you are an inspiration and i am so glad i met you

Chicken Nugget

pairing: Lin x reader

warnings: none!! cursing i think? this is fluffffffy

summary: The story of you and Lin, told through Twitter. 

requests: “hey, I just wanted to say that your writing is so cute! ^.^ anyway, I wanted to request a Lin x Reader where maybe reader and Lin get into a Twitter battle and it’s just really cute and stuff! thanks! <3″

@not-mystery-anymore-anon: happy late birthday! This took me so long wow I have like 4 more unfinished fics so I’m gonna go work on that. I don’t know how to feel about this, enjoy! 

words: 1524


January 26 / 11:56

@Lin_Manuel:

Good morning!
Sometimes people will steal the last chicken nugget from you.
They will slip past you in a line.
But life goes on.

@Lin_Manuel:

Story time. I was at the supermarket at midnight. I was gonna buy some chicken nuggets for a writing snack. And just when I come round the aisle, SOMEONE TOOK THE LAST PACK. (1/?)

@Lin_Manuel:

SHE JUST GRABBED IT. And I shouted “Hey those are mine!” and she just ignores me and walks off. What the f*ck? (2/?)

@Lin_Manuel:

I mean it’s one thing if you’re gonna take the last nuggets but you’re also gonna ignore me? And when I was about to step into one of the cashiers, lo and behold, she appears again! (3/?)

@Lin_Manuel:

She slips right in front of me and pays for her damn chicken nuggets. One day, I will find you. And suffocate you in chicken nuggets. Just you wait. (4/?)

@Y/N:

Tfw you buy chicken nuggets and some guy rants about it on Twitter even though they’re rightfully yours

January 30 / 08:05

@Y/N:

Thank you to everyone who made this album possible. Here’s to all the blood shed and tears spilled.

@Lin_Manuel:

Okay I’m supposed to be writing but HOLY MOLY. @Y/N’s most recent album is F*CKING FIRE. This is going to be the only thing that I listen to today.

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel Thank you! Did you like track 2?

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N Absolutely loved it. Elegantly done. How do you get the inspiration for this kind of genius, master?

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel Glad you asked! Few months ago, I was buying chicken nuggets and this guy got mad because I took the last one. Also, I beat him to the cashier, and later that day he poured out his feelings on Twitter.

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N Oh.

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel Oh indeed, Lin. Or should I call you ‘the guy who rhymed son with sun’?

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N Um okay but at least that rhymed. Chicken nugget and unwritten sonnet don’t rhyme. I take back what I said about track 2.

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel Are you saying you can come up with a better rhyme for chicken nugget?

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N Taking the last chicken nugget, staking it fast and kickin’ it like a bucket

@Y/N:
@Lin_Manuel Brilliant. Amazing. Superb. Impressive. Remarkable. Exceptional. Marvelous. Excellent.

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N Thanks for showing us that you can use a dictionary! See ya next time when you learn more words!

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel *thesaurus

February 29 / 15:07

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N Karen told me that she spotted you at Hamilton. Why didn’t you tell me that you were suddenly a huge fan?

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel I watched it as a writer. For writing inspiration. And I’m very impressed with the musical. Not you.

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N Oh so I have yet to impress you? I mean I impressed people enough to get me a couple of awards.

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel Do something worth my being impressed at, and we’ll see about that.

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N Oh it’s SO on like Donkey Kong.

March 4 / 23:50

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N Congrats on the Billboard #1! Hope it can last 2 weeks like Hamilton did

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel How do you manage to be an asshole and a friend in one tweet

March 6 / 02:05

@Y/N:

Sometimes I like to imagine that Eliza Schuyler from Hamilton is based off me. We’re both pure, smart and lovable.

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N Nice try. You were the greatest inspiration for Jefferson, though. Where else would I find someone as annoying and cocky?

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel The mirror maybe?

April 17 / 22:05

@Y/N:

Congrats on the Oscar. And the PEGOT. You still haven’t (pe)GOT my heart, though. @Lin_Manuel

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N Wow yes because very other award fades in comparison to winning your heart.

April 30 / 12:05

@Lin_Manuel:

Bit of a day. Met Mark Hamill. Bought a lightsaber. Harrison Ford thought @Y/N and I were dating.

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel 1. Absolutely never 2. DETAILS PLEASE!! Harrison Ford was my childhood crush

@Lin_Manuel:

I told him you were stubborn like Leia. He said that I was Han. I said “Sure we’re Han and Leia without the whole falling in love thing.” @Y/N

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel Nicely phrased.

May 14 / 15:30

@Y/N:

I’ve never tried sashimi. It looks weird as hell

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N Shame on you.

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel Are you suggesting something?

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N If the girl wasn’t you I would’ve offered to take her to try them.

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel Yeah like I’d go anywhere with you anyway. Hypothetically if you were taking this girl with you, where would you go?

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N I’d tell her that she has to go with me to find out.

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel And if she can’t stand you but really wants the sashimi?

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N I’d make sure that by the end of the date she’ll be in love with me.

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel You talk big. Care to prove it?

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N DM me your number and you’ll find out.

May 15 / 10:05

@Lin_Manuel:

I have converted @Y/N into a sashimi-er.

@ham4ham4ham:

@Lin_Manuel more importantly, is she in love with you now?

@Y/N:

@ham4ham4ham Am I?

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N @ham4ham4ham Great things take time.

July 31 / 13:35

@wowhamilton:

Why do @Lin_Manuel and @Y/N never talk again??

@Lin_Manuel:

@wowhamilton I feel like a 13-year-old saying this but I have her number now. I got her number guys!

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel I feel like a 13-year-old saying this but I really like texting you.

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N *screenshots and sends to friends*

August 17 / 21:56

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N Do you maybe kinda wanna be my date to the Tonys? *runs away to hide*

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel From sashimi to Tonys? You’re a real overachiever aren’t you

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N Is that a yes?

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel Yes x100

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N OH SNAP WHO’S THAT DON’T TOUCH ME I’M TOO HOT YES QUÉ PASÓ HERE I GO SO DOPE Y TU LO SABES NO PARE SIGUE SIGUE DID YOU SEE ME

August 25 / 14:26

@Karenolivo:

Today I was a wonderful thirdwheeler, as you can see in this photo

@Lin_Manuel:

@Karenolivo76 The loveliest girl in the place. Hint: not you Karen

@Y/N:
We know, Lin. It’s you. @Lin_Manuel

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N Goddamit I really need to go back in time and talk to Hamilton so he can help me up my game. I wrote the lyric ‘if it takes fighting a war to meet it will have been worth it’ y’know. I’m good at this flirting thing I swear

September 18 / 13:25

@Y/N:

Wait for a guy who makes you feel like you’re in high school with your heart doing jumping jacks. It’s worth it, I promise.

@Lin_Manuel:

Wait for a girl who makes your heart spin and makes you unaccountably nervous. She’ll come.

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel She’ll come hehehehehe

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N Well if you look at it that way it ain’t wrong either

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel BLOCKED AND REPORTED GOODBYE

September 29 / 09:05

@Lin_Manuel:

Bookstore dates are the best. @Y/N is the best.

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel You’re such a nerd. One that I happen to be in love with, though.

October 10 / 17:31

@Lin_Manuel:

Sometimes she looks at me and I’m Eliza, wide-eyed and adoring. She’s got me helpless.

@Y/N:

Sometimes he looks at me and I’m Philip. Dead. He got me deceased.

October 19 / 13:48

@Lin_Manuel:

Goodbyes are the worsttt. @Y/N I love you don’t get an affair see you in a few months

@Y/N:

Wish I could be there with you. Kinda hard to get an affair when I can’t stop thinking about you. @Lin_Manuel

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N Just now on the plane I bought some Oreos. I just realised that you weren’t there to eat the white cream so I decided not to eat the Oreos. Life really does suck without you.

November 1 / 23:59

@Y/N:

Wrote a sad song today. It’s about a girl who misses someone but knows that he’s gone doing something great. Sounds familiar

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N Heard your song on the radio today. Started crying in the cab. Driver looked at me weird. I miss you.

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel Fell asleep listening to your interviews yesterday. Just wanted to hear you talk as though you were next to me.

November 4 / 00:01

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N Happy birthday to the very best. Thank you for learning salsa just so my dad would like you and for making me the best homemade ice cream. You transcend Eliza. You’re you, and I love you.

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel Thanks, loser! Come back home. I miss you.

November 5 / 02:05

@Y/N:

Guess who just came home for my birthday!!!!! @Lin_Manuel

@Lin_Manuel:

Good night.
Sometimes you gotta lose something to gain something even better.
I lost a pack of chicken nuggets but gained the love of my life.

JOURNAL 3 BLACKLIGHT EDITION REVEALED! (Part 1)

Today’s a special day! Today is not only Father’s Day, but Alex and Ariel Hirsch’s birthday! Let’s celebrate by cracking open your copy of Journal 3, prepping your blacklight and invisible ink pens, and jotting down everything here in the special edition so you can have a copy for yourself without resorting to eBay or shady second-hand Craigslist deals!

I was lucky number 02149 to get a copy of the special edition of Journal 3. Well, lucky as in “I could afford to buy it and pre-ordered it back in March the exact day I heard about it going on sale.” Still, I am PSYCHED to share this with everyone! Admittedly I didn’t take photos of every single page – only the ones with black-light effects that were more than ink spatters. Some I had to take [kinda big] pictures of individually, to be able to read the text properly, and others were multi-page spreads that I couldn’t resist capturing in their beautiful glowy glory.

Of course I’ll be captioning them all for you, in case you can’t download/read them. Also, there’s a few secret codes in here! But did you really expect anything less? Also also, this is a 9 page word document (not counting pics), so I’m splitting it up into 3 parts. Especially considering the size of these pictures. 

Keep reading

1. I should’ve bought more flowers for you, now I buy flowers even if today isn’t Valentine’s Day or a day with a specific meaning, in a way, every petal is imbued with an apology and every time someone leans in to smell it they can feel the parts of me that you’ve forgiven far long before I could

2. I didn’t start to feel better until I started to take better care of myself, a constant whisper of you saying “i was just worried about you”

3. You can’t let someone be your only source of happiness because once they’re gone, you’re all alone again and there’s nothing worse than starting all the way back over with yourself: square one of a broken heart multiplied by the intensity of she’s not coming back, let her go

4. Music will never betray me

5. Poetry is thinking that you’ve got it figured out and a metaphor is just your way of saying I don’t

6. Art rules the world and I am a masterpiece in progress; how can I love myself like how you did if I can’t see that little bit?

7. Lust isn’t conducive for growth, it’s like an addict trying to get his fix– some day, he’s going to break and not even the drug can help him

8. I buy myself nice things, but I can’t fill this emptiness inside of my heart– I guess some nights, I just miss being next to you

9. I still can’t get used to sleeping alone

10. Sometimes I wish I would’ve picked up your phone calls during the first few months, I broke my promise and you know something? I regret it

11. I threw away our love letters and memories two months ago, I cried the whole time– yeah, still a fool for you, but baby, we’ve changed so much, I’m happy with my unhappy

12. You once told me to go on many adventures without you, did you account for my depression? You know, I don’t blame you for any of this. In reality it was always an us thing, a too young thing, a stupid, mad love thing– as always, I still love you, I just don’t know what love is anymore

13. They were right, soulmates touch you and they change you forever– the moment a colorful paint filled brush hits the water and the figments of colors flow into the cup, you left my soul with so many seasons, I’m still raking up the leaves from last fall

14. The last time I saw you we shouldn’t have had sex, I think that night really broke you– I think that night really broke me too

15. I should’ve laid my head onto your chest and counted your heartbeats more often, I’m sorry

16. Sometimes when I talk to people and tell them random facts that you’ve filled my head up, I swear I can hear your voice echo in the back of my head– “baby, check this out, you’re gonna love it”

17. I always do

18. I still remember your favorite Harry Potter line

19. After all of this time? …Always.

20. I smoke cigarettes to think about how to think less, the fucking irony

21. I take painkillers and my excuse is that my right hand still hurts, in truth, I’m just another addict that believes if I take another maybe my heart might just start to sound like it belongs to me

22. I didn’t cut myself because I wanted to die, I cut myself open because I wanted to feel how often I made your heart break, each scar on my shoulders is a time when I’ve made you cry

23. And each night that I can’t sleep, I stay up wishing that you’re doing okay

24. I don’t pray often, but when I do, I always prayed for your mom, although she hated me, I’m so glad that she put you on this earth to allow us to meet– I have changed so much since I’ve met you

25. The crazy part? You still change me everyday

26. You know the renaissance era? Falling in love with you was like that

27. My favorite photo of us were those two kids eating a banana split at the New Orleans mall, I miss those two innocent kids, oh, how we’ve changed

28. We are destined to have this eternal flame kind of distance– the brighter I burn, the more you’ll read, the only thing that keeps me writing some days is knowing that somewhere, somehow you’re always reading, no matter who you’re with or if you’re laughing or crying or smiling

29. My number one fan was always you first

30. I’ve made so many bad decisions, you were never one of them

31. I’ve written so many bad poems, you were in every single one

32. I’ve written some pretty great ones too tho…!
You were also in those

33. I miss cleaning your eyes for you

34. I have met some amazing people because of what happened to us

35. I can’t get you by Fallbrooke the acoustic version is no longer on the internet, the funny part? The very last day that it was on the web, I downloaded it right before they removed it. It’s still my favorite song of all time, our song

36. Hold your tears by Clazziquai too

37. Sometimes when I get off from work, I sit in the car and cry, some tears don’t have meaning, they just need to come out

38. I claim to write poetry, but I feel like they’re just love letters sent to no one in particular

39. It’s not that I’m not over you, I’m just trying to get used to not needed you

40. It’s not that it hurts to the point where I can’t breathe, I’m just trying to light my own path to self-love and healing

41. The fact that your favorite color is orange, it makes the fruit taste some type of way

42. Sometimes I want to call you, but I don’t

42. Sometimes I want to text you and I do

43. Sometimes I want you to answer, I’m glad you don’t

43. Sometimes I just want to say fuck it all and call, I’m glad that I don’t

44. You stopped writing when we first met, in some way, the girl that waits by the shore has left a million pens near my desk and to this day– I wait by the shore too, just in case inspiration hits, right?

45. Our little codes of love finally decoded enough for me to not be blinded by you

46. We were both messed up people, I think we knew that about each other and maybe that’s why I always know when you’re not feeling okay

47. I still don’t have love figured out, but damn I’ll open every fucking door in my heart even if I have to go down the sewer to find every key

48. Someone says that she’s falling for me, I’m legit afraid to hurt people now– like it’s a real fear, I don’t want to hurt anyone anymore

49. I should’ve given you the stars, but instead I left your heart scattered across the universe

50. It’s been almost two year and I’m still writing about you, but at least it’s less often, right?

51. You’ve always been kinda self-centered, I think you enjoy it when I write about you. Like if I write about you in some way, maybe I’m still yours

52. We were just too damn young to realize how destructive passion, love, romance, stagnation, betrayal and pain is when mixed together

53. Sometimes I go to the places that we used to go just to create new memories without you

54. Sometimes it works

55. Most of the time, it just flicks me off

56. My brain is constantly telling me that I’m a fuck up and the more I try to get it right, the more I keep getting it wrong

57. I am trying to master the art of letting go

58. And this list is a step towards better things

59. And this life is going to be alright

60. Without you, I am still me

61. Without you, I can still breathe

62. Without you, I am still alive

63. Without you, I am still poetry

64. I can barely remember your face, I guess being around a lot of different people at work helps out plenty

65. This world is filled with pain, I hope you look back and smile about us some day

66. Maybe when you’re old and grey– you’ll remember those two young kids who slow danced in the dark

67. If we were made from the same star, I want to return home some day

68. I want to shine bright enough for the two of us

69. You’re still my best friend even if we no longer talk

70. You’ll always be my best friend

71. I still care about you

72. A whole fucking lot

73. The world is full of mysteries, I’m glad that we’re in the known, I’m glad that we’ve met

74. I hope you never regret me, you wanna know why? I could never, ever, ever, ever regret you

75. I don’t know how to open up to people anymore and I’m not sure if it’s my fault or yours– maybe this one time, it’s our fault… are you like this too?

76. I’ve been told that I’m too hard on myself, I firmly believe that one of the reason as to why we split was because I wasn’t hard enough on myself– I got too fucking comfortable with your promises and I took you for granted

77. Life waits for no one

78. I let an ex of mine break my red and black ring– she said that if I was over you, I’d let her break. I let her break it, but jokes on me, it didn’t change a thing about how I still feel about you

79. I keep writing and writing and writing because one of these days– it’ll stop being about you

80. Sometimes it works, but deep down, I know in some way, you’ll always find a way to sneak back out

81. I can’t get you out of my head sometimes

82. It’s even harder because you’re still inside of my heart

83. I saw this cool picture on Tumblr with someone cutting a piece of herself off that resembled two lovers splitting up, that shit looked like it hurt

84. Love hurts because even eating cotton candy ice cream really fast will give you a brain freeze

85. You didn’t like my rat tail idea, I grew one out just to fuck with you. Jokes on me, I love it now.

86. You never really supported the idea of me being anything, tbh, it’s not your fault. None of it is. I should’ve been my own motivation. I guess by supporting you through nursing school, I wanted to hear you say that I could do it even when I was at my lowest point.

87. I realized a few thing about loving you.

88. When you hit rock bottom, few will be loyal enough to stick it out with you

89. Money rules the world, since I’m not wealthy in any way– one day when I am, I can laugh a little about all of this

90. I think you loved our memories more than you loved me, in truth, I did too

91. Maybe that’s why it’s hard to get close to people

92. Maybe that’s why it’s hard to let you go

93. Maybe that’s why you still read

94. We had something raw and experimental, young and dumb, mistakes on top of mistakes

95. It was a perfect compass to point us to our future selves

96. I know a great many things now– although I am depressed, with or without you

97. I am great, I am strong

98. I am my own happy before anyone else’s

99. I can love myself enough to let you go

100. I had to hurt you to really, really grow–
I think to this day, that’s the thing that hurts me the most. That I had to hurt my best friend in this whole wide world, to make you crumble, to make you cry, to make you hate me– I had to do all of that in order to love myself. And it’s sad because here I am, still trying to figure it all out.



With or without you, I will be a better person.
—  100 things I figured out when we broke up
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.

Inked

Pairing - Tattoo!Bucky x Reader Modern AU

Prompt - Tattoo Shop

Summary - You’re dying to get your first tattoo but your anxiety has other plans. Could your new neighbor be the answer to all your problems?

Warnings - n/a, just adorable fluff, y’all should be used to that by now!

Word Count - 3483

Notes - Created for @bionic-buckyb AU writing challenge! Congrats on 5K Kait!
I’ve got lots of thank yous to hand out:  To @angryschnauzer for creating this amazing tattoo!Bucky moodboard for me, to @the-witching-hours12-3 for all of her help with my tattoo questions because I am clueless, to @dianelogan for always encouraging me and reading my stuff, to @bucky-plums-barnes for creating punk edits of Seb (links to originals HERE and HERE) that I stumbled upon and happily used for inspiration, and to the slo-mo tattoo video from Smarter Every Day for helping me visualize some very important details.

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“I don’t think I can do this…” No way were you gonna be able to hide the nervousness in your voice, especially not from your best friend.

“Come on, (Y/N). You’ve been talking about getting a tattoo for ages, now is the time! I promised you a birthday surprise and this is it. I’m paying for the tattoo AND I’m here for moral support, you can totally do this.” Nat was practically dragging you down the street as you began to feel more and more anxious about what was about to happen.

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guess it’s time for my first follow forever with this blog! :’) I could never imagine I would reach this milestone so fast, especially after remaking and turning my writing around. and even if numbers are not really that important, it is still heartwarming and incredibly touching to see 6,000 people giving me and my writing a (second) chance.

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It’s with great honour and gratitude to reach one thousand followers for my main/booklr/aesthetic blog. I’ve had this blog for almost a year, having that I accidentally deleted my old blog of 4 years. In the beginning, I was devastated that all my old personal blog that I’ve spent practically my whole high school life, was deleted and never retrievable but I with that, I took a deep breath, let go of that past, and started anew with this blog. A blog that I shared a specific passion in books, mythology and  other aesthetics with. This blog changed everything. With it, I met a lot of new and amazing people with the same passion as me. I’ve found more books to read, shows to watch, inspirations for art and above all, friends to connect with. And with all that, I say thank you to the following whom I admire and give praise.

To Michelle aka @perxephne
Without you, none of this would have happened. You’re the first book friend I’ve met before this blog! I credit you to helping me get into reading more, being with me through happy and hard times, and for becoming my first best internet buddy who I actually met! You’re such a kind, beautiful, sophisticated young soul. The kind you read in a Donna Tartt book. Thank you for sticking with me all this time and helping me blossom this blog to what it is.

To Diana aka @kazzriel
I am so thankful that our paths crossed and I got to know you and connect with our love of A Court of Mist and Fury along with other books like AEITA and SOC. I first reached out to you cuz we had the same name lol and being fangirling best friends makes this blog worth while a lot of the time. I want to thank you once again and a million times more for the package of books you sent me! It’s just really cool to think we’re so far apart from each other yet we’re this close. I’m so ready to fangirl about ACOWAR with you!!!!

To my GF squad aka @dirtyhandsnet
You girls changed this blog for me indefinitely. I never knew I could connect with such amazing friends and create a kind of sisterhood (or girlfriend hood?) with you girls. We connect with each other on such a high level that I don’t think most networks have. I’m so glad that I have such a supportive, caring group like you. Thank you and NMNF.

To Allie aka @alohomra
You’re such a refreshing ray of sunshine when I met you in person! I think we could have talked for hours upon hours more than what we had back then. You’re a small piece of inspiration as to why I’m going into Digital Media Design here in MB. You’re so nice and bubbly and really cool! Thank you for the being there for me!

To Jem aka @lovesclub
Thanks mom (we’ve been mutuals for the longest time and you helped me get on my feet as a booker) You’re way cooler than me.

To Simi aka @ninazcneik
I think you were one of the first 10ish people to follow me and definitely the first mutual I’ve had. You always stick out to me. I always have admired your blog and it gives a smile to see you ask for a blograte and my notes (I’ll definitely pick up The Diviners just for you, don’t worry!). It makes me proud to be close to a blog that makes beautiful edits and is so #aesthetic. We’ve silently been stuck together since the beginning so I want to credit you in the growth of this blog too!

Even though she’s inactive at the moment I want to thank Jolly aka @rhyesand
I’m so happy we started talking to each other! We’ve got more than a month’s worth of Snapchat streak and let’s never stop! You’re so cute and cool and smart and you helped me go broke with all the book buying but without it, I wouldn’t have gotten ACOWAR at 50% off?? Like wow! Thank you for being awesome!

To @mythologicalnet , vixensnet , and mermaidntw
I want to thank these Networks for accepting me! It’s great honour to be part of your networks too!


For the rest, I’d love to thank the following people for their blogs that help me build this one.

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@adampairrsh, @adamperrish, @adamsey, @adaestra, @adriansydney, @aesterea, @alekzandermorozova, @alinastakov, @alisonreynclds, @alrightpotter, @aly-naith, @aminyard, @andrewminyurd, @arctmis, @ardennttly, @arisdantes, @artemiseia, @arteomis, @ashryvaer, @asteriaria @astveria, @aphrodihe, @apcllo, @avdrewminyard, @baudelaireklause, @bb8s, @bellhound, @blcise, @bleuczerny, @bloesargent, @blsgnt, @blueganseys, @blueganseys, @bluesey-182, @bluesurgent, @bluvsargent, @breisls, @cabeswaeter, @cabeswatre, @cedricdiggoury, @chainsaw-assassin, @chxngsey, @cigarettesmokeandexyracquets, @citriene, @collinslily, @crooked-queen, @cuipid,  @czrenys, @daisycalloway, @damnitminyard, @daniellewildes, @dawncourt, @deadparrish, @demtr, @dickgasney, @dolcegf, @drogonqueen, @drunklesbian, @dvurmstrang, @edgarapoe. @elains, @eterniety, @etherealae, @exyjosten, @faeyre, @faeyries, @fcyre, @feyrearcheron, @feysanded, @fleurrdelacour, @fleuvrdelacour, @fourmillionkruge, @foxhoescourt, @foxhole-way, @francesjanvier, @ganceys, @ganszey, @gcldentrios, @gcrdcn, @ginnyv, @ginnyweaslsy, @glitterdower, @greatganseys, @greywaren, @gwcnllians, @gxnnyweasley, @haermes, @havilliard, @hayleylkiyoko, @heartrenderatheart, @heartrnder, @heart-brekker, @hecaites, @heistia, @herimone, @herxnstairs, @highfaerys, @hsinfully, @hufflevpuff, @huntzbergrs, @hynpos

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@ilsirius, @illuminosity, @inejgaffas, @inejjghafas, @jamespottver, @jcssdavis, @jcstcns, @jeansmoreau, @jeremoreau, @jeremynox, @jespefrahey, @jesperfaehey, @jesperfaheyy, @jesperfehay, @jesprefahey, @julietcapulaet, @julieteferars, @julietteferrarrs, @julietteswarner, @juqheadjonesiii, @katiebells, @kazbrekkev, @kazbrxkkers, @kazheartbrekker, @kazrietvelds, @kazrrietveld, @kazzbrekkers, @kellls, @kerouc,  @kestrelofthenorth, @ketterdcm, @kettercrows, @kettersdam,  @kindvillains, @kvndav, @lilabard, @lilabarrd, @lillabard, @lindseymorgan, @lonan-rynch, @loranhale, @lorencobalts, @loveskaz, @maelide, @maenons, @maevencalore, @maraudre, @mcnstress, @mendcza, @mermaeid, @merflk, @minyardx, @mjnyard, @monmouth-manufacturing, @mooncourt, @mrozova, @mrpheus, @mydarlinginej, @neiljosteq, @neljostns, @nikolailatnsov, @ninaezenik, @ninahelvaar, @ninaszcnik, @ninazaenik, @ninazenirk, @noahccerny, @noahczerney, @noahczerny, @nomournersnofunerals, @nymphadcra, @nikolai-lantsov, @ofwelshkings, @ohbrekker, @ohczerny, @ohrhysand, @ohsturmhond, @ohvaltersen, @okayodysseus, @olympius, @orlasargent, @oydsseus, @oylmpians, @padmepatil, @palmetostate, @patrioclus, @patroiclus, @pcrcy, @percyjacksou, @persephnne, @persrephone, @poethry, @poisonharleiy, @prettyminyard, @primriose, @pureblud, @puresblood

q-z
@queencarstairs, @queenvictoriaroyalty, @quidittch, @qveenaelin, @qveenofthenight, @raavenboys, @raevnclaw, @ravkan, @ravnsclaw, @reetvelds, @reneevvlkr, @retourneralamer, @reynlds, @rhysahd, @rhysand-you-smooth-fucker, @richardesgansey, @richardgansvy, @richardiiigansey, @rikomoriyamaa, @ronunlinch, @rosecallaway, @rovinsky, @ryhsand, @rykemedows, @saintkaz, @sanabakkxush, @sarrgentblue, @savagekaz, @saverichardcampbellganseyiii, @scorpusmalfoy, @siriusblacc, @sixcfcrows, @six-of-crows, @softfeyre, @softghafas, @softmoonlights, @softprongs, @sons-of-ilios, @spiderinej, @spookyamren, @startouchd, @stormborn, @sxofcrows, @thaleias, @thaliagraced, @thebooknymph, @theravcnboys, @theunseeliecourt, @thominho, @trialsofapollo, @troysivan, @tvvinkletoes, @tylerjosephs, @victorvalc, @vildes, @vvilde, @vvinterhayle, @warlockrune, @warners, @wayland, @waywardbutonward, @wespers, @wildhvnt, @williamherxndale, @winonaryder, @wvylanvaneck, @wylanvansunshine, @wylanvanwrecked, @wylenvanek, @zenikss

[FANACCT] 170611 KNK “해달별" Fansign Experience at 제일라아트홀 (Fanboy)

Hi again! 

I’m here with my fanaccount for KNK’s fansign during their “해달별" promotions.

This was a notably important fansign for me because I’m pretty sure this is my last fansign event before I leave Korea on the 22nd…

I’m so sad. ㅠㅠ

Anyway, it was a really awesome event and I’m glad I got to see my favorite group up close and personal again.

I did a video about their fansign before during “U” era too.

Without further ado, let’s get started!

KNK’s fansigns are getting more competitive nowadays, with fans buying more than 10 albums to have a chance to get in. I originally bought 9 albums, but after seeing a fan next to me at the CD store buy 10, I bought 3 more, totaling up to 12 albums overall. And I got in!

On the day of the fansign, I found the building where it was held and headed to the B2 floor. Some fans were waiting to get in, but the staircase and entrance was rather narrow. I showed my Alien Registration Card to verify my identification (though a passport works just as well) and the staff told me to pick a card that was on the table. The assorted cards were all face-down, and this was to determine my seat number. I got number 63. 

I took my seat, but the rows of chairs were all close together and narrow too, not allowing much room. This was a noticeable inconvenience when fans had to squeeze past each other in the rows. I spent a huge amount of time before coming to prepare a fanletter for my bias Seungjun, so I had to write down all the post-its for the members that I would put in my album.

Soon the members appeared and the fansign went underway. They looked so handsome as always, but they look especially good with the suits in this era aghhhh. 

Sorry that my picture’s quality isn’t too good, but this is how the fansign was conducted. The order was: Jihun→Inseong→Seungjun→Youjin→Heejun

MEMBER INTERACTIONS (with pictures and gifs!)

I’ll fast-forward to the interactions I had with each member. I’m sorry that I forgot some things that happened, but in the thick of the moment, it’s hard to process and take in everything that happened (for me). Luckily, I met someone at the fansign that was kind enough to take a video of me when I went through this great experience. I was really nervous again, because they’re my favorite group and this was my last time, so I was even more anxious. 

JIHUN

So leader Jihun was first this time around~ Actually he was rather quiet today as well; when I met him at a fansign last year, he was rather soft-spoken too. But it’s not necessarily a bad thing. I pointed to the questions I had brought for him on the post-its and told him I was a part of an international KNK fan group on Facebook, and I gathered some questions other Tinkerbells wanted to know about KNK. He was listening and then all of a sudden, said, “Ah. International,” in English. THAT WAS FREAKING CUTE AHH. He was really handsome up-close, though. He looked mature and cool when he was in thinking mode, but then he lapsed into squishy mode when he smiled and it was just adorable.

He really thought deeply about the questions I wrote. I guess he had to think a lot about how to answer them. But another factor was that time was really limited and the staff members were quite strict so they moved our albums to the next member by force, cutting our time short. 

Blue post-it note:
Q: Which member is really the closest to Jihun-hyung…?
A: I’m close with all but umm… Heejun?!
Jihun had some trouble answering this question but dang, I didn’t expect him to think so seriously about it. ㅠㅠ I’m sorry if I had to make you pick a favorite! I know you all love each other LOL. 

Yellow post-it note:
Q: Where do you draw the inspiration when you make the choreography (for KNK)?
A: There’s just times when suddenly… Ttak! 
I forgot what other little things we said after he answered those, but I had to move on. I gave him high-fives as a farewell and moved over to… Inseong!

INSEONG

Next was my second bias, Inseong. I greeted him by saying, “Inseonggie hyung~” hahaha because he’s just a fun, cool guy. He grinned and asked, “Hyung?” I SWEAR THIS WAS SO REMINISCENT WHEN I FIRST MET HIM in person when he asked me, “Am I hyung?” LOL. But he is just killing the visual game nowadays. He looked especially handsome today. He asked me where I’m from and I told him America, more specifically Hawaii. 

Bottom post-it note:
Q: Is there a place you really want to visit (vacation-wise)?
A: Hawaii

That’s probably why he cleverly wrote his answer as “Hawaii” for my question, but I’m not complaining! Inseong is really easy to talk to. 
I told him that his hairstyle for this concept suits him very well and that he looks really handsome. He was really happy to hear a compliment and ahhh he was just an excited hamster. I assured him that he was already handsome but now, even more. I basically complimented him a lot because he deserves more love and attention!!

Top post-it note:
Q: The most difficult point of this promotion…?

A: Live…!?

He explained that singing live was one of the toughest parts of promotions. I asked why, and he said it’s because he has to sing rather high. I understand him because him singing the chorus in “해달별" while dancing pretty vigorously looked really tiring… But he pulled it off! I told him he was really good and that he’s doing well. I feel like he was insecure a little about his performance as a vocalist and how well he does and I wanted to reassure him. It was time to move on so I told him bye~ Inseong really does have a warm heart and he’s such a nice person please give him lots of affection and reassurance

SEUNGJUN *BIAS ALERT*

*sigh* I really can’t express how great and caring Seungjun is. I can tell he truly loves and adores his fans, and it shows from the way he treats them. He said my name like, “Junior?” in a cute tone and I said cutely too, “Seungjunnie-hyung~” AHAHAHAHA. He immediately looked at my questions and more antics ensued.

Blue post-it note:
Q: POKEMON or DIGIMON, you can only choose one
A: *marks Pokemon* but went the extra mile to show his UNCONDITIONAL PREFERENCE FOR DIGIMON LIKE WHAT THE NOOOOOOO

Yellow post-it note:
Q: Is there a member you want to live with for the rest of your life?
A: Inseong Jihun

At first, he took a look at the blue note and I reiterated, “You can only choose one!” Without hesitation, he answered, “Digimon!” I was like WHAT THE HECK, NO YOU CAN’T CHOOSE DIGIMON OVER POKEMON OMGG.

He was so firm, he was like, “Digimon~” in a cute tone and I told him, “Why??” He seemed a bit sympathetic and marked Pokemon, but said, “Digimon~” again and decorated a box around the word Digimon. DANG IT SEUNGJUN. I was like OTL because I came dressed in a Squirtle hoodie because I thought he loved Pokemon more but that happened. I mockingly complained, “I came dressed like this too…” Seungjun chuckled and then proceeded to gently grab my arm and draw a little heart on the Squirtle patch design on my hoodie!!!

SJ: *in a Korean accent* Hearteu~
I internally died at this cute action like I AM NEVER WASHING THIS HOODIE AGAIN LOL

I also made sure to give him the letter I worked on. He then looked at my second post-it, which he thought about for a moment. At first, Seungjun wrote Inseong, so I asked him why. He said because Inseong is funny. BUT THEN LAST MINUTE Seungjun scratches out Inseong’s name and writes Jihun AND HE DIDN’T EVEN GIVE A REASON WHY LOL. So that made think like HMMMMM this ship really sails itself huh… Now I had to tell him that this was pretty much my last chance to see them…

Me: Actually, on the 22nd, I’m leaving Korea, so this is my last chance to see you guys. I’m really glad I got to see you guys often while I was here.
SJ: *in a cute pleading voice* Don’t go~ (AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH)
Me: I don’t wanna leave either!

And then this happened.


OMG I was so flustered when he asked when I’ll be back with that cheeky smile that I accidentally lapsed into English hahahaha. He probably didn’t understand what I said, but I had to move on ㅠㅠ!! Wait for me Seungjun, I’ll be back!! I really want to cry now… Hahahaha. And it ended cutely because I kept shaking his hand, and then…

Thank goodness. He is the best and he’s always so sweet!!

YOUJIN

Okay I’m going to start off my account of Youjin because right when I got to him, he asked me, “Are you a fan of Seungjun?” BWAHAHAHA he called me out!! I told him that I liked all the members but yeah, Seungjun was my fave… If he noticed that, then wow… 

And then it was like another round of deja vu because I told him I was from Hawaii and that he should come, and he replied, “I want to go too!” LIKE THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT WE SAID LAST YEAR AT THE FIRST FANSIGN LOL.

He looked over my questions and I told him they were from other international fans. He got super excited over the Overwatch question and his inner fanboy came out. 

Yellow post-it note:
Q: Which heroes (do you use) when you play Overwatch?
A: Roadhog, Reinhardt, and… the last part was a bit illegible but I think he wrote the name of a Korean Overwatch player named 후아유. [If anyone wants to help me out with deciphering that, it’d be much appreciated~]

He was so happy when talking about his mains for OW, but I had to tell him that I actually didn’t know the game at all loooool. I wish I could’ve nerded out with him but idk ㅋㅋㅋ He even asked me, “Isn’t Overwatch quite popular in America?” lmaooo which is true but yeah, I’m clueless.

Blue post-it note:
Q: What are you most afraid of??
A: Bugs! 1인칭 horror game.

So Youjin seems to be the least fearful in the group so I also wanted to know what scares him. He wrote “bugs” and I couldn’t believe like this guy didn’t flinch for the ghost prank or a VR zombie slashing him but he’s afraid of insects??

I’m not judging tho but dang.AND OKAY I SEARCHED UP THE HORROR GAME HE TALKED ABOUT AND THAT SHIZ IS NO JOKE.

OH HELLLLLL NOOOOO YOU CAN COUNT ME OUT OF THIS GAME CUZ SHIZ I WOULD PISS MYSELF DURING THIS VR EXPERIENCE

But Youjin is a cool chill guy who loves gaming so hit him up yo

HEEJUN

Heejun, Heejun, Heejun. You never know how he’ll be like. I heard from a friend that he’s different every time which is kinda true. The first time I met him, he was comical but on the quiet side, and we were kinda awkward… BUT THIS TIME WAS JUST OMG LOL.
He spoke some English to me even though I was talking to him in Korean which was cute. He said things like, “Where are you from?” and “Really?” Soooo silly. I complimented him on his English pronunciation and I DIDN’T NOTICE THIS UNTIL MY FRIEND SHOWED ME THE FOOTAGE SHE TOOK AND-

OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGG. Heejun’s also quite chill but he’s so funny agh.

Yellow post-it note: 
Q: Is there a concept you want to try?
A: BTS’ Blood, Sweat, Tears 
hOLY SHIZ IS IT WEIRD THAT I CAN ALREADY IMAGINE HEEJUN IN THAT KIND OF CONCEPT? he already bares his chest sometimes like omfg and I can totally see him pulling it off like shiz I AM READY

Blue post-it note:
Q: Heejun-ah~ Please write down your favorite color!!
A: Black, gray
Heejun forgot because he even asked himself out loud, “Which colors do I like?” I told him, “Why don’t you know??” HAHAHA. 

I told him I was l was leaving soon and he just replied, “When will you be back?” LOL. IDK, I wish I knew, then I wouldn’t have to leave y’all ㅠㅠ I told him bye and he was like, “bye bye!!!” 

Later on, the members picked random seat numbers from a box and the chosen fans could take a selca with them. SO LUCKYY. I WASN’T CHOSEN BUT UGH IT’S OKKK. 

Then they played 공기, which is a Korean bean game similar to Jacks. Jihun got really competitive and he almost kicked the stage LMAOOOO. Seungjun was really bad at it and he ended up last. Youjin was first, followed by Inseong, Heejun and finally Jihun secured a place by a hair. Seungjun’s punishment was dancing to their title track with aegyo LOOOOOL he tried his best but he looked so awkward omg

And that was it.
My last fansign with them.

I love them so much, because they’re all so wholesome and show their personalities unabashedly. All of them are SO DIFFERENT and the dynamics are just so interesting and charming. 

SORRY I cut it a little at the end but I have to go to class ㅠㅠ I’ll tweak this a bit later maybe but I hope y’all enjoyed this!!!!

thank you

So back in April I never got the chance to celebrate my one year for this blog. There ain’t much to celebrate tho since this blog is trash and all I do is worship Wonho’s ass and talk about D 24/7 (I’m so sorry I’m shameless) but I really really wanted to make a post for all the amazing people I’ve met on here, and how much you all mean to me even though I never express any form of compassion or love and majority of the time mask it with insults hahaha

But to those who know me by now should know I do it because I like you and you have a special place in my hitlist ok

Before I start I just want to throw in how much I greatly appreciate everyone that follows my blog. I know I haven’t been active in so long and I haven’t posted a fic in ages and I’m so sorry for that. There’s been some little things here and there that have piled up and it’s taken a toll on me but hey, everyone has some rough bumps in the road and I know this and I know there will be better days, and it has gotten way better. 

For anyone that has dealt with any anxiety or depression or any sense of feeling as though it’s hopeless, I hope you know that you’re strong and you are important and here for a reason and somewhere out there, either near or far there is someone out there who wants you here and who also loves you for who you are. And if at any time you feel alone or find yourself in a tough situation, I want you to know you can always come and talk to me. And I’m not saying that just to say it, I seriously mean it. I do work and I do go to school so it may take some time for me to respond, but don’t ever feel like you can’t talk to me. One thing I actually hoped for in this blog when I made it was to help people, because I know that some (but not all) people think of Tumblr as a safe haven, and I could say I made it myself for the sake of running away from my own problems.

And here I am now, drowning myself with pictures of hot kpop guys but also meeting probably the best people I couldn’t have possibly lived without. I know we’re online friends and don’t even know each other in real life, but just know that you’ve all made a huge impact on my life and I really thank you guys. There are people I haven’t talked to much or at all, but I hope at some point in our lives we can talk about something as small as what we had for lunch today or to how big we think Jungkook’s schlong is cuz come on I know we’re all wondering the same fucking thing and I need answers too girl and it could turn out to be a beautiful friendship

Anyways, thank you thank you THANK YOU all so much for following me, giving me a chance, liking my fics, sending a sweet ask, talking to me, thank you all so much. I appreciate every little thing I get on here and I just love everyone and hope you stick around while I’m still glorifying Wonho’s ass every day. 

I’m so sorry for already making it so long but it’s about to get way longer and personal so I’m just going to cut it here so the post won’t get so annoying on everyone’s dash lol

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Greek Tragedy (Peter Parker)

Originally posted by tomhollanddaily

Pairing: Peter Parker x Actor!Reader

Warning: None
Summary: Y/n is in the school play and Peter is on the tech crew, that is, until the main lead gets in a bit of an accident and Y/n tries to convince Peter to take his place, since Peter had been the one helping Y/n go over lines for so long
Author: Dizzy
A/N: You guys, I’m back! I have missed you all! I have been totally swamped with school stuff and personal issues, but now that I’m on summer break, I am back in action! This song is inspired by “Greek Tragedy” by the Wombats

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“Y/n, slow down, please.” Peter begged as he placed a hand on your shoulder.

“Blaine, he broke his leg after falling off his motorcycle yesterday and we don’t have anyone to play the roll of Oedipus.” You stammered while you tried to finish your make up. “Crap! I’m late for rehearsal!”

“But you’re half ready!” Peter replied. 

“Just grab my purse and shove all my make up in it! I’ll do it in the cab. Let me just get my dress on.” You said quickly, not caring to cover yourself as you tore off your shirt and shorts before you put on the sleek white dress you always wore to rehearsals.

You looked back at Peter and were surprised when his eyes met yours while you zipped up your dress. You couldn’t help but feel a blush rise to your cheeks as you tore your eyes away from Peter and you felt his eyes still linger, sending your heart into a turmoil of fast beatings.

“Are you ready?” You asked quietly, pulling your shoes on and heading towards the door. 

“Y-yeah. You?” 

“I’m ready as I’ll ever be. Bex is gonna be pissed that we’re late though.”

“Who cares? She’s always pissed off about something.”

You laughed, the cheerful sound like a happy tune in Peter’s ears. “You’re right. But, she’s incredibly pissed that we don’t have an Oedipus for our Greek tragedy.”

“Why don’t you guys just get Duke to do it?” Peter asked before hailing a cab.

“Because Duke couldn’t even be a good tree if he tried. Plus, he doesn’t even know the lines and can’t learn them in under a week.” You explained, a bit exasperated as you climbed into the cab, Peter following close behind.

“Don’t you guys have an understudy?”

“We used to, but Lucas dropped out of the production last month. If only we could find someone that knew the lines…” You trailed off as you tapped a finger dramatically against your chin. 

“Y/n… don’t you dare ask…”

“Peter,” You started, placing a hand on your friend’s, “will you be a dear and please play Oedipus? You know all the lines since you helped me practice for Jocasta.” 

The look you gave Peter, the little puppy eyes you always gave when you wanted something made his stomach turn and his head turn loose. He couldn’t say no to something like that. Could he play Oedipus? Or could he chicken out and play the Spiderman card to duck out of it? It had meant so much to you, and he didn’t have the heart to say no. 

That was went a light sting set his skin on fire as you slapped his face lightly, knocking the sense out of him. 

“You have two seconds to say yes or no, cause we’re here.”

“I’ll do it.”

You gasped and grinned brightly, a grin that seemed to cause Peter to have an arrhythmia. “You’ll do it?! Oh, darling, you’re the best!”

You quickly threw your arms around him before tumbling out of the cab, dragging Peter behind you. You pushed open the doors to the theater and let out a sigh. 

“Sorry I’m late! But, it seems as though I found us a new Oedipus!”

“Seriously, Y/n?!” Bex, your director, exclaimed, approaching you and Peter. “I was gonna be pissed that you were late, but this news cleans the slate. Who’d you find?”

“Peter.” You stated, motioning towards the boy as you released his hand from yours. 

Peter took a quick glance down at his now empty hand before looking up at Bex. “I know I’m not the acting type, but I know all the words, if that helps anything.”

“God, kid, you’re a life saver. I honestly could kiss you right now, but for now, that’s Y/n’s job because we are just going over a kissing scene with Oedipus and Jocasta.” Bex explained as both you and Peter turned red. “Don’t just stand there! Let’s get to it!”

As you and Peter made your way to the stage, he gave you a look. “I can’t believe you made me to do this.” 

You looked at him innocently, using a matching tone. “What do you mean? I didn’t make you do anything.”

“Oh, don’t play that game with me, Y/n.” Peter stated. “You know your magic eyes got me to do this.”

“Oh, magic eyes you say? I didn’t realize I was that beautiful.” You said jokingly. 

“You don’t realize a lot of things.” Peter replied, getting into his position.

You raised a confused brow and opened your mouth to ask what he meant by that when he started to rehearse the scene, inch by inch getting closer before you even realized that his lips were on yours. 

The chemistry between you was the first thing that shocked you, not how soft his lips were or how strong his arms were as they wrapped around you. Your character was strong, but your knees had gone weak and your head had gone loose and all the while, Peter was going over how much he hated his part and loved the ecstasy your shared kiss had given him. 

Time may had slowed for you, but it went on for the world as you two pulled away, and your crew erupted into heartfelt applause. 

“Amazing! Just amazing!” Bex exclaimed. “I’ve never seen any couple of people play the parts with that much emotion as you two just did. 

You blushed and nudged Peter, who was too busy coming down from the high that he was on to notice. “Well, Peter and I are glad you liked it. We’re really happy to be part of this production. Right, Peter.”

“You got it.”

“Well, why don’t you two take five, go over some notes while the crew and I set up the next scene?”

“Sure thing, boss.” You smiled before turning to Peter. “So, what’d you think? This acting thing isn’t so bad, now is it?”

“It’s not so bad when I get to kiss the girl of my dreams.” Peter stated before he turned red and stammered. “I-I mean, yeah, acting’s not so bad when I get to share the stage with my friend.”

You gasped quietly before your smile turned into a grin and you let out a laugh. “That was a terrible save, Peter. But, a cute attempt nonetheless.” You took a step towards the boy so that only an inch of space was between your chests. “How about we practice that kiss some more, maybe over dinner?”

Musical Screening Q&A

 HUGE thanks to @jjosh-lyman​ / johnsfkennedys (twitter) for sending me her audio recording from the post-screening q&a. ** Please note: the first few minutes are missing and I transcribed this to the best of my abilities **

1. What’s it like working with Ginny?

Josh: It’s been… It’s been.. What has it been?

Ginny: Magical? (Audience laughs)

Josh: (laughs) It’s been magical.  No, it has, it’s been–

Ginny: The best thing that’s ever happened to you! (Audience laughs)

Josh: It’s been, it has been a magical situation. You’re working with another actor who knows you so well. You can be very vulnerable, you can be very open, you can be very brave, you can do all those kinds of things. So yeah, it’s a real gift.

Moderator: I’m feeling the feels, y’all, are you?

2. What is your favorite Disney character or movie?

Adam: This will sound phony, but it is Snow White. (Audience goes aw) 

Ginny: Right answer again!

Adam: It’s true!

Josh: I’m really glad we came to you.

Adam: It was the first movie that I remember seeing as a child and it clearly made an impression.

Ginny: I really like Zootopia because of um– (Audience laughs - can’t hear the rest of her answer) An equally savvy answer would be that we’re very partial to Winnie the Pooh. Pooh was my very first boyfriend and Josh, here, read the entire first Winnie the Pooh book to my belly when I was pregnant with my eldest and that was the first movie that Oliver saw. Then we accidentally bought Sterling Holloway’s house and he was Winnie the Pooh (note: he was the voice actor), so that’s kind of a crazy story. So yeah, Pooh’s got a whole thing. There’s a whole three-line of Pooh in our lives.

Josh: Or we stalk him. (Audience laughs)

Moderator: How about you, David?

David: I am fond of Maleficent and the whole Sleeping Beauty thing.

Moderator: Eddy?

Eddy: I’m gonna go with Alice in Wonderland and just because I like it. (Audience laughs)

3. Back to the musical, even though the songs are new and original, do you take inspiration from the Disney characters the actors portray?

Adam: It’s more like we’ve taken inspiration from the way our actors have realized these characters on the show. You know, we use the disney movies and animated films as a jumping off point, but every one of them has made it their own. So when we started this process, they sat down with Alan and Michael and we really all tried to work together to tailor everything specifically to who these characters are on our show and those guys did an amazing job with the songs and these guys did alright singing them. (Audience laughs)

Eddy: The idea was each episode has the tone of the character so a Snow/Charming episode is different than a Rumple. I think Alan and Michael really captured kind of the character, they were fans of the show, and then the tone & inspiration for each one.

David: Also it was about returning to a S1 feel for all of these characters, which speaks to how we were introduced to them and what the actors brought to those characters, kinda going to really the heart of when we met them and putting it into song.

Moderator: Awesome. So deep. (Audience laughs)

4. For Josh & Ginny, if you could be any other character besides the one you play currently on OUAT, who would it be?

Josh: I’ve always said Rumplestiltskin for sure. Just because Bobby, the actor, gets to play such a huge range. I just think that would be a whole lot of fun.

Ginny: I would be Henry because I wouldn’t have to wear a wig and that would be the closest I would ever get to playing Harry Potter. (Audience laughs)

5. What’s your Disney favorite ride or attraction?

Ginny: Haunted Mansion.

Josh: Pirates.

Eddy: Pirates! Haunted Mansion too, it’s close.

Josh: I also like Indiana Jones.

Adam: It’s a tie between Pirates and Star Tours. There’s like 94 possibilities.

(Someone said Space Mountain - can’t tell who. Maybe David.)

Eddy: The Buena Vista Commissary. There’s a salad bar like right down Dopey Ave. (Audience laughs)

6. Which characters were the most exciting to create a song for?

Josh: (clears throat loudly) Answer honestly!

Alan & Michael (note: I can’t tell which is which): I mean, Zelena was… Yeah.

Josh: Alright, nice to see you (note: I assume he gets up halfway as a joke)

A&M: We had to test you there.

Eddy: It’s hard to say who.. It’s like your favorite child.

Ginny: Us obviously. (Audience laughs)

Eddy: I think, for us, it was really just exciting to do as many as we could. You know, I think we weren’t sure how many songs we could take on, we weren’t sure we could do any of it and, you know, literally these guys wrote 7 original songs and they started meeting in December so… if you have a birthday or anniversary coming up, Alan & Michael~

Moderator: Anything to add, David?

David: Nope. (Audience laughs)

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Studio Ghibli & Mr. Miyazaki starters

- suggested by Anonymous and pulled from various films/sources

  • “You cannot alter your fate. However, you can rise to meet it”
  • “A heart’s a heavy burden”
  • “I’ve got something I want to protect - it’s you”
  • “I think we ought to live happily ever after”
  • “Once you’ve met someone, you never really forget them. It just takes a while for your memories to return”
  • “It will protect you. It’s made from the threads your friends wove together”
  • “Nothing that happens is ever forgotten, even if you can’t remember it”
  • “We need to find our own inspiration. Sometimes, it’s not easy”
  • “I make friends, then suddenly I can’t bear to be with any of them”
  • “Here’s another curse: may all your bacon burn!”

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Love and Trust Part 1/2 (Lafayette x BritishSpy!Reader)

Requested By: @lunettedisdemonsa

Summary: After you decided to support England in their fight against the colonies, you sign up to become a spy. After being sent to the colonies to discover Washington’s battle plans, you never thought you would meet a group of four men that would change your life. Who knew you would fall in love along the way?

Time Period: Hamiltime

Warnings: Implied smut, but it is not graphic at all, I mean I feel like no one will pick up on it.

Words: 4286

A/N: Hello!! I am finally done writing this part and ready to post it, and guys I am super excited for you to read it! The moment I read the prompt I knew I had to write this. This is part one out of two, so let me know if you would like to be tagged in the next (and final) part. To the user who requested this, I hope this is what you wanted, I’m sorry for the wait, and I hope you all enjoy. Have a fabulous day!!

Tag List: @arisu-chan003 @pearltheartist


From a young age you there were two things that you believed would always be true. The first was that England would always be your home. It was the place you grew up and you always thought it would be where you would grow old with your family. The second was that you and your brother would be best friends, never separated.

Unfortunately, the second thought was rudely ripped from you. When the colonies declared war on England, your brother enlisted right away. He wanted to protect his country and his family. Although you begged and pleaded with him to not go, he still departed anyway, but before he left, he promised you that he would return safe and sound.

Weeks later, there had been no word from your brother, and you were extremely worried. However, during that time you kept yourself busy and stayed strong. It wasn’t until a nervous looking, young man stood at your door holding an envelope did you finally break down.

Inside the envelope was a letter from your brother’s commander, stating that your brother had been shot in battle and died honorable. He offered his deepest condolences, but that wouldn’t bring your brother back. From that point forward, you promised yourself that you would as much as possible to support the cause your brother had so valiantly fought for.

At first, you worked with other woman and raised money to send to the troops, but that wasn’t enough. In your mind, you felt like you weren’t doing enough. It wasn’t until your heard some soldiers talking about spies, did you get your inspiration.

You headed to the local enrollment station and told them that you wished to be a British spy. It came as a surprise when they nodded and took you to a back room, to fill out the necessary papers. Not long after, a man in uniform came to give you your instructions.

“On behalf of the King’s army, I want to thank you for your service. However, you do realize the danger you will be in?”  he asked you, seriously.

You nodded. “Yes, I do, but I don’t care about the risks I want to do whatever possible to help England win the war. I want to honor my brother.” you explained.

The commander listened to your explanation and when you finished, he began to give you more details.  

“You will be sent overseas to the colonies, and once there, you will pose as a nurse in George Washington’s army. It will be your job to gather any and all information on strategies for upcoming battles.” 

You nodded to show your understand and curtsied before the man left. From there, you were giving papers that contained your information, a small sum of money to use in the colonies, and a ticket for a ship that was New York bound.

The next day, you stood on the ship and watched England fade into the distance. It was the only home you had ever known, and here you were leaving it all behind. However, you kept reminding yourself that it was for a good reason. You looked up at the sky and prayed that your brother would protect you for what was to come.

When the ship docked in New York, you first took notice of how busy everything was compared to England. After checking into the nurse’s station at General Washington’s army, you walked around trying to find a good place to start your mission.


You stood in the local patriot bar, glancing around nervously. Although you felt prepared, you were scared that you would let your brother down. After just staring off into space for a good few minutes, you shook the negative thoughts from your head and walked around.

All you needed to do was find a soldier who could easily let slip General Washington’s plans. As you glanced around, most men drinking looked solemn and most likely wanted to be left alone. That was when you spotted a group of four men havening a grand time, like the war wasn’t going on.
“Perfect.” you thought.

You made your way towards their table and “tripped” in front of them. Their attentions were immediately drawn to helping you. The man closest to you offered

“Mademoiselle, are you alright?” he questioned, his French accent thick.

“Uh…” you muttered, looking into the eyes of the incredibly handsome man in front of you. Quickly, you regained your composure, remembering your cover. “Yes, I’m fine. Thank you.”

“If you don’t mind me asking, what is a beautiful mademoiselle like yourself doing here?” he asked, feeling the dame pull towards you that you felt towards him.

“Well, I’m a new nurse for General Washington’s army. I was looking to introduce myself, but most men here don’t want to be disturbed.” You explained, not letting yourself slip on your story.

“In that case, please join us, Mademoiselle…” he trailed off, silently asking for your name, as he ignored the looks from his friends.

“(y/n) Smith, and thank you Mr.…” you introduced.

“Oh, je suis désolé. My name is Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier de La Fayette, Marquis de La Fayette.“ he laughed at your reaction to his long name. “but please call me Lafayette.” He told you as he offered you a seat at his table.
“Miss (y/n), these are my friends: Alexander Hamilton, John Laurens, and Hercules Mulligan.” Lafayette pointed to each man as he named them. “Mon amis, this is Miss (y/n) Smith.”

“Miss Smith, you have a very prominent English accent, yet you are working with us rebels?” Alexander asked, looking at you suspiciously along with Hercules.

You could feel your palms becoming sweaty, but you remained cool and collected. “I am from England, but I ran away from home. I didn’t agree with my parent’s views, so I came here to offer my help to the Revolution.” you lied, giving a sad look to make your story more convincing.

The boys looked at you sadly until the one with freckles, John, spoke up. “Well we are glad to have you here.” he exclaimed, merrily.

“Yes, we will be your family, mademoiselle.” Lafayette stated, throwing an arm around your shoulders. You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks.

“We’ll take care of you, as long as you help us when we get wounded.” Hercules chuckled, and Alexander offered you a comforting smile.

A smile graced your face and a warm feeling filled your body. These four men had just met you and they were willing to take you into their makeshift family.

“Snap out of it (y/n).” you thought. “You have a job to do.” You scolded yourself.

The night wore on and you laughed and had a great time with your new friends. It was the most fun you had had since the war started. Eventually, John had drunk a little too much.

On the walk, back to the tents, John stumbled around, a happy drunk.
“(y/n), o’ beautiful (y/n), give me a good night kiss?” he pleaded, leaning closer to you, lips puckered.

“Maybe another time, John.” You giggled and pushed him back towards Alexander and Hercules.

The two men wrapped an arm around John to support him. “We should get him back to the tents. “Hercules sighed.

“I’ll finish walking (y/n) back to her tent!” Lafayette exclaimed excitedly, as he linked your arm through his.

You bid Alex and Hercules a goodnight and thanked them for their kindness. A comfortable silence fell between you and Lafayette until you reached the outside of your tent. You turned to face him and smiled while looking into his beautiful eyes.

“May I see you again, (y/n)?” he asked and you felt your heat skip a beat.

“You may, Monsieur.” You smiled and he appreciated the attempts of using his native language.

“How about a good night kiss?” he asked, mocking john.

To his surprise, you stood on your toes and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek. You whispered a goodnight and rushing into your tent, leaving behind a dazed Lafayette. That night, you laid in bed, only thinking of the Frenchman who had stolen your heart.


The week that followed, was one of the best of your life, despite being in the middle of a war. You were able to get closer to Lafayette and his friends, but mainly Lafayette. Most of the time you forgot you were supposed to be collecting vital information for the British.

You were give a harsh reminded after your first check-I, when the British officer asked what you had learned, you meekly told him nothing.

“That’s not why you are here!” he yelled. “You’ll have to do better for next time.” He warned and left.

You waited a few minutes and then left so as not to raise suspicion. It seemed like you would have to steer the conversation in a more military direction.

Once you arrived back to camp, Lafayette looked relieved. “Mademoiselle, where have you been?” he inquired.

“Oh, I was just taking a walk.” you lied, nervous he would see straight through you.

“Next time, S'il vous plaît, tell me and I will accompany you. It is not safe for a woman to be walking around alone. I would never forgive myself if something happened to you and I could have  prevented it.” he admitted.

“And you’ll never forgive me if you find out where I really was.” you thought bitterly, but responded. “Of course, I’m sorry for worrying you. It’s really sweet.” you told him with a flirty smile.

The next time you and the boys were all together wasn’t for a few days. They were all stressed out, especially Alex, being the General’s Right Hand Man. You were also stressed out between tending to dying soldiers and trying to steal battle plans.

The five of you were sitting in the same bar you met, talking about nothing in particular when you brought up the topic. “When do you think the British will attack again? It’s been quite a while, and I’m getting nervous.” you said, innocently.

“Not sure.” John answered through a mouthful of food and you sighed.

“But don’t worry,” Hercules added. “We’re planning to sneak up on their nearest camp by crossing the Hudson River from the south.” he explained and you smiled internally.

Later on, everyone left leaving and Lafayette alone. You failed to notice the sly smirks that Alex, John, and Hercules gave Lafayette as the walked away.

“(y/n),” he started looking quite nervous, but grabbed your small hand in his larger one. “I understand this may be incredibly forward, but I so enjoy your company. You are so beautiful, and kind, and intelligent,” he complimented, looking into your (y/e/c) eyes like they were the stars in the night sky. “Would, um, would you give me the honor of allowing me to court you?” he finally asked.

You looked at him with the brightest smile, so take aback by his confession. you took his hand and squeezed it before answering. “Of course, Lafayette, I would love that.” you squealed.

He beamed at you and went in to hug you. You, on the other hand, had a very different idea. You placed your hands on his cheeks and kissed him on the lips. It was pure magic, like fireworks were going off in your mind.

When the two of you pulled away for air, you blushed. Neither of you said anything. You just smiled and curled into Lafayette’s side. That is where you stayed the rest of the ight until he walked you back to your tent. Before leaving he gave you a chaste kiss and whispered,

“Bonne nuit, mon amour.”


A few days later, you and Lafayette were going strong as a couple. Of course you had to endure teasing from the boys, but you could manage. It made you happy, something you hadn’t been since before your brother died.

Unfortunately, you had to go into town and report any information you had gathered. This time you remembered to let Lafayette know of your whereabouts.

“Lafayette, I’m heading into town for a walk.” you informed him, poking your head into his tent.

“Alright, mon amour. I shall accompany you.” you stated and stood up.

Instantly, you began to panic. “No! No! Um, I mean, you don’t have to. I know how busy you are.” you collected yourself and smiled sweetly.

“Nonsense. I want to, how you say, taking a stroll with my love.” he stumbled with his accent.

“Okay.” you said meekly, as you let him guide you to town.

When the two of you reached town, you tried to get away from Lafayette, but he wouldn’t let  you out of his sight. He even bought you a rose saying, “A beautiful rose for mon belle amour.”

You blushed but mumbled, “Merci.”

It wasn’t until he went to buy a pastry to share with you, were you able to get away. You took the familiar path and waited in the alleyway behind the local church. It wasn’t long before the British officer arrived.

“What did you find out?” he asked coldly.

You swallowed before responding. “Washington is planning to take his troops up the South of the Hudson River to attach the nearest British camp. There will also be troops surrounding the camp, in case you decided to retreat.” you deluged.

“Good, thank you for your service. Report here, next week, same time.” he commanded and you nodded to show your understanding.

Both of you were about to leave when you froze. A very heavy French accent was calling your name. Lafayette was looking for you and his footsteps were fast approaching.

You knew there was no possible way the British officer would be able to live in time. You turned to him quickly. “Hit me! Make it seem like you’re going to attack me.” you whispered hurriedly.

Right as Lafayette rounded the corner where you were, the officer smacked your across the face resulting in a loud SMACK. You cried out in pain.

“Stupid girl!” the officer shouted. That will teach you to not go against an officer of the King.” He raised his hand, and you braced yourself for another blow but it never came.

Lafayette had grabbed the officer’s hand, and was now glaring at him dangerously. “Don’t you dare touch her!” he growled and the officer scampered away.

“Mon amour, are you alright?” he asked, caressing your face gently.

You nodded, slightly shaken by the recent events, despite you ordering them to occur. Lafayette took the time ot pepper your face with kisses, but was mindful of your still stinging cheek.

“Let’s get back to camp.” he whispered, helping you to your feet as you had been knocked down by the force of the blow.

The two of your reached camp and Lafayette kiss your hand farewell once you told him you were going to lay down.


Lafayette smiled at your sleeping form and kissed your forehead before heading out. He made his way to his tent where Alex, John, and Hercules already were.

“Mon amis!” He greeted and took a seat among his friends.

“Been gone a long time with (y/n), eh Lafayette.” John teased, nudging Lafayette in the side.

Lafayette’s face turned red before exhaling. “We went into town and (y/n) had a run-in with a British officer. I simply stayed with her until she fell asleep.”

Alexander and Hercules sparked a look of skepticism that did not go unnoticed by Lafayette. “What is it, mon amis?” he asked looking worried.

“Uh, it’s nothing, Laf.” Hercules states, but Lafayette didn’t buy it.

“Non, non, what is it? Does it have to do with (y/n)?”

“You could say that.” Alexander mumbled, letting out an “ow.” after Hercules jabbed his elbow into Alex’s side.

“You’re making me nervous, please tell me.” Lafayette pleaded.

Alexander sighed and looked at the floor. “Hercules and I don’t think (y/n) is who she says she is.” he admitted.

Lafayette looked shocked at the accusation made by his friend. “You think she’s…” he trailed off.

“We think she’s a British spy!” Deciles said, tired of everyone beating around the bush.

“That’s ridiculous!” Lafayette shouted, not even being able to fathom the idea of you being a spy for England. “I don’t know what evidence you think you have, but I don’t want to hear it!” he shouted.

At this point, you had waken up and went looking for Lafayette. You stood outside his tent, overhearing what he said next.

“I don’t care because I know ether. I trust my heart and I can listen to what it’s telling me. It’s telling me that (y/n) is the one, my soulmate. I love her.” he confessed, glancing around the room at his friends.

“Of course she’s your soulmate, Laf. The two of you are perfect together.” John smiled, trying to diffusion the tension.

You chose this moment to make your presence known. All eyes were on you as you spoke, “Do you really mean that, Lafayette? You love me?”

He turned to look at you, eyes wide. “I, if, yes.” He admitted. “I love you, (y/n).”

Tears welled up in your eyes and you took small steps towards Lafayette. “I love you too.” You confused and a huge grin spread across the Frenchman’s face.

You took the last few steps towards the man you loved. As soon as you were close enough, you wrapped your arms behind his heck before you smashed your lips against his in a mind blowing kiss.

By the time the two of you pulled apart, Alex, John, and Hercules had left, leaving you and Lafayette alone.

You stayed at him with such passion and love, to which he returned the gaze. Lafayette brought you back into a kiss, this time leading you to his cot. Once the two of you were sitting down, your watched to remove his uniform jacket and shirt, never braking the kiss. “Wait, wait, (y/n). We have to stop.” Lafayette panted. “This isn’t right, we aren’t married.” he explained.

You shook your head and looked into Lafayette’s eyes. “I don’t care if it’s proper. I love you Gilbert and this is what I want. As long as you do too.” You reasoned, kissing his lips quickly but softly. “I do too.” he admitted, searching your face to make sure his is what you truly wanted. When he found no signs of discontent, he kissed you heatedly again and laid you down on his cot.


Later that evening, Alex and Hercules were talking amongst themselves.

I know Laf thinks otherwise, but there is something extremely suspicious about (y/n).” Hercules admitted.

“I agree.” Alex said. “She is extremely kind, but she seems to be too in involved in Washington’s strategies. I can only think of one reason as to why that would be.”

Hercules sighed. “Perhaps we should give her the benefit of the doubt and trust Lafayette’s feelings. After all, she does make him happier than he has been in a long time.” he suggested.

Alex didn’t look convinced. “Maybe she is just as passionate about the Revolution as we are. Let’s just give her a bit longer to prove our suspicious wrong.” Hercules explained.

“Okay.” Alex mumbled, not truly convinced. He would give you to the benefit of the doubt until he saw an opportunity to prove otherwise.


When the sun peaked through the tent, you opened your eyes, wrapped in Lafayette’s arms. You smiled and snuggled further into his chest as you felt him tracing patterns on your back.

“Morning, mon amour.” he whispered and pressed a light kiss on your neck.

You shivered. “Good morning.” you turned to face Lafayette, tucking back the curly hair that fell in front of his face. “I love you.” you told him.

“Je t'aime aussi.” he responded, gazing into your (y/e/c) eyes.

After spending a few more minutes enjoying each other’s embrace, you got dressed, ready to face the day. That day, you and Lafayette were together as often as possible. His hand on the small of your back, brushing fingertips, longing gazes. None of these actions went unnoticed by the guys.

This lovey, dovey attitude continued on for the next couple of days. You felt closer to Lafayette than you had ever felt to any one else. You loved it.

Eventually, you came down from your high and remembered you were basically living a double life. You knew you couldn’t keep fooling Lafayette; you had to get out.

You had seen how passionate these men were about the Revolution and you couldn’t hold them accountable for your brother’s death. You had found friends and a family, and true love. You only hoped your brother wouldn’t be disappointed with you wherever he was.

The next time you had to check in with your officer, Lafayette was busy. Although you knew he didn’t approve, you snuck out of town and made your way to the alley behind the church.

Wen the officer approached, you took a deep breath. You knew what you had to do.

“What are Washington’s latest tactics?” he asked gruffly.

“They believe they can win against England, but they aren’t prepared. Meet them at Yorktown and you will active huge success. Then, you can retreat to the Chesapeake Bay where they have abandoned their camps.” you lied and prayed that he wouldn’t be able to tell.

“Thank you for your service, Miss. You are doing a great honor for your country.” he saluted and left you to your thoughts.”

Once you were sure that the British solider had left, you turned around, prepared to head back to General Washington’s camp. What you weren’t prepared for was seething Alexander, standing mere feet from you.

Instantly, a ball of nerves settles in your stomach. “What if Alexander had heard you talking to the officer? What if he went back to camp and told Lafayette?” These thoughts swirled through your mind, until you decided to play the innocent card.

“Alexander, what are you doing here?” you asked him, sweetly.

You knew that that was the wrong route to take, when Alex glared at you even further. Slowly, he took menacing steps towards you, and for every step he took forward, you took one backwards.

“How dare you?” Alexander screamed harshly, as he pointed an accusing finger in your face.

“I know it looks bad, but I can explain. You see-” you began.

“You can explain?!” he mocked. “There is nothing to explain, (y/n), if that even is your name. You are a traitor and that is that.” he yelled.

“Alex, please, listen to me. My name is (y/n), although my last name is actually (y/l/n). Anyway, you have to believe me, I’m not giving away General Washington’s plans. I-I lied to him, to throw the British off.” you hurriedly tried to explain.

“Do you actually expect me to believe that?” he spat. “I can’t believe we trusted, I can’t believe I trusted you. I can’t believe Lafayette trusted you! He loves you! Was that your plan the whole time? Lead him on, get the information you needed, and break his heart when you left?” Alexander questioned, now only inches from your face.

By this point, tears had began to stream down your face. You never expected things to work out like this; it’s not like you wanted to get caught.

There was an uncomfortable silence for a few moments. you didn’t dare breath and the tension was so thick, you could cut it with a knife.

“Leave, (y/n).” Alexander commanded finally, his voice low.

You looked up from the ground and started at the man in front of you, wearing a confused expression. “Wait, what? Y-you-” you stuttered, trying to understand what was going on. If you were to be completely honest, you had thought these would be your last moments, before you would be dragged away to be executed.

“Leave.” he repeated, but this time sounding more dangerous if that was even possible.

“But I thought-” you were interrupted for what felt like the millionth time.

“I should be turning you into to Washington, you traitor.” he spat. “You should be arrested and executed for your crimes, but I’m going to give you one chance to leave. It would kill Lafayette if he knew he had fallen in love with a British spy. It will hurt him to see that you just vanished, but it’s better this way for him. You don’t deserve him, but because he loves you I’m going to give you one chance to get out of this country.” Alexander explained.

“And if I see or hear that you have come back, I swear that you will be tried for your crimes.” he threated. “Do you understand?”

You nodded and quietly. There was a part of you that wanted to stay, to stay for Lafayette. However, you saw Alexander was deadly serious on his threats. You sprinted all the way back to camp where you avoided being seen by your friends. Quickly, you packed a small bag and ran again until you reached the docks.

After waiting in line to buy a ticket, you stood on the dock, waiting for the ship to accept passengers. The tears you had been holding in fell as an officer on the ship took your ticket and let you aboard.

About thirty minutes later, the boat was ready to leave New York and sail off to England. You stayed above deck and watched the shore become a faint outline in the distance. Just a memory of true happiness. A memory you would never be returning to.

Reggie Mantle Hates Triangles

Anon prompt: “Would you be up for writing something in which the reader is best-friends with Reggie? But develops a crush on Juggie and Jughead is inclined to not like her because of who she’s friends with so she asks Reggie to be nicer to Jughead and Reggie is angry because it turns out her likes her?”

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: I am so excited to write this because it’s my first non Jughead or Archie oneshot! I hope I do King Reggie justice!

Part Two Here

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My freezing toes pull me from sleep and I sit up in bed, I look over at Reggie who is dead to the world, wrapped up in my blankets while I slowly freeze to death.

Prepare for death, Mantle. I think to myself. Slowly lifting the bedsheets, I slide my feet under them and move my hands close to his face. I know Reggie sleeps in his boxers and a shirt -no matter the temperature- my icy toes touch his warm legs and my fingers rest on his cheeks.
His eyes shoot open and he flings himself out of bed, hitting the wood floor of my bedroom with a loud thud!

“Y/N! Stop doing that.” He hisses, standing up to rub his behind.

“Stop stealing my blankets when you sleep over.” I shrug, wrapping myself up in my sheets.

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Last Minute Date (Jackson)

Originally posted by kookihyunnie

Plot: there’s a date party happening. You wanna go. And Jackson needs a date. How about that…

Length: 2,549 words

Genre: fratboy!Got7

*I am still on hiatus/considered inactive but I had a little free time and I wanted to get my Jackson feels out… as well, this is inspired by a true story 👀

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anonymous asked:

just discovered your writing and it's so inspiring oml. may I make a request please? s/o trying to take care of Iggy since poor guy's always taking care of everyone else? sweetpea needs a day off ;;

“Ignis,” you glared at him, your expression stern. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Ignis popped his head out from the depths of your fridge. He looked confused. “Trying to find something so I can cook us dinner?” He replied, as if he was answering a trick question. You sighed and walked over to him, closing the fridge door.

“Love, how many times have I told you, you don’t have to cook for me every day?” You took his hands in yours and looked up at him with a pout. “You always take care of everyone else before yourself. Let me help out once in a while.”

Ignis blinked slowly. “But if I don’t cook, we might starve.”

You let go of his hands and smacked him playfully on the arm. “Give me a little credit. I can cook.”

He blinked again. Slower, this time.

You folded your arms across your chest. “I am very good at calling other restaurants for takeout.”

Ignis chuckled at that. “That is a talent that you do possess, I cannot take that away from you.”

You laughed and looped your arms around his neck, his coming up to gently rest on your waist. “It’s okay to take a break every once in a while, you know? Why don’t you come relax on the couch with me and I’ll order your favourite dinner.”

He pondered for a moment. “I can’t argue, can I?”

“Nope, you agreed, tugging him over to the couch. He sat down beside you as you dialled the number and spoke to the restaurant over the phone. As soon as you placed the order, you hung up and tapped his shoulder, motioning for him to turn his back to you.

You placed your hands along his trapezius muscles and worked your thumbs in small circles, massaging out the knots that had built up. Ignis groaned and his head hung low, savouring the feeling of your hands on his aching body. Your fingers kept moving, rubbing lower against the planes of his back, the large expanse of muscle relaxing under your ministrations.

“Darling, that feels amazing,” Ignis sighed, rolling his shoulders back momentarily as you worked your way a little lower. When your hands dipped to the dimples at his waistline, he turned his head slightly. “I wasn’t aware that this was the type of massage you wanted to engage.”

You shrugged innocently, moving back up to his shoulders. “I admit nothing.”

His shoulders shook gently with his laugh, and you leaned forward to press a kiss to the base of his neck. You took a second to lean against him, exhaling and feeling his sensitive skin pebble under the warmth of your breath.

“I love you,” you told him, rubbing his arms through his dress shirt. “But sometimes I wish you’d remember to put yourself first sometimes. Even before me.” He tried to turn to protest, but you kept him firmly in place. “You are the most selfless person I have ever met. And it is so admirable and you are so, so kind. But sometimes you just have to be reminded to take care of yourself. And I’m not always with you on the road to remind you that sometimes you need to rest.”

He was silent for a moment, and you let him turn to face you. His eyes searched yours, and saw how concerned you were for him. He’d come home so many times on the brink of passing out from exhaustion, and saw how his brow furrowed when he had to help yet another person with a menial task. It broke your heart when you’d see him in his study with his hands clasped together, with his forehead resting on them, too tired and too stressed to want to talk about how he was feeling.

Ignis’ lips on yours broke you out of your reverie. Your eyes fluttered shut and he deepened the kiss, his thumb grazing your jawline as he cradled your head, his other hand guiding you into his lap. His tongue caressed yours slowly, and you were glad that you were sitting down because you were positive that had you been standing, your knees would have buckled.

He poured all his love and devotion into the kiss, and you whimpered against his lips slightly as he held you flush against him.

When he finally pulled away, he was trying to catch his breath, his lips just barely touching yours. “As my first act of selfishness,” he said, a small grin tugging at the corners of his mouth, “I intend to take you over and over on every surface of this apartment until you beg me to stop.”

You let out a breathy laugh, already feeling yourself getting warm under his touch. You were about to respond when your buzzer went off, and you nearly jumped out of his lap.

“That must be dinner,” you grumbled. “Perfect timing.”

“It’s alright,” he shrugged, and then winked at you. “I’ve already decided what I want for dessert.”

That's Distracting!

Summary: Maybe it was the fact that he refused to leave that one fact off the profile that his friends set up for him. Maybe it was that he didn’t want to lie about her. Still, his plan is to come in, cancel the date, and leave.
Plans apparently change. 

A/N: Inspired by this gifset (and some of the tag replies with fic ideas - though I did go in a different direction). Happy birthday, @emoussie​ (sorry I’m late!) ❤️

pre-Derek/Stiles || G || ~1400w || AO3

It feels like it’s been forever since he’s done this, and like he should’ve known it was going to go badly. He isn’t even sure why he let Erica and Isaac talk him out of deleting the profile they set up for him. What he understands even less is why he looked at it, or why he clicked on that one profile that caught his eye.

Derek huffs in frustration as he weaves through the crowds in the mall and heads towards the food court. It seemed like a good idea the night before, a public place, open and safe, somewhere that provided an easy way out. Now, he’s wondering if it won’t be a little too easy. Not for him, but…

He spots the messy brown hair as soon as he leaves the elevator, and he also sees the brown eyes below the hair widen in surprise. They’re what attracted him to the profile in the first place, and his breath catches now that he sees them in person, even brighter and more attractive than in the photo.

“Derek?”

It’s odd to have a voice to match the face, and he only manages to nod in confirmation.

“Wow, you're…”

“I’m sorry,” Derek interrupts. “I should’ve just messaged you, but I don’t know if you’d check the app this close to the meeting…”

He huffs when he feels the kick against his hip. The carrier is digging into his shoulders in a way that’s both familiar and unsettling.

“Who’s this?” Stiles asks, eyes straying from Derek’s face to the baby strapped to Derek’s chest.

The question is simple and so sincere that Derek doesn’t think twice before replying automatically.

“Lia, my daughter,” he says, his hand coming up to catch her flailing arm before she hits him in the face.

It wouldn’t be her first time.

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Make Like A Muggle

Pairing: Draco X Reader

Prompt: You make a bet with Draco that he can’t do anything without magic. He decides to take this very seriously. Too bad it’s during the middle of a snowstorm.

A/N: Inspired by me. Outside. Shoveling snow like a loser because I’m weak AF and the snow was too heavy. 

Originally posted by dailyglamorous

You suppress the desire to scream into a pillow as you try and escape Draco’s teasing. You loved him very much, and getting to really bond with him after the war was very emotional for both of you, but sometimes you were reminded of how particularly bothersome he could be.

“You’re just saying that because I’m better at it than you,” he stated proudly. You stopped in your tracks and turned back to him. The pompous expression he wore was identical to the one he had when you first met him.

To put it simply, you felt like strangling the boy when you first met him.

“Better than me at magic? Really. All of magic. Charms, potions, apparating, all of it. Better than me at all the intricacies and variety of fields of magic.” You throw your hands up in the air in exasperation.

Draco rolls his eyes, earning a dirty look from you. “All I’m saying is that you really shouldn’t be messing up a first year spell at age twenty four.” 

He was referring to how you managed to accidentally summon your entire set of silverware from the drawer instead of a single spoon. “I was busy, if you didn’t notice, making out with you!”  

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A Lesson in Love (The Little Things Part Two)

Summary: (College!AU) In which you’re assigned to write a story about romance, a subject you know nothing about, and Bucky, a hopeless romantic, offers you his assistance.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 3,317

A/N: The thing that Bucky performs is actually an excerpt from an original piece that I wrote a year ago. I hope you enjoy that along with this super long chapter to make up for not updating in a few weeks :) 

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@avengerstories - I hope you know I depend on your editing like Hamilton depended on writing.

Originally posted by chrisevansz

There’s a knock at your door, but you ignore it, too immersed in your book to address whoever it is. It also doesn’t help that you’re entirely too comfortable in bed, tucked under your favorite fleece blanket and nowhere near motivated enough to get up any time soon.

With midterms fast approaching, there are a plethora of more productive things you should be doing, and yet, here you are. It’s as if the words on the page have taken you hostage and have no intention of letting you go.

Just as you begin to lose yourself in the book again, whoever’s at your door knocks even louder. Apparently they didn’t catch the hint that you aren’t in the mood for visitors. “Come in,” you yell distractedly, eyes glued to the page you’re on.

“I’m glad to see that my money didn’t go to waste.”

A Walk to Remember slips out of your hands, landing on your chest with a soft thud. “Bucky?”

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Sometimes I feel “happiness” is overrated. Sure, we need happiness in our life, but it’s just a part of what we are. We also need sadness, and anger, and fear, and anxiety, and mistakes to be able to grow. We need multiple facets to be closer to completeness.

I am thankful for the good people I have met in my life, but I am also thankful for the toxic and destructive people I have known. The toxic ones have offered me the greatest growth, and offered me the greatest lessons in my life. I am grateful for all the little accomplishments I have achieved so far, but I am also glad that I have had bad days too. Sometimes I win, but sometimes I learn.

So if you are having a bad day, take a shower. Take five showers. And remember, “happiness” is not the ultimate destination. You are not supposed to be “happy” all the time. And when you feel the whole spectrum of emotions, and experience the positives and negatives alike, you are just getting closer to completeness, you are getting closer to being more “human” human.

—  Shivee Chauhan