this is my favorite cover ever

anonymous asked:

what's your favorite type of music/who are your favorite composers? (~lumiereswig)

@lumiereswig

Hoo boy, you’ve chosen a topic that I could possibly go on and on about until the end of time.  

Let’s get started, shall we?

So when it comes to music with words, my favorite artist is Owl City. He has these lyrics that were obviously composed in like the middle of the night when that brilliant inspiration strikes (makes sense, as he started writing songs because of his insomnia), because the lyrics are so unique and different—it’s like he takes poetry and makes a tune for it.

Then there’s Peter Hollens, a Youtuber who sings A Cappella—and has one of the most soothing voices ever.  I usually prefer his song covers over the real deal.  

But those are just artists.  My favorite type of music, without a doubt, is instrumental music.  Instrumental music, to me, is the only music that can really portray a vivid sense of emotion.  And the best part is, it can mean something different to different people, or even the same person, depending on their situation.  I’m not saying that singers are horrible—far from that. I love musicals, and I love that singers bring their own emotion to songs.  But when you just let the music do the talking, I believe that something truly magical happens.  Images are invoked, feelings are felt…I mean come on, listen to this and tell me you feel nothing.  Especially near the end.

My favorite providers of modern instrumental music are HDSounDI, Two Steps from Hell, Really Slow Motion, Phil Lober, Fired Earth Music, Peter Crowley, and Thomas Bergensen, as well as OSTs from several beloved action movies (so that includes legends like Hans Zimmer, John Williams, Alan Menken, etc).

Then there are modern composers like Lindsey Stirling and Taylor Davis (because I love the sound of a violin so freaking much, and I’ve played pieces that they’ve written before).

And of course, because I’m a violinist, I am really invested in the classics.  Y'know, those pieces that are so under-appreciated by people nowadays.  So when you say favorite composers, these are the guys I think of.

When I was a baby, I was raised on Mozart.  Pieces like the Turkish March, Eine Kleine Nachtmusik, The Marriage of Figaro, and the Magic Flute Aria are branded into my brain.  Not that I’m complaining—they’re all very pretty.  So he’s up there.

Also in my top five are Tchaikovsky, Stravinsky, and Prokofiev.  My musical childhood was made bright thanks to these three talented Russians.  

Prokofiev wrote Peter and the Wolf, that one childhood tale where it’s narrated and each animal has its own distinct instrument.  My school’s orchestra played it once, and because Peter’s instrument is the violin, I was totally in my element, and it was wonderful.

But I don’t think I can sing Tchaikovsky and Stravinsky’s praises enough.  I was first introduced to Stravinsky’s work through another Disney favorite, Fantasia 2000.  He wrote the Firebird, which is the last animated piece in Fantasia 2000 (a shortened version), and one of my favorite classical pieces to this day.  I once saw the entire thing (40 minutes long) performed by an orchestra, and I cried—it was that moving.  There’s an interesting story surrounding how I came across it aside from Disney, but this is getting long enough as is.

And Tchaikovsky (my favorite of the three) wrote the well-known ballets like Swan Lake, The Sleeping Beauty (yes, the Disney movie’s based off of this ballet; you even hear the waltz at the end), and the Nutcracker.  If there was one ballet that I could say was my childhood, it was the Nutcracker.  I saw the movie every Christmas, and never got tired of it.  Still not tired of it.  Tchaikovsky also wrote the 1812 Overture, with the real actual cannons and everything.

Then there’s Vivaldi.  There’s a reason why I loved the Baroque period before Beauty and the Beast. This man.  Right here.  The best violinist ever.  I’ve played several of his pieces before, including but not limited to The Concerto in A Minor and Autumn and Winter from his Four Seasons (I just can’t remember the other ones’ names).  The other two, Spring and Summer, are worth checking out as well.  

And just because they have certain awesome pieces, I’ll give a shoutout to Rossini (William Tell), Offenbach (the Can-Can), Scarlatti (best harpsichordist of his time), Grieg (Morning Mood, the Hall of the Mountan King), Bizet (Overture), Rimsky-Korsakov (Flight of the Bumblees), and Brahams (Hungarian Dance).

captainbabyoctopus  asked:

would you ever cover Words Fail from dear evan hansen? It's my absolute favorite song on the soundtrack

I always love singing that in my car, but I can’t hit the high notes the way I would like to. It’s such a powerful song, and the words hit me so hard

My Life as a Cartoon Network Intern (and how I think you can Intern in Animation too!)

Over this past summer, I was given the amazing opportunity to be a Production Intern at Cartoon Network (I worked on Clarence; woo!)

Every once in a while I get people who either come up to me in person, or who message me on Facebook, Tumblr, Instagram etc. and ask me how I got the opportunity, and how they can intern in animation as well. Recently (Over the course of the last week or so) I’ve been asked a bunch, so I decided to create this massive master post in an attempt to get the information out to as many artists (and non-artists) as possible! 

I know a lot of people who feel like getting into the animation industry is completely impossible, (I should know, I felt the exact same way not too long ago) and I also know just how LITTLE references there actually are on finding an internship, and beyond that, the type of experiences that people who gotten the chance to intern have had. I told myself that if I got the internship, I would try to change that, and here we are! (A little late, but I really want to make this as helpful as possible)

If you all could please Reblog this to your followers I would love it! You never know who’s looking and hopefully, I can help people with my experiences! 

So to make it easier for people who don’t have the time to read all of my ramblings, AND for the sake of ease/reference; I’m going to break this post up into different sections: My Internship search My initial excitement/rejections - How I got the internship - My experience as an Intern and How Interning has helped me as an artist

My Internship search: 

Halfway through last year (My Sophomore year of college) I had decided that I would take a leap of faith and apply for some internships. I didn’t expect much of it, but my hopes were high because I thought I had at least a halfway decent portfolio, and my resume had some pretty okay animation experience on it (I’m the head of the only Animation organization on campus) and I’m majoring in animation so I had some 3D experience and 2D experience (which I’ve worked on on my own time, since it’s what I want to do) 

One of my biggest worries was the fact that I go to a state school: Southern Illinois University. The school is great, and I love it there, but I couldn’t afford art school, so I was very worried about how many opportunities there would be for me in Southern Illinois. Especially with the amount of amazing art that I see coming from people who go to schools like CalArs, Sheridan and the like. I was frustrated because I wasn’t there and felt like I would never get the opportunity to work in animation, which has been my dream since I could hold a pencil. Cartoons have changed my life, and they still do; but I was genuinely afraid that because I couldn’t afford a more art-related education, that I wouldn’t get the opportunity to tell stories like I’ve always dreamed. (But I digress) 

As I was saying: I was doing all of your standard (I want/need a job) searches to try to find something in animation: Glassdoor, Internships.com, JOBS.com; stuff like that. FUN FACT: I’ve read every single Glassdoor review for both Cartoon Network and Nickelodeon. Every Job. All of them.

Some internships are a lot easier to find: Nickelodeon, Disney, Titmouse

While some are WAAAAAY more elusive: Cartoon Network… 

This narrowed my search down from a bunch of animation studios.. to a handful. My candidates were: Nickelodeon, Dreamworks and Titmouse. (All wonderful animation studios!) Now here’s where it gets interesting:

 My initial excitement/Rejections:

I didn’t hear back from any of them! NOT ONE. Which I learned after a very long, VERY stressful waiting period. (At this time it was early to mid April) Now; I knew that I was really too young to be applying for the internships, (I’m young for my grade so I was 19 at the time) And I knew that all of these internships specified that they wanted a Junior or above, but I figured since the year was almost over and I had good grades that MAYBE, they would let me slide. But I had no real experience working in animation, and although my hopes were high, they were also reeeeeeeal low. 

After waiting for the few weeks that I did, and not hearing a peep, I was dejected, frustrated, and I felt like there was no hope for me… Which leads us to…

HOW I GOT THE INTERNSHIP: 

When it comes to how I actually GOT the job: The answer I want to give you guys is that it was complete luck, and that by a series of random occurrences, somehow I was offered the position…. BUT, that’s only half true. Honestly, I worked really hard on making sure that I had as good a résumé as I possibly could: 

By that, I mean that I’ve worked really hard in school to get good grades/dean’s list/honors program, etc.; and I also started an animation organization on campus. (There’s a major, but there was a huge lack of enthusiasm and community within the program at SIU so I wanted to help to bring other artists and myself closer, and make great art while we’re at it) 

On top of that, I wrote (what I think was) a really good cover letter. But… Even with all three of those things, I don’t know if I would have gotten the position if it wasn’t for the internship coordinator at my school. I go to Southern Illinois University, and she pointed me in the direction of the Cartoon Network internship. (The Turner website isn’t like Nickelodeon, they only post internships when there’s a position to be filled)

LUCKILY for me, the Producer of Clarence (The wonderful Keith Mack) is an alum from SIU, so he connected with the internship coordinator (bless her heart) and I learned exactly when the position opened up. My resume and things got sent straight to him. I got a Skype interview a couple of weeks later, and I got accepted the day of the interview!

So I mean… Looking back, it was half luck, half hard work. 

It’s not like the grades and stuff really matter outside of college; Grades are just arbitrary letters, after all. But, I say that to say that I’ve tried to work hard in college even though I’m not at an art school, and that if you’re focused, it doesn’t really matter WHAT you’re good at; but how hard you work and the type of person you are. You can never go to college but be an amazing artist and an amazing person, and if you meet that ONE right person, or if you’re at that ONE correct place at the correct time; amazing things can happen; and I FIRMLY believe that. 

While I was at CN I was talking to someone (I don’t know if it’s best to call her out by name?..) But anyway she was telling me about how some of the artists are found at CN and she told me that Tumblr, YES TUMBLR. Is a HUUUUUUUUGE factor in the hiring of some people! So if you can… POST POST POST! Putting your art out there is the absolute best way to get seen. You NEVER know who’s looking at your artwork, and this website is an amazing platform for sharing, and learning about art. (And as a shameless plug: The blog Artists-Everyday is actually meant for just that ;) check it ouuuuut)

But moving forward; let’s talk about: 

THE INTERVIEW:

The interview to be an intern at CN was both really intimidating, and really comfortable at the same time. I love animation pretty much more than anything, so the idea that a single interview could determine whether or not I got a life-changing opportunity was pretty much one of the most daunting things that I could think of. The fact that I was in southern Illinois RIGHT at the time that I would have had to interview really didn’t help either… It was really scary to me, because it meant that I wasn’t going to be able to interview in person. It was a Skype interview, (a group one at that) and it was my first time ever interviewing for a position online. 

Once I got past all of the initial fear, the interview was smooth sailing. They had already seen my resume and cover letter; so we really just spent a lot of time talking about casual things: my favorite animated movie, what my favorite episode of Clarence was, etc. It wasn’t like your usual interview where they ask “why would we hire you” or “what is your greatest weakness” and I really appreciated that. They weren’t robots, they weren’t the ANIMATION GODS like I was imagining in my head – they were actual people, who happen to love animation, and the interview reflected that. 

I learned that I had gotten the position the day that I interviewed, and I’m SO GLAD I didn’t have to wait any more days, because at that point I was on fire on the inside. II don’t know what the hiring process was like for interns on different shows, so don’t take my word for how long it’ll take if you make it this far) 


MY EXPERIENCE AS AN INTERN/HOW IT’S HELPED ME AS AN ARTIST:

There is no one word to describe how amazing it is to work at Cartoon Network. A lot of CN stuff is “hush hush” high security, and they don’t allow you to take pictures of the inside of the buildings - So I’m not going to say much, other than: It’s magic. Pure magic. But I will say one thing: Free food. AT ALL TIMES. EVERY DAY. 

Working there is one of the most creatively satisfying things I’ve ever done in my life. The people, the atmosphere… it was all so inspiring. I’ve learned more in those past three months than I have in the last two years, and It’s all because I was surrounded by so many people who are better than me. People, who I might add, are some of the greatest, nicest, and most helpful people I’ve met in a long time. Plus, Cartoon Network really goes out on a limb to take care of their employees. 

I got to sit in on voice actors doing their recordings, I got to see storyboard pitches, I got to see animatics and assets for episodes that were unaired, and it was all being created right in front of me by such PASSIONATE people. 

I EVEN GOT TO MEET TOM KENNY. He remembered my name… 

As a production intern you get to see the logistic side of things: and you really grow to appreciate Production and that side of the industry, because without the production team, there would be no show! Even though I want to be a storyboard artist, I now know more about the industry and Cartoon Network as a whole, and it makes me feel much more connected to the shows that I watch on television.

One of the other biggest things about the program is the fact that I got to take storyboard/character design tests for practice, and I got the chance to pitch a show to the studio, in front of the Clarence Crew and even some really important executives! which was an AMAZING opportunity that I learned a TON from. I got amazing feedback, and I had to push myself harder than I’ve ever pushed myself before. Mentally, artistically, and personally. 


IN CONCLUSION

It’s possible. Being an intern at an animation studio is possible. Getting a job in animation is possible. Making friends in animation, and actually feeling like you belong to something you’ve dreamed about since you were a child is POSSIBLE. It doesn’t matter where you go to school, it doesn’t matter if you’re afraid, and it doesn’t matter what you look like. People are drawn to people who are genuine; and if you love animation, or production, or storyboarding or character design, and you work hard and try to really open yourself up artistically; you CAN do it. Take it from the 20 year old black guy who loves anime, video games and cartoons. You can do it. 


I don’t know how many people will see this or how helpful it actually is; but PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE feel free to share this info with your followers, and on top of that if you guys EVER have any questions about my experiences or need me to clarify anything for ANY reason you’re absolutely welcome to contact me! 

I know how many people would love to intern, and I know (from experience) how DREADFUL It is to find conducive information about how the process works and how YOU can get an internship. 

Hope you guys stuck with this post till the end, and like I said if you ever have any more questions, (hell, or if you even want to share YOUR art with me… I’m always open!) 

TL;DR:                  This Gif Sums it Up 

-Sean 

People were interested in me doing a thing like this, so here we go! I figured I’d do a short little blurb about each writer, including one or two of my favorite works by them. So, in no real order (like, I literally randomized the list) here are some of the most talented people* whose art I’ve had the pleasure of reading:

*Please note that some of these people haven’t written for bellarke in a while! That doesn’t mean you should pester them about it! Appreciate the heck out of what they have written instead. Cool? Cool.

1. Maria @rebelprincebell AO3

Maria’s written a good variety of longer and shorter fics, and each of them is excellent. (She’s also an amazing human/friend, but that’s more of a side perk.) She’s currently writing Things We Shouldn’t Do which is what everyone wants out of a multi-chap, fake-dating, actors AU. Or for something shorter, check out T.O.P. S.E.C.R.E.T. for some friends-with-benefits/feelings-reveal goodness. And maybe if she loves me she’ll finish Let’s Go to the Mall but it’s nbd.

2. Steph @ofhobbitsandwomen AO3

I read The Squire (multi-chap, medieval AU) when I was pretty new to the fandom, and I’m still completely in awe of it. Steph’s also written a million other amazing bellarke fics, like this fluffy-af youtubers AU (and, recently, some fucking amazing Jyn/Cassian stuff, if you’re into that) so make sure to check out all of her incredible writing.

3. M @ahmren AO3

M’s writing is magical. At the risk of sounding cliche, it wraps you up and carries you to another world. I could survive on nothing but her collection of soulmate AUs for years to come. 

4. Chash @ponyregrets AO3

Chash has written a million and one amazing fics, so obvs read everything she’s written, but one of my particular faves is Some Cheese With That Whine. It gives me all the best-friends-to-lovers feelings. Amazing. Plus she likes all my posts when I’m flailing about ffx <3

5. Katelyn @nathenmiller AO3

Secrets is the only arranged marriage fic you ever need to read. Period. I also love this fluffy lil childhood-friends-meet-up-ten-years-later AU. Plus, on top of all the fantastic writing, K’s one of the incredibly hardworking ladies behind bff. What a girl??

6. Lana @marauders-groupie AO3

Lana’s another one of those writers where I know I’ll like everything she publishes. She’s like, the queen a soulmate AU’s. Her most recent one is here–a cool iteration where you feel whatever pain your soulmate feels. As with all the other authors here, don’t forget to check out all her other stories!

7. Kacka @katchyalater AO3

I discovered Kacka this summer, and her stories saved me from boredom on the countless train rides I was taking across Europe. By which I mean you should just read through everything on her AO3 page, like I did. Everyone loves a good coffee-shop AU, right? Check out Got to Find Those Extra Cups to Fill. She’s a fantastic, inspiring writer and an even lovelier human being.

8. Emily @prosciuttoe AO3

Emily had the nerve to make me cry by posting a canonverse fic, Hold This Heart Steady, today. So do yourself a favor and read that. Other Emily faves include: Your Heart Is Your Own (So Build Me A Home) and Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic (for all your Hogwarts AU needs).

9. Brianna @jvnscass AO3

Bri’s another one of the authors I first read when I joined the fandom! She doesn’t write much bellarke anymore, but it’s all still up on her AO3 along with a ton of quality Jyn/Cassian fics, if that’s your jam!

10. Nai @hiddenpolkadots AO3

Want canon-verse smut? Nai’s got u covered: Mouth Like Heaven, Kisses Like Stars. Or for something on the fluffier/hurtcomfort side, try the light that sits at the bottom of your chest. You literally can’t go wrong. She writes Jily too!

11. Kayla @kay-emm-gee AO3

Kayla’s the first person I ever considered my “favorite fanfic author” and the title still fits, even if I do have about a million “favorite” authors now. Full Circle is an older, post s2, fic of hers, but it’s undeniably still one of my faves. A more recent fave is: this is your heart (can you feel it). These are both canonverse, but she writes amazing modern AUs as well. <3

12. Meghan @bellamyfrecklefaceblake AO3

I feel like Meghan writes the best epic-feelings-reveal scenes?? Some faves are: A Drunk Mind Speaks A Sober Heart and You Won’t Get Rid of Me Without a Fight. I want to live in the feelings at the end of these fics pls and thx. (Also, hope your hand is doing better!!)

13. Mel @caramelkru AO3

Is it getting old for me to keep saying I like everything insert-name-here writes?? I’d stop, except that it’s TRUE. Mel is fantastic. Her last installment in Good Times Gonna Come is so cute I can’t actually stand it. Something In The Air (That Night) is also super good. (She also writes Sethkate and Jyn/Cassian!)

(Okay I’m running out of time for these last few–gotta get to class–so I’ll just do one fic rec from each writer, BUT they’re all such fucking talented authors. Everything they write is amazing.)

14. Katie @dreamingundone AO3

take a running start

15. Jazz @hooksandheroics  AO3

Out of All the Gin Joints

16. S @kinetic-elaboration  AO3

Since There’s No Place To Go

17. Amber @bilexualclarke  AO3

asleep in the bathtub (also, like… her blog title doesn’t lie)

18. Emily @kieraknighted  AO3

Walk With Me

19. Annie @clarkescrusade  AO3

those broken and delicate things

20. Julia @enoughtotemptme  AO3

Aurora Borealis

21. @queenofchildren  AO3

But We Fight For Roses Too

I also asked for some lesser known fic recs, so check these out!

Lay It All On Me by @peetaspikelets

The Thing About Pre-Med by theprincessandtheking

In My Dreams We Are Always Together by andsowemeetagain


OKAY PHEW. I think that’s everything. As a last note, don’t forget to appreciate your favorite authors! A comment or reblog here and there goes a long way. Kudos and likes are lovely, but not quite as tangible as comments and tags.

Happy Reading!

Dreams - Dylan O’Brien

Author- @maddie110201

Pairing- Dylan x Reader

Words- 4,944 (not sure how this happened ;) )

Warnings- alot of fluff and smut

AN: Ok so this is my first fic and i’m super nervous to post this. I just wanna thank @ninja-stiles for helping keep me motivated and helping edit.


Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Best friends are supposed to be with you no matter what, they’re supposed to be there for you through everything, always be happy for you and support you.

Dylan was exactly that. We have been friends since we were little, neither of us can actually remember a time when we didn’t know each other, but our moms tell us we’ve been friends since the womb. Dylan has been there for me through everything crappy that life has decided to throw my way, and I have done the same for him. But not once did I ever think that being happy for him would kill me inside.

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Beauty and The Assassin // A Mitch Rapp Smut

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

Relationship: Mitch Rapp x Reader

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

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

Song: Feel Something by Jaymes Young

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

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

Your name: submit What is this?

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

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

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

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

“Really?” She asked.

“Yes, because you’d be dead.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fine by me.” Mitch shrugged.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m not.”

“This is ridiculous.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, listen to me-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’d like to see you prove it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mitch?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“i’ve always just been stupid and afraid”

lars has been very important to me for a long time and his arc might be my favorite thing this show has ever done
cover art by @xarazura (reblog it separately here)

listen on 8tracks, playmoss or spotify! (playmoss and spotify links might be missing a few songs though)

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이게아닌데 - TAEYANG cover by HOYA

OK BUT PLEASE CONSIDER 

fussy baby!Keith in Dads of Marmora AU

nobody can figure out what’s wrong with him, they’ve tried everything

one of them brings Keith to Kolivan, “sir, he’s throwing a fit, and we don’t know what to do with him”

Kolivan: “really? did you take him to Thace? he seems to always be calmest around Thace”

“Thace went out to go get baby supplies and food, sir”

K: “oh… well how about Ulaz? what’s he doing?”

“I believe he’s already tried, sir; I saw him walk into his room saying something about ‘needing some peace and quiet’ with an icepack on his head”

K: “oh dear… umm… what about… Antok?”

“unfortunately, the second we handed the baby off to Antok, he got a swift whack to the face and hasn’t been seen since”

K: “…really? he hit him? even through the mask??”

“yes sir”

Keith of course has been screaming this entire time and the poor Galra holding him might be crying himself a little bit

Kolivan inhales and breathes out. “give me the boy.” 

the crying Galra hands baby Keith to Kolivan and one of the other Galras comes over to comfort the poor guy. Kolivan stares at Keith for a while before asking everybody to leave so he can deal with Keith on his own. everyone (happily) leaves. once everyone’s gone, Kolivan sits Keith on his lap and tries to get his attention.

“hey little warrior… I have a surprise for you…”

Keith looks up at Kolivan, who is covering his face. Kolivan then reveals his face, which is contorted in the goofiest looking face imaginable for a Galra. he’s making funny noises and sticking his tongue out at Keith to try and make him laugh. Keith stares at him for a while, Kolivan continues to cover his face and play peek-a-boo, making silly faces and noises every time. eventually Keith turns from sobbing into tiny giggles and then full blown cackling.

Thace eventually comes back, arms full of baby supplies, and finds the two of them still sitting there making faces at each other. he’s happy to see that Keith has finally calmed down, but he can never look at Kolivan the same way again ROFL

Drawn From The Heart: Your Most Memorable Valentine's Day Cards

No snark or anti-commercialism rantings here, just a dose of simple sweetness. We asked readers to share their most memorable Valentine’s Day cards; here are a few of our favorites, edited for length and clarity. And we asked NPR illustrator Chelsea Beck to re-create two valentines that live on only in their recipients’ memories.

Renae Quinn, Rancho Cucamonga, Calif.

My favorite valentine ever was from my late husband on the Valentine’s Day before we married. He gave me a box and lined up in the box were a drawing of an eye, a paper heart on a spring that popped up when I opened the box, a pink foam letter U, a chocolate-covered strawberry, and a baggie full of dirt from the garden in front of our apartment.

I was mystified. I mean I got the “I love you so very” part clearly enough, but the dirt? I said, “You love me so very dirty?” I didn’t care for that! He kept saying, “No, think about it.”

But all I could come up with was, “I love you so very dirt.”

He finally told me, “MULCH! It’s mulch!”

So it said, “I love you so very much.” Duh.

It’s still my favorite ever.

Christine Hull, Springvale, Maine

Three years ago, when my son was 7, he made a collection of small valentines that he distributed throughout our house. Each valentine was unique, and each involved a heart shape.

One was a simple red heart taped to the inside of a spoon. I found it while I was making my morning coffee and, of course, it brightened my day. Another was a pink bunny, who was especially cute because he was lopsided. Yet another was a series of yellow hearts arranged like petals of a sunflower. It was carefully taped to appear as if it were growing out from under my desk.

I was impressed by his creativity, but more so by the fact that he woke up early to hide each valentine for my husband and me to discover as we went through our day. He didn’t simply give us one valentine, he gave us a day full of discovering valentines.

Francha Menhard, Tel Aviv, Israel

I was teaching second-graders how to speak English. I was teaching them similes to describe things. “You are as quiet as a mouse,” “You are tall as the ceiling,” etc.

When Valentine’s Day came, wild and crazy J.R. gave me a heart cut out of plain white paper. On the heart, he wrote: “You are as beautiful as Wonder Woman. You are as fun as clowns. You are as smart as God. Love JR.”

I kept that valentine on my fridge until the sun bleached it out completely, some 14 years later. Thereafter, my sweet husband would remind me at bedtime that I was as beautiful as Wonder Woman. As fun as clowns. As smart as God. Just in case I forgot.

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Kick-Ass Chicks: Jasmine Wright

Paving her way through the mostly male dominated tattoo industry is bad-ass tattoo artist and San Diego native, Jasmine Wright. Her insane tattoos may have been the first thing to catch our attention, but her “anti Pinterest” style and no excuses attitude had us itching to know more about her. We had the chance sit down with Jasmine in her downtown San Diego studio and watch her work some serious magic while chatting about tattoos, life choices, and shrimp brokering.

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Twenty One Pilots Asks
  • 1: What was the first Twenty One Pilots song that you heard?
  • 2: How did you first hear about Twenty One Pilots?
  • 3: What is your favorite Blurryface theory so far?
  • 4: Tyler Joseph or Josh Dun?
  • 5: Which song are you most looking forward to hearing on Blurryface?
  • 6: What is your favorite Twenty One Pilots vine?
  • 7: Pick one; Fairly Local music video or Tear In My Heart music video?
  • 8: Reply with a link to the best Twenty One Pilots cover you have heard?
  • 9: Do you have/want any Twenty One Pilots tattoos?
  • 10: Which album is your favorite so far?
  • 11: Which lyric(s) has the most meaning to you?
  • 12: Have you ever seen Twenty One Pilots live? If so, where?
  • 13: Can you rap the second verse of Ode To Sleep?
  • 14: What’s the largest amount of money that you have spent on Twenty One Pilots merch?
  • 15: If you met Josh & Tyler, hug, handshake or fist bump?
  • 16: What is your favorite tweet from either Josh or Tyler or the band account?
  • 17: Which of Josh’s hair colours do you like the most?
  • 18: Which song would you sing to serenade someone?
  • 19: What is your favorite Twenty One Pilots mash-up?
  • 20: Which of Tyler’s tattoos is your favorite?
  • 21: Self-titled album or Regional at Best?
  • 22: What was the first Twenty One Pilots song that you learned all the lyrics to?
  • 23: Have you made any good friends through the skeleton clique?
  • 24: Do you have either the self-titled album or Regional at Best on CD?
  • 25: Have you ever been recognized in public for wearing Twenty One Pilots merch?
  • 26: How many of their albums do you have on CD or vinyl?
  • 27: Would you rather see Twenty One Pilots in a small venue, a big venue or at a festival?
  • 28: Have you ever been recognized by Twenty One Pilots on social media?
  • 29: What is your favorite Twenty One Pilots song?
  • 30: Have you introduced Twenty One Pilots to any of your friends?
  • 31: What is your favorite quote from Josh or Tyler?
  • 32: Can you rap Zack’s verse of Kitchen Sink?
  • 33: Who is your favorite Twenty One Pilots Tumblr blog?
  • 34: Ukulele or piano?
  • 35: How many Twenty One Pilots shirts do you own?
  • 36: Which song do you want to see a music video for?
  • 37: Goner or Truce?
  • 38: Are you seeing Twenty One Pilots live this year?
  • 39: On a scale of 1-10, how much do you love Jenna Joseph?
  • 40: What is your favorite thing about Josh Dun?
Something you can't fake (smut)

It was stupid, really. You don’t even know why you did it. And if someone asked you why, you couldn’t give them a valid reason. You and Harry went out that night, and as usual, he looked good enough to take a bite out of. A mop of short curls piled on top of his head, green eyes bright as ever, a floral shirt and tight jeans covering his body and his favorite black Gucci boots on his clumsy feet. You don’t know how you got so lucky. And this is exactly the reason you dragged Harry out of the party early. You both had already had a few drinks, so you didn’t care about the commotion you were making in the backseat. His lips were all over you, kissing every inch of skin he could reach. You swung a leg over his lap, grinding yourself on his skin tight jeans, feeling him get harder with each swivel of your hips. You began to unbutton his shirt and lick down his neck and he let out a moan. 

“Shhh” you giggled against his skin and pressed your lips to his again. Your tongue ran across his full bottom lip and pushed itself into his mouth, tasking the sugar from his drink on his tongue. His finger tips had an iron grip on your hips as his teeth bit down on your bottom lip, tugging on it. 

“H…”

“Shhh” he smirked up at you. 

The driver cleared his throat, “We’re here. Have a good evening.” he said impatiently.

“Sorry. You have a good one, mate.” Harry said politely. He picked you up and carried you up the walkway, through the front door and to your bedroom, where he playfully threw you on the bed. You watched him as he kicked off his shoes and undid his belt. Harry walked over to you and placed himself between your open legs, pulling down your dress and wrapped his soft lips around your nipple.

You tangled your fingers in his freshly cut hair and moaned out his name. Your dress was then pulled down your legs and left carelessly on the floor. Before you could even blink, Harrys lips were wrapped around your clit, gently sucking on it, while one of his fingers gently traced your dripping hole. 

“Always so sweet for me baby. Such a good girl.” he nearly moaned as he licked up your juiced and pressed kissed to your inner thighs. 

“God H, please fuck me. I need you.” 

He rid himself of his shirt, jeans and boxers and climbed back between your legs. The tip of his leaking cock was rubbed on your clit and entrance before he pushed himself inside you in one fluid motion. He always managed to feel so good inside you. You were convinced that he was made for you. Harry was the perfect length and thickness for you, always giving you that delicious stretch and burn you needed and he was the perfect shape to rub against that little spot inside you that could make you scream for him. 

He let his head drop to the crook of your neck and press sweet kisses there, as you wrapped your legs around him. “Shit, baby your pussy is always so fucking tight for me. Always taking my cock so well.” 

You looked up at your beautiful boy, but his eyes were glued to the place where you were connected. 

“Look at that…so pretty.” he said breathlessly. His thumb came up to rub your clit in tiny circular motions just the way you like and you could feel your high approaching. You clenched around him and bucked your hips up 

“Shit Harry!” you clenched around him again, and you’re sure thats that did your beautiful boy in. He stilled above you and let his swollen lips fall open, as white hot ribbons of his cum coated your walls. 

“Oh fucking hell (y/n).” he let out another groan and let himself collapse in your arms. Your fingers messaged his scalp and you rubbed his back, as he returned from his high. Then the realization hit you - you were so busy watching Harry that you didn’t cum. Harry lifted himself up off you and let his eyes scan over your flushed face. 

“Did you…?” he asked you in a raspy voice. You didn’t know what to tell him, so you told him what you thought he wanted to hear, 

“Yes, of course.” you let you hands gently hold each side of his face before you leaned up to give him another kiss on the lips. When he pulled away, he gave you a look that automatically let you know he knew you were lying. You had never looked someone in the eye and lied to them like that, let alone Harry. 

“’K” he said sharply. He kissed your cheek and rolled over, turning off the light and went to bed. 


“You what?!” exclaimed your best friends at the same time. You had to tell someone about the events of last night. 

“Harry Styles made you fake an orgasm? Dear God, what has this world come to? I though Harry was some kind of sex God.” said your friend Jasmine in shock.

“Trust me, he is. It’s just…I don’t know what happened. It was going great and I was about to, but it was like someone pulled a rug from under me. I got so caught up in him, that I forgot about me. And the worst part about it is, I lied to him about it, and he knew it instantly. I thought I was protecting his ego.”

“Honestly…” started your friend Sara, “He’s probably more hurt about the fact that you feel like you couldn’t tell him the truth, rather than the fact that you didn’t orgasm. I think you should talk to him.”


As soon as you heard the front door close, your heart started racing. He didn’t announce he was home like he usually does, so you found him at the door, kicking off his shoes and scrolling through his phone. 

“Hi baby! How was your day?” you asked him kissing his jaw. He tensed under your lips. 

“Fine. Yours?” he said coldly. 

“It was alright. I made you dinner. Pasta, your favorite.” you said sweetly following him into the kitchen. 

The two of you ate in silence, Harry being cold and distant. 

“Look, Harry I’m sorry about last night. I shouldn’t have lied to you.” 

“No. No you should not have. Am I not pleasing you? Is that what it is?” he looked up at you with sad, worried eyes.

“Oh gosh Harry no! H, you love me better than anyone else ever could. You know that.”

“Then why’d you fake it, and then lie about it?” 

You paused for a minute, “I don’t know. I thought I was protecting you. I thought your ego would take too big of a hit knowing you didn’t get me off. So i lied. I realize now that was stupid, and it would’ve been better to just tell you the truth. I’m so sorry baby.”

Harry pulled you into his arms and kissed the top of your head. “No baby its my fault. I was too wrapped up in you and in how good you made me feel to notice you weren’t acting how you normally do when you cum. I shouldn’t have been so selfish. This is mu fault and I’m sorry.”

He leaned down to you and pressed a kiss to your lips. He picked you up as he pressed kissed to your neck.

“H, where are we going?”

“Well I have to make it up to you, don’t I?”


well here it is the long awaited! (also its been a hot minute since I’ve written smut so forgive me lol) 

Reasons to stay alive: 

- I can’t know what the future brings and i don’t want to throw away my chance to see it

- dead people can’t laugh and i don’t want to give up my chance to laugh, even if i don’t have much to laugh about right now

- I can and will learn to love being alive 

- my pets wouldn’t understand why i’m not coming home

- the moon is beautiful and yes, even small things like that are reason enough to not kill myself

- in a year or two or maybe ten, i’ll be thankful that i stayed alive, even if i don’t think so right now

-  there are so many books i didn’t read yet, songs i didn’t hear yet, movies i didn’t watch yet, conversations i didn’t have yet 

- my future friends i didn’t even meet yet will be happy i do

- my depression can go f*ck itself

- one day, i’ll be covered in tattoos and love my skin 

-  dead people can’t go to concerts

- i deserve to be alive 

- my favorite band members would want me to 

- i can just accept my suicidal thoughts as something i do not need to act on. I’ll distract myself. I can want to die but i do not need to act on it.

-  life has music and music is a pretty amazing thing

- so what if all i ever achieve in life is watching a whole tv show in 3 days? I still have value as a human being and i deserve to be alive!

-  there are reasons to stay alive. Even when my mental illness keeps me from seeing them, they’re still there.

-  a bad day is no reason to end my life. Even a lot of bad days in a row are not a reason to end my life. Better days will come!

- maybe one day my story will inspire somebody else to stay alive

- i know i can do good in the world and i will not throw away my chance to

- staying alive itself is a brave thing to do and reason to be proud of myself

anonymous asked:

What happened between you and Jason Manns?

I REALIZED THIS IS A PRETTY CONTAINED INCIDENT ON TWITTER SO I’LL EXPLAIN THE WHOLE THING HERE

this is jason manns, for those of you a little behind:

dude is like 20 feet tall, built like a linebacker, and a professional musician

for a few weeks last year, he was my boss, as i worked on all art for the Covers With Friends album, on which he gave all art credit to my mother’s name–he was under the impression “Scout Villegas” was a stage name and failed to consult me on the matter

i’ve been paying for that since it happened, but i’ve since let it go. HOWEVER, during a stageit of his i attended a few months ago, i noticed someone say “he can make any cover sound good”

so i had………….an idea

i was going to relentlessly request the Space Jam Theme

space jam was my FAVORITE MOVIE growing up. i could argue it still is. so when i requested it for essentially no reason, others followed suit. he laughed and said “he was unfamiliar” with the song and couldn’t perform it. it was overlooked. BUT THAT WAS NOT THE END

i decided it would be the only song i ever requested. be it stageits, live shows, you name it. it was an innocent and strange enough request that others agreed yes, he should play it, reason or not. until he decided to declare war.

at his most recent stageit, so many people were requesting it in the chat, it was literally impossible not to notice it during an hour-long show. he literally had to work to find song in between all of the requests, but never acknowledged it. UNTIL

the very end. wherein, not only did he acknowledge it, he said he was gonna play it. PLAY IT!! AND ONLY HE COULD SEE THE TIMER COUNTING DOWN, SO IT WAS A PREMEDITATED ATTACK! THE STREAM CUT OFF AS HE STRUMMED DOWN, AND THAT WAS IT. I BEGAN ASSEMBLING THE TROOPS

in seattle, he was flanked from all sides by a stream of foot soldiers. his meet and greet, at his table:

and, my personal favorite, at his panel. there was an organized line. i was so happy, and incredibly impressed with the efforts.

he walked right by the table on…either saturday, or sunday, and as we made eye contact, i saw a haunted man. you’d all done so well. we spoke for a minute, and as he left i called out, “i’ll break you, manns.”

and he stopped and said,

you already have.

so by the end of this year, i think it’s safe to say we can all expect a Space Jam cover c: ♥

Tiny Tikes with Tears

Dean x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: Daddy Dean fluff

A/n: I literally woke up at 5am because I had a dream about this and I instantly started writing it. So I hope you enjoy my 5am sleep deprived fic.

Forever Tags: @Freaksforthewin , @thewinhunter, @cambriacaneatnoodles, @brokennoone , @youtubehelpsmesurvive , @chrisevansthedoritobastard , @winchesters-favorite-girl , @we-know-a-little-about-a-lot @godh8salyssa @dean-baby-Winchester @straightasdeanwinchester@animexchocolate@fabulouslycassie@lizbeth-loves-bobear @nicolesyneah25 @lemonadegazeelle


“Try and get some sleep, sweetheart.” Dean reached into the backseat, covering your tiny body with his leather jacket.

“Daddy, where’s my Bubba?” Resting your head on the cool leather seat, you looked up at your dad in the most innocent of ways.

Dean sighed, knowing who you were talking about. Cas was the only one you ever referred to as “Bubba”. But Cas was gone. Not dead, just on the constant move.

Every angel and demon alike had their eyes peeled for his appearance. And the appearance of the angel tablet. He’d been gone for two months so far, but to the little five year old girl in the backseat…it felt like two years.

“Bubba’s out on a hunt.” Dean never knew how to reply to this question. It seemed every night you asked him about Cas now.

“Why is the hunt taking so long?” You half yawned, trying to fight off the sleep. “You and Uncle Sammy never take this long.”

“This hunt is…” Dean paused, letting out a deep breath. “it’s a hard one. The hard ones take longer.”

“But Bubba is a Feather.” Angles and demons confused you, so you just called angles Feathers. “Why doesn’t he use his special powers to fight the bad guys away? Doesn’t he want to come home to me?” The small break in your voice made Dean realize how sensitive this topic was. And how much you missed Cas.

With ease, Dean opened the back door and climbed in with you. Leaning his body against the door while you snuggled into his chest.

“Bubba loves you so much baby. Of course he wants to come home to you.” His hand rested on your head while his thumb drew little circles on your forehead.

“Good, because I love Bubba to the stars and back. His snuggles are my favorite.” You giggled slightly, remembering how Cas would let you play with the highest and least ruined feathers on his wings.

“What?” Dean acted half offended. “My snuggles are the best.” His voice ran into your ears and vibrated your laugh even more.

“No, Daddy. Your snuggles are the stickiest.” You laughed, covering your sides as Dean tickled the small ribs that held your frame.

After calming down the two of you just lie together in the backseat. Drifting further and further away into a dream land.

“Daddy?” Your voice was slow and steady like your heartbeat. “What’s S.W and D.W mean?” You recalled where the long forgotten memory sat. “I saw it in the door when you were fixing Baby.

“It’s mine and Uncle’s names. Because we’re family.” Dean spoke with his eyes closed, yet a hand still unconsciously rubbed your back.

“Bubba and I are apart of the family too, right?” You innocently asked, yawning and rubbing your heavy green eyes. “Can we put our names in Baby like you and Uncle?”

“When Bubba gets back, Daddy will help you put your name in there.” Dean smiled lightly. Opening his eyes for a second to envision the scribbled in letters.

Glancing down at your your dirty blonde head he realized you were fast asleep. But he realized so much more than that. No doubt you were a Winchester…no doubt you were the best damn thing that could’ve ever happened to him.