‘Why do you love me? What is there to love in someone like me? Please, tell me why you’re so fond of me because honestly? I don’t get it.’
I was perplexed how could he not see why?
‘I love you because you’re you.
I love you because when you smile, your lips always tilt slightly to the left. When you smile your amazingly sharp canines peek through giving you a juvenile look. When you smile, your ever present dimples show more — if that’s even possible —. When you smile, your eyes crease at the edges and your beautiful eyes become slits of pure joy.
I love you because when you laugh, you tilt your head backwards. When you laugh, you always close your eyes. When you laugh, you grasp your stomach and bend over. When you laugh, you always end in a deep sigh and smile after wards, you grasp my face in yours and kiss me as if we’ll never kiss again.
I love you because when I do something you like, you giggle. When I do something you like, you’ll caress my hair and pat my cheeks. When I do something you like, you look at my lips and say, “I fucking love you”. When I do something you like, your eyes bore into mine and I see a flame ignite in them.
I love you because when you’re concentrated you furrow your eyebrows. When you’re concentrated you tongue pokes out of your delicious lips and glides over them. When you’re concentrated, you tend to break out of it for a slight second and do that 'hmmph’ sound you know I like just to give yourself a small break. When you’re concentrated, you grab something to eat with your left hand and bring it to the right side of your mouth and proceed to take a bite.
I love you because when you kiss me, you grab my face with both hands. When you kiss me, one hand pulls on my hair, while the other runs its thumb across my cheek. When you kiss me, you always do a series of multiple pecks after we end making out. When you kiss me, I can feel you smile and let out small giggles of content. When you kiss me, you hold my face in your palms and look at me for a good while then you tell me I’m beautiful.
I love you because when you hug me, you hold me for a long time. When you hug me, you grasp me firmly with both of your strong arms. When you hug me, you use one hand to rub my back. When you hug me, you put your face in the crook of my neck and breathe in my scent. When you hug me, you won’t let me go until we’ve embraced each other tightly.
I love you because when you talk about something you love you smile the whole time. When you talk about something you love, you tend to look down at your hands. When you talk about something you love, you furrow your eyebrows and smirk a little. When you talk about something you love, you let out small sighs of happiness. When you talk about something you love, you always tilt your head to side and shrug your shoulders at the end because you get embarrassed at your enthusiasm.
I love you because when you make me blush, you tease me about it. When you make me blush you put your hands on my cheeks and remark, 'baby your cheeks are hot’ at which point I reply, 'no they’re not, I don’t know what you’re talking about’. When you make me blush you look at my cheeks and smile and say 'baby you’re blushing’. When you make me blush you hold me down and ask me why knowing damn well that makes me blush more.
I love you because when you tell me stories about your past, you say them in a low voice as if speaking louder will make them come back. When you tell me stories about your past, you always hug me and won’t let me go. When you tell me stories about your past, you run your hands through your hair because you know you might cry. When you tell me stories about your past you always mutter the phrase, 'why am I even telling you this?’ And we both know it’s because you love me, and you want me to know what I’m getting into.
I love you because when you notice I’m sad, you’ll look at me and poke my cheeks until I smile. When you notice I’m sad you tell me 'stop being a taco without the shell’ because you know I’ll laugh. When you notice I’m sad, you’ll hug me and tell me you love me. When you notice I’m sad, you’ll ruffle my hair and whisper in my ear, 'Tina eat your goddamn food’, because that llama is our spirit animal.’
I love you for so many reasons, if I listed them all, this poem would never end.
The best way to put it is, I love you because you’re you.
Summary: Y/N wasn’t planning on introducing Steve to her parents, but he had a plan of his own.
Warnings: I don’t think that there are any
Word Count: 1,386
A/n: I don’t think that this is that unexpected, but here we are, my first Stranger Things imagine. I hope that you guys like it, because I have a million ideas for this series! If you have any Stranger Things requests, please send them my way. Thank you to @secretschuylersister and @fragmentofmymind for reading this over. Also, here you go, @bullcrappery I hope that it lives up to your expectations!
Steve Harrington was standing on your front porch. He was in possession of one bouquet of flowers, one shit-eating grin, and a hunter green sweater that was tucked into his jeans. He was not supposed to be here. You’d specifically told him that you couldn’t hang out tonight, you were busy with family dinner.
Oh, god. You had told Steve about family dinner.
Steve had been asking about meeting your parents for months now, insisting that it was unfair that you had said hello in passing to his parents, but he had never met yours.
You blinked a few times, hoping that you were imagining him and that you could have a normal evening. But no, he was still there and if you waited much longer, he would ring the doorbell and you would have to explain this mess to your parents.
You threw the front door open, ignoring the smile on Steve’s face and stepping out onto the porch, closing the door behind you. “What are you doing here?” you asked, eyeing the flowers in his hand suspiciously.
“Well, you wouldn’t come over, so I thought that I would come to you.” He said, like it was the simplest thing in the world.
“You know that I am busy tonight.” you hissed, glancing over your shoulder, hoping that your parents would be too busy finishing dinner to notice that you had disappeared from the living room.
“No Steve, not actually. I told you that-” before you could finish yelling at him, the door swung open behind you. You held in a groan as you turned around to face your mother.
“Steve! I’m so glad that you could make it.” She said, ushering the two of you into the house.
“Actually, I ran into your beautiful mother at the supermarket earlier today, and she invited me for dinner,” Steve said, the condescending tone of his voice only apparent to you. “It smells delicious, ma’am,” he said, handing over the flowers.
Your mother fussed over them for a few moments, before announcing that she was going to put them in some water.
“You ‘ran into her at the supermarket’?” There was no way that Steve hadn’t planned this after you had let it slip that you had family dinner that night, and therefore couldn’t hang out.
“I had to pick up the bouquet somewhere.”
“You planned this.” you hissed, punching Steve in the shoulder.
“I had to. It’s unfair that you have met my parents, but I haven’t met yours,” he complained, sitting down in his usual spot on the sofa.
“I saw your parents in passing one time.” You said, pointedly ignoring Steve’s attempts to get you to sit beside him. “You are unbelievable, you know that?”
Steve simply chose to smile at you, and grab your wrist, pulling you into his side on the couch. “I’ve been told before,” he mumbled into the crook of your neck.
You weren’t proud of the smile that slipped through your ironclad resolve, but Steve was laughing and there was no way that you were going to escape from the situation anyways.
“Are you embarrassed of me?” Steve was so quiet you almost didn’t hear him.
“What?” You were almost sure that you had misheard him.
“You didn’t want me to meet your parents. I don’t know, I just thought that maybe-”
“Steve Harrington, you are absolutely insane.” You said, sitting up. You forced Steve to look at you before continuing. “My parents are embarrassing and nosy, and even though I love them, I don’t bring a lot of people home.”
“Are you serious?” Steve’s voice was painfully soft, and you could almost feel your heart shatter.
“I just, I didn’t want to scare you off.” You refused to meet his eyes, choosing to stare out of the window.
You felt Steve’s hand gently wrap around yours, and his lips pressing onto your palm. “Me? Scared? Impossible.”
“Yeah?” you asked, unable to stop yourself from smiling.
“Of course. I have my bat in the car.”
“You are such an idiot.” you laughed, snatching your hand away from Steve’s grip.
“Yeah, but I’m your idiot.” he chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into his lap. “Nothing is going to scare me off, you know. You are absolutely stuck with me,” he said, brushing the hair that had fallen in your eyes away.
“Kids,” your mom called from the dining room. “Dinner!”
“I think that’s our cue,” Steve said, sliding off of the couch and offering you his hand.
You stood up on your own, shoving him slightly, before making your way into the dining room.
You had somehow managed to make it through a family dinner with no issues at all, and it was all because of Steve. He made your parents laugh harder than you thought possible, while calming you down at the same time. He had even offered to help your mother clean up. You could hear the two of them cackling from the living room.
“He’s sweet”. Your father said, pulling your thoughts away from the laughter echoing through the house.
“What?” you asked, sure that you had misheard him.
“The boy, he’s sweet,” he said, not looking up from the newspaper in his hands. “The hair is a bit much for me, but he clearly makes you happy. And that makes me happy.”
You smiled to yourself, glad that Steve had made a good first impression. Before you could think of a way to respond, Steve and your mother turned the corner. They were both beaming, and Steve had a container of leftovers in his hand (a true seal of approval from your mother).
“You drive home safely, now.” Your mother said, taking a seat beside you.
You hopped up off of the couch and looped your arm through Steve’s. “I’ll walk you out,” you announced, dragging him out the front door.
“Thank you,” you said quietly as the two of you made your way down the drive.
“For what?” he asked, leaning up against the hood of his car. He placed the tupperware down beside him and pulled you closer, wrapping both of his hands around yours.
“Being yourself, I guess. They usually hate my friends.”
“Well, that’s why they like me.” Steve cut you off, before you could explain further.
“What are you talking about?” you said through your laughter.
“I’m your boyfriend. Of course they love me.” Steve said with a grin before placing a kiss on your cheek and standing up.
“That’s all I get?” Usually, Steve spent a while saying goodbye, placing little kisses all over your face before one more on your lips.
“We have an audience, babe,” he said, shifting his eyes between you and your front window a few times.
You turned around to see your parents both hovering by the window. They at least had the decency to scatter once they realized that they had been found out.
“I can always make it up to you later. My parents won’t be back for a week,” he said with a cheeky smile, sliding into the front seat of his car.
“Maybe,” you said, closing the door behind him. “We’ll see.” You leaned down to kiss him goodbye properly as he started the car.
“Speaking of my parents, I told them that you would be coming to dinner next week.”
“I’m busy that day,” you said automatically.
“I never said what day.” he laughed, knowing that he was winning.
“I’m busy every day, Steven.” You rolled your eyes, but the smile on your face made your facade less convincing.
“Next Thursday, at seven?” he asked, his hand reaching through the rolled down window to find yours.
You nodded, trying your hardest to hold the smile back and failing miserably. He held your hand as the car rolled out of the driveway, maintaining contact for as long as possible.
“I love you!” he yelled, as he drove away.
He was long gone before you managed your reply, too caught up in listing all of the ways that you loved him in your head. “I love you too,” you said quietly, before making your way inside, unable to suppress the enormous smile on your face.
Steve Harrington may have been an idiot, but he was yours.
— sex | implied exhibitionism | mild dom/sub tones | if you’ve got a praise kink then you’re gonna love this | mentions of daddy kinks | instances of spanking
;summary — you’re the supervisor of the clothing department with a lot
of useless lingerie knowledge, jungkook is the jewelry department’s defiant hot
boy who flirts in wristwatch brands. basically an upscale retail au, but with
lots of implied under-the-counter sex. and when an opportunity presents itself to fuck
each other in the boss’s office after hours, you’re both too hot for each other
to say no.
Request: “Hi I’d like to
request just some jealous sirius, well not jealous more super protective and
possessive (is that the word I’m looking for, idk😅) And the reader doesn’t really mind and
that’s what makes them the power couple from Hogwarts. Hope you understood
Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader
Word Count: 1.9k
Warnings: SMUT! POSESSIVE SIRIUS! DADDY KINK UM YES
The vibrations of the moving train cart caused your head to gently
bounce on the glass window you leant against, watching the monotonous landscape
sweep by while you waited for your friends to come back after packing their
luggage away. You peered up keenly as a knock sounded from the compartment
door, only to realise it was one of the prefects, a young man named Johnathan.
You nodded at him to come in, and he slid the door, quickly coming to sit
“How are you (Y/n)?” He asked, sitting a bit too close for
comfort. “I couldn’t help but notice you’re all alone in here. I’m just in the
cart next door.” He motioned with his thumb. “Would you mind if I kept you
You fought the urge to roll your eyes. Always a million questions
with this guy; none of which he’d ever wait for you to answer. It was obvious
from the way he spoke in a condescending tone that he only initiated these
conversations to get into your pants, not caring about actually getting to know
“I appreciate it, really Johnathan, but I’m waiting for my
friends.” You forced a polite smile, edging away from him.
“Aren’t I your friend?” He questioned, placing his hand firmly on
your thigh. At this point your back was up against the train window, attempting
to recoil away from his touch. You opened your mouth to reproach him, but was
interrupted by the sounds of boyish laughter flooding into the cart, only to be
instantly cut off.
Sirius eyed the scene, analysing your uncomfortable posture, as
his three friends stood awkwardly in the hallway behind him.
Requests:1. Getting into a fight with h at Anne’s house please. 2. request-going to lunch with h, his family, and your family. (These were two separate requests I just combined them)
Pairing: Harry Styles x reader
A/N: I’m starting to work on the requests I’ve been sent, thank you so much to everyone who has been sending them! Feel free to send more
It had been one of the best days you had had with Harry in a while.
Every day you spent with him seemed to be a great day, but he had been really busy lately so the two of you hadn’t been able to do much. You never blamed him, this was the lifestyle you signed on for after all, but you were still grateful for days like this.
The two of you had started the day with a lazy sleep in. Despite it being the late morning you had remained in bed, shifting from lying in each other’s arms to gentle, loving kisses for hours. The two of you shared some long-awaited downtime together, just drinking each other in.
But when the time on your bedside clock had hit 11 o’clock the two of you had begrudgingly gotten out of bed and started getting ready for the day. Anne had been planning this lunch for weeks and the last thing she would have wanted was for the two of you to be late. You both knew how her mind went to the worst case scenario when anyone was more than three minutes late.
So, punctual as ever, Harry’s car rolled into the driveway of his family home right on 12:30. You had gone to open the door to get out but Harry had grabbed your arm to catch your attention. “Hey,” he spoke softly, “I love you.”
You were sure your smile spread from ear to ear as you returned those three little words. You leaned over to place one last gentle kiss on Harry’s lips before you joined both his and your family for lunch.
When you walked in, both your families were already scattered in small groups throughout the house, each in separate conversations. “Y/N!” Anne exclaimed as she saw you walk through the door. She quickly made her way over to you and wrapped you up in a big hug, squeezing you so tight you could hardly breathe. “Good to see you too, Mum,” Harry joked as he stood to the side.
She gave him a light smack on the arm but pulled him into a hug seconds later. “It’s good to see you,” she mumbled into his shoulder.
The two of you spent the next half hour greeting the rest of the family members who were at the gathering and sipping champagne, up until Anne announced that the food was ready. You both took your seats at the table and seconds later Harry had placed his hand on your thigh, tracing small circles with his thumb.
For a while, everything was complete bliss. Harry was by your side and your family was all around, chatting and eating great food. You had always been very family orientated and times like this were one of the things you loved most in this world.
Everything was going perfectly until your mother brought up your family friend, Isabelle, having a baby last week.
“Hopefully it won’t be long until Harry and Y/N start giving us cute little grandchildren,” Anne said with a grin.
“Well, he better put a ring on it first,” you joked and everyone else laughed along easily.
Everyone, that is, but Harry.
At your words, he hastily removed his hand from your thigh and your laughing was cut short. A few people around the table, as well as yourself, noticed his sour expression, Gemma being one of them. With a quick glance between the two of you, she knew to change the subject.
“I’m thinking of visiting Isabelle and the baby tomorrow if anyone wants to join me,” she broke the silence that had filled the room. By now everyone had noticed that Harry did not appreciate your joke, so everyone was quick to latch onto her subject change.
You, on the other hand, just looked at Harry in confusion. What was his problem? The two of you had been dating for over three years now and had been living together for almost two. Surely marriage is what you were working towards. The two of you had never said it out loud before, but you had thought you had this silent understanding of what you both wanted for the future. But now you were starting to doubt this.
Harry refused to meet your gaze, eyes moving to whoever was speaking at that moment but never engaging in the conversation.
You stared down at your food, no longer feeling at all hungry.
“Excuse me,” you mumbled, standing in your chair abruptly.
“You alright love?” Anne looked at you in concern.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just going to the bathroom sorry,” you smiled at her, but it didn’t meet your eyes.
You quickly exited the dining room, acutely aware of Harry standing in his place and following you out. You walked all the way to the other end of the house before turning to face Harry, you didn’t want your families to hear any of this conversation. You opened your mouth to speak but Harry beat you to it.
Jin wouldn’t mind that you had just cut him off mid sentence, he’d just hold your form in a loving embrace, his trembling lips pressing against yours in a soft kiss. You could feel his heartbeat increase against his chest before he became more confident in the kiss, pulling you closer as he titled your head upwards causing the kiss to become more heated. Soft eyes stared into yours after he grudgingly pulled away, a small blush coating Jin’s cheeks as he hide his flustered face in his hands, nervously stuttering out,
“W-Why did you do t-that?”
Yoongi [Suga] -
Yoongi was a little annoyed that you had just interrupted him, but his irritation would immediately fade as you captured his lips with your own. He smirked against your lips, one of his hands tangling itself in your hair while the other tightly gripped your hip. He savoured the small whimpers that you emitted, moving his lips gently against your own. Yoongi would then pull away breathlessly, a smug grin tugging at the edge of his mouth as he cockily muttered,
“You know, if you wanted to kiss me so badly you could’ve just said so.”
Hoseok [J-Hope] -
Hoseok was caught off guard as soon as he felt you place your lips on top of his in a passionate kiss, but that wouldn’t mean he didn’t like it. A small laugh escaped his lips at your actions before he pulled you closer and kissed you back just as tenderly. Amusement danced in his eyes as he stared down at your reddened face and shy grin after you broke apart, an affectionate smile gracing his lips before he jokingly uttered,
“Can I finish my sentence now?”
Namjoon [RM] -
Namjoon grinned as you leaned towards him, dimples showing while his lips moved in sync with yours. He wouldn’t question as to why you had decided to kiss him while he was in the middle of a sentence, he’d just enjoy the moment while it lasted. His arms wrapped around your figure in a tight hold, teeth nipping at your bottom lip before he pulled away a bit, pecking your swollen lips one last time before he let you go, a smirk playing on his mouth while he teased you slightly.
“You couldn’t resist me right?”
Jimin felt his face turn crimson as your lips moved against his in a gentle kiss before he placed a hand under your chin and softly reciprocated. He pushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear, tilting his head slightly to the side as the kiss became more passionate. He’s lose himself in the kiss and would forget about everything around you both. A small whine left Jimin’s throat as he watched you pull away with desperate eyes, cheeks flushed red while he stuttered out a small,
“U-Uh, what was I saying a-again?”
Taehyung [V] -
A small chuckle vibrated from Taehyung’s chest as he circled his arms around your waist, lips moving yours in a sweet kiss. His heart pounded against his chest as he felt your fingers gently tug at his hair before cupping his face in your hands as you both pulled away from each other. Taehyung pressed his forehead against yours while he stared down at you fondly, thumb tracing your lips as his eyes became slightly hooded.
“That was……that was cute.”
Jungkook’s eyes widened slightly as you leaned up, softly pressing your lips onto his causing him to shut right up. His cheeks were dusted with tinges of pinks as he shakily placed his hands on your hips, slowly closing his eyes and nervously returning your kiss. After a few minutes Jungkook would pull away, already missing the feel of your plump lips against his, gazing at you as if he were in a trance as he quietly whispered,
Jon’s clothes lay discarded by their feet. Dany is straddling Jon’s thigh, likely slick as a baby seal. We catch a glimpse at her nipple. Jon is running one hand through her back and hair while his other hand holds her to him. One of Dany’s hand is under Jon’s back while the other explores his abs. Jon’s head lifts from the pillow to kiss her deeper while his both hands pulls her closer.
Dany’s lips follow his after they break to breathe. Jon leans his forehead against hers and pulls her closer even as he breaks apart to catch his breath. His foot slides against her thigh.
Jon keeps one hand holding the back of her shoulders even after he flips them over. Dany’s hands suddenly become weak and lose their grip on Jon but never stay away from his skin. Jon’s right thigh immediately makes way to part her legs apart.
Jon’s left leg moves in between her legs again to make way. Even as he enters her, he’s not willing to lift his chest off of hers. One of Daenerys’ hands closes around Jon’s bicep as the other tries to grab on to his shoulder again but falters as he licks her/enters her. Jon’s hand moves down to …
…to grab her thigh and bring her leg up, so he can push deeper.
Once again she tries to move her hands to pull him closer but she can’t get a grip on herself as he starts thrusting. Their noses brush each other throughout this whole gif.
Sweet, slow thrust as he leans in to kiss her.
After her lips cant find his, she opens her eyes and meets his gaze
He brushes his thumb
From her brow to her hair
Exhales, trying to catch his breath
Understanding the truth
Too late to turn back, they fell too deep. They both lean into the kiss this time
finally, she drapes her arm over him, possessively, as he starts rolling his hips again
And trails her fingers down from his curls to his beard
Their lips never break apart even as his movements get more intense, but her hand does fall again, her fingers trembling slightly. She begins to move her turn her shoulder, or it might be he is pulling her since his hand is still under her back. Might be that they changed positions after this. All I know is that my OTP had canon sex and had the time of their lives.
Characters - Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, John Winchester
Warning - Swearing, angst, character death
“Y/n! SHOOT NOW” I heard my father voice yell at me so I took my aim at the werewolf heart and tried to fire but I then realised that my gun was jammed! “oh no” I whispered
I saw the werewolf advance towards my elder brother and it threw him across , I watched in shock when his body slammed into the tree, the werewolf turned towards me but my gun was still jammed, I tried to shoot him but it wasn’t working just when then I heard a loud bang from behind me and I saw the werewolf fall to the ground, I turned around and saw my other elder brother Sam.
My father suddenly appeared in my view and ran towards Dean, me and Sam followed him, we dropped on our knees around where Dean lay unconscious. I tried to caress his forehead to inspect the damage when my father shoved my hand away.
“Don’t you dare touch him! ”,he snarled.
He then looked at Dean and tried to find if he had any serious injury on him. I looked at Sam but he was too focused on Dean. I then felt my cheek burn severely and loud resounding slap could be heard across the forest. I realised then that my father had hit me and he had me so hard that I was lying on the ground. I definitely had a bruise now.
“Dad, what the hell was that!? ” I heard Sam shout but my dad just glared at him and then at me, he shook his head in anger dropped down so he could swing dean’s arm around his shoulder.
Sam who was staring at his father in shock and anger immediately pushed his feelings aside and grabbed the other arm. They carried Dean this to the impala with me trailing behind him.
“y/n/n, go sit in the backseat and then we will lay him down” I nodded slowly and did as Sam said, the entire time I could feel my dad’s eye on me.
The ride to the isolated cabin was extremely quiet, I kept caressing Dean’s forehead and his hair and I kept on whispering “ I am sorry, I am so sorry ” and the tears trailed down my face.
I heard my little sister sniffling in the backseat and comforting my elder brother while saying sorry. It literally broke my heart to see her so upset. All I wanted to do was hug her tightly and tell her everything was going to be okay but if I say something now I know my father will be even more furious, I still cannot believe that he had hit her.
We reach the cabin and take Dean inside, we inspect him and wonder if any serious injury has taken place but he was just knocked out , I look over at my little sister and see that she was standing at door with an expression of fear plastered over her face. I smile at her but she doesn’t smile back.
After tending to Dean my father walks out of the room but not before he take Y/n’s arm in vicious grip, I spare my brother one look and walk out of the door.
“what the hell were you doing?!
“You could have gotten your brother killed you irresponsible idiot, why can’t you do anything properly?! ”
“Dad just listen to her”
“You stay out of this Sam, it does not concern you, we could have lost Dean because of her, you are the reason that your brother is in there….. Hurt”
“But dad.. ”
“JUST SHUT UP! I can’t even bare to look at you, my son is hurt because of you, you are an ungrateful, irresponsible and disgusting sister and I can’t even call you my daughter ”
That was it. This sentence did it for me, I was in pain ,not the physical kind the other one the one where your heart feels heavy and it hurts, I looked at my father with tears in my eyes but I would not let them drop.
“what the hell is wrong with you dad, why can’t you just listen to her, who says that to their own child?!”
My dad didn’t answer my brother he just walked out the door, Sam then removed his attention from John and then kneeled down so he could be of my height, he kept both his hands on my shoulders and looked me straight in the eye.
“hey, listen to me sweetie don’t you dare even for a moment think that you are not a good sister, you are the most amazing, beautiful kind girl in the whole world and me and Dean love you so so so so much! ”
I looked him in the eye but I did not have the strength to reply so I just went back to the room where Dean was sleeping.
I watched my little sister walk back in the room, I was so shocked to hear my father say such horrible things to a 13 year old girl.
I went in the room and saw that she was covering Dean up with a blanket she then sat at the edge of the pushed his hair back and kissed him on the forehead.
My heart melted right there, how could my father say such horrible things to someone as sweet as her, I just couldn’t resist so I walked up behind her and put my arms around,she turn around and put her arms around my waist and her face towards me, I hugged her for a while but then I felt her shoulders shake I looked down and saw that she was sobbing her little heart out so I kneeled down again so I could be of her level and then hugged her tightly.
“I am sorry, I am so sorry”, she said this while hiccuping in between her sobs.
“I can’t lose you or Dean, I love you too much, I am sorry ” I knew I couldn’t say anything to comfort her so I picked her up and carried to my bed, we are used to sharing beds so I lay her down and I lay down beside her I put my arm around her and gently stroke her back soon she is fast asleep.
I wake up the next morning to see that my Sam was sleeping beside me softly snoring , I looked on the other side and saw that Dean was also sleeping, so I got up and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. When I came back I saw that Dean was starting to wake up.
“Hey Dean, can you wake up? ”, he groaned but slowly opened his eyes
“hey, how are you feeling? ”
“Ummm…. Extremely sore”
“well you were thrown into a tree so that is to be expected I guess”
“Wait, what the hell happened? Are you okay? ”
“Yea bro, Everyone is good, you were the only one who was hurt”
I grabbed his medicine from the side table and then got him a glass of water.
“Here you go”
“Thanks sweetheart, you know you always take such good care of us”
My smile wavered a bit as I remembered last night’s events but I didn’t let the sadness or the immense guilt I was feeling come to my face. I then took both his hands pulled him in a sitting position.
“you can use the shower and have a good long bath”
“Thanks sweetie ” he said looking at me but then his smile turned into a frown and his hand went to touch my cheek.
“Did the werewolf get you or something? ”
“No why? ”
“You have bruise on your face”
I immediately felt extremely tense but then I just brushed it off and then walked to the living room. I saw John sitting over there with a pen and newspaper he looked towards me and said
“We are going on a hunt tonight.”
“What? What about Dean”
“Your will brother will not go obviously ”
“Dean is not going to agree to that ”
“Just be ready, there were not ONE but TWO werewolf but because of you we could not kill it last night so I suggest do as I ask”.
Later that night.
Dean had thrown a bitch fit and was here saying he was fine and will not be left at home. I had persuaded Sam to not tell Dean anything now, but we could do it after the hunt. I had rechecked my guns atleast 10 times to make sure it wasn’t jammed.
We walked through the jungle looking for the wolf, but it had seemed like hours had passes but we still had no clue where it was.
I still don’t know how I saw but I did, the werewolf was standing behind Dean, it had raised its claw to strike at my brother but I pushed my brother put of the way and felt it claws go deep in my stomach.
I saw in astonishment as my little sister pushed me out of the way and the werewolf impaled her in stomach. I raised my gun and shot him straight in the heart, the werewolf fell down with a thud.
I looked down at my little sister who was bleeding from the stomach profusely, I picked her up and put her head in my lap, I then felt Sam and Dad running towards us.
“De it hurts a lot ” she cried
“Shhhh sweetheart, don’t worry everything is going to be okay you are going to live and we are going to talk about cutting Sammy’s hair in sleep and well pranking people and making them annoyed”
My sister shook her head and coughed and I saw the blood trickle out of her mouth so I wiped it away with my thumb
“ I am not going to make it, I know it” she croaked
“No y/n/n don’t you dare say that ”, Sam said in a crying voice “ you our baby sister we need to here, I love you so much”
“You heard Sam sweetheart, you can’t go we need you here:
But she ignored us and then asked in a croaked voice
“Was I a good sister? ”
And then both me and Sam just broke, both of us had tears running down our check so we each grabbed her hand I said
“oh yes sweetie, you are amazing sister and I love you so so so much” I then looked at my dad who was standing with an emotionless expression. Y/n looked at all of us “ I love you. ALL OF you I am going to miss you and I am glad I saved you dean”
Saying this my baby sister took her last breaths and then her head just fell sideways, he beautiful eyes were now not looking at anything.
So I put an arm around Sam and pulled him close and cradled my baby sister in my other arm. Oh god I will never see her smile, never kiss her while she was sleeping, never see her taking care of us, never take care of her she is just gone.
My father then came next to us and said “I am sorry baby girl please come back”
And at that time all we wanted was our little baby sister to come back but I knew she wouldn’t listen because she can’t, thinking about this we cried and screamed at the sky above us.
A/N:Happy Bisexual Pride Day, guys! I’m super sorry for the lateness of this hehe. I’m going to post a fic for each individual day this month, starting with this one and I’m excited as heck. :D I hope you guys like it! *throws glitter into air*. 🌈 ❤️ (The fic was inspired by this song, by the way ;)
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader x Natasha Romanoff
Warnings: M/F/F. Bisexual!Reader. Sex (Obviously lol). Daddy kink. Natasha is the perfect mistress! Bucky is the ultimate daddy ;) Threesomes. There’s a sex gif as well so beware lol.
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)
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.
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.
“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.
“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.
Summary: You and your boyfriend Peter Parker listen to Peter’s favorite song.
AN: I FELT THE NEED TO WRITE THIS OUT OF NOWHERE BECAUSE THE INFINITY WAR TRAILER MADE ME SAD AND I’M PRETTY SURE IT MADE EVERYONE ELSE SAD TOO SO HERE’S A SHORT FLUFFY PIECE TO HELP US FORGET THE ANGST
also listen to never let her slip away by andrew gold when you read this it’s a beautiful song <3
“You are going to hurt yourself!” I warned my idiotic boyfriend as he did handstands around his room.
“You worry too much, babe!” He screamed, still upside down. I rolled my eyes and grabbed his phone on the bed. I unlocked it and saw a picture of him kissing me on the cheek as his wallpaper. Smiling, I saw that his music app was open. “Ow! Damnit Ned left a part of his Death Star here.”
I looked up and saw Peter, now right side up, clutching his hand with a lone Lego piece beside him. “Told you you were gonna get hurt.” I went back to scrolling through his playlist.
“Whatcha lookin’ at, huh?” The bed suddenly bounced when Peter flopped down on it. He wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his head on my shoulder watching me scroll.
Episode 18 had another good amount of Theo
Raeken in it and Cody Christian appeared at his best once again. The episode opens with a scene of the pack and Theo, trying to
find the Anuk-Ite’s other half. Theo thinks it’s best to keep an eye on Aaron.
We all know that Theo’s plans usually work (and are not connected to gain more
power). However, the others remain wary of the chimera. They obviously are not
fond of the idea that Theo is right. They even refuse to acknowledge it openly.
completely shocked that I might be right?”
Theo said, his voice full of disbelief. “No, we
just don’t like it.” Scott, however, tries to appease both sides. He says that
they could all be right, then sends Mason and Theo on a mission in order to
Both of them are not very keen on spending time
with each other, even a blind person could figure that out. Every step Theo takes, everything he does is allegedly connected to his own well-being. He only cares about
himself, they claim. He helps them only to save his own ass.
This, however, cannot be true. Ever since Liam
brought him back at the end of 6x06, Theo’s personality has altered. Every
single one of his actions since then have proven to be altruistic.
He saved Liam Dunbar lest he was taken by the
riders. He risked his own life – something he clung to his entire existence. We
also have seen how easy it is for the hunters to kill any of them with just one
shot. Theo is thus in constant danger, but in lieu of running, he fights back
and makes sure that Scott’s pack is safe. A pack he would like to be a part of?
“Maybe I want to be in the pack.”
“Maybe I want to be in the pack,” Theo says to
Mason when they went through the dark, eerie tunnels in search of Aaron.
Despite the somewhat smug façade adorned by a tat of sarcasm, Theo is genuine. “A
pack is about trust,” Mason retorts. They evidently do not trust him due to all
the obnoxious things he carried out in the past.
The closer they get to Aaron, the more afraid
they become. Mason remarks how little he trusts Theo; even turning his back to
him would be too much to ask. Anxiety overcomes him, caused by the Anuk-Ite.
Then, it seems like Theo is on the verge of losing his temper. His digits seem
to quiver, his lower lip trembles. A loud, menacing growl emits and razor sharp
fangs emerge. The chimera’s eyes growl and for a moment, it appears like Theo’s
about to attack Mason.
But he just shoved him away, saving him from
Aaron. Mason is injured and in agony. Theo takes his
arm, wanting to take the pain away. He fails.
“You can’t take the pain if you don’t care.”
The aghast look on Theo’s face is yet another
sign that he actually wants to. Theo wants to care; he just does not know how.
His entire existence revolved only around himself. Cody Christian shows that Theo has a heart.
Just consider how upset Theo is in that particular moment. His lips slightly parted, terror and realization mirrored in his eyes. Cody Christian truly becomes Theo Raeken on set and manages to touch the viewers. His acting is more than just good. People just need to realize that. He’d truly deserve an award for his outstanding performance.
There are thus two sides to Theo. One is the
smug, apparently selfish façade. The other is the caring one. Theo just needs
to figure out what caring and love actually mean.
In the end, Theo and Mason are both injured.
The Anuk-Ite injured itself with Theo’s claws in order to find its another half
more easily. The scene that followed really made me smile:
Mason offers Theo his hand, pulls him up. It closes with both of them sitting
next to each other, injured.
Theo’s redemption arc is almost closed. He has
been the one saving everyone all the time. Also, Liam seems to be the first
person he started to care about.
A spoiler-free review voted 9/10 for Thiam in episode 20 and
mentioned “redemption and tears of joy” as well. Something close to a happy
ending for Theo? He’d certainly deserve it.
When it comes to Cody Christian’s acting and his character Theo’s development I would certainly give an 11/10. Theo has a heart.
I had a couple requests for mistletoe fics and I just couldn’t resist, I hope the beautiful peeps who requested it don’t mind I changed it from students to professors.
Draco slipped out of his office and down the empty dungeon hallways, heading up through the maze of stairs, his cloak pulled tightly around himself. He made no sound thanks to a few carefully placed silencing spells and the hood to hide his hair. The only thing better than a late night trip to the kitchens for warm biscuits and tea was catching students out after curfew.
He was careful to check every doorway he came to, the castle was riddled with enchanted mistletoe. Minerva wasn’t the type to put up that sort of thing and none of the other teachers owned up to it, although Draco was suspicious of Flitwick, that sort of charm work was right up his alley. It was either that or Peeves who would certainly love putting them up though it was hard to imagine where he would have found the damn things.
Draco carefully skirted the edge of the large entranceway leading to the main hallway and thus to the kitchens, when his foot caught on something and he nearly tripped, stumbling forward and just barely catching himself on the wall opposite. He spun around, glaring up and down the hallway, ready to take points and give detention, but no one was there. He looked down and saw a foot connected to most of a leg before it disappeared. Draco frowned, leaning down and grabbed at the edge where the leg disappeared and encountering a thin silky material. An invisibility cloak, which could only belong to one person.
Draco jerked the cloak off, “Are you trying to get someone killed, Potter?”
Potter lifted his head, blinking his eyes opened like he had been asleep. He focused on Draco and groaned, his head falling back with a thump, “Merlin. Why’d it have to be you?”
Draco narrowed his eyes.
Potter’s foot was stuck in the middle of the floor, flat to the stone, so he had to keep his knee bent. He slowly sat up, scrubbing his hands through his hair and leaving it standing in every possible direction. He pointed up with a grimace.
Draco looked up and saw a small bundle of mistletoe at the top of the archway. He looked back down at Potter already braced for whatever Draco was going to say, half a wince already on his face.
Draco raised an eyebrow, “Are you a complete moron?”
Potter sighed, “No, Malfoy.”
“Ah,” Draco said flatly, “That would explain why you are still here rather than having, say, sent a patronus, which is one of your specialities.”
“Flitwick is gone this weekend and Minerva- I’ve-” Potter sighed, “She helped me the last two times.”
Draco stared at him.
“She told me in no uncertain terms was I was to wake her up for this again unless I wanted to be in charge of every detention until spring hols.”
“And the reason you can’t free yourself?” Draco asked with growing disbelief, “Surely you were watching when Minerva removed the charms?”
“I was!” Potter snapped. He frowned and took out his wand, pointing it up at the mistletoe with a muttered incantation and complicated swirl to his wand. His wand shot some blue and gold sparks in the air. “I must have the wand movements wrong. I swear that’s how she did it.”
“You…,” Draco said, shaking his head- at a loss for words.
“I’m not exactly a charms professor am I?” Potter said impatiently, “If you’re so clever, you can disenchant it then.”
Draco sniffed imperiously, “I’m not paid to save idiots from a children’s charms.”
“Great. So you don’t know either.”
“I did not say that-”
“Just give me my cloak back and bugger off,” Potter said and laid back down on the floor, muttering under his breath, “I’ll look forward to you mocking me for this for the rest of my life.”
“Of course I will,” Draco said, “Only you could do something this stupid, and three times no less.”
Potter groaned, “I only wanted a sandwich.”
That reminded Draco that his own tea and biscuits were waiting. He turned to leave and hesitated. His back still turned to Potter; he said, “There’s more than one way to free someone from mistletoe.” He waited, expecting Potter to mock him or laugh.
Summary: A comprehensive list of what life entails when being apart of Spencer Reid’s world.
A/N: This is something a little bit different from the usual fics that I post, but I had so much fun writing it! I’m also thinking of maybe doing another one of these later on, like maybe another addition to this list or one for Emily?? If that’s something you’d like to see, let me know!
1. He keeps a bottle of the exact same conditioner that you use in his Go-bag.
2. Every single Valentines Day he writes the sweetest little poem inside of the card that he gives you.
3. He takes great pride in the fact that Henry and Michael both say that he makes the best pancakes in the world — and he should considering that pancakes are the only thing he can properly cook.
4. Rather than holding hands while you’re walking, his favorite thing to do is link his pinky finger together with yours.
5. On the rare mornings that you both have off work, he’ll pull you by the hand into a half asleep slow dance in the middle of your kitchen while waiting for the coffee pot to finish brewing.
This idea came after I watched Justice League during its premiere and it just wouldn’t leave and was further ignited after I watched Justice League again earlier with a couple of friends. But no worries, there aren’t any spoilers. Mistakes are here and there but I hope you will still enjoy reading this!
looks at you from the corner of his eyes and he almost feels sad at the state
you are in. Almost being the keyword. He is still a little bit annoyed that
Bruce decided he needed a babysitter – he definitely didn’t need any
babysitter! He is perfectly capable of navigating both the lands and the waters
on his own. The loud crackling of thunder sounds like music to his ears and he
narrows his eyes at the sky – if they are lucky, they will get to the intended
shelter before the heavy rain.
quiet sneeze brings him out of his thoughts and Arthur looks at you over his
shoulder. You look absolutely miserable and unlike him, you are probably not
used to the crazy, cold weather. He eyes your clothes – you also probably did
not take into account the weather being absolutely crazy here. Not that he
would blame you; this area is only known to frequent visitors about how quickly
it gets cold. Feeling sorry for your state, Arthur clears his throat. “Do you
want to borrow my jacket?”
are startled when you hear his voice and almost bumped into his back before you
hastily stepped back. “Excuse me?” It took everything in you not to stutter
through those words. The wind is really starting to feel very chilly and you
absolutely regret not wearing something thicker.
raises one of his eyebrows before he repeats his question. You cross your arms
and huff. “I am not cold.” You state in a matter-of-fact tone.
for you, it probably would have looked convincing if the wind didn’t blow
causing you to shiver. Arthur lets out a bark of laughter before rolling his
eyes. “So you are just shivering for no reason then?” He grunts as he takes off
his jacket and drops it on top of your head, causing you to let out a small
yelp of surprise. You definitely had not been expecting that!
that on and let’s hurry.” Arthur turns to look back at the clouds; they are
darker now and Arthur knows the longer the two of you stand around here, there
is a high chance the both of you will not make it to the safe house dry.
splutter incoherently as you grab his jacket off of your head and look at his
retreating figure. Not wanting to be left behind, you immediately trail after
him. You were contemplating on whether or not you should be wearing his jacket
when the wind blew once more and you hastily put the jacket on, letting out a
for you, despite Arthur’s good deed, the rain decided to fall ridiculously
heavily the moment the safe house is within distant. Arthur grabs your wrist
and pulls you towards the safe house because of his superior skills in being
able to navigate with this much water pouring down from the sky.
about that.” Arthur apologizes as he turns to look at you; if he thinks you
looked miserable earlier, you are downright miserable now, looking like a
down-trodden puppy. The corner of his lips lifted at that – an adorable, down-trodden
looking puppy, his mind corrects him. “Let’s go inside.” Arthur turns to the
padlock at the door and presses the passcode – a sigh of relief leaves his
mouth when the door unlocks and he pushes the door open. “After you.”
look at him before shaking your head. At this point, you really just want to get
out of your wet clothes and into something dry. You involuntarily shiver once
more – the longer you stay in these wet clothes, the quicker you will get sick.
You vaguely hear Arthur closing the door behind him. You ignore him briefly in
favour of double checking the house and headed back to the front of the house
where Arthur is currently at. “Seems safe; locks are all still in place and
unfortunately for us, I don’t think there is power.” You had tried switching on
the heater earlier but it didn’t work at all.
here than out there.” Arthur tries to placate you and you slowly nod your head,
getting distracted by the water that’s glistening and rolling down his muscles.
You immediately shake your head and try to rid those thoughts from your front
is no denying that you are attracted to the Atlantean – other than the fact
that he seems to have all of the characteristics of your ideal type fitted
within him, Arthur is also a man who gets on your nerves too and it is not
always in a bad way. Barry likes to joke about the heavy sexual tension between
the two of you and you partly think Bruce made up this stupid mission just to
get the two of you together – there is really no telling what goes on in his
with the smirk plastered on his face, Arthur steps closer to you and with every
step he takes, you take one step back until your back hits the wall and Arthur
chuckles, sending a very delightful shiver run down your body. The fact that
you are still wearing his jacket is really not helping at all – you look good
enough to ravish. In fact, this is something that is long time coming and so
Arthur leans down so that his face is really almost touching yours. The sharp
intake of breath he hears from you somewhat pleases him and he can see the
emotions running through your eyes – relieved when he takes notice that you don’t
exactly fear him or is disgusted by him.
his warm breath hitting your cheeks causes you to become aware just how close
the both of you are and you can smell his scent – something that manages to
turn your insides into a mush and you feel as if your brain just
short-circuited. You lick your suddenly dry lips and you cannot help but notice
how Arthur’s gaze fell onto your lips so you lick them again. “Can you please
not stand this close?” You murmur, cheeks flushing slightly at his close
smirks as he steps closer still, his nose brushing against your cheek in a very
suggestive yet casual way and this causes you to involuntarily shiver. “Why?”
He whispers hotly.
I can’t think straight with you this close!” You blurt out, making the mistake
of placing both of your palms on his chest because the moment you did, Arthur
grabs onto both of your wrists with his hands, pulling them away from his chest
which in turn pulls you very close to him. You can feel the heat radiating off
the last thing I am asking you to do is to think straight.” You are about to
retort when Arthur lower his face to kiss you deeply. He swallows the moan you
let out and releases your wrists so he can place his arms on your hips,
bringing you closer to him. He has been meaning to kiss you ever since you
donned his jacket – Bruce’s teasing words are ringing in his ears and he rolls
his eyes. Your arms immediately wound around his head, running your fingers
through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp and tugging on his hair.
lips make their way from your mouth down to your neck, loving how well you are
reacting to his kisses. Arthur pulls back after a while to stare at you – you look
absolutely disheveled; your face is flush, lips swollen from the kisses the
both of you have shared and he can see the hickeys he left on your skin beginning
to appear and he feels oddly proud and possessive. Arthur growls before
pressing his lips against yours, hard causing you to moan. He pulls away to
look at you straight in the eyes. “Mine.”
would have laughed at the turn of events but Arthur’s kisses had not only left
you fazed but they have also left you breathless so all you can do is to
lightly smack him causing the bigger man to chuckle before he releases his hold
on you completely.
on – I am sure we can look for the generator or gather a few things that can be
burned; you are going to get sick if you stay in those wet clothes of yours.”
Arthur points out before turning around, padding slowly to the living room. You
roll your eyes – Arthur really has such a weird way of showing his affections
for you but today, you feel like you have understood him better: Arthur Curry
is a man of actions. With a small smile on your face, you begin to follow after
Summary: Modern!AU You hate James Barnes with a burning passion and the feeling is entirely mutual. Just when you think things can’t get any worse, you are tricked into attending his sister’s wedding as his girlfriend. Stuck with a bunch of strangers, you come up with a set of rules that are not going to last long.
Warnings: the usual
A/N: Happy birthday @marvel—fangirl ! Hope you had a great day :) this is unedited bc I’m exhausted
pairing: Yoongi x Reader, mentions of Reader x Jooheon genre/warnings: shifter!yoongi, fluff, angst, smut words: 8.8k summary: Winter time brings Christmas, and the snow outside brought you a stray cat. But your little companion is far more unique than meets the eye, and in a time of need, he becomes the biggest surprise and best holiday gift of them all.
Doing your best to dodge the icy patches along the pathway, you continue your medium-fast pace towards your apartment building, squinting up at the sky and wrinkling your nose as little raindrops mixed with soft snow flakes scatter around you and hit your face.
The grocery bags in your hands are quickly turning heavy and the plastic is just beginning to bite into your skin when you finally reach the entryway, narrowly avoiding the puddles littering the steps as you tip toe up to the gate. The rain has made the handle slippery and you’re forced to carefully lay your bags on the ground in order to use both hands to pull at the grates, forcing them to the side as they squeak and groan in protest from the cold.
Buzzing yourself in, you shiver as a wash of warmth pushes through the doors, the cold at your back making you even more eager to get inside as you bent down to scoop your bags from the floor.
And it’s just as you’ve gotten your grip firmly enough through the loops and started your aching-back ascension that you finally notice the little bundle of wet black fur huddled just outside the railing of the entryway, balancing carefully on the concrete ledge above the garden to the side of the stairs. You take a moment to recognize what the small huddled figure could be and you quickly grow worried when you realize it’s a black cat, small and seemingly homeless out in the snow that’s soon to turn into a blizzard.