

P.s. This is definitely in my top 5 favorite fics I’ve ever written and I really hope you guys like it as much as I do.

Your name: submit What is this?

With a mixture of determination inside of anger (and even lust), Mitch Rapp let out a strangled grunt as he tackled (Y/N) onto the ground for the millionth time tonight. It’s been hours since he started training her and by the look of exhaustion on her face, he could tell she was incredibly sick of it. Her face was scrunched up and she bit down on her bottom lip, but not in the way he was used to seeing when he was slamming into her and fucking the gorgeous girl senseless. She was tired and annoyed, her features scrunching up because she was in pain and her lip being tugged in between her teeth to keep from yelling at the man hovering over her.

“Come, on (Y/N).” Mitch sighed when she gave a pathetic attempt of getting him off of her. “It’s like you’re not even trying.”

“That’s because I’m not. I’m tired and I just want this to be over already.” She retorted, not even hiding her temper. The usually bubbly and happy girl was irritated and sore, beyond ready to take a soothing shower to relax all of her aching muscles.

“Well, if this were a real fight your wishes would’ve certainly been granted by now.” He replied, not making any effort to get off of her.

“Really?” She asked.

“Yes, because you’d be dead.”

“Fighting back is too hard.” She groaned, letting her head fall onto the floor as she shut her eyelids in an attempt to rest. “Maybe I’d be better off dead considering it requires less work.”

“Hey, open your eyes.” Mitch stated, getting a hold of her chin in his calloused hand and she reluctantly obliged. “Being dead is not the better option and you know it. Now, defend yourself and push me off of you.”

“I can’t.” (Y/N) shook her head, sighing. “I’m too tired.”

“This isn’t a suggestion. This is an order.” The assassin commanded, a stream of lust rushing through her body as an immediate reaction. “Do as I say, (Y/N).”

“I’m not one of your recruits, Mitch.” The young woman bit down on her lip and he instantly noticed the lustful meaning behind it. “You can’t tell me what to do.”

“Princess, I already am.” Rapp smirked, his dick straining against his boxers at the sight of her continuing to chew on her bottom lip. “Push. Me. Off.”

(Y/N) shook her head as a smirk appeared on her mouth and it made Mitch’s heart stop from how alluring she looked. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips plump and swollen, her eyes playful as they stared up at him, her soft hair sprawled out on the floor and even the sweat accumulated on her forehead made her glow beautifully. He has yet to admit it and there’s a good chance he never will, but this girl beneath him had Mitch completely wrapped around her finger.

After Katrina, his entire world fell apart. His first love’s death ended up creating a gaping hole inside of Rapp’s heart. He tried to heal himself with anything he could find, but his wound just continued to bleed. Food, alcohol, drugs, sex, violence and eventually revenge were different ways the young man seeked to bandage himself up. But, the bleeding still managed to ooze through. That is, until he met her.

(Y/N) waltzed into his life unexpectedly and did the one thing he couldn’t even do for himself. Without knowing it, she reached into his wounds and pulled the core of the pain that was holding him to his dreadful past out and destroyed it, showing Rapp how to make peace and find the balance he was so desperately looking for.

“You need to stop biting your lip or you’ll find yourself getting fucked mercilessly by me in a matter of seconds.” Mitch warned her, (Y/N)’s core already drenching her laced panties. “So, unless you want that, you need to stop biting your fucking lip.”

She didn’t say anything, she just prepared herself for the intense fun that was about to come as she stared him straight in the eye and bit her lip one last time.

Mitch immediately snapped and his mouth was crashing on hers in seconds, just like he promised. He lifted himself slightly so he could open her legs before him and fit himself in between them as her hands flew to his long and silky hair, her lips deepening their passionate kiss so she could push her tongue inside of his warm mouth. (Y/N) couldn’t hold back her moans at how skillful and dominant he was with his tongue, glad that they were already on the floor and she didn’t have to worry about falling down from how weak her knees felt. When they both needed to breathe, Rapp bit down on her bottom lip (because he had been wanting to do that all night) and pulled before completely letting go for their lungs to catch the air they were begging for.

His hands flew to the over sized shirt she was wearing, that just so happened to be his, and didn’t even think twice before effortlessly ripping it apart. A gasp emitted from her throat and he simply smirked before lifted her back off of the floor to reach behind and unclasp her bra, he would’ve happily torn that apart as well but he knew she wouldn’t like it. After pulling down the straps, (Y/N)’s bra was flung across his apartment and neither one of them cared enough to see where it could’ve possibly landed.

Mitch’s lips instantly wrapped around one of her breasts, his tongue flicking her perky nipple, and (Y/N) arched her body into his bare chest. She immediately moaned when she felt his hard bulge poke the inside of her thigh and she knew that from how turned on they both were, this would be over faster than it even started. Just as Rapp bit down on her nipple and a strangled whimper fell from her lips, one of (Y/N)’s hands moved to the hem of his sweatpants and pulled at it so that her other hand could push past both it and his boxers. As soon as her hand wrapped around his erection, Mitch hummed in appreciation against her breast causing vibrations to immediately shoot throughout her entire body and land in her aching core.

(Y/N) tightened her grip on him before slowly pumping Mitch’s shaft and he had to actually stop giving (Y/N) her share of pleasure because there was so much of it flooding inside of him that he couldn’t concentrate. Mitch rested his head on her bare chest and allowed her to continue working on him, occasionally thrusting his hips into her hand to let her know he wanted her to move a little faster. The sight of him drowning in his own desire in front of her was enough to make (Y/N) come undone right there, but she held back as much as she could. It was when Mitch moaned again against her that she knew she needed him fucking her as soon as possible.

“Mitch, I need you baby.” She mewled and the young man’s cock twitched at the sound alone.

Even though his body screamed at him for it, he placed his hand on her arm and pulled her grip off of his cock. But, she managed to swipe up the leaking precum from his tip before he did and she instinctively brought the salty liquid up to her mouth, gladly sucking on her finger. Rapp’s own finger traced down her stomach to the hem of her soaking panties and even though her body was extremely heated and sweaty from their training session, his touch left goosebumps on her skin. Pulling down her panties with both of his hands and placing it on the floor beside them, the next to go were his sweatpants followed by his boxers.

(Y/N)’s eyes fell to the dark hair below his stomach before they trailed down to his erection, the sight of Mitch’s red and swollen tip making her lick her lips. The assassin’s hands gripped harshly onto her thighs and spread them apart before lining himself at her entrance and slamming in without giving her as much as a warning. (Y/N) screamed in response, her body arching up, and Mitch didn’t even wait for her to adjust before already thrusting into her warmth. It was a good thing she was incredibly lubricated from how turned on she was as he fucked her rapidly, both seeking their release as fast as they could.

Rapp looked down at her bouncing tits then to their connecting bodies and moaned at the delicious sight, his eyes rolling to the back of his head in pleasure. (Y/N)’s own eyes were shut tight as she concentrated on the orgasm she knew would soon be arriving. Even though the sound of his skin slapping against hers was loud and wet, (Y/N) surprisingly loved the feeling of his balls slamming against her ass repeatedly along with the familiar and amazing feeling of his thick width stretching her tight walls. Knowing she was undoubtedly close to her peak, Mitch brought one of his hands down to her clit and began rubbing furiously in sync with his pounding. (Y/N) immediately screamed, the overwhelming pleasure too much on her and in a matter of seconds a flash of heat spread throughout her. He continued pressing, circling and flicking her nub and she couldn’t find the will to stop the pornographic noises that rose in her throat from escaping as she dissolved into his skilled hand.

It took everything Rapp had in him not to cum right when she did and clenched around him, his self control insanely impressive. The moment she finished getting down from her high and gripped onto his shoulders to tell him to stop, Mitch did and ignored the throbbing in his dick as he pulled out. Pushing away the sleepiness that threatened to take over her from just having a mind blowing orgasm, (Y/N) grabbed his hips and guided Rapp to place his cock wet with her juices in between her breasts. He understood what she was offering him and he smiled smugly at her. The beautiful woman pressed her breasts together around him to create a tighter environment and he began to thrust. From the mixture of how good it felt to fuck in between her breasts, watch her close her eyes and bite down on her extremely swollen lips, and the fact that he was already near his orgasm, it didn’t take long for Mitch to reach it.

After a few quick thrusts, his tip released hot cum as his body accepted the unbelievable pleasure that came with it. (Y/N) was caught by surprise when his liquid coated not only her chest, but her chin and a bit even managed to reach her bottom lip. However, she certainly didn’t hate it. Actually quite the opposite, to be exact. As Rapp came back down from his euphoria, she licked her bottom lip and enjoyed his taste on her tongue.

Bringing his hand over to his torn short on the floor, Mitch used the leftover fabric to clean up the mess he created on her body. She smiled up at him at his sudden kindness, but failed to notice the light blush painting his cheeks. The warmth she caused on his skin similar to the warmth she sparked inside of him. Mitch Rapp was a cold, distant and emotionless man before her. His entire purpose was to destroy and kill, never feeling the need to go beyond that. However, (Y/N) went out of her way to show him he wasn’t just a weapon nor a machine, but an actual human. She was the sun that brightened his life when he didn’t even know what light looked like anymore. She shined on him and, Mitch being the moon, he reflected the light she gave him.

The heartbreaking part is he will never allow himself to accept the fact that he was falling for her thanks to his concern of not being able to get back up. It’s not that she won’t catch him, he’s certain she would, it’s the fact that as his feelings for her grow so does his fear of losing her. That’s the biggest problem about loving someone: the vulnerability. As soon as someone becomes an important part of your life, it’s agonizing to know that they can be snatched away at any moment.

That’s why Mitch Rapp doesn’t do love because he doesn’t tolerate chance or risks. He’s an assassin and he’s trained to be objective, analytical, cold, and logical. All things love does not consist of.

“Alright,” Mitch cleared his throat, standing from the floor and picking up his clothes. “Five minute break and then we’re back to training.”

“What?!” (Y/N) exclaimed, immediately sitting up as he dressed himself.

“You heard me.” Rapp stated, walking over to where he spotted her bra and tossed it to her. “You had your break, now it’s time to get back to work.”

“Mitch, I don’t want to train anymore.” She disagreed, but put on both her panties and bra nonetheless.

“I don’t care.” He shrugged. “We’re not finishing until you get it right.”

(Y/N) knew that there was no point in trying to get herself out of this one, Mitch was too persistent. She simply sighed before walking over to his bedroom and approaching his wardrobe to grab a shirt and leggings out of the drawer that was specifically separated for her clothes. She heard the sound of his feet patting against the hardwood floor as he also entered his bedroom and made his way over to his bed to grab the shirt that was laying amongst the sheets. In complete silence, the two finished dressing themselves before Rapp turned around to look at her as he ran his fingers through his hair.

“Do I at least have time to take a quick shower?” (Y/N) asked, slightly annoyed.

“What’s the point if you’re just gonna get sweaty again?” Mitch questioned and she immediately huffed, walking back out into the living room. He sensed he had said something that ticked her off, but he couldn’t exactly understand what or why.

“What is it?” He asked, following her.

“Nothing.” She shook her head, pulling the hair tie on her wrist off so she could put her messy hair up in a ponytail. “Let’s just get this over with already.”

“Fine by me.” Mitch shrugged.

The moment she finished fixing her hair, the assassin charged towards her. (Y/N) immediately reacted and dodged his first attempt to wrap his strong arms around her shoulder, but failed when he grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards him. Using his free hand, Rapp grabbed her other wrist and she groaned when she realized she couldn’t use her hands anymore. Forcing her to use another method of defense and she instantly turned her body so her back was against his chest and his hands were twisted awkwardly, making it hard for him to be the one with the edge. She thought she had it all figured out until Mitch, suddenly, used the situation he was in to his advantage and locked her into his hold by pressing his arms against her chest and forcing his on her back.

“Okay, okay!” (Y/N) exclaimed. “You made your point, I’ll use another tactic. Let me out.”

“No, you never know what awful situation you’ll find yourself in.” Rapp stated. “Get yourself out.”

With anger striking inside of her, (Y/N) used her elbow to nudge it into his stomach and her lover immediately grunted in reaction. The small distraction was enough to allow her to free herself and she smiled proudly when she did.

“See? You can do this.” Mitch smirked, rubbing the area she just hurt before approaching the kitchen and pulling out a knife from its stand. “Here.” He said, handing her the knife. “Attack me.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” (Y/N) sighed, looking up at him with narrow eyes.

“I’m not.”

“This is ridiculous.”

“Just, do it.” Rapp commanded. “I’ll be fine, you won’t hurt me.”

“I know I won’t hurt you. It’s me I’m worried about.” She explained, the knife being awkwardly held in her hand. “What if I slip up and cut myself?”

“I won’t let that happen.” Mitch spread his feet and planted them on the floor. “Now, come on.”

(Y/N) took a deep breath, then, rushed towards him with the knife raised in the air. She tried to attack him through a surprising angle, but being the expert that he is, Mitch easily saw it coming. Effortlessly knocking her arm with his, the knife fell to the ground and the sound of the metal loudly clanging against the hardwood floor echoed through the room. (Y/N) expected Mitch to stop there and show her what she had done wrong, but instead he grabbed her waist and slammed her up against the nearest wall. The air in her lungs instantly being knocked out from the sudden force as her head harshly hit the wall and she didn’t even try to hide how it hurt her.

“Seriously?” Rapp scoffed. “That was the stupidest method you could’ve used. Anyone in there right mind would’ve seen it coming.”

“Get off of me.” She demanded, pushing his arms off of her body but failing.

“No, listen to me-”

“No, you listen to me, Mitch.” (Y/N) angrily interrupted, pushing his arms again and this time he actually let go. “I’m tired and I’m sore. You just fucking hurt me and didn’t even notice it because you’re too obsessive with this shit.”

“I’m sorry.” He apologized, genuinely upset with himself for causing her pain. “But you have to learn.”

“No, I don’t. I don’t want to learn to be an assassin like you.”

It was a simple comment, never made to hurt him and, yet, it did. Mitch was slightly taken aback, but managed to clear his throat before speaking in favor of his case.

“I’m not teaching you to be an assassin.” He stated. “I’m teaching you to defend yourself in case you ever need to.”

“Why would I need to?” (Y/N) questioned loudly. “I’m not constantly in dangerous situations like you.”

But you could be. Mitch thought to himself, considering the possibilities of his enemies ever finding out that his biggest weakness was the girl standing right before him.

“Jesus Christ, Mitch, I’m a wedding planner!” She continued, now pacing the area in front of him. “I promote love, not violence!”

“You’re not promoting violence!” Mitch responded, now shouting along with her. “You just have to be safe! Because I don’t want anything to ha-”

The assassin instantly stopped himself before he could go any further. But, (Y/N) certainly wasn’t having any of it. Mitch Rapp was about to say something he felt for the first time since they met and she wasn’t about to let this moment slip away.

“Anything to what?!” She questioned, taking a step towards him. “Finish your sentence, Mitch.”

Frustration boiled inside of her when he refused to say anything, instead his hard eyes remained on hers as her blood heated up. (Y/N) was tired of this lifestyle they had together where he denied any bit of feelings towards her and they pretended like that was okay. She knew he was a hard person to crack, but she also knew that deep down he definitely felt something for her. Every question she’s ever had about them invaded her thoughts all at once and she seriously thought her head would explode. Until, finally, her temper and patience did.

“What are we?” She asked, feeling small and vulnerable. However, once again, Rapp failed to speak. “Mitch!”

His problem solving abilities searched through every bit of knowledge he had achieved over the years in order to fix this, but his mind couldn’t find anything to help him. This wasn’t the type of issue that could be solved logically or without any emotion and Mitch was terrified of it. On one hand, he could tell her the truth about his love for her (but that means starting a relationship with her which could end up getting her killed) or he could just lie.

As much as it pained him, Mitch Rapp chose the second option.

“Nothing.” He stated, watching as she shattered into pieces. “We’re nothing.”

“So, you’re telling me that every night we spend together wrapped into each other’s arms is nothing?” (Y/N) began, not caring that he could see tears now streaming down her cheeks. “Or how I have a drawer in your wardrobe specifically for my clothes since I’m constantly here with you because we’re nothing? You’re telling me that my definition of home no longer being a place, but actually being you is a result of nothing?”

Mitch only thought of his answers and didn’t dare say them, the main one consisting of: Of course not, there’s no way you could be just nothing when you’re everything to me.

“Mitch, I need you to be honest with me. Please, don’t hold back.” She requested, her heart beating faster in fear of the answer to the question she was about to ask. “Am I just an easy fuck to you?”

His cold heart sunk into his stomach and was instantly consumed by the agonizing acid, the pain he felt from her incorrect assumption greater than any broken bone or bullet wound he’s ever received. Mitch didn’t have the capacity to respond and (Y/N) interpretated the tense silence as an answer.

She was well aware that Rapp believed he was incapable of love and, in the time they spent together, she desperately tried to show him he was wrong. And, yet, it wasn’t enough. I wasn’t enough, she thought.

With a heavy heart, (Y/N) walked over to the door to his apartment and put on her shoes that were resting on the welcome mat. As soon as she finished, she opened the front door and looked back at him one last time.

“Mitch, I know you’re not whole after everything that’s ever happened to you.” She sobbed. “But, you can’t fix yourself by breaking me.”

(Y/N) didn’t even bother staying to hear what he could possibly say, if he even had it in him to say anything at all, she simply walked out of the door as Mitch watched her leave. The thing about this girl is that she somehow managed to open the door to his heart again, only to end up closing her own because of him. Rapp was like a deadly virus and he knew it.

The uncontrollable tears escaped her eyes as (Y/N) exited the apartment complex and reached into her pocket to find her cellphone with the intent of calling for an Uber when she realized she was wearing leggings and had left her phone inside of Mitch’s. There was no way she was turning back now and getting it, she’d much rather buy a new one than ever have to go through facing him again. Walking towards any direction, not really caring where she was headed to, (Y/N) sobbed loudly in the dark and lonely streets. A gust of cold wind flew against her and danced on her skin, the young woman shivering in response. However, the shivering because of the cold was nothing compared to the shaking she was about to feel in a matter of seconds.

When (Y/N) least expected it, a loud sound of tires screeching against the asphalt of the road snatched her attention and she turned towards the source. Suddenly, a black car stopped right in front of her and a set of two incredibly large men rushed out of it and charged at her. A mixture of fear and adrenaline attacked her body before they could. (Y/N) immediately moved into action and turned around to run away, but one of the attackers wrapped his strong arms around her. She knew she wasn’t equipped enough to fight them off, now regretting ever disagreeing with Mitch about him training her, and the only chance she had of surviving would be to escape. Just like she did a few minutes ago, (Y/N) pushed her elbow into the stomach of the person holding her but much harder this time. The man gasped when the air was knocked out of him and loosened his grip enough for her to slip out.

Just when she thought she could run away, the other man grabbed her waist and she screamed loudly when​ he pulled her back towards them. (Y/N) didn’t know what to do next, but she knew that she was absolutely terrified. Her mind immediately thinking about Mitch and all of the times he told her: You can’t rely on other people to swoop in and save you, you have to save yourself. And (Y/N) cried and struggled in the stranger’s grasp, but she knew she couldn’t save herself. It was too late.

The man grabbed her wrists and held it behind her back, pulling out a zip tie from his pocket and locking her hands together. The one she hit had finally managed to recompose himself and, as she screamed at the top of her lungs, he put a dark pillowcase over her head. Everything immediately going to black.


Mitch Rapp paced his living room, constantly running his hand through his strands of dark hair. If this were a cartoon he certainly would’ve created a hole in the hardwood floor by now.

He hated himself for letting her believe she was nothing but a fuck toy to him and how he just let her walk away. He despised that he didn’t know how to deal with the insane amount of emotions pooling inside of him. But, mainly, Rapp loathed that he couldn’t love her the way she deserved to be loved.

I have to go after her. Mitch thought to himself, rushing towards his bedroom to switch out of his sweatpants and into regular blue jeans. The biggest problem was he had no idea where she could’ve possibly gone. It’s been about twenty minutes since she stormed out which meant she could be anywhere at this point.

An idea struck into his mind and Rapp immediately approached his cellphone on the bed side table, pressing on her contact number and calling her. His nerves danced on his skin as he listened to the rings and waited impatiently for her to pick up when he, suddenly, heard another phone ringing in his bedroom. The sound was muffled and hard to locate its source, but Mitch eventually did. Finding (Y/N)’s cell tangled into the sheets of his bed, his mind realizing she had left without grabbing it first. Rapp let out a groan of frustration before ending the call and throwing his phone on the bed with hers.

There was only one option left: go to her house and hope to God she went there after their fight. Mitch got his car keys and a loaded gun, because the man never left the house without being armed, before slipping on his shoes and walking out of his door. His foot unexpectedly stepped on something new and the sound of crumpling paper stopped him in his tracks. Looking down to the floor, he realized there was a letter made out of cut out magazine parts on his doormat. Rapp’s curiosity took over and the young man bent down, grabbing the piece of paper. His eyes immediately widened when he realized his name was on it.

Mitch Rapp, it’s your life in exchange for hers. You can still save (Y/N).

Normally, the assassin would be calm and strategical in a dangerous situation, but he has never faced one quite like this. His breath hitched in his throat and his hands began to shake at the thought of the one thing he was terrified of actually happening. He knew what this was about, he knew this was a gang of terrorists he certainly pissed off and were now going after him. And Rapp knew he could easily kill every single one of them thanks to his alarming amount of skills, yet, he couldn’t help feeling scared.

His mind instantly pictured (Y/N) terrified in the warehouse of the address Mitch recognized under the threat. He felt sick as he imagined the horrible and disgusting things ways they were probably torturing her to extract information on him. This was the day Mitch Rapp was so afraid of, but he wasn’t going to stand around and do nothing. Without second thought, Mitch decided he was going to give himself up for her.

The assassin quickly ran into his car and sped to the location they held her in. It was a utility warehouse meant for stocking cargo that needed to be shipped internationally. As soon as he arrived, Mitch didn’t even wait before arming his gun and rushing out of his vehicle, shooting the two men that were there waiting for him straight in the head. Mitch Rapp usually had mercy, but certainly not towards the people who dare kidnapped (Y/N). He would do and kill anything to make sure she got out of here safe.

The five men inside of the warehouse immediately jumped when the sudden and loud banging of a door being kicked down echoed through the empty space. (Y/N)’s wet and sore eyes from crying so much searched for the source of the invasion and her heart stopped then melted in her chest when she saw a very angry Mitch Rapp standing in the doorway with his gun held up. It didn’t matter that there was tape stretched across her lips, (Y/N) somehow managed to smile at his arrival and she cried even more.

Rapp’s eyes landed on the girl he loved and rage boiled up inside of him like never before at the sight of her hands tied to a chair, duct tape on her mouth, her ponytail uncharacteristically messy from the amount of times they must’ve pulled on her hair as they forced her around, and her eyes bloodshot. The man was about to ensue hell because they had laid a finger on her and nothing was going to stop his blood lust. Without even saying anything, Mitch’s finger pulled the trigger of his gun and a bullet landed right in the spot in between one of the men’s eyes. The terrorist instantly fell limp to the ground, blood pooling around his dead body.

“One down, four more to go.” Rapp threatened, taking a step towards the remaining men and they began to wonder whether or not this plan was a good one. “Who’s next?”

All of them lifted theirs guns and positioned them in front of Mitch but despite the fact that he had four powerful weapons pointed at him, his only concern was about the crying girl strapped to the uncomfortable chair. It didn’t matter that he was at a serious disadvantage or that this was the exact kind of situation Stan Hurley told him to always avoid getting himself into, Rapp held his position and never faltered.

“Answer my question!” Mitch shouted, his veins bulging against his neck.

She is next if you don’t put that gun down!” One of the men threatened with a strong foreign accent, lifting (Y/N)’s head up by her hair and placing the cold metal tip of his gun against her temple.

Rapp had more than four bullets in his load and he could easily kill every single one of them in the next minute, but what was to say they wouldn’t kill (Y/N) before their own deaths? As much as he didn’t want to, Mitch dropped his gun down to the ground and kicked it towards the terrorists before lifting his hands up to show them they were unarmed. Another one of them, with his gun still raised, approached Rapp and patted him down to see if he truly was clean and quickly realized he was. The man stuffed his gun in the waistband of his pants and pulled Mitch’s hands behind his back, holding them in place.

“Do you have any idea how much money is on your head?” The one holding (Y/N) captive spoke up, looking at the assassin with a sick smile on his face. “You’re a valuable man, Mitch Rapp.”

“Just let her go.” He demanded, his eyes staring into (Y/N)’s and hers gazing right back at his.

“Hmm, it seems that I owe you an apology for we won’t be able to keep our promise.” The criminal stated and Rapp’s heart stopped instantly. “You see, your precious little girlfriend here surprised us all when she killed one of our own. She must die as well.”

“Don’t you fucking dare!” Mitch yelled angrily and desperately, the man holding him struggling to keep him in place. “This is about me! Take me!”

“Mitch, think of how romantic it’ll be!” The man laughed. “The two lovers having their last day on Earth together? It can’t get more poetic than that.”

“I am not here to play your games.” Rapp warned, his anger strong enough to start a war. “Let her live or you’ll regret ever crossing me.”

“I’d like to see you prove it.”

The sentence was enough to spark action inside of him and he instantly went to work without stopping to think about the consequences. Harshly pulling his hands out of the man’s grasp, Mitch quickly turned around and grabbed the terrorist’s gun before he could. Spending only a few seconds to arm it, Rapp pulled the trigger and shot a clean bullet through the bad guy’s heart. The assassin turned around and all hell broke loose.

Fear ran through (Y/N)’s body as she watched the men shoot at each other, but she told herself she needed to be strong. Even though the man holding her, without taking the gun off her temple, leaned down to untie her arms from the chair, (Y/N) somehow convinced herself that she was indeed strong. She didn’t let a single sob or whine erupt from her throat, instead she allowed the man to lift her up and wrap his free hand around her.

“Mitch!” He shouted at the same time that another terrorist’s dead body fell to the ground because of the assassin. “Stop right now!”

Suddenly, the criminal threw his gun on the floor and reached into his belt to pull out a huge and sharp knife. Rapp’s entire body went limp as the terrorist held it up against her exposed neck because he knew, that at this point, there wasn’t much he could do. The gun was one thing, but a knife… a knife was much riskier. The assassin had no other choice than to do everything they asked in a final attempt to make sure she lives.

“Put the gun against your head.” The man commanded and Mitch winced before doing exactly as he said, knowing this could possibly be the way he granted her survival. “Now, pull the trigger.”

(Y/N) screamed at the top of her lungs, the sound muffled by the tape but still incredibly strong and loud. Mitch Rapp looked at her one last time, his eyes glossing over with tears, and he enjoyed his last seconds of life by just gawking at her. Despite the eerie situation that sent chills down any man’s spine, he was calm and felt at peace as he memorized every single feature on her beautiful face. Her eyes he so easily found himself getting lost in, her cheeks that flushed whenever he smiled at her, her button nose that scrunched up every time she was concentrated and her perfect lips that were constantly tugged in between her white teeth were the last things he wanted to see before he saw nothing but absolute darkness.

However, (Y/N) was never going to allow that to happen. Just as Mitch took a deep breath in preparation for what he was about to do, she immediately brought her arm up and knocked the bad guy’s own arm as hard as she could just like Mitch did with her earlier. Because he wasn’t at all expecting it, the man instantly dropped the knife and (Y/N) didn’t even wait before grabbing the arm around her with both of her hands and turning around so she could twist it in a painful angle. The man shouted in agony and the two other men left in the room watched in complete awe, both at a loss for words.

(Y/N) bent down and grabbed the knife from the ground before piercing it into his stomach, immediately taking a step back in shock. It wasn’t enough to kill him like she did with the first guy, but it definitely did buy them some time. Enough time for Mitch to snap out of his trance and swoop in, using the gun in his hand to finish him off. The last remaining terrorist looked around the room that was full of the bodies of his friends and he decided he would try to avenge every single one of them.

Throwing his gun aside and grabbing his own knife, the man charged towards Rapp and (Y/N) shouted for him to notice what was going on. Knowing that he wouldn’t really be able to work well with a gun because they were designed for targets at a distance and considering the man was already dangerously close to Rapp, (Y/N) pulled out the knife from her attacker’s stomach and tossed it to Mitch who easily caught it. Just as the foreigner lifted his hand with the knife in it to kill Mitch, the assassin grabbed his arm with his free hand and used his other one to thrust down onto the man’s wrist causing him to drop his weapon. Without waiting, Rapp instantly lifted his knife again and plunged it through the man’s neck, who fell to the ground and died in a matter of seconds.

The two survivors let out deep breaths as a wave relief hit both of them and washed away all of the stress, agony, anger, and fear they had been feeling since they’re fight at Mitch’s. Time slowed down to watch the two lovers turn around towards one another and run into each other’s comforting arms. Rapp instantly wrapped his arms around her body and she used her own hands to grip onto his black shirt, sobs escaping her throat and tears staining his clothes. However, (Y/N) wasn’t the only one crying for Mitch couldn’t hold back his own tears either. Holding her as tight as he could because he was so afraid of letting go, Rapp placed soft kisses on her head (some of his tears falling down on her hair) as they both wept into each other’s arms.

It wasn’t just about the fact that the two almost died that they felt this way, it was mostly about how (Y/N) and Mitch now realize how stupid their fight was. (Y/N) was thankful for what little self defense he taught her because it ultimately saved her life and Rapp discovered he wasn’t willing to push his feelings back anymore. He wanted to love her fully even if it came with agonizing risks.

“I’m sorry.” (Y/N) spoke up first after she pulled off the tape on her mouth, her voice shakey and unstable. “You were right and I should’ve listened to you. I want to be trained, Mitch. Please teach me.”

“Of course.” He nodded, pulling back slightly so he could place his hand on her cheek and bring her face up to look at him. “And I’m sorry, too. I lied to you, (Y/N). You’re not nothing to me, you’re everything.”

For the second time since she’s been kidnapped, she smiled, both times because of the man currently holding her together. As she looked up at him, Mitch used his thumb to wipe away the tears on her skin and she did the same to him. It was a beautiful sight, the two gazing at each other and confessing through their eyes their love for the other. It didn’t matter what came up next to try to destroy them, (Y/N) and Rapp would fight together, side by side.


Desperate lips smashed together as a mixture of sobs and moans transferred through their mouths. Clothes were long gone on the floor, replaced by their naked limbs tangling within each other on Mitch’s bed. (Y/N)’s back arched in complete pleasure as her love continued to pump two fingers into her soaking wet core, quickly helping her reach the point of no return. Rapp moaned, his voice vibrating her mouth, and his cock twitched against her leg the instant she clenched around his fingers with her orgasm. It was her second of the night, the first one coming right after he used only his tongue to pleasure her.

The moment they realized they were no longer in danger, Mitch and (Y/N) rushed home to be as close as humanly possible. What happened tonight took a serious toll on them. (Y/N) wanted to show him that she loved every single thing about him, no matter how different he was from her, and Rapp desperately needed to show her that he was ready for the love they would share because of how (Y/N) made the once numb man actually feel something again.

“Can you handle one more?” Mitch asked the second she shuddered when he removed his fingers from her highly sensitive core and she slowly nodded.

As Rapp placed his wet fingers into his mouth and happily sucked off her juices from his skin, the young man used his other hand to open the drawer in his bedside table and pull out a condom from its box. (Y/N) took it from him and ripped the package open with her teeth, Mitch watching in awe, before putting it on his hard erection. Removing his fingers from his mouth, Rapp got a hold of his shaft and positioned himself at (Y/N)’s entrance. He gazed into her eyes in a way to ask for permission and she gladly nodded, her own beautiful pupils looking up at the man hovering over her in amusement when she noticed an odd emotion flicker in them.

Mitch lowered his head and looked at their bodies that were about to connect before looking up at her chest rising and falling and, suddenly, felt extremely nervous. He took a deep breath as the back of his eyes started to burn with upcoming tears.

“What’s wrong?” (Y/N) asked, placing her hand on his bare chest to stop his actions. “Are you okay?”

Rapp reluctantly looked up into her eyes and she could see his glossing over, her heart instantly wrenching at the sight.

“Mitch?”

“I’m scared.” Rapp confessed, feeling insanely small and vulnerable.

Without needing him to explain any further for her to understand nor saying a single word, (Y/N) lifted her head and placed a gentle kiss on his plump lips before deepening it. Their kiss was slow and (Y/N) took her time to show him that she wasn’t going anywhere. It was the type of kiss that mended every single broken thing inside of two people. Warmth spread across their bodies eventually turning into a dangerous fire, yet both felt extremely safe in each other’s arms.

Mitch slowly pushed himself into her core and the two immediately moaned in reaction. (Y/N)’s hands flew to his back and gripped tightly as he stretched her walls and Rapp’s eyes rolled to the back of his head at how incredible she felt around him. Because she was already so overstimulated, Mitch patiently waited for her to give him the go when he entered her completely. Once (Y/N) nodded, her eyes closed in focus, the assassin slowly pulled back and deeply pushed in again. He kept this steady pace and (Y/N)’s heart fluttered against her chest the second she realized that he wasn’t just having sex with her, but making love to her.

When she opened her eyes to gawk at him, he was already staring at her. Rapp’s eyes were wide as he noticed a smile twitch on her lips before she bit down on them. Normally he would think it was the sexiest thing in the world and it’d seduce him immediately, yet at this exact moment Mitch saw it with different eyes. Of course it was still sexy, but all he saw was pure and innocent beauty behind it.

(Y/N)’s nails dug into Rapp’s back and after a few minutes of this deep and slow thrusting, she could sense her fourth orgasm today alone creeping up on her. Mitch brought his hand down to her thigh and moved it to a deeper angle, now hitting her g-spot and that is what ultimately pushed her over the edge. Rapp groaned out when her nails definitely created bruises in his skin before she came back down from her ecstasy.

Mitch stopped and (Y/N) opened her now sleepy eyes to look at him, asking through her features why he had.

“Can you be on top of me?” Rapp asked, the woman’s breath hitching at the feeling of his cock pulsing inside of her sensitive walls.

Pushing his hips so he could pull out of her, (Y/N) sat up on the bed and moved Mitch so he could lay down. Throwing her leg over his body to straddle him, Rapp settled his hands on her waist before closing his eyes in pleasure when she pushed him inside of her by sitting on his dick. Going slow at first, then picking up the pace, (Y/N) gladly helped him reach his own orgasm. Mitch grunted and moaned as she rode him deliciously until she purposely clenched around him and he instantly came undone. The girl watching in complete awe, her lover never looking more beautiful than in this exact moment.

It was said before that (Y/N) had him completely wrapped around her finger, but what wasn’t mentioned is how Mitch Rapp is the one that holds this woman’s heart in his hands. Even though he couldn’t be more wrong, Mitch strongly believes that he is a danger and a burden to her because they were so different. Because he was the moon and she was the sun. Because he was war and she was peace. He was violence and she was love. He was pain and she was happiness. He was was death and she was life. He was darkness and she was light.

However, what Rapp didn’t understand at the moment but (Y/N) would make sure he did in the future was that he wasn’t her destruction like he initially believed to be: He was her salvation.

Of course everyone wants to be the sun to lighten up someone’s life, but it’s also beautiful to be the moon like Mitch Rapp and brighten in the darkest hour.

Best Mission Ever

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Request:Could you do a smut or normal but with make out for Peter Parker where him and the reader both get stuck in the storage facility and have to pass the time just like in the movie? But instead of webbing walls and jump roping with a web, they have fun with each other ;) I love your writing btw #blessyou- anon

word count: 2469

Warnings: SMUT

Note: I decided to change a bit how they got into the trailer with the alien tech for it to make sense in the fic? but everything else is pretty much the same. ALSO THIS IS MY FIRST? (kinda) SMUT SO GO EASY ON ME ALSO I’M KINDA EMBARRASSED? but anyways hope you guys enjoy!

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Originally posted by tomhollandisdaddy

Peter was glad he got to go to the Academic Decathlon team, and so was Y/n, however they were for completely different reasons. Peter was really close to discovering who was robbing the alien tech and selling it back, he just needed to follow his tracker and everything would be okay.

Y/n was just happy that her boyfriend was reintegrating himself into school activities. With all his spidey action he barely had time for himself and the things he used to enjoy. Besides, a couple stolen kisses in hotel rooms wouldn’t hurt anybody, right?

They both had been studying non stop, trying to get as many practice as possible before the decathlon, until Peter claimed he needed a rest.

“I’m just getting really tired”

The girl smiled as she slid closer to Peter, playing with his hair and holding him close.

“Maybe we could go upstairs? We haven’t been alone in a while Pete.”

He knew what she meant, and there wasn’t anything he wanted more than to go upstair and kiss his girl all night, making her body shake under him, but he had to go.

He stood up before the girl got any closer, sending and apologetic smile at her.

“I know love, but I gotta go -uhh- take a shower, I’m really tired”

The girl frowned as she saw her boyfriend getting out of the room, leaving her hanging. Had he just rejected her? He only did that when he had superhero duties but-they weren’t in Queens; maybe he really was tired.

She decided to head to her room as well and give some time to the boy. She hanged with Liz until she suggested they got into the pool.

“Go tell Peter and Ned and I’ll tell Michelle and Flash”

“Be right back”

Y/n made her way to the boy’s room, but as she was turning down the corner she spotted Ned and Peter talking outside the door.

“You can’t go Peter! What if something happens to you!”

“Nothing will happen! I’ll be back before the decathlon”

“But what if you’re not? Does Y/n knows? What am I supposed to tell her?”

“Just tell her I had a migraine and falled asleep, I gotta go- see you!”

Peter went on the other direction running, as Ned watched him go, still outside their room. Now or never, she thought. She might as well confront Ned already.

“Hey Ned!”

The boy jumped in surprise as he saw her approaching, quickly closing the door behind him.

“Hey Y/n! Waddup!”

“Hey we are going all to the pool, wanna join us?”

“Sure, I’ll be down in a sec”

“Great, I’ll come inside to tell Peter”

She tried to grab to the doorknob, however Ned stopped her, getting in the way and blocking completely the entrance.

“You can’t go inside”

“Why not? He’s my boyfriend”

“Well, he’s just- uhh- sleeping”

“Well, I’ll just check on him, he said he was feeling bad earlier”

“No!- You can’t go inside”

“Why don’t you want me inside? What are you doing in there?”

“Im- uhh- watching porn”

The girl definitely stepped back as she heard his confession. Ned was a really dedicated friend or a very honest person. Either way, she didn’t need that much information

“Well, I’ll-ummm- leave you to it, we’ll be in the pool when you’re- finished”

If that wasn’t a sign that they were hiding something she didn’t knew what was. She decided to go in the same direction as Peter’s, and maybe try to spy on him. She hurried along the way until she spotted a blur of red and blue getting above the rooftop of a trailer. She took a cab and asked him to follow it, driving for almost 2 hours, until it finally made a stop.

She paid and got out of the cab, approaching the trailer Peter had just gotten into. She found the boy had left the door open, getting inside as quietly as she could.

They boy was looking around the place, looking for something, until he finally spinned around and saw her.

He took off his mask as his eyes grew wider in surprise. “Y/n! Why-What- What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same question”

The boy tried to think of a response until he heard a noise from above the top of the trailer. Shit Shit Shit! The bird dude had arrived.

“I’ll explain later okay just- hide for now”

She did as instructed and hided behind a big box,hoping she wouldn’t get discovered by whoever was getting in, but mostly worried about Peter’s safety. She waited, trying to get a peek at what was happening behind the boxes.

“I’m sorry but I’m gonna need you to give back those things” Really Peter? Way to talk during a possible fight

“Get out of my way or you’ll get hurt

“The only person getting hurt-”

The next thing she heard  was a loud noise as a couple boxes and things falled down, probably from a struggle. She couldn’t hear Peter anymore, and neither could she hear the other person. She waited a couple minutes in silence until she finally stepped out, finding some empty boxes and Peter’s body, unconscious in the floor.

She went straight to him, trying to wake him up, with no luck. He wasn’t responding to anything she did, and she was getting scared. He still had a steady pulse, so that calmed her a little bit.

After a while of waiting the trailer got moving again, trapping her and Peter inside. She didn’t even had her phone! She could not believe her luck.

She placed her boyfriends head on her lap and slowly falled asleep, while still stroking his hair.

Peter was the first one to wake up, standing up and realising what had happened, the trailer had stopped moving.He went next to his girlfriend and cupped her face, trying to get her to wake up.

“Love, wake up”

Y/n slowly opened her eyes, remembering what had happened last night.

“Peter! Are you alright?-What happened yesterday? Who was that and why- Oh my god the decathlon! What time is it?”

“Calm down Y/n, we need to find a way out of here first, then everything else okay?”

She nodded as she stood up. The moved together a couple boxes blocking the door and prepared to push it open. They tried a couple times until it finally set them free, at last from the trailer, since they were now in a big room full of other like that one.

“Where are we?”

“It’s a storage, they keep all the alien crap I told you about here”

“So, we are basically in the most guarded place on earth, how are we getting out?!”

“We should try to look for any escape? Come with me, we’ll shot at the door to see if it opens, or at least sets and alarm”

They tried to push, punch and move all the walls they could, however nothing they did helped. It was useless. They had been trying for what felt like hours, although it had probably been 20 minutes.

“Peter let’s just- stop. Someone will have to come here someday- and then we’ll get out”

“But it could be like- hours until that happens! I’m bored Y/n- I’m sorry you’re in this mess with me”

“At least we’re together, that’s all that matters”. She approached her boyfriend and stood close to him, cupping his face with her hands. “Besides, times flies by when you’re busy”

Peter looked at her in surprise as he recognized the tone in her voice. She looked kinda messy, with her wrinkled clothes and tangled hair, but she had a hungry look in her eyes that made him want her even more.

He decided to play along as he said “You’ve got any ideas to keep us busy, love?”

She leaned in once again, looking him in the eye and smirking. “I’ve got a couple”

Right after this she pushed him against the wall behind the trailer, staying hidden. She kissed him hard and sloppy as she pulled his hair, trying to get as closer to each other as they could.

Peter grabbed her neck, deepening the kiss as he slid his tongue on her mouth, making the girl moan. They continued kissing and biting, until Peter rolled over and this time he pinned the girl against the wall.

“Hands up babygirl”

Y/n held her hands up high as Peter went for her neck, barely brushing his lips against it until he reached her sweet spot. He went ahead and started licking and sucking into it, leaving marks all over the place. He grabbed her hips, keeping her still, but closer to him than before.

He continued kissing her neck and under her jaw, all the way to her collarbone, making the girl shiver at the contact, until he moved his hands under her shirt, stroking her abdomen.

Peter grabbed the shirt and pulled from the bottom, stripping her out of it, leaving her in her bra.

“Wearing my favorite pair I see uh?”

“I- uhh- I wanted to surprise you”

She blushed as she remembered how she was planning on kicking Ned out and spending the night with Peter.

“How exactly were you going to surprise me? Tell me about it”

The boy went back to her neck as she slowly unmade the clasp of her bra and threw it aside as he stroke her left nipple.

“Peter-I”

“Tell me”

The girl was enjoying the sensation too much, and was barely able to form any thoughts, let alone sentences, but she managed.

“I was going to- get up in your room and kiss you- so hard, slow- I would touch and kiss all your body- i wanted to- get on my knees and suck you off, make you feel so good Pete”

The boy kept on stroking it as he licked the other nipple, pushin his hard on against the girl, who moaned at the contact of his dick against her.

“You feel that baby? All your dirty talk got me feeling this way”

The girl wanted to put her hands down and pull Peters hair again, even remove the stupid suit getting on their ways. She looked at Peter’s eyes, asking for permission before he put her hands down himself.

“I know you want to touch darling”

She quickly made her way to the suit’s button, stripping him down and finally touching Peter’s chest, sliding her hands to the waistband of his boxers.

“Peter, please, let me make you feel good”

She got on her knees and locked at Peter once again, before he nodded and slipped the boxers off himself.

The girl grabbed his dick on her hand, getting it a little wet before slowly stroking it, like she knew Peter liked. They boy in front of him was a mess by such a little touch, whimpering as she slid the tip of his cock onto her mouth.

She tried to take as much of him as she could, and once she was full she started bobbing her head forward, sucking and licking.Peter kept making needy voices as his hips thrusted on her mouth, pulling her hair. Her hand was good on the base, tight and warm, while she came back up to his head, tonguing at his cum.

“Look at me”

She glanced back at Peter as she kept on sucking him, sending him over the edge. She swallowed as he came, letting her name out in a muffled moan.

“You did so good Y/n”

She stood up and went to kiss him, while Peter unbuttoned her shorts and got her hand in her panties.

“It’s your turn to enjoy love”

She felt her legs shaking as he pushed his thumb against her clit, rubbing little circles. She let out a series of whimpers and started moving her hips along to him, trying to get as much friction as she could.

He moved one finger up her entrance and kept on moving his hand, while his mouth was now back to her neck and breast. She let her forehead rest on his shoulders until she felt a second finger sliding in, making her bite on him.

“Peter- faster please”

They boy did as asked and moved his hand even more, this time completely sliding of her shorts and panties.

“You ready babygirl?”

Y/n nodded as she tried to sit down, before Peter stopped her.

“No- I’m going to fuck you against the wall love, and you’re gonna take every inch of it, got it?”

She catched her breath and nodded, shaking in anticipation she placed herself against the wall.Peter went for her waist and carried her, as she held onto him with her legs and her arms.

He slid the tip on her and then completely out of nowhere, making them both moan at the contact of each other together. The girl made a whimpering noise as she started moving her hips desperately.

“Needy are we?”

“Peter-It’s been so long- please”

The boy considered teasing her a bit, but he was just as desperate as her. He hold onto the wall and her ass as he thrusted into her once again, making the girl let her head back.

They found a rhythm, going faster and faster, with a thin layer of seat covering their bodies as they tried to touch and take as much of each other as they could.

Everytime he thrusted too hard her back would slam against the wall, making her boobs bounce, inviting him to taste. He went back to rubbing her clit and biting her nipples. Y/n never wanted to stop, but she was so close, Peter was taking such good care of her she could barely hold on any longer.

“Peter-i’m gonna- I can’t wait much longer”

At her words the boy quickened his pace, thrusting faster, harder and deeper, while still rubbing her. She clenched her walls against him, making them both come together with loud moaning and fast breathing.

She finally slid her legs off Peters waist, still shaking from her orgasm as they touched their foreheads together, trying to catch their breaths.

“That was-intense”

Peter laughed as they seated down, trying to calm.

“If this is what you do in your spidey action then you should take me to your missions more often”

“Believe me, the only spidey action I got today was you”

“Well, at least I made it a little less boring, right?”

“Are you kidding? Best mission ever”

This time they both laughed and hold onto each other. They still had to wait, but at least they were no longer bored.


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I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - Part Eight

Summary: You go for your first scan, skype with Gen and Danneel, and announce your pregnancy. Everything seems to be going well
Warnings: pregnancy, mild angst
Words: 3.5k
Jared x Reader (Jared x Reader x Gen), Jensen, Danneel, Clif
Beta: @blacksiren

I Know Your Wife - Masterpost

Your name: submit What is this?

You called up your doctor the next morning, apologising for the rude way you ended the last call.

She assured you that there was nothing to apologise for, knowing that the information would have come as a bit of a shock.

You were booked in for an ultrasound scan on Monday morning.

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Lost || Peter Parker

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 1,364 words

Requests from anons:   Hello! Can I get an imagine where Peter and Y/N are a couple but she doesn’t know he’s Spiderman, and she was on the ferry and he saved her before she could fall in the water, and she recognized it was him because of how he held her close and after that she didn’t talk to him for days and Peter got sick of it and stopped her on her way home and then she told him? Can it have a fluffy ending after the little “fight”? Sorry if its long, thanks

 can u write an imagine where the reader is drowning and Spider-Man saves her?

Some Homecoming Spoilers I guess (I mean, it’s kind of just stuff from the trailer)

A/N: Lets pretend that his suit is water proof. Lowkey shitty ending. Sorry if your name is Angel

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Originally posted by tomhollandcouk


“You’ll see me back at school on Monday, Peter. I’ll be fine.” Y/N said with a smile as she held both of her boyfriend’s hands in front of her locker. Peter swayed their hands slightly side to side as he let out a sigh, “But do you have to go to Staten Island this weekend? You’re gonna miss our annual movie night. You never miss those!” She chuckled a bit, “I know, but my cousins just flew here and they’re all staying at my Aunt’s house on Staten Island.”

Peter dropped his head, looking at his shoes dramatically, “What am I gonna do without you, angel?!” Y/N laughed as she unlinked one of their hands to begin walking out of the school building. “You have Ned. Plus you’ve been swamped with the Stark Internship recently. That would keep your mind off of things.” She stated, feeling bad that she had to leave.

“Y-Yeah, you have a point.” He awkwardly said, scratching the back of his neck. Y/N smiled widely, turning to look him in the eye, “See, you’ll be fine without me.”

Being Spider-Man came with its perks. Saving the day was so rewarding, everyone knowing who you are, and being known as a hero. The cons, nobody knows who you are. Peter knew he shouldn’t tell anyone about his abilities, he couldn’t put the people he loved in (potential) danger. As much as he wanted to tell Y/N about his powers, he couldn’t. He couldn’t just throw that burden at her.

Y/N stepped onto the ferry that same day, pulling at her backpack straps. She walked up the stairs of the vehicle, leading to the highest level of the boat. She wanted to watch the waves move as the boat did. She stood there, leaning onto the cool, metal railing when the boat departed from the pier.

She looked over, after hearing a loud ruckus, to find a man with mechanical wings swooping into the bottom half of the ferry. “What the fuck?” Y/N muttered to herself but she was suddenly rocked when the boat shook. But the boat rocked more than normal. She looked towards the middle of the ferry, and saw that the middle was gone.

The boat had split in half. Y/N’s eyes widened as she ran to the front end of the boat where the man flew into, to see what had happened. The mechanical bird man flew up awfully close to her. Too close. As he flew over Y/N, one of the wings on his back had hit her, knocking her off of the ferry and into the ice cold water underneath.

She was already fully submerged in the water when Spider-Man webbed up the boat and Iron-Man pushed it together. Peter saw her body hit the water, seeing her quickly sink down as cars plowed towards her left and right. “Y/N!” He shouted before diving into the water, without a doubt in his mind, trying to find her.

Y/N was struggling as a car descended onto her body. Everything was just so shocking, and she had been under the water for so long. She had to breathe, so she did. Water filled her lungs, making her start thrashing around even more. Black spots greeted her vision before everything went pitch black. Peter swam as fast as he could over to her, grabbing her body, and dragging her to the surface.

Peter took a large breath of air when they met the oxygen above as he shot one of his webs towards the top of the ferry. He pulled himself on the web, getting closer to the ferry. They reached the edge and he placed her body lightly onto the boat before pulling himself up onto the spot next to her.

He looked at her chest to see that it wasn’t rising and falling like it should. Peter started freaking out even more than he already was. “Y/N! Y/N, come on!” He shouted as he started doing CPR. All of their happy memories together started flashes before his eyes.

“Just breath, damn it!” He shouted once more, breathlessly. As if she had heard him, she started coughing up water, making her turn on her side to make sure that the clear liquid was no longer in her lungs. Peter, or to Y/N Spider-Man, let out a breath of relief. He sat down on the floor, pulling Y/N towards him.

“Thank god you’re okay. I almost lost you.” He muttered quietly, holding her as close to him as he possibly could. Y/N sat there, on top of Spider-Man not knowing what to do. His voice was so comforting, almost familiar, making her want to stay there forever.

“What would I do without you, angel?” He whispered, cradling her head to his shoulder. Y/N sat there, remembering what her boyfriend had said just a few hours ago.

What am I gonna do without you, angel?

Her eyes went wide as everything came together. Peter always being hung up with his internship, brought to him by Tony Stark AKA Iron Man, Spider-Man’s comforting and soothing voice. A voice that she could never forget.

Her boyfriend, lovable, dorky Peter Parker, was the amazing, spectacular Spider-Man.

He picked her up gently, bringing her to a seat inside the ferry. He placed her down onto the white plastic, and he just stood there, looking at her. “I have to go,” Spider-Man stated quietly, running away, outside of the ferry and swinging back towards the city.

That weekend, Y/N didn’t go to Staten Island (for obvious reasons) and she avoided texts and calls from Peter, until he showed up at her doorstep on Sunday night.

“Y/N” he said breathlessly, pulling her into a tight hug. “I’m so glad you’re okay. I-I heard what happened on the news on Friday. I would’ve come sooner but I was just… I don’t know.” He said pulling away. She nodded her head, rubbing her nose with the sleeve of her sweater.

“Peter….we, we need to talk.” She said opening the door wider, indicating him to come inside. Confusion laced his features as they walked towards her bedroom.

Y/N sat down on her bed, letting out a large sigh, clutching the blankets underneath her. “What do we need to talk about?” Peter asked, standing a few feet away from her with crossed arms. She looked down, holding her head in her hand. “I….. I know you’re Spider-Man.”

His eyes went wide, he was so careful in keeping it a secret, well at least he thought. “What,” he laughed ,“I mean I wish, but I’m not Spi-” He was interrupted by Y/N.

“Please don’t lie to me Peter. I know the truth. It was you on Friday clad in those red and blue spandex.” She looked up at him with tears in her eyes. He ruffled his hand through his hair, feeling awful because her tears where all his fault.

His eyes began to swell with tears just like hers did, “You almost died, Y/N. And it would’ve been my fault.” He brushed the tears off of his cheek, moving to sit next to Y/N.

“If you knew I was Spider-Man, people would’ve found out about how close we are. An-And I have so many enemies, I didn’t want one of them to hurt you.” He sniffled, not making any eye contact. Y/N nodded her head, understandingly.

“I don’t know what ​I would do with out you, angel.” He sobbed, leaning over her and nuzzling himself into her neck, wrapping his arms around her waist. She wrapped her arms around the middle of his back, rubbing a soothing hand up and down.

“You’d be completely lost.” Y/N said softly with a small smile on her face, kissing the top of Peter’s head lightly. Nothing was kept a secret between the two of them ever again.

anonymous asked:

Top 5 fav cophine moments :)

sorry this took me so long, but i wanted to add gifs…aaand i’m doing 6 bc i’m absolute trash and couldn’t narrow it down. so here we go:

6. when delphine is saying goodbye, and knows it could very well be the last time she ever sees cosima. i love love evelyne in this scene bc she really looks like she’s trying to memorize every single bit of cosima’s face, and ugh wow.

5. ummmmmm this kiss. bc of delphine’s hand….like??? need i say more?

4. i’m pretty sure this is going to be a flashback, and we haven’t even seen it yet, but…..omfg. this is….thirsty delphine? i am deceased. i have literally rewatched the s5 trailer a million fucking times bc this is so hot i cannot handle it.

3. SMOOTH OPERATOR COSIMA!!! obviously one of everyone’s favorite moments, but i love love this so much. especially bc of the way delphine ends up leaning against the table, like it just really confirms her as a top™….as if we did not already know.

2. controversial, but, the break up. listen. cosima’s small, “i love you” with her puppy eyes was so traumatizing, i cried for 30 minutes. and then! delphine dramatically breaks down in the middle of the hallway, increasing my heartache tenfold. they were both so amazing in the scene, god it’s just so sad.

1. delphine climbs into bed with cosima to keep her warm. this scene really got me bc first we have cosima’s blurry vision seeing delphine strip down in front of her, and her face is like, “is this real? am i dead already?” like she literally cannot believe her eyes. so that already had me emotional, but then delphine’s face when she looks down at cosima i just like…really lost it?? she looks at her with such care and reverence, like she’s just in complete awe of her. i really cannot believe they made me wait an entire season for this, but tbh it was worth it.

i love them so much, honestly i’m so glad i waited to binge watch this series bc i really could not have survived the hiatus between seasons lmao. they compliment each other so well, i just really want them to be happy. lord knows they deserve it.

Never

Characters: Y/N (reader), Jensen Ackles, Natasha (OFC), Rosie (OFC - mentioned)

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Cheating (kinda - not really), low self esteem, language, slight violence.       

Word Count: 1400ish

A/N: This was supposed to be a gif blurb for a gif @chaos-and-the-calm67 send me. It was born out of two conversations I had today. One with @percywinchester27 and one with @mysupernaturalfics - who is also the sweet angel… really more like demon spawn but… she did beta on short notice. :P

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

You felt a knot form in your stomach when you saw her. You had feared something had been going on between the new PA Natasha and your husband. You had never brought it up to him, because saying it would make it real. It wasn’t that he had ever really done anything to make you doubt him, but the way she was giggling and touching him every chance she got, it would upset you more than you cared to admit. You justified his actions in your mind. Jensen was gorgeous and out of your league.  You had gained weight and you were feeling less than confident about the way you looked. Especially after having your daughter.You tried telling yourself you couldn’t blame him for going elsewhere to get his needs filled.

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The Dream Role

Originally posted by marvelgifs

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Request: Can you write a Tom Holland x reader where the reader auditions for spider-gwen in spider man 2 or 3 and gets the part partially because tom convinces the casting director and he falls for her during filming. (anonymous)

Word count: 964

A/N: I don’t really know much about Spider-Gwen so I didn’t really focus on that part that much. I’m sorry if that was a major thing for you in this request. I just didn’t want to write something that was completely false or out of that character! I hope that this was what you were hoping and that you’ll like it :)


“Y/N Y/L” you heard your name being called and stood up. You had never been this nervous. You were going to audition for the role of Peter Parker’s love interest and a superhero, Spider-Gwen, in the next Spider-Man movie. You were led to the stage where your audition would take place. You clenched your fists trying to control your nerves. 

When you got to the stage you saw the directors sitting there and Tom Holland standing next to them. They heard you walk in and turned their attention to you. Your hands were sweating like crazy. You tried to wipe your hands to your pants as unnoticeably as possible. 

“Hey, you must be Y/N, I’m Tom” Tom walked to you and shook your hand. He was even more handsome in person. How was that even possible? “Yeah, hi, nice to meet you” you shook his hand and tried to control the blush on your face. “Okay you can start now” the director called and you did the scene. You nailed the audition. You knew your lines perfectly and you played the part convincingly. Even Tom said that you were amazing. You were super excited right now. A few days later the director called you telling you the good news. You got the part!

You had been filming for a month now. Everything was going perfectly. This was definitely your dream part! You and Tom had become great friends and you even spent your day offs with him. Today you were going to shoot the signature Spider-Man kiss scene. You were really nervous about it. You weren’t really sure why you felt so nervous about the scene. You had done kiss scenes before and you weren’t nervous about them. Why were you so nervous with Tom?

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Preference: They Get Jealous/Insecure

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Warnings: Cursing and mentions of sex

Rick Grimes

“But Y/n, I didn’t do anything!” Sobbed Rick as he rested his head in your lap. “This man came, and he killed Abraham. He killed one of our own. And what did I do? Nothing.” It broke your heart to see Rick like this, the man who was always so strong broken in your lap.

“Rick, you couldn’t have done anything. It was smart to stay on the ground.”

“But Daryl, he got up. He punched that asshole straight in the jaw. You should want to be with somebody like Daryl, who stands up for himself.” Said Rick softly.

“Baby, but what he did had consequences. He may have stood, but he paid for it. Besides, I love you with all my heart Rick.”

“Really?”

“Yes Rick.”

“I love you too Y/n.”

Negan

Who were you just fucking talking to?” Asked Negan as you turned the corner out of the cafeteria. You jumped, not expecting him to be there.

“What?”

“In the lunchroom, who the fucking hell was that guy?” Asked Negan again, his jaw tense.

“Who, Conner? He was just asking if I could watch Lindsay tomorrow night. You know her, his baby daughter? She’s so cute-”

“You can’t watch her tomorrow.”

“But, I just told him that I c-”

“You are spending tomorrow night with me now!” Yelled Negan, cutting you off.

“What made you change your plans so suddenly? Besides, I already told him yes.” You asked in hopes of a real answer to explain his outburst.

“Because I don’t think you should be hanging around that guy. And fuck, he seemed to be very friendly with you.” Said Negan angrily. “I’ll just come watch Lindsay with you. I can be great with kids.” 

“If you want to.” You responded, then leaned in for a kiss. Halfway you stopped, coming to a realization. “Wait,” you said, backing away.

“Oh come on Babe, you can’t tease me like that.” Said Negan with his signature smirk.

“Were you jealous because I was talking to Conner?”

“No, I just- he- it looked like…” Said Negan, for once at a loss for words as he angrily huffed off, leaving you giggling in the hallway.

Daryl Dixon

“So you’re goin’ to that fancy welcome party tonight?” Asked Daryl, making sure through his tone that you knew how he felt about the party. He thought it was stupid.

“Yes Daryl. I want to make sure these people like us. I want to be able to stay here” Daryl scoffed at your words. “Oh come on, Daryl. I want to be able to sleep for once without the fear that I’ll wake up to the screams of my friends being eaten alive.”

“Sorry,” he mumbled. “I bet you’ll see that Spencer kid there.”

“Yes, I probably will. He’s Deanna’s son and all.” You replied, not understanding why Daryl pointed that out.

“I bet he’ll look nice. All dressed up and shit. Probably put some damn cologne on too or somethin’ so he could impress ya.” Said Daryl shortly, looking away from you and refusing to meet your eyes.

“Daryl,” you said softly, “I know what this is about. I love you, not Spencer. He actually seemed like kind of an ass.” You walked over to Daryl and put your hand on his cheek. “Besides, I think you look just fine. Pretty sexy, might I add.”

“Well Y/n, you don’t look too bad yourself. Especially tonight.” Daryl said quietly, looking at the ground. “I may not be dressed up like ya, but could I maybe come with ya tonight?”

“Of course baby,” you said, giving him a peck on the lips before grabbing his hand and walking out the door.

Glenn Rhee

“Are you sure you wouldn’t prefer somebody a bit, you know, ‘manlier’?”Asked Glenn shyly as the two of you lay cuddled in your tent at night.

“Where is this coming from?” You ask, turning to look into his beautiful eyes.

“It’s just that, all I ever do is go on runs. I run from walkers rather than kill them when I can. Somebody like Daryl-”

“I’m just going to stop you right there.” You said with a soft sigh. “Glenn, I like you, not Daryl. Besides, those walkers were people once. I feel guilty every time I kill one. Besides, going on runs contributes to the group and keeps us alive just as much.” You smile, and Glenn returns it.

“You’re just glad I’ll go pick up condoms,” said Glenn with a smirk, back to his usual, happier, self. You blush darkly at his words.

“Oh shut up.”

Abraham Ford

“Come on Abraham. I know it isn’t your first choice, but it’s getting dark. We need to find somewhere to sleep, and I’m sure as hell not spending the night in this damned truck again.” You said, pointing to the library across the street from where your group had parked to discuss what to do.

“If I may cut in,” said Eugene, poking his head up from the backseat to the front. “I agree with Y/n. Although the food supply in there is likely either low or non-existent we should stay the night. It would be more comfortable than this car and I would love to be able to do some more research before we get to Washington D.C.”

“Oh Abe, I didn’t even think about that! I haven’t gotten to read anything other than a map or manual for so long. Please Abraham?” You pleaded, looking up at him with doe eyes.

“Fine. But just for the night so Eugene can research and stop this thing.” Said Abraham, making you squeak with joy.

“Oh thank you Baby!” You said excitedly, giving Abraham a kiss on the lips before exiting the car.

~Later that night~

“Abraham?” You whispered as you turned the corner, looking for your boyfriend after browsing the shelves. What you saw surprised you. It was Abraham, sitting at a table surrounded by textbooks.

“Abe?” You said a little louder, softly walking up behind him. Startled by your voice, he spun around in his seat to face you.

“Well shit, Y/n. No need to creep around like that.”

“Sorry.” You muttered. “What are you doing?”

Abraham looked down and refused to meet your eyes, his cheeks tinted a faint red.

“I was trying to learn some of this dumb science shit, so that I could impress you. You and Eugene talk all the time about this crap so I thought that maybe you would like it if I knew something about it.” He said lowly, still looking at the ground rather than your face.

“Oh Abe, you know I love you the way you are. Knowing big, fancy, science words aren’t going to change that. There’s nothing to be jealous of.” You say, putting your hand on his strong back.

“Oh, don’t worry about me Y/n. I’m not jealous of Eugene..” He says defensively. “It’s just that-”

“Shh,” you say, cutting him off. You sat across his lap, straddling him. “You know, Eugene and Rosita are already asleep.” You said, trailing your fingers up his chest. He smiled and leaned in for a kiss, grabbing your hips.

“Well then, let’s use that to our advantage.”

Carl Grimes

“You sure have been hanging out with Ron a lot more now, huh Y/n?” Asked Carl pointedly.

“What do you mean? Carl, I just want to make some friends here in Alexandria. I don’t want to be an outsider.” You reply, not understanding why he was upset.

“Well, I guess you’re right then. You can have the perfect life now; a nice house with a clean, innocent boyfriend. Go ahead and choose him instead, see if I care!” Said Carl, raising his voice with every word.

“Jesus fuck Carl you’re being unreasonable. I love you, you piece of shit. I shouldn’t have to prove it to you,” you reply sassily yet somehow still lovingly.

“I know, you’re right Y/n. You couldn’t leave me even if you tried anyway.” Carl said cockily.

“Grimes, I could never want to.”

King Ezekiel

Ezekiel looked over at you, smiling and laughing at something Jerry has said. Although he didn’t want to admit it, he had feelings for you. Even before the world had gone to shit, he had thought of you as the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, seeing you grow up after being childhood playmates.

“Jerry, Lady Y/n.” He said, approaching the two of you. Although when speaking to the people of the Kingdom he took his role as “King” completely serious, behind closed doors all words such as “lady” or “thou” or “shalt” had taken on an air of humor. You smiled as Ezekiel came closer.

“Good day, my splendid king,” you say sarcastically as you curtsied. For the first time, this failed to make Ezekiel smile and it worried you. Had you done something wrong?

“Jerry, Dianne was wanting to speak with you.” Said Ezekiel shortly. He was rarely this snappy, and it worried you. You would never say it out loud, but over the years Ezekiel has matured into a man that you deemed perfect. And who couldn’t fall for a perfect guy?

Jerry left, leaving you alone with Ezekiel. You shifted so that you were in front of him before placing a hand on his strong shoulder and looking into his beautiful eyes.

“Are you alright Ezekiel? You seem on edge.” You say, your breath catching as he looks down at you, his face so close to your own. It wasn’t a new occurrence by any means, but every time it sent shivers up your spine.

“Y/n, do you think that I am fun to be around?” Asked Ezekiel, catching you completely off guard.

“Ezekiel, you are the most fun guy I know. You’re funny, and smart, and somehow you have the charisma to keep the entire group safe.” You say as he searched your face for any signs of untruthfulness.

“Oh,” said Ezekiel as he immediately became less tense. “Well then, I am glad. I shall see you around then, Lady Y/n.”

“Of course, King Ezekiel.” And with a curtsy, you parted ways.

Paul Rovia/Jesus

“So, how was work today?” Asked Jesus, walking into the trailer you shared.

“Well, I had to work with Eduardo today. Except he has no idea how to properly plant tomatoes so I basically had to guide him the entire day.” You said annoyed. Jesus however skipped over your tone and went straight for the guy.

“Eduardo? So you guys were pretty close all day, out in the heat?” He said, failing to mask his displeasure.

“Paul, you know I love you. At least you know how to dig a hole to plant a seed.”

“I know. I’m sorry Y/n. It’s just that I had a rough run today. I met these guys; I have a feeling that our world is going to get a whole lot bigger.”

Dwight

You woke up in the middle of the night, Dwight holding you tightly from behind. Although normally you wouldn’t have minded, he was squeezing a bit too tight and it had become too uncomfortable. 

“Y/n,” you heard him say in his sleep.

Great, he’s having one of those dreams again. Just wake up, I’m right here asshole.” You thought.

Y/n,” he said again. You reached back to poke him and wake him up, but then you heard his voice again.

“Please don’t leave me.” He said. It broke your heart to hear him say that. To hear him think that you would ever want to leave him. “Negan, no. Y/n.” At this point you couldn’t take it and poked his shoulder trying to wake him up.

“Dwight,” you said softly as his eyes fluttered open.

“Y/n?” He replied sleepily. “What time is it?”

“What were you just dreaming about?”You asked him. It took him a second to remember, but as soon as he did the corners of his mouth turned towards the ground.

“Was I talking in my sleep again?”

“Yea, D. Did something happen to bring that up?” You asked. He sighed and paused as if debating whether or not to tell you, but he did.

“I saw Sherry yesterday.” He said softly. “I have you now, and you know that I wouldn’t trade that for the world. But it’s just that-” he stopped for a moment to collect his thoughts. “I had trusted her. And the first chance she got to hop on Negan’s dick, she took. I trust you more than I thought I could ever trust a woman again, but seeing her just made me afraid that you would prefer Negan. He could give you everything you ever wanted. Nice clothes, nice food-” You cut him off.

“Dwight, baby, I understand why you would be upset and not want to trust me completely. But you should know that Negan could never give me everything I wanted, even if he tried. Because,” you say, looking into his eyes and placing your hand along the side of his face Negan had burned. “I want you.” You pressed a kiss to his lips. Even in his sleepy state he responded quickly, flipping so that you were underneath him as he kissed you passionately.

“Well how about you show me just how much you want me?”

Simon

“So, you’re hanging around with Jason now?” Asked your closest friend Simon as he sat down next to you during your shared lunch break,

“If you mean he’s following me around to ask me out even though I continuously tell him ‘no way in hell’, then sure. I guess by those standards we are ‘hanging out’, as you put it.” You said angrily.

“Oh, you told him no?” Said Simon confused, yet still regaining his normal, cocky attitude.

“Of course I did. He’s an ass, and he acts like he on top even though he got here maybe a month ago.”

“Well Y/n, we both know who’s on top.” Said Simon, motioning to himself with a wink and making you blush hard. Although Simon probably just saw it as light flirting, you had harbored feelings for this man since the moment you met him. You pretended to look at your watch before getting up.

“Well, look at that. I have to get back to work. I’ll see you later.” You said quickly, walking away. He watched you leave, admittedly staring at your ass. Damn he loved you, and someday he was going to make sure you loved him back.

Merle Dixon

“So, now you’ve met my kid brother.” Said Merle, sitting next to you on the couch.

“Yes I did. He seems a lot like you.” You replied, leaning your head on Merle’s shoulder. He scoffed in return.

“Yea, he’s like me but younger with two hands.”

“Merle, shut the fuck up. You aren’t going to start this. I am so deeply, helplessly in love with you. Besides, you can do more to me with one hand than anyone else could have done with two.” Merle smirked at your words, regaining his attitude.

“You’re damn right sugar. Want me to show you again?”

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She has his hand, he holds my everything.

Author: @dylan-trash-tbh

Pairing: Dylan O'brien x Reader

Words: 2,5k

Warning: probably sad. Smuuuuut.



A/N: listen to this song .. + plus I am sorry (or not) I’ve got a prompt request and wrote this. This is also my first smut, be nice 😂❤️

I love you piggie 🐷 thanks for proofreading. @golddaggers

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Part I Part II Part III

Virgil couldn’t stop fidgeting, his hands endlessly worrying at the edge of his hoodie.

“Remind me why this isn’t a bad idea again?” he said, his voice pitching a little higher than usual.

“Because if you leave now you’ll regret it forever,” Roman replied, rolling his eyes from where he was standing next to him.

“I mena I already regret most of my life,” Virgil muttered, “So..”

“Virgil” Roman said exasperatedly.

“Fine, yeah, whatever” Virgil waved his hand, as if trying to brush away his words. “Just remember to pinch me if I start babbling or sounding stupid.”

It was then that Roman reached out and pinched him. Hard.

“Hey!” Virgil cried out, springing away from Roman. “What the hell was that for?”

“You said to pinch you if you started sounding stupid,” Roman retorted. “And you being this nervous is pretty freaking stupid. You’re going to be fine, Virgil. Try to relax a little. It’s a just a movie.”

“Sometimes I really fricking hate- oh god, he’s here!”

Virgil’s focus abruptly switched from Roman’s annoying ways to the approaching figure. Logan was wearing jeans. Virgil had never seen him in jeans before, he always wore slacks or khakis to school before, somehow making them look ridiculously good. But now, with these jeans…

“Fuck, I am so gay” Virgil breathed out, still unable to take his eyes off of Logan. He could hear Roman stifling a laugh next to him though, so without looking he reached out and smacked him, hearing a yelp.

“There,” he said, “Revenge for the pinch.”

Before Roman had a chance to retaliate, Logan had reached them.

“Salutations, Virgil,” he said with a soft smile. And dear god, he was going to end up killing Virgil someday.

Logan continued.

“I wanted to thank you for coming out with me today,” he said warmly, “I’ve been meaning to see Kubo for a while, but it’s more enjoyable with companions. Speaking of which, this is Patton. Patton, this is Virgil.

“Pleasure to meet you, champ!” The cheerful looking boy beside Logan stepped forward, holding out his hand. 

He continued, “I’ve heard a lot about you from Logan. It’s good to finally meet you face to face.”

Virgil’s mind raced. Logan had talked about him? What had he said? Was it good? Oh, who was he kidding, it was probably bad. Fuck, Patton probably already thought he was an idiot.

Trying not to show any of this on his face, Virgil reached out and shook the hand.

“It’s nice to meet you too,” he said quietly. “Ah, you were the one to make those cookies a little while back, right? They were-they were really good.“

Patton beamed.

“Aw, thanks!” he said. “I’m so glad you liked them! I love to bake, but I love sharing what I bake even more. Just let me know if you ever have a craving for baked goods. I can do more than cookies too. In fact I do a mean chocolate cheesecake.”

“Sorry to interrupt,” Roman broke in, stepping forward from where he had been behind Virgil. “But perhaps we should continue this conversation after we’ve gotten our seats. I’m Roman, by the way. Pleasure to meet you all.”

“Oh, well hello, Roman” Patton said cheerfully. “And yeah let’s go in. I hope we can get seats right in the middle. I’m so excited for this movie, the trailers looked so cool and I love animated movies!”

“I agree!” Roman said enthusiastically. “I especially love Disney movies. Tell me do you have a favorite?”

As they began to walk forward, Roman and Patton still chatting each other’s ears off, Logan fell in step with Virgil.

“I really am glad you agreed to come,” he said. “I hope you find the outing enjoyable.

“Um, yeah, sure I will” Virgil mumbled, hoping his face wasn’t too red. He could get through this though. Roman was right. It was just a movie. Just a movie.

He glanced back up again at Logan, and struggled to keep from blushing again. Why did he have to be so unfairly hot?

After they bought their tickets and made their way towards their theatre, Logan could see Virgil glancing at the concession stand.

“Did you want something?” he asked, wanting to make this experience as pleasant for Virgil as possible.

Virgil glanced up at him, looking startled.

“Uh, no, I’m okay,” he muttered. “We should just go sit down.”

“Are you sure?” Logan said, wanting to make sure before they reached their theatre.

“Yeah, I’m surprised,” Virgil’s friend Roman broke in. “You love movie popcorn.”

Virgil was now looking very uncomfortable and flustered, which was not what Logan wanted. So he made a decision.

“You two go on ahead,” he told Patton and Roman. “Save some seats for us. We’re going to get some snacks.”

With that, he grabbed Virgil’s hand and tugged him towards the concession stand.

“So we’re obviously getting popcorn,” he said thinking out loud, “But I might also get a soda as well. Do you want one? The salt from the popcorn might make you thirsty. Also I’ll get some chocolate for Patton, he loves sweet things.“

He looked back at Virgil, who was staring at Logan, slightly slack-jawed. When he saw Logan looking at him, he straightened up a bit.

“Um, that all sounds fine, I guess” he stammered out. “What-whatever you want.”

Logan nodded. Right, he’d get two popcorns, a drink for him, another for Virgil, and some chocolate for Patton. He wasn’t sure what Roman would want, so hopefully the popcorn would suffice.

It wasn’t until he’d almost reached the front of the line that he realized he’d never let of of Virgil’s hand. He glanced out of the corner of his eyes at the other boy, but Virgil didn’t seem like he was feeling uncomfortable or trying to shift away. Logan couldn’t help but feel a warmth spread inside his chest. It seemed like the other truly was becoming more comfortable around him.

It was with some regret that he had to break the hold once he’d placed the order so that he could pull out his wallet. But despite the broken grip, Virgil hadn’t moved away from him either. This was very promising and going much better than last time.

“Uh, hey how much should I pitch in?” Virgil asked uncertainly as Logan handed over his credit card.

“Nothing, it’s my treat,” Logan said absently, as he signed the receipt. “I am, after all, the one who invited you.”

“O-oh, but are you sure?” Virgil said. Logan could see him fidgeting. As he grabbed the chocolate and the drinks, he turned and smiled at him.

“Yes, I’m sure” he reassured Virgil. “Like I said, my treat. Now, can you carry the popcorn bags?”

“Yeah sure,” Virgil mumbled in reply. While he was keeping his eyes fixed downward, he didn’t appear to be truly distressed to Logan’s eyes. In fact, he could have sworn he saw a faint smile flicker across the other’s face.

Feeling content and very self-satisfied, Logan led the way to the theatre. He was going to see a movie he had been highly anticipating. He was accompanied by people he enjoyed spending time with. And best of all, he had finally made progress with Virgil. 

Perhaps, he found himself considering, glancing yet again at the other, we could even remain friends beyond the bounds of the project.

As he and Virgil settled down in the seats Patton and Roman has saved for them, the exact middle of the theatre as Patton had wanted, Logan let himself entertain the though further. Keeping his eyes discreetly fixed on Virgil, who was now curled up and absentmindedly eating popcorn as he watched the trailers. Yes, the thought of becoming friends was indeed quite a pleasant one.

Bonus! The conversation Roman and Patton have while waiting in the theatre:

Patton: So Virgil has quite the crush, doesn’t he?

Roman: Yeah, he’s pretty obvious about it. Has Logan figured it out?

Patton: Ah, Logan isn’t always the best with emotional and social, so no, he hasn’t. He thinks Virgil is afraid of him.

Roman: Well that’s better than what Virgil’s been worried about. He’s convinced Logan thinks he’s an idiot.

Patton: Oh no, he likes Virgil. That’s why he’s been trying to date him, even through he hasn’t figured out that’s what he’s been trying to do yet.

Roman: Ok, so these have been dates. I wasn’t sure.

Patton: Really? I didn’t think he was being that subtle.

Roman: Yes, but I have to rely on Virgil for information and he’s not the most reliable narrator when it comes to Logan.

Patton: That’s fair.

anonymous asked:

Your writing is amazing! I always enjoy and look forward when a new story comes out! I was wondering if you can do a story when Jellybean comes to Riverdale for the first time since her mom took her to Toledo. Thank you for reading this and keep up with the amazing work!

I’ll give it a try!
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Betty tucked her hands deep into the pockets of her grey wind breaker. Winter was brutal in Riverdale and the tiny cheerleading uniform she had on did nothing to protect her against the harsh wind and slowly falling snow. With chapped cheeks and an unreasonably red nose Betty knew she must look a mess, her car was currently being occupied by Polly, her sister was pregnant and she wasn’t about to let her drive around in a car without four wheel drive, if sacrificing her own wheels for the safety of those baby’s was what she had to do, well she was gonna do it.

“ACHOO!”

The sudden sharp sound had Betty whipping around, where had that sneeze come from? The chilly blonde scanned the park, there seemed to be no one around, it was too cold for the residents of Riverdale to be taking strolls.

“ACHOO!”

Finally Betty’s eyes caught onto something huddled by the lamp post to her right, a bright blue parka and black snow boots were peeking out from behind the light.
“Excuse me.” The little voice whispered.

Betty nearly tripped over her own laces as she scurried to the little girl shivering in the corner. As Betty got closer she slowed her steps, she didn’t want to scare the clearly shaken dark haired child.

“Hi love, what are you doing out here in the cold all by yourself?” Betty’s soft voice carried over the wind as she reached out, slowly turning the little girl so she was face to face with her.
A gasp involuntarily escaped Betty’s lips.
“Jelly bean?”

The youngest Jones child looked up at the mention of her name.
“How..how do you know me? My mom said not to talk to strangers. Like I don’t know that. I’m ten not two, but I’m talking to you now so I guess I don’t really know. Dang it!”

Betty couldn’t keep the smile off of her face, she was so much like Jughead it physically made her heart hurt.

They were no longer together, it had been too much for him. She understood, he was busy and he had a new family, the Serpents. He was happy, that’s what mattered, no matter how much it hurt, how hard it was to wake up everyday and not be able to see his face or hear his voice. The delicate sneeze from the pretty ten year old in front of her shook her out of her thoughts.

“Well JellyBean, I’m a friend of your brothers my names Betty Cooper.”

Something like recognition appeared in the shivering little girls eyes.

“You’re even prettier in real life! Jughead used to talk about you all the time on the phone he even sent a picture. You can call me JB.” The little girl stood taller and grinned shakily.

Betty felt the familiar tug at her heart strings, back when he had loved her.
“Well why aren’t you with your brother?”

Jellybean looked down again
“He wasn’t there, my mom dropped me off and he wasn’t at the trailer, I heard some of the bigger men talking about a bar but I didn’t want to go there, I was scared… I guess.”
Betty nodded understanding clear in her weak smile, she knew all about how Jughead could forget dates and times when it came to the Serpents.

“Well since we’re friends now, why don’t you come with me. I’ll call Jughead and we can have some hot chocolate?”

The little girls sparkling blue eyes looked at Betty hesitantly before she slowly nodded and grabbed Betty’s extended hand.

Time flew quickly on the way to Betty’s home, her sister was at her weekly doctors appt and her parents were away for the weekend.

“And then I showed him my records and he didn’t even know what they were! Can you believe that? I was so..” the dark haired pre teen rambled on as Betty let her into her home, she flopped down on the couch and stared at Betty expectantly.

“Maybe we can have some popcorn?” She asked shyly.

Betty giggled, the jones appetite was a genetic thing apparently.

“Not without milkduds. I’ll go get that started you put a movie in okay love?”

The little girl flew to the movie shelf and Betty smiled, pulling out her phone and taking a deep breath, it had been months since she had texted Jughead.

BETTY: jellybean is at my place. She’s safe, I found her in the park, she said you weren’t at the trailer. I’ll keep her here until you pick her up.

Betty flipped her phone shut and made her way to the kitchen as the familiar theme song to “The Addams Family” filled her living room.

Five minutes later Betty placed two cups of hot chocolate on the table and a huge bowl of chocolatey popcorn in front of Jellybean, the ten year old digging in and pulling Betty down to sit beside her.
They watched the movie in silence for a few minutes Before Jellybeans voice broke the quiet.

“I don’t hear about you anymore.JugBug cries all the time to mom. I feel really sad but mom says he misses you. Where did you go?” She questioned.

Betty choked slightly, her eyes filling with unshed tears.

“I’ve been right here.”

Jellybean snuggled against Betty’s side and turned back to the tv.

“Okay good, I’m glad I found you. Jugheads gonna be so happy.”

Betty placed a kiss on her soft black hair.
“Thankyou jellybean.”

Both of the girls were cracking up at something on the screen when the door swung open abruptly, Jughead standing in the doorway, his eyes frantic as he searched for his sister, immediately letting out an exhale when he spotted her huddled in a blanket, face stuffed with popcorn as Betty braided her long dark hair.

“Juggie!” She called, jumping up and leaping into his arms. Jughead wrapped his long arms around her, squeezing her tight

“I’m so sorry JB. I am so sorry, I forgot. I had to do something at the bar but I should have.. i am so sorry.” His eyes caught Betty’s over his sisters shoulder, she was leaning against the arm of the couch, a soft smile on her lips.

“That’s okay! Hey Betts? Can i take a pee break?” She turned from Jughead and stared up at the blond.

Betty smiled and ruffled her hair
“Sure thing, just hurry back, this is the best part.” She winked.

The quick young Jones sprinted up the stairs leaving Jughead and Betty alone in the living room.

Jughead cleared his throat
“I can’t thank you enough, if you hadn’t found her.. I don’t even wanna think about it.. I just.. you saved me again.”

Betty rolled her eyes, flipping her hand out
“It’s no biggie, she’s a pleasure. You know.. you know I would do anything for you.” She whispered.

Jughead closed his eyes tight, almost as if he was in pain.

“Betty.. I..”

She shook her head, gripping the blanket in her palms
“It’s okay, you don’t have to explain anything to me.. it happens, people fall out of love.. it’s nothing personal.. you weren’t trying to hurt me.. I..”

Jughead rushed towards her, prying the blanket from her hands.

“No. never think that. I will never not love you Betty Cooper. I love you more than anything in this world. I just.. my life is so dangerous. I miss you everyday, I think about you every second of everyday. I just… I want you back. I want to be with you. But it’s not that easy.” His hands flew to his hair in frustration.

Betty’s hands covered his
“I don’t want easy. I want you. And if that means dangerous, we’ll than so be it. I love you Jughead Jones, every part of you. You’re not pushing me away again. I want to be with you and I’m going to be with you..”

Jugheads eyes softened and he reached out to cup her cheeks.
“I love you.” He whispered against her lips.

“And I love you.” Betty responded, seconds away from kissing when Jellybean rushed back into the room.

“Ew. Okay ew.”

Jughead laughed heartily, his arms tight around Betty’s waist as she giggled.


“So…What are we watching?”

Jughead Jones | My Little Serpent (part two)

Count of words: 1749

Warnings: none

A/N: I just hope you like it♥ also I from now will be doing 13 reasons why imagines ♥ YAYYYY ♥

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part one

Original request :

@TAYRAE515 ASKED:
OK SO DON’T HATE ME BUT I HAD ANOTHER IDEA! COULD YOU DO ONE WHERE YOU ARE ONCE AGAIN ARCHIE’S YOUNGER SISTER AND YOU AND JUGHEAD ARE REALLY CLOSE FRIENDS SO WHEN HE BECAME A SERPENT YOU WERE AROUND THEM A LOT AND BECAME FRIENDS OF THE SERPENTS AND BECAUSE THEY TAKE CARE OF THERE OWN THE OFFER YOU A JACKET TO AND ARCHIE AND BETTY AND THE GANG FIND OUT AND GET UPSET, THEY FEEL LIKE THEY ALREADY LOST JUGGIE AND DON’T WANT TO LOSE ANOTHER FRIEND BUT YOU JOIN AND IDK FLUFF? JUGHEAD X READER. 💕💕💕

anonymous asked:

Could you possibly write a continuation to My Little Serpent please? Preferably where Fred finds out about the Reader becoming a Serpent and how he responds, also maybe him, Archie and the others finding out about the reader and Jug’s relationship. Sorry if it’s too much!

anonymous asked:

My little serpent part two pleaseeee 😍

musiczeldafreik  asked:

I found your blog and I love everything on it. It’s so amazing!!! Are you planning on doing a part 2 of my little serpent? If so, thatd be amazing!! I hope you have a fantastic day c:


The whole night you spent on that couch. He would say things to calm you down but your tears would not stop. He wouldn’t give up though. He would hold you in his arms stroking your hair and back in attemts to relax you. “It’s ok Y/N. It’s gonna be alright. You can stay here for as long as needed. You know the serpents love you. I love you,” he said. You stopped crying after he said that and you just stared at his face. “Yo-you love me?” You asked surprised. Jug didn’t reply so you took matters in your own hands and you kissed him. You kissed him with so much love you had never shown to anyone. “I love you too,” you uttered before the boy took you in his arms bridal style and run to the bedroom playfully as you laughed. He seemed so happy you said that, so he through you on the bed and run to the window and opened it. “My little serpent loves me back,” he screamed repeatingly so every one would know.

Warm sunrays hit your face that beautiful morning, removing you from the comfort of your much needed slumber. You were locked within a pair of strong arms that, took you a minute to realise, were Jughead’s. One of them was firmly wrapped around your waist, while the other was placed underneath your head, comforting it as the muscules worked as a pillow. It was a moment to savor but you were cut short when the events of the previous night hit you like a brick wall. You moved a little and stared at the jackets resting next to the double bed. One was huge, enough to cover your body down to the knee, meaning it was Jughead’s. The second was smaller. It was a little bit longer than a normal woman’s lether jacket but it was indeed yours. You started feeling uneasy due to the memories of the things said between you and your brother to the point hot tears begun streaming down your face. You didn’t take notice that Jughead was awake and watching you until he softy kissed your expossed neck and turned you around, pulling you close to his body, hugging you as if you’d be gone.

A knock on the door was what took you out of that beautiful moment the two of you shared. You thought that whoever it was would leave and come another time so you could cuddle some more, but the knocking was prominent, leading you to the conclusion that it was importand. With an annoyed groan your now boyfriend made his was to the small kitchen/ living room, where the door was placed, and opened it not asking who it was. You heard a manly voice but you did not know who it was, until you heard yelling as well. “Let me see her Jug. She’s my sister,” the voice said. “No! She practically cried herself to sleep last night because of you, Arch. Hell, she woke up this morning and the first thing she did was cry,” Jughead argued back to the reportively red headed boy before him. “I am sure of that and that’s why I’m here. I want to apologize,” he pleaded until you walked to the scene, nodding for Jughead to let Archie in. 

After Archies apologizes things seemed to be a little bit calmer. You returned home with him; leaving the jacket at Jughead’s obviously, trying to figure out how to tell your dad that you were one with the so called criminals of the town. You were sure he would not be very happy about it. But you did have to tell him eventually, i wouldn’t be a secret for ever. 

It was a cold night and Jughead had taken you from you house to go on a walk, meaning to walk to the Whyte Wyrm, cause it seemed that that’s were your walked always end up. You were holding hands and talking about everything and anything as you reached your first stop; his trailer. You wanted to take your jacket from there, not only to shield you from the cold wheather, something Jug was doing on the way there, but also because you enjoyed the vibe it gave you. After picking it up you made your way to your actual destination and walked in with no second thoughts. 

You knew almost everyone in the bar and everyone was actually so nice. There were a couple of guys that walked up to you, hugged you, informing you how glad they were you accepted their signature jacket and more. Some even came up to you and refered to you as the “Serpent’s Queen”. You found it funny and stupid as you were no queen, but rather a simple high school student spending too much time in the ‘wrong’ side of town. But they insisted, which was very sweet. Still you couldn’t understand why.

The night unrolled smoothly and it was time for you to go home. Once again Jughead would walk you there. You were actually so caught up in the conversation that you forgot about the jacket, and you walked inside your house with it on. “Dad, I’m home,” you called after seeing your dad by the kitchen island. “Hey, sweety. Would you mi- What are you wearing?” He asked slightly mad. “Well I’m pretty sure I’m wearing what I was before leaving the house earlier,” you replied sarcastically, laughing a bit at your dad’s reaction. Archie was by him watching the scene and trying to inform you that you were still wearing your Serpent jacket. “Shit,” you mumbled under your breath when realising that. “Is that a south side serpent’s jacket that you’re wearing?” Fred said walking closer to you and inspecting the item. “N-no?” You stated, more like questioned. “Y/N, what are you doing with a serpent’s jacket?” Your father asked as he gently pulled you to the kitchen, where your brother was watching the scene unfold. “It’s Jugheads?” You once again guestioned-stated, trying to find a good explanation to feed your dad with. But it didn’t work. “Y/N Y/M/N Andrews, the truth,” your father demanded, aggravated of you lying. “Ok, look,” you sighed. “I’ve spent so much time in the Southside with Jughead that the serpents feel me as one of their own.” “You are not, for God’s sake. Take that jacket of, now.” “Dad no!” you protested. “They care about me. They are family. Did you know they had one of their own to take care of me? Because your dear son and his friends can not understand when things are to dangerous? Huh? Did you? Did you know how your lovely son has been dragging me into every single one of their problems and ‘adventures’, putting my life in danger? “ you yelled at your father, completely livid at what had just happened. “Go to your room, darling. Sleep. We’ll talk about it tomorrow. You are seeing red now and you just don’t know what you are talking about,” he requested trying to clean your angry tears. “No. I’ll go to Jughead. You should have a little talk with Arch here. Maybe you’ll actually get informed about how many times this year they’ve put my life in danger. Without telling me, or asking me to help,” you replied and run into your room to call Jughead. “Hey, it’s me. Can I sleep over? Yeah? Great. Pick me up? Thank you. Yes. Just hurry.” After you hung up you started packing a little bag with some essentials. You had no intentions on coming back until Archie admitted to his actions. 

Jughead indeed hurried to pick you up, scared that anything would have happened to you. He was relieved to see you just fine but he was confused when he saw your packed bag pack. “What’s that for?” He questioned when he started the car once again. “I was curious if you minded me staying at yours for a little while,” you confessed. Jughead was shocked but tried to hide it. “Just for a couple of days. Until my brother stops being a prick.” You added and he laughed a bit. “You will always be welcome, baby,” you smiled at the nickname given to you by the raven boy. For a moment nothing mattered. Seeing that you didn’t reply, Jughead turned his head to check on you and you softly smiled up at him. “I love you,” he quietly mumbled, placing his free hand on top of your thigh. “I love you, too,” you said back, taking it into your small arms and fidgeting with his fingers. After that everything was calm. You soon reached your destination and Jughead quickly allowed you to enter the warm and cozy home. Swiftly, he picked you in his arms, carrying you to the bedroom, where he allowed you to change after giving you a big sweatshirt of his and a pair of his boxers. He simply removed his clothes, revealing his underwear and then pulling a T-shirt over his head. “Come here,” he ordered after resting his body down on the comfortable mattress. You obligated and moved close to his open arms, where he embraced you in a hug, keeping you there for the rest of the night.

When the morning came around and the warm sun embraced the two of you, Jughead just pulled you closer to his body, lovingly, as if you’d leave if he didn’t, both of you still in deep slumber. A few stray hairs were covering your calm face, your lips slightly parted as your head rested in the crook of his neck. His right arm was firmly wrapped around your waist as his other hand was resting on top of your head, caressing it in his sleep every now and again. It was a moment to savor for anyone watching, but not for long. A loud thud was heard from the kitchen/ living room and footsteps were making their way to the small bedroom. You were still sleeping but Jughead woke up when a deafening gasp came from the surprising visitors. Archie, was one of them, and he quickly let his anger take over him, screaming at his friend. “Not here. She is sleeping. Let’s go outside,” he suggested and got out of the bed, making you wince at the lost of contact. 

“What’s gotten into you? Why were you and my sister like that?” Archie begun and Jughead got ready to reply. “Arch, stop,” Betty burged in. “We both know you were trying to avoid it but it would happen and you knew it,” she reasoned. Jughead seemed lost but quickly caught up with the two. “They are finally dating and you should be happy for your sister.” She said smiling warmly at your boyfriend. “You don’t understand B. My sister became a serpent because of him. She’s slowly drifting away from me,” he confessed looking down. “You are taking her away from me,” he whispered to Jughead. “I am not Archie. You are pushing her away. You simply need to accept she is her own person. You will not always be able to make decisions for her.” He said and smlied warmly at the red head. “He’s right, Arch,”  you commented entering the small living room where the red head was, accompanied from the blond girl and the raven boy. “You will not always be there to make decisions for me. But I appreciate you try,” You added hugging your brother. It seems that for once, things were good. 

Sanvers/Supercorp/Katie recap

Hey folks ;) I thought I’d do a little recap ;) Tell me if I forgot something ♥

Matt Mitovich’s twitter

- Gonna be a big night in National City… @MelissaBenoist  @chy_leigh @florianalima   @JeremyMJordan @DavidHarewood #KatieMcGrath

       shhhh super-emotional scene being filmed…..


- 4 interviews down, 2 to go…. (Told ya. Late night!) #Supergirl

Q : so jealous. Can’t wait to read them . Hope sanvers stuff is in them

→    So much.


He interviewed Katie

Q : ask if sanvers did anal after 2x08

→   you spelled Lena wrong.

Q : Finally we are going to hear katie talk about Lena , i’m dying . send help.

→  We just finished. You aren’t ready.

Q :  I’m gonna die because of her am I ?

→   You will.

Q : You’re right I’m not I’ve been waiting a Katie’s itw about Lena since… Well forever so thank you for that

→  It was great. I may have blushed.

Q : So does this mean we can expect some comments on Supercorp? 

→  Oh yes. 

Q : hows Katie like? Spare no detail 

→  #Hearteyes

→  she’s also very saucy

Q : WHO WOULDN’T THO KASHY IS SO FLIRSHY SKSGDHSDJKSH (about him blushing)

→  When the Q&A eventually publishes, you can (easily) guess when I blushed.

Q : is it a video then?

→  Gosh no. But you will be able to tell. 

Q :  can you tell us when it publishes?

→  Pegged to her big episode. (aka ep 18 - April 3rd according to imdb)

Q : please… you can confirm that she knows about #supercorp and the followers she has? We love her so much #KatieMcgrath 

→  She tells a funny story about finding out about it….

Q : I love when someone got speechless and can’t find words to describe your fav actress  #KatieMcGrath

→   We spent the first minute looking at pictures on her phone of a puppy she had just met in the makeup trailer


He probably interviewed Chyler and Flo

Q : how was meeting chyler? is she prettier in person?

→   Oh, we go back to Grey’s. Delighted to see each other again. And she got me teary.

Q : How’s Floriana’s dimples™ in real life?


Amazing scene is coming in ep 19

@chy_leigh so great seeing you again and meeting @florianalima - and that scene

→  Chyler : SO great to sit with you! Glad you witnessed history with us

Q : can you tell us any more about the scene he’s referring to from last night? or any other sanvers moments in 219? @lemon_buzz

→  Lindsay : The scene is just too good to spoil! (her spoilers are reliable)

Q : Can you at least tell us if it’s going to make us cry happy or sad tears?

→  Lindsay :


Q : can you tell supergirl fans are huge and die-hard and love supercorp and Sanvers

→   Matt : I am picking up on that yes!

Annnnnd that’s a wrap on #Supergirl visit! Which on top of everything else featured puppies

EDIT :

Q : WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?? Is it true there’s a bed involved? Someone said there is. Are they lying? (To the history post of Chyler)

Lindsay : It might be a hospital bed for all you know…….

Love Triumphs Part 27: Heartbreak

Jared Padalecki x Reader

1250 Words

Story Summary: AU (I love Gen, and love her with Jared.) Jared and Gen have split up, but are still friendly. You, the Reader have recently started acting on Supernatural, and have fallen in love with Jared. Both of you get hate due to the fact that you are much younger than he is.

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

Warnings: As you can see from the title not the fluffiest chapter

“Y/N.” He sighed, and your heart froze at the tone behind his words. It was like your worst nightmare coming true, and you had no idea why anything was happening. “I think we need to talk.”

Those were not words anyone wanted to hear. Never a good thing for a relationship, and you felt your legs turn to jello underneath you. Bracing yourself against the counter, you stared up at him, your face pale. “What’s wrong Jared? You’ve been acting distant all day.”

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