Request:“Can you do a Mitch imagine we’re he goes to kill these bad guys in a house and when he’s about to leave he hears a muffled scream and he goes to look and he sees a girl tied to a chair and she’s like bruised and bleeding so he goes and helps her and takes her home with him and she doesn’t talk at first because she’s scared but reassures her that it’s okay. Can you make it fluffy please and thank you.”
Warnings: mentions of killing, swearing, and fluff
Word count: 3,521 words
A/N: This was my very first request and I really enjoyed writing this a lot! I don’t need to tell you guys already, you know @susybird is the best with proofreading and helped me with the ending bc I’ve been writing this since 9 am and it’s currently 10:41 pm and I had no motivation whatsoever so a big huge thank you and hug to her. Also, @wittystiles for motivating me and helping me out with this! I hope you all enjoy it! Let me know what you guys think :)
“Okay remember. The mission is to just get in, find the enemy, and get out. No messing around either.” Hurley announces to the group but his eyes were focused on me when he said all of that. Yeah like I’m the one that messes shit up. I guess you could say I have a reputation for not following orders, but one thing is for sure; I get shit done at the end of the day.
“Alright we’re looking for a man name Nizar Muhibb Hadad. Last seen going into this house carrying a duffel bag that is filled with all sorts of illegal drugs.” Stan points to a picture of an old, small house. The windows were shattered and the roof falling apart. Hadad was a short stubby man but also known as one of the most dangerous and powerful drug dealers out there. He’d been in a drug ring for about 4 years. We’d been tracking him down ever since but we were never fast enough to catch him in time. Until today.
THIS IS A SNEAK PEEK FOR MY NEW FIC THAT I STARTED TODAY AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH ALREADY AND I WANNA CRY OK HERE WE GO
He knocks almost too hard on her door, not much caring about anybody else in the complex because he’s frustrated. It’s as if she planned to ruin his night even further because the one time Y/n decides to be a nascence is the one night he needs absolutely nothing but silence.
When she opens the door, she doesn’t even have any time to ask him why he stopped by before he lets out a grumble at her.
“What the bloody hell, Y/n? Do you know what the hour is? Are you aware people are trying to get a good sleep in?”
He doesn’t mean to be so rude but he really can’t help it. An hour of sleep wasn’t nearly as much as he needed and he can still feel the tiredness in his limbs and the heaviness in his eyes. This is the very last thing he wants to be doing and all his thoughts are running on pure selfishness.
Her eyes are wide and there’s a frown on her face, which makes Harry want to feel guilty but he knows it’s just not going to happen tonight.
She’s taken aback by his tone because she’s never seen Harry in such a state—jean belt unbuckled, eyes swollen from lack of sleep, hair disheveled, and a hardened face from her ruckus—considering she’s only ever seen him in his well-put-together form, being nothing but a gentleman to even those he considered strangers.
To know she tampered this much with his mood makes her want to crawl out of her own skin.
“I’m so sorry, Harry. I was trying to be quiet because I do know it’s such a god awful time to be up but I couldn’t sleep and well—well I figured I’d just tire myself out by rearranging some. I didn’t know it would disturb your night so much.”
He lifts his eyebrows in question, looking down at her from where his body is leaned against her doorframe—because no way in hell can his body even keep itself up in this condition.
“You didn’t think sliding a piece of furniture ten times the size of you wouldn’t disturb me from my sleep? Are you mental?”
‘I’ve got nothing to lose’ said Jonahtan looking at the woman in front of him.
‘Are you sure?’ she said slowly walking to the table in the middle of the room her hand delicately sliding over the mahogany furniture.
‘Of course’ he replied holding his hands behind his back. His old soldier habbits still on.
‘Maybe you would like to look at this’ the woman said reaching for the brown envelope on the table. She held her hand up holding the object.
‘What is it?’ Jonthan asked reaching for it. Nothing was written on any side and it was still closed.
‘Open it’ was the only reply he got. He furrowed his eyebrows sligthly ripping the envelope open. He took off the content and his heart seemed to stop.
And it staied this way when he kept looking through the photos.
‘So I’ll ask once again - are you sure?’ she asked leaning against the table.
Jonathan wasn’t able to answer when on every photo he saw your smile, your eyes, your hands. You.
‘Where did you get it from?’ he asked his voice strangled.
‘Our agents are professionals’ she answered ‘We have to know everything before we start our missions. We have to be preapered’
‘I don’t understand…’ Johathan shook his head looking at the photo of you in your house. ‘What does she have to do with all of it?’
‘She’s important to you’ the woman answered ‘Weak spot. Very easy to hit’
‘I haven’t seen her since…’
‘Since you got a proposition of joining this mission. Three months ago to be exact. You really think she’s safe right now?’ the woman sat at the table pouring herself coffee from the pot on the side. ‘Look at the last photo’
Jonathan said as he was told almost dropping the rest.
‘If we know they’ll also find out’
It was also you on this photography. But this time with him. You were walking down the street and talking, mugs in your hands. It was a chilly afternoon and you wore his scarf as you had forgoten yours. That evening he had got a call about this mission. His eyes stung at the thought what those people could do to you if they found out.
‘What can I do?’ he asked desperate looking at the woman in front of him.
‘Don’t screw this up’ she said standing up ‘Remember when you go down you take someone with you’ she grabbed her jacket and car keys walking towards front door.
‘Promise me that if something will go wrong you’ll hide her’ he said stopping her.
‘We don’t have to promise you anything’ she said turning around.
‘Please’ he begged ‘She…’ he looked down at the photos. The one that was first then portraited you in your favourite cafe. You were sitting and smiling, drinking something and Jonathan knew very well what was it. He knew a lot of this kind of things about you. ‘Please’ he pursed his lips swallowing a lump in his throat.
‘I can only say we’ll try. You’re getting in something so deep that one wrong move can cost you everything’ she said reassuming her walk.
Before she left she turned for the last time ‘You love her’ it wasn’t a question it was a statement. A statement which he could not fight with.
You ever play that game in the house where you had to jump from obstacle to obstacle without touching the rug or the grass? Remember how you pretended that everything floor-related was lava? Remember how Alex from across the street slipped and broke something and his parents glared at you? Back to the lava thing: What if it was?
Hot Lavais exactly that. You get out of bed and, oh shit, lava everywhere. These circumstances require you to hop, surf, and slide around furniture and other objects. The levels start innocently enough, in a house and a school, but soon become more advanced and fantastic, turning you into Parkour Indiana Jones. It’s Mirror’s Edge meets Saturday morning cartoons, and you can sign up for the beta right now. It’s hard for fully-grown people to jump from chair to chair without later having to make a sudden IKEA trip, but luckily, video games have got your back.
When Michael and you decided to move in with each it was originally to save money, but after three years living together became less of an excuse and more of a way of life. You couldn’t imagine what your life would be like without the smell of burning pancakes or walking into the bathroom and nearly falling into the toilet because Michael forgot to put the lid down during his three am pee break.
And Michael felt the same way. He couldn’t fathom what it would be like to have someone else compete in Mario Kart tournaments with him, one’s that usually ended up in a screaming match over who would clean the apartment that week. He didn’t even want to think about what he would have done if you weren’t a room away when he fell into a rut, only your soothing hands on his back making him feel better.
Michael needed you just as much as you needed him.
Life together wasn’t always predictable though. Both Michael and you loved spontaneity which is why, often times, one of you would come home to chaos. Sometimes that involved walking into your apartment to find a small duffel bag pack and ready for your mini vacation. Other times it meant waking up to find you entire living room transformed into a glorified ball pit. Whatever it was, it was guaranteed to make both of you smile.
After working a double shift at the restaurant you waitressed at, you were expecting to come home to a nice quiet apartment. You had planned to kick off your shoes, indulge in some take out, and catch up on the latest episode of How To Get Away With Murder that you had missed that week. But when you opened the door to your apartment to find your best friend sliding across the floor as if it was an ice rink, you knew all plans of having a quiet evening were gone.
“I waxed the floors, grab your fluffy socks,“ Michael smiled, offering you his hand to guide you in the direction of your bedroom.
You came sliding out a minute later, fluffy green socks with Peter Pan’s silhouette embedded in the soft fabric. Glancing down at Michael’s feet, you couldn’t help but chuckle at his choice in socks, yellow one’s with stitched pikachus in all sorts of directions – one’s you had bought him for Christmas only a few weeks ago.
“I like your socks,” you teased.
“Thanks, my amazing best friend bought them for me,” he smiled, before tugging you towards him. The two of you slid around, laughing for a few minutes before Michael stopped in your path blocking you from sliding further into your furniture-less living room. “I don’t know how long this stuff says slippery for so we have to act fast,” he said, moving the both of you towards the middle of the room.
“What are you doing?” you laughed, as Michael twirled in circles around you.
“Last night you told me you always wanted to be like Michelle Trachtenberg in the Ice Princess so I waxed the floors so you could!”
“You’re such a dork, Clifford.”
“Yeah, yeah I know,” he said waving off your comment. “Now come on, you have to recreate the routine!”
Remember that deleted scene in TWOTL where they did this close up shot of white clothes sensually sliding off the furnitures? I laughed so hard at that bc if that scene stayed in the episode, and right after that it would be the scene where soft romantic musics playing and Will had his shirt untucked... I mean, how ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) would that be?
Funnily enough, I thought exactly the same. I mean, we all know how rife the homoerotic subtext is in this show. The cinematography elucidates that subtext soooo, to attribute the shots of white fabric sensually sliding off furniture followed by a strategically placed scene involving Will with his shirt untucked to an unseen Hannigram sex scene is not unfounded. I mean, we are just analysing the cinematography after all
( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°).
The cinematography, especially in regards to Hannibal and Will, is dubious as fuck. This kinda shit speaks for itself.