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Waiting For You

Author: @dylan-ohbrien
Pairing: Mitch Rapp x Reader
Wordcount: 3,565
Warnings: Language and allllll the smut
A/N: So after watching the American Assassin trailer, I, like many others, was shook to the core with all the shirtlessness, sexiness, perfectness, that Dylan brought to my little computer screen. All of that inspired me to do this little oneshot thing. I haven’t read the books so I don’t really know anything about his character, this was just my interpretation based kind of off what I’d seen in the trailer. Anywho, I hope you guys like it! Let me know what you think!

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Forever And Always

Sixth of my new Soulmate au stories.

Tag list:  @rabidwrestlingfan @wrestlingnoob @anonwriter-lady @somehow-lovable-trash @youngandbiitter @meowmeowp @waystobcwickcd

Warnings: None. I was a good girl.

Summary: What would happen if a unique song imprinted in your mind that only you and your soulmate knew?

Song used: Forever and Always - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hle1KU_dYi8 I absolutely love this version and think it’s just perfect for this story.

Word Count: 3055


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I hate confirmation bias.

I was on the interstate, with one of those douche canoes who are in the merge lane with you, but try to pass you demanding you either break and let them go, or risk wrecking your car. I was in a fuck you buddy mood, and let him make the same damned mistake, four times, at my least favorite interchange. (Left right left right left, all in the span of ¼ mile, everyone should just learn to zipper, but I hold no such hope for humanity).

We make it out of my least favorite interchange, them trapped behind me, the super bright halogen headlights on their giant SUV, glaring back at me from my rear view. They whip out past me, and all I can make out is a Trump/Pence campaign sticker, left a year too long, in their rear window.

My first thought was, “figures.”

Then I had to remind myself, being a terrible person knows no race, religion, gender, sexuality, or political affiliation, we should kill all humans, and leave the planet to figure itself out without us.

Demons | Luke Hemmings (Part 9)

A/N: So I really apologize for this part being pretty shitty. Well I hope you enjoy this!

Warning: This contains some strong sexual themes. Viewer discretion advised. 

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16 years ago today, I was homeless, standing on a corner, using my last 50 cents to make a phone call so I could wish my father a happy birthday and simultaneously ask him if I could come back home.

He told me he was sorry, but he couldn’t help me. He told me he loved me and that he hoped I got help so that I could get my life back together.

Four hours later, I called him from within the walls of a New York City detox center and promised him just that.

Every day has been a challenge. Every single day feels like a test.

However, every 24 hours that passes where I don’t put a needle in my arm, or let someone I love down again, reminds me of why all that heartache has been worth it.

Here’s to another 6210 days of staying true to myself and making everyone I love proud to know me.


Matthew Espinosa x reader

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Matt’s POV

Maybe, it was just faith… or maybe it was just an unbelievable strike of bad luck, but, either way, I lost her. You might be wondering right now, ‘What is Matt talking about? What is he even doing?’ Well, let me shine some light on your questions… What I’m doing right now? Sitting. Sitting inside my car, on a rainy day, in front of her house. I still couldn’t shake off the look she gave me; blank. As if nothing has ever happened between us. I should’ve been there. I should’ve been the once in the accident, not her, then maybe, just maybe, she’d still remember me… Maybe, just maybe, I’d still have her in my arms. 

* F L A S H B A C K *

 Yelling. That was all me and Y/N were doing; to sum it all up, Y/N and I have just gotten into a fight and it may or may not have ended up with me storming out of the apartment. I drove to the nearest ice cream parlour and devoured the biggest sundae they had. Yes, me and Y/N have had our fair share of fights, but they’ve never gotten this far, I ignored all of her calls and texts the whole night long.I just really don’t want to deal with her bullshit right now. 

 * * * 

 I don’t know how long it’s been, or how long I’ve been in this parlour, not like I actually care. Right now, it’s one a.m. and I’ve already gone through four sundaes and counting. I decided to check my phone to see what Y/N texted me this time. 

 17 missed calls, 4 messages, and a voice mail from Y/N within the past hour. 

 “Matt, where are you? I’m getting worried.” -Y/N 

 “Please text me back. I’m so sorry. At least call…” -Y/N 

 “I’m going out looking for you, please tell me where you are.” -Y/N 

 "Matt, where are you? I’ve been driving for hours.“ -Y/N 

 The last and latest thing she sent me was a voice mail from about  five minutes ago… Her voice was weak and fragile, as if she was about to shatter.

 "I love you Matt… Forever and always." 

And then the line went dead. I wonder what’s gotten into her… 

 * E N D   O F   F L A S H B A C K *

 As it turns out, she was hit by a drunk driver. The impact was on her side of the car, luckily the paramedics came not a moment too late. She lost so much blood in the accident. It took at least 3 pints of blood to make up some of her blood lost. She fell into a coma and was hospitalized for weeks. I never left her side. All I could think about was about how much pain I put her through- how much pain I made her go through. 

The last thing she did before she crashed was tell me that she loved me and would love me. She didn’t even bother to call 911. She knew that she was about to crash and instead of calling for help she called me and took the crash. She wouldn’t have been in that crash if I haven’t been so stubborn. 

A month after the crash, she finally woke up. I was there by her side to witness it all. The confusion on her face, the blankness in her mind… Everything. 

When she woke up, all I really wanted to do was hold her close and cradle her in my arms…

* f l a s h b a c k *

There she was, lying on her hospital bed; multiple IVs hooked up to her, a black eye, a bandage wrapped around her forehead, a cast wrapped tightly around her broken arm, and her heart monitor beating rhythmically to the pulsing of her heart. 

My beautiful angel, strapped down and immobilized, all because she was worried… about me.

I sighed. “I’m so stupid. I never should’ve left you. I should’ve just trusted you, then maybe we’d still be at home, snuggling on the couch while watching movies.” I sobbed into her hand.

I held her hand close to my chest and gently kissed her fingertips, afraid that if I put on too much pressure she might break beneath me. “I’m so sorry I got you into this mess, I don’t care if you never forgive me after this- heck, I don’t even care if you call me every name there is in the book, but please, just- just wake up… I need you. You brought happiness into my world.” Gently brushing away the stray strands of hair that lay on her face, I kissed her forehead, letting my lips linger for a moment too long. “You are my world.”  I whispered into her ear, once again returning back to my previous position beside her and held her hand.

And that’s when I felt it. She twitched.

“Babe, if you can hear me, please, do that again.” and she did. She twitched her hand again. 

“NURSE! NURSE!” I practically yelled, never leaving her side for a split second. 

Nurses and doctors started crowding the room, checking her heart monitor, injecting fluids into her IVs, pushing buttons that I supposed served a purpose. “Come here, son. She responds to you best.” a doctor, I suppose, said. 

I rushed to her side and held her hand tighter than ever. “Y/N, I know you can hear me. I know you’re there. Keep fighting. I know you’re strong, so please, just… hold on.” I don’t know why, but I knew she heard my pleas.

Hours passed and still no movement from Y/N. Slowly, the doctors and nurses started leaving, one by one, until it was just me and Y/N again.

Minutes turned into hours, hours turned into days, days turned into weeks, but still no movement. People were starting to lose hope and started telling me that it was over and that I should let go, but I didnt care. I knew she was going to wake up, giving up just isn’t her thing. 

* e n d   o f   f l a s h b a c k *

When the third week rolled in, I got depressed. I stopped eating, I stopped making vines, I stopped going to football practices… My family was getting worried, but I couldn’t care less.

She was my number one priority.

* f l a s h b a c k *

Four weeks have passed, but I just couldn’t give up. She was far too valuable to me. Cam and the guys tried to get me out of her room countless times, but I just couldn’t leave her side. I wanted to be the first one to see her when she wakes up. I wanted to be the first one to see her open her beautiful eyes again, but above all, I wanted to be the first one to be able to hold her in my arms and cradle her again. 

“Come on, Matt. You haven’t been out of this room in weeks.” Cameron said in an attempt to get me out of this room. Ever since she twitched, I just couldn’t leave her side, she was alive and ready to wake up at any given moment right now and I wouldn’t miss it for the world. “N-no. I can’t. What if she twitches again? What if she wakes up? What if-” “’What if’ nothing, Matt! You haven’t seen the sun in weeks! You haven’t eaten a proper meal, you haven’t slept, you stopped making vines… You stopped walking Burnie to the dog park…”

It’s true. In fact, I haven’t though about Burnie in a while… 

“B-Burnie? How is he? Is my little buddy okay?”

“He’s fine, Matthew. But poor guy’s been moping around and asking Johnson to throw the ball.” 

That almost got me up and out of my chair, but… Y/N matters more. I sighed and sat back down, running my hands through my hair and rubbing my bloodshot eyes. 

“Tell him I said hi.”

* e n d   o f   f l a s h b a c k *

It’s funny, really. How I waited for her to make as much as a small movement for weeks by her side, but all she did was forget me.

* f l a s h b a c k *

“I think she’s waking up! Everybody, give her some space!” The doctor instructed and started pumping her chest, and that’s when it happened, she woke up.

“Are you fine, sweetie?” The doctor asked a very confused Y/N. “W-who are you?” she stuttered and crawled back away from us, hitting the wall behind her. “I’m your doctor, sweetie. It’s alright. I won;t hurt you, I promise.” 

Y/N nodded and scanned the room, her eyes curiously landing on her parents. “A-and, w-who are these guys?” She stuttered and pointed towards her parents. Her parents shared a worried glance before her mother spoke up. “It’s us, sweetie. Your parents.” Her mother whispered, clinging onto her husband, Y/N’s dad. 

“I-I’m not sure who my parents are, but they sure as hell aren’t you two. If you were, I probably would’ve remembered. And, who are you?” She pointed to me.

“No, no, no, no, no. You have to remember me. I’m Matthew Lee Espinosa, and you’re Y/F/N (your full name). We grew up together, we’ve been best friends since we were in diapers, we’ve been dating since middle school, we’ve cuddled under the stars, we’ve talked about college, we’ve talked about starting a family, we’ve talked about getting married one day, we’ve talked about everyhting there is to talk about, we’ve been to six flags, we’ve danced in the beach, we’ve kissed in the rain…” I mumbled through my tears and held her hand, begging her to remember.

“Please, you gotta remember…” I kissed her fingertips and kneeled in front of her. “Please tell me you remember me, Matthew Lee Espinosa, your one and only dinosaur.”


* e n d   o f   f l a s h b a c k *

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